When Lu Qian and his entourage left, he took a solemn look at the smiling shopkeeper and several waiters running around.
Of course he knew what Mr. Xuan Yuan did in the Earth Lung Furnace.
All of this was originally his instruction.
He also knew that once those world-purifying divine thunders erupted, the entire Sword City... no, the entire Sword Washing Pond, as well as all the surrounding towns and villages, would be destroyed. This would be a man-made catastrophe.
These people who are busy and happy have extremely low cultivation levels and there is no chance of them being spared.
He walked slowly on the street with his hands behind his back. Looking at the people on the street, Lu Qian subconsciously rubbed his palms. Well, his hands were full of blood and he couldn't wash them clean.
But what can be done?
Their vanguard army has been squatting outside the Supreme Saint for who knows how long. Preparations for the follow-up conquest army are in full swing. Even killer organizations like the photo studio, which has killed countless people, have been asked to form an elite team to attack the Supreme Saint.
sky.
"In comparison, it would be better for you to die." Lu Qian muttered in a low voice.
Qingyou's hand grabbed Lu Qian's arm and squeezed it gently. She could see that Lu Qian had a very heavy heart. She also roughly knew what Lu Qian was mumbling about. After all, Lu Qian
When he was refining those world-purifying divine thunders, he revealed all his plans to Qingyou.
Sword City is facing a disaster. The Sword Washing Pond stretching for hundreds of thousands of miles may completely collapse, and the casualties will be in the hundreds of millions. This is a man-made catastrophe, and the initiator is Lu Qian.
But Qingyou doesn’t have any psychological burden.
The advantage of sword cultivation is that they are a little stubborn and paranoid. As long as it is a determined matter, no matter how much it costs, they will try their best to complete it. Even if they practice to an extremely deep level, sword cultivation may become "elimination".
There is nothing else but the sword. The heart of the sword is pure and clear, without any worries.
She said very softly: "This is not our fault."
Lu Qian grinned. He nodded with a smile. With his hands behind his back, a cloud of water slowly emerged under his feet. He lifted up a group of people and headed straight to Fubo Island outside the city. Returning to the small garden that had just been completed a few days ago, Lu Qian released
He bought a small flying boat purchased in Jiancheng, and asked Ahu and others to get on the flying boat and wait.
Inside Sword City, there is an unknown building.
Bai Xuanyue received another piece of information from Canngling Dayuan - Hu Buwei had led a large group of photo studio masters to the ruins of Alder City. He held Hu Tianjun's body and cried loudly.
The ancestor with the longest and highest cultivation presided over the scene, right next to Hu Tianjun's body, and Hu Buwei succeeded him as the owner of the photo studio.
As the most evil young master in the photo studio in the past ten thousand years, Hu Buwei's own cultivation has reached the ultimate state of Zhao Void. He acts as a killer on the front line and has performed countless extremely dangerous missions, all of which have been successfully completed.
Regardless of strength or qualifications, it is only natural for Hu Buwei to take over the post of host!
It's just that it's not quite justified.
After all, Hu Tianjun was killed, and several inherited treasures such as Yu Ling Banner, Heaven and Earth Gone Together, Bone Knocking and Marrow Absorption, etc. were all taken away, especially the Yu Ling Banner. Without this inherited treasure that is the number one in the photo studio, it would be like the emperor lost his inheritance.
Guo Yuxi, this always smells weird!
Therefore, the large and small void moving formations in various cities and towns in Canngling Great Plains are simply crazy.
There are countless killers from photo studios, Yi Shui'er, wearing tight black clothes and wearing various masks, pouring out from various void moving formations like a tide, like a group of mad dogs, howling 'Ao Ao', all over Canngling Great Plains
Raging.
They...went crazy.
Many local forces in Canngling Great Plains, those in charge of large and small cities, those senior leaders of large and small monk families, and those village owners densely scattered in various mountains, many unlucky people were openly broken into by the crazy photo studio killer.
Caught alive in public, regardless of being tortured indiscriminately.
In just a few hours, hundreds of cities were forcibly taken over by photo studios, nearly a thousand monk families were slaughtered, two to three thousand cottages were built, and gangs were killed.
The photo studio is completely crazy!
Hu Buwei even cut his wrists to bleed, and sent blood letters to several large sects near Canngling Dayuan, such as Jianmen and the mountain sect of Miluo Sect. He said that the revenge for killing his father must be avenged, and the murderer was hiding in Cangling.
In Ling Dayuan, the photo studio must find out the murderer at all costs, recover the treasure, and wash away the sworn hatred. During the pursuit of the murderer, if any sect interferes at all, the photo studio will be destroyed at all costs!
The photo studio has the ability to destroy both jade and stone.
Except for Jianmen, none of the other sects are willing to face the wrath of the mad dog-turned photo studio, nor do they have enough confidence to fight against the mad dog-turned photo studio!
The photo studio was already crazy enough, let alone now?
Therefore, in addition to Bai Yuan who also led a large team of troops to slay the evil spirits in Canngling Plain, other sects reduced their deployment and transferred their manpower deployed in Canngling Plain back to their sects, leaving the photo studio to go crazy in Canngling Plain.
The huge Canngling Plain has a territory as large as hundreds of Xuanyan Immortal Dynasties. It is vast and has a population of tens of trillions. Do you want to find the murderers who killed Hu Tianjun?
This is harder than finding a needle in a haystack!
After reading the information sent, Bai Xuanyue shook her head slightly, turned around and went to Xiaozhu's backyard.
In a very elegant small building in the backyard, an old man with a height of just over four feet, a rosy complexion, and a round and friendly look was being served by four children. He squinted and happily ate a bowl of black sesame syrup.
Filled glutinous rice balls.
There was a large square table in front of the old man, filled with all kinds of desserts, such as mung bean cake, osmanthus cake, sesame cake, cloud cake, etc. There were hundreds of varieties, and they were piled up one by one on white porcelain plates.
It can be more than two feet tall.
This is Mr. Dishu, who is as famous as Mr. Tianshu and Old Man Piao, Yuan Lingtian's top master of divination.
Mr. Tianshu had been used by Bai Yu, and he was unlucky enough to be hacked to death by Hu Ping on the street.
Mr. Dishu, on the surface he is a casual cultivator, but in fact he has always been a guest of Jianmen. He has secretly enjoyed Jianmen's offerings for more than ten thousand years. Through him, Jianmen has mastered the knowledge of many powerful monks.
He secretly gossiped and stole countless rare information.
Seeing Bai Xuanyue, Mr. Dishu hurriedly swallowed the glutinous rice balls in his mouth, put down the bowl and spoon, stood up with a smile, and bowed to Bai Xuanyue: "Headmaster, I'm looking for you, what can I do for you?"
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"Good thing." Bai Xuanyue handed over the information just now and said with a smile: "The photo studio is eager to track down the murderer of Hu Tianjun. I think it will be on your head soon, so you can make preparations first.
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Mr. Dishu took the sword talisman, flicked his fingers, and a screen of light appeared. He carefully browsed the information sent by Canling Ohara, and said quietly: "This is not an easy job. It can kill the owner of the photo studio.
People, tsk, predicting their whereabouts, I don’t know how much it consumes.”
Mr. Dishu returned the sword talisman to Bai Xuanyue and frowned: "There have been a lot of things lately. Taoist friend Tianshu died suddenly. Not to mention, he has been used to having smooth sailing over the years, so he is a bit arrogant and careless. He should have been killed."
Tribulation.”
"Headmaster, when I came here, I told you that there was blood covering Sword City. Do you... have any countermeasures?"
Bai Xuanyue smiled and nodded: "Sir, don't worry, the eighteen Supreme Elders and the thirty-six thousand inner sword guards have brought nine mountain-protecting formations and have laid a dragnet. I even invited people out of the Patriarch Hall.
The enshrined Supreme Sword of Life...what do you think, sir?"
Mr. Dishu walked to the door with his short legs and thumped, and glanced at the sky.
He frowned and said: "The blood light is rich, there must be a blood disaster, but I don't know who it should be. However, with the master's cultivation, he also invited the natal magic sword of the supreme emperor.
No one can ask for favors. I feel relieved, little old man."
Bai Xuanyue nodded and said calmly: "So, sir, I would like to ask you to make another calculation. Where did the enemy come from and what are his intentions?"
Mr. Dishu's round face showed a hint of sadness, and he smiled bitterly: "Headmaster, is this a matter of divination..."
Bai Xuanyue smiled and said: "This year's offering to you, plus three bottles of 'Ten Thousand Years Turtle Yuan Dan', will extend your life, replenish your energy, and improve your cultivation. It is most suitable for you."
Mr. Dishu suddenly brightened up and nodded with a smile: "Then, I will be ashamed of myself!"
A complete set of eating utensils is carried with you.
Mr. Dishu set up his posture in the small building, took out all kinds of weird secret treasures, and began to chant the secret mantra. A strange Tao rhyme wave spread from his small body,
In an instant, the entire Sword City was enveloped.
He held a piece of crystal clear, dark gold-colored strange tortoise shell, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the armor. Suddenly, a ball of blood inflammation enveloped the tortoise shell, and mysterious lines continued to appear on the tortoise shell.
Bai Xuanyue put her hands behind her back and quietly watched Mr. Dishu perform his actions.
No one is good at this kind of divination method and the huge sword sect, and it is even difficult to get started. To be honest, seeing Mr. Dishu behave like this, Bai Xuanyue is still a little curious and a little moved.
Now Bai Xuanyue's sword cultivation has reached a point where there is no progress. Unless he attains enlightenment and ascends, it will be difficult to make any progress.
He was wondering if he should try again one day and see if he could learn the ability to predict the secrets of heaven.
This method, inspired by heaven and man, seeks good luck and avoids misfortune, and has infinite magical effects!
Suddenly, the originally red-faced old man Dishu turned pale, and blood continuously flowed out of his seven orifices. The dark golden tortoise shell in his hand was silently burned to ashes.
"catastrophe!"
The old man Dishu hissed: "Catastrophe!"
"How could it be possible? How could it be possible? Some people disrupt the secret of heaven, and some people help him cover it up... This method is to confuse the old man's 'big trick of confusion'... He, he, he..."
Bai Xuanyue raised her eyebrows.
Turn the old man upside down?
now it's right!
The Xuanji Sect used Lingbao to trace the traces of the murderer in the Wanhuamen case on the ruins of Wanhuamen before, but they reversed the old man's action and helped them confuse the secret.
The last time Bai Yu ambushed Toutuo and his party, the old man's energy did not appear.
But this time the old man Dishu came to do the fortune-telling again, and the old man's magic trick suddenly appeared. Obviously, the murderer is in Jiancheng!
"Trouble is coming!" Old Man Dishu vomited blood: "It's here, it's here..."
Jiancheng suddenly shook slightly.
On the sword-washing pool, there was no wind and a huge wave of a hundred feet was set off!