Chapter 181 Chapter 181 Infiltrating the Sword Sect
As the sun sets in the west, the sky gradually becomes darker.
At this time, dark clouds were billowing in the sky, and there was no bright moon. From time to time, there was the sound of thunder, which made the birds hiding in the mountains and forests fly around in fright. After a while, there was a ticking sound, and the cold rain washed the entire Tianxuan Sword Sect.
It’s surprisingly quiet on top of the main peak!
Yuan Futu was restrained and squatted on the crown of an old tree with his whole body bent. He used his eyes to observe the situation on the main peak. He found that the inner disciples who had been stationed at their posts had disappeared and replaced them. There are strange faces in strange clothes, one guard post every five steps, one post every ten steps, very meticulous.
The rain had already soaked through his clothes, but Yuan Futu didn't pay any attention to it. He was in a nervous mood. He only felt that there was a lingering cloud hanging over Jianzong at this time. When a strange man approached, he Only then did I notice the slightly blurry words on the man's clothes.
That is the word "青", the Qing of the Qinghu Gang.
"Could it be that all the people on the main peak are members of the Qinghu Gang?!" Yuan Futu's face was solemn, and there were thousands of thoughts in his mind. It took him half a stick of incense to figure out what might have happened. From this point of view, , Shen Wuyu seems to have taken control of the situation, and the biggest force behind him is the Qinghu Gang.
But logically speaking, given the strength of Nangong Qiushui, Xiao Nan and others, it is impossible for them to resist at all, but there was no sign of fighting on the main peak, which made him suspicious.
He thought about it for a moment, knowing that no matter how much he guessed, it would be in vain. If he wanted to know the truth, he had to sneak inside.
There are too many enemies on the main peak, not only the Qinghu Gang, but also many powerful casual cultivators. Most of them are stationed at the places where the inner and outer disciples live, and they are tightly sealed off. After all, there are a thousand of these disciples. So many.
Of course, Yuan Futu would not put himself in danger. He used the wind seal to continuously walk through the air, shuttled through the rainy night, and soon arrived at the mountain peak where the Sutra Pavilion was located.
The Sutra Pavilion is like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life, silently enduring the baptism of rain. There are also four men stationed outside the door, three of whom are disciples of the Qinghu Gang, who are almost in the realm of the middle Hunyuan period, and one Loose cultivators have reached the peak of Hunyuan.
The casual cultivator stood bored under the eaves and scolded him carelessly: "You all, please stay alert and don't get sleepy at night."
A Qinghu Clan disciple shrugged his shoulders and said with disdain, "You are just a casual cultivator. It is not your turn to command us Qinghu Clan disciples."
The casual cultivator raised his eyebrows, suddenly reached out to grab him, and clasped his shoulder hard, sneered: "So what, whoever is more powerful here has the final say, don't ask for it." Eat hard."
"Let him go!"
The other two Qinghu Gang disciples couldn't stand it anymore and rushed forward one after another.
The casual cultivator was shocked, and the true essence at the peak of Hunyuan was derived. He saw the rain in front of everyone instantly turned into an extremely sharp water thorn, the tip of which was slightly rotating, floating with incomparable precision on the Qinghu Gang disciple's body. In front of their eyes, if they move even a little bit, they can be blinded.
"Brother...brother, we have something to discuss." No one dared to move, and a Qinghu Gang disciple said timidly.
The casual cultivator quenched his saliva fiercely and said viciously: "They are all trash, and they dare to fight against me. They are a bunch of guys who don't know their own abilities!"
As he spoke, his hands became harder and harder, causing the disciple to scream hoarsely in pain.
At this moment, a ray of white mist fell from the sky, causing the water thorns suspended in the void to condense into sharp ice thorns. With two puffs, it penetrated the heads of the two Qinghu Gang disciples, and their bodies were still alive a moment ago.
Suddenly he fell softly into the water.
"What's going on!" The casual cultivator was shocked. He immediately discovered those ice spikes and the biting cold, and said in shock: "Turning water into ice... I haven't reached such a state yet, who is it?"
There was another scream, and when he turned his head, the disciple he was holding in his hand had also died, and his death was exactly the same.
The casual cultivator took two steps back, a look of extreme terror appeared on his face, and his breath was filled with a strong smell of death.
"Who is it? Come out!"
He shouted and used all his strength to form a defensive barrier like a water curtain on the surface of his body with the falling rainwater, with Yuanli flowing inside.
At this time, a black shadow slowly emerged from the night.
The rain soaked Yuan Futu's hair, which was scattered around his face. He looked like an evil ghost who chooses people to eat. He stared at the casual cultivator coldly and said, "I'll teach you how to turn water into ice."
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This trick is quite easy for a practitioner in the realm of Dharma God. As a chill condenses, large tracts of white mist spread everywhere, and the rainwater falling from the sky penetrated into the white mist, and suddenly became
One by one, extremely sharp ice spikes penetrated directly into the flat blue bricks with several bangs.
The casual cultivator's eyes widened, and he raised his head. Before he could scream, countless ice spikes shot out like arrowheads, punching countless holes in the water curtain he had propped up.
The next moment, all that was left here was a puddle of lifeless flesh.
Yuan Futu dealt with these people, looked around and found that no one else was here, so he opened the door of the Sutra Pavilion and walked in.
It was unusually dark inside the Sutra Pavilion. There were no candles that would be lit on ordinary days. Yuan Futu turned around and carefully closed the door.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew up from behind his head, as if it was roaring with a force exceeding a thousand kilograms.
Yuan Futu narrowed his eyes, turned around suddenly, and pointed his finger like a sword. The true essence condensed on his fingertips, emitting the fiery power of the light element, and stabbed forward directly.
And in this moment of bright light, the two people could clearly see each other's appearance.
"Xiaodouzi?!" Yuan Futu's fingertips froze, and he looked with some surprise at the little bald man in front of him who had grown a lot taller.
When Xiaodouzi saw that it was Yuan Futu, he couldn't help but be overjoyed and said: "Brother Futu, it turns out you're not dead?!" He would use this special title when there were no outsiders.
Yuan Futu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This is not the place to talk. Is there any hidden secret room or something like that?"
"This Sutra Pavilion has a basement, which is used for storing sundries. Please come with me!"
Immediately, Xiaodouzi took Yuan Futu to the corner of the Sutra Pavilion and took out a very hidden wooden board, only to find that there was an underground secret room inside. The two of them went down the wooden ladder and covered the wooden board again. It was extremely hidden.