"We have immortals in our Soul Refining Sect, and who dares to kill the second-generation disciples?"
Longhu said in surprise.
"This...disciple doesn't know clearly."
Yan Xin shook his head. He was only a disciple of the third generation. He had just entered the Soul Refining Sect and did not know many things as much as Longhu.
"Okay, you go first."
Longhu waved his hand, and after Yan Xin left, he looked at Fu Hongxue on the side: "Old Fu, should we go and have a look too?"
"Well, it's good to go and listen more. Maybe you can get news about senior sister and junior brother."
Fu Hongxue nodded, but the serious injury made him cough uncontrollably.
Hearing the cough, Longhu frowned and said, "Your injury..."
"It will recover after a while."
Fu Hongxue waved his hand, but he didn't really care. He just lost energy and blood when he passed through Tianmen, so it wasn't a fatal injury.
Longhu nodded, thinking that there was no news from Ye Xiu and Nalan Qingxuan, he couldn't help but worry, couldn't help but smile bitterly, and said: "I don't know how my junior brother and senior sister are doing now.
."
"Cough, cough... Junior brother, don't worry, he has always been a good person and has his own destiny. As for the senior sister, there is no need to worry. With her strength, even if she enters the third-level sect, she will be the kind to be sacrificed.
"
Fu Hongxue smiled and said.
"Dang, Dang..."
The death bell rang for as long as a cup of tea before suddenly stopping. As soon as Long Hu and Fu Hongxue entered the main hall, they saw an old man who had passed through the tribulation period, holding a roster and rummaging through it, with expressions on his face.
It was so gloomy that the whole hall was filled with a sense of murder. Seeing that the Supreme Elder, Longhu's cheap master, was angry, even some second-generation disciples did not dare to say a word.
"Dugu Qiu, is it him?"
The Supreme Elder frowned. When he saw the words 'Dugu Qiu' written in gold pen on the roster, which had already dimmed, his face became more and more gloomy. He slowly said: "I
Remember, this Dugu Qiu is a disciple of the sect master, right?"
"The Supreme Elder, that's him."
At this time, a third-generation disciple who was responsible for recording documents nodded and said: "This Uncle Dugu, after going out for training, joined a low-level small sect called Demon Sword Pavilion, and became the master of Demon Sword Pavilion. Since he took charge
After entering the Demon Sword Pavilion, a batch of resources will be sent back every two years without interruption..."
"You are so brave, you dare to kill even the second generation disciples of our Soul Refining Sect..." The Supreme Elder snorted, and his peripheral vision fell on Longhu, and said calmly: "Longhu, you go
Get ready and set off immediately to that Demonic Sword Pavilion to find out the cause of Dugu Qiu’s death. We disciples of the Soul Refining Sect must not die in vain.”
"Let me go?"
Longhu frowned and was about to refuse when he saw the Supreme Elder looking over with a kind face and said directly: "My lineage is now your strongest. The other party knows that Dugu Qiu is our refiner."
The disciples of the Soul Sect still dare to kill them wantonly, and their strength should not be weak. If you don't go, why don't you become a master and go there yourself?"
"But..." Before Longhu could continue to speak, the Supreme Elder interrupted again and said: "As for your friend, you can rest assured that he just suffered a serious loss of energy and blood. After you go, you can find a way for the Master Association to replace him."
He recovers.”
"Longhu, don't refuse."
Fu Hongxue secretly shook her head and spoke to him.
"Okay...okay."
Longhu gritted his teeth and reluctantly replied.
"..."
Soon, the two of them returned to the mountain range where they had temporarily stayed. With a look of unshakable expression on their faces, they looked in the direction of the main hall, gritted their teeth and said, "Old Fu, what do you advise me to do?
I suspect that old guy has no good intentions..."
"It's not an option for the two of us to stay on the mountain forever."
Fu Hongxue shook her head and said slowly: "After you go out, you can also inquire about the news of Junior Brother and the others."
"But your injury..." Longhu looked at him with worry.
"Don't worry, I just lost my energy and blood, I didn't become a cripple..."
"Okay, I'll come back as soon as possible."
"..."
In the palace.
Luo Yuheng found a clean hall, and after having someone bring him a few cups of tea, he sat across from Ye Xiu. Thinking back to the past, a hint of bitterness appeared on his face behind the veil, and he said, "Actually, I am
He was exiled by the sect to the Zhou Wu Dynasty."
"Exile...exile?
So...does it mean that Master Luo is a disciple of the Holy Dynasty Sect?"
Shi Zhan blinked and asked.
"Aren't you?"
Luo Yuheng glanced at him and said expressionlessly.
Shi Zhanxiao laughed a few times and said nothing. He was not surprised that Luo Yuheng saw through him at a glance. On the contrary, Ye Xiu was a little surprised. Luo Yuheng seemed to understand his doubts and explained directly, saying: "These small dynasties have resources.
Lack of resources, supporting a few masters is already the limit. When you encounter a strong person like him in the late stage of pill formation, they are basically inextricably related to Shengtang. They are either exiled or come out to practice without completing the task.
I can die here of old age."
"Are you an experienced person?"
Ye Xiu was stunned, looked at Shi Zhan and asked curiously.
"Hmm..." Shi Zhan nodded. He didn't dare to hide it in front of Ye Xiu. He said a little depressed, "I am a disciple of the Eight Arm Sect. I have been practicing for forty-seven years."
It took forty-seven years of experience.
Haven't gone back yet?
Ye Xiu was also a little stunned and looked at him with a strange expression: "What kind of mission are you practicing for? It actually takes forty-seven years."
"Cultivate eight arms."
Shi Zhan's body shook slightly, and two more arms came out, which looked a bit like Nezha. He shook again, then retracted them, looked at Ye Xiu, smiled bitterly, and said, "We are in Xiliang
The country is even more scarce than the Zhou and Wu dynasties, and they have to turn over some resources to the sect every year. As a result, my own cultivation pales in comparison, and it is even more difficult to cultivate eight arms."
"I remember the Eight-Armed Sect, it's just a ninth-level sect."
Luo Yuheng frowned and looked at Shi Zhan suspiciously: "After cultivating eight arms, you are at least in the Tribulation Stage, and your sect master is at the God Transformation stage at most, right?"
"Who says it's not the case..." Shi Zhan became more and more depressed, sighing without tears, "The sect is small, and it is within the territory of the Holy Dynasty. The successive sect leaders were worried that one day they would provoke a ruthless person.
It caused the sect to be destroyed, so I came up with such a stupid idea, saying that eggs cannot be put in the same basket. Every time we draw lots, the easiest one is to cultivate three arms. The most difficult one is me, who can't cultivate eight arms.
, you will never be allowed to return to the sect."
"How are the sects you mentioned divided?"
Ye Xiu shook his head and ignored Shi Zhan's distress. He was not that capable of making the other person grow several arms in an instant. He looked at Luo Yuheng and asked curiously.
"You... don't even know the divisions of sects?"
Whoosh!
Not only Luo Yuheng was dumbfounded.
Even Shi Zhan seemed to have forgotten the pain of forty-seven years of experience. He raised his head and looked at Ye Xiu with a confused expression. The atmosphere in the hall seemed to be frozen.