The leader Feixue has an ordinary appearance, but there is an evil death aura between his eyebrows, which is very strange.
Even if Long Chen had been to Holy Snow Peak, he still felt uncomfortable looking at the flying snow.
Feixue smiled and said: "I don't remember, it's been too long, there must be hundreds."
Long Chen asked again: "Is the Yin spirit sending you a message? Is there a mission every year?"
Feixue said calmly: "Ten are required every year. They must be well qualified. Since King Wu has been there, he should know better than me. Why do you come to ask me?"
After receiving the news, the disciples in the sect rushed into the hall one after another, pointing their sharp swords at Long Chen and the others.
In the past, Long Chen would be afraid of such a formation.
But now...it's just a chicken and a dog.
"Besides you, are there any other sects?"
Long Chen looked at Feixue and asked.
The Changsheng Sect is so powerful, it is definitely not the only one that has laid out chess pieces in the Central Plains.
Some of these sects are high-profile and easy to find out; some are low-key and difficult to find traces.
Long Chen found it very difficult to find it by himself, so he wanted to ask Feixue.
The leader Feixue looked up at Long Chen, smiled, and said: "We don't contact each other. This is a rule. I can't answer King Wu's question."
Long Chen nodded, this was reasonable. Yin Ling did not want them to collude with each other and let them act alone, which would be easier to control.
This is like an organization of spies and assassins. They are not affiliated with each other and do not communicate with each other. They have a direct line to the headquarters.
"Have you received any news from Sheng Xuefeng in the past four months?"
Long Chen looked at Feixue and asked.
Four months have passed since the Yin spirit was killed.
Since Yin Ling is dead, it stands to reason that there should be no news coming out of Shengxue Peak.
Feixue did not hide anything and said: "There is no news."
Long Chen nodded slightly and said: "The Yin Ling was killed by me, the Holy Snow Peak has been destroyed, and you will not receive any news in the future."
The female disciples in the hall all changed their expressions when they heard this, and Feixue's expression also became solemn.
After Long Chen returned to the capital, Feixue heard the news that Long Chen had killed Yin Ling and destroyed the Changsheng Sect.
But this is just a rumor, Feixue doesn't believe it.
The Yin spirit is so powerful. Long Chen and other martial arts people went to the Holy Snow Peak just to become blood slaves. How could they kill the Yin spirit?
As for Long Chen coming back alive, this matter is very strange, and Feixue can't figure it out clearly.
But no matter what, Feixue firmly believes that the Changsheng Sect is still there, and Yin Ling is definitely not dead.
In the past few months, there has been no news from Shengxue Peak, and Feixue is also very panicked.
She sent several disciples to escort the three blood slaves there, but there was no news of their return.
When Feixue was panicking, Long Chen arrived at the sect.
"How did you kill the Holy Lord?"
Feixue still refused to believe it.
She has been to Holy Snow Peak once, and in her eyes, Yin spirits are like gods.
The daughter of the Martial Saint has lived for 400 years and is no different from a god.
How could such a person be killed by Long Chen?
"Use this method."
Long Chen picked up the wooden gun and pointed it at Feixue.
The combination of the sacred tree and the demon-suppressing stone gave off a frightening aura. Feixue was so frightened that he shrank back, pulled out the sharp sword behind him, and swung away the wooden gun with one swing.
Feixue took action, and the disciples in the hall followed suit.
"kill!"
The female disciples yelled and surrounded Master Ziyun and the five others with swords.
When the two sides started fighting, Long Yuan flew onto the beam and sat on it to watch the show.
It was like this every time. Long Yuan only watched them fight and never helped.
Master Ziyun pulled out a wooden sword and stabbed a female disciple.
The wooden sword stabbed the female disciple in the chest, but... the wooden sword did not penetrate.
"You're not!"
Master Ziyun thought that the disciples here were all half-human and half-ghost. It seemed that she was wrong. These female disciples were just ordinary people who practiced evil arts.
Miaoyin, like Ganxin and Molin, also used wooden swords and wooden knives at the beginning.
After being stabbed, the female disciple showed no reaction at all.
These female disciples were surprised to see Master Ziyun and others using wooden swords and swords.
They think Ziyun is here to make fun of him!
"court death!"
The female disciple was so angry that she opened the wooden sword with her sword and stabbed Master Ziyun in the face.
Master Ziyun swung away the sharp sword with her backhand, put away the wooden sword, took out the fly whisk, and beat the female disciple to death with her backhand.
Miaoyin also put away her wooden sword and took out her iron flute to fight.
Gan Xin and Mo Lin each used poison and water to fight with the female disciple.
In front, Feixue was killing Long Chen with all his strength.
The sharp sword stirred, and a cold and fierce Qi rushed over.
Obviously, this Feixue has reached the Emperor Senior Realm.
People who have been to Holy Snow Peak can achieve the level of Emperor Zun as long as their qualifications are acceptable.
When the true energy came, Long Chen smiled slightly, holding a gun in his right hand and grabbing Feixue with his left hand. The true energy condensed into a dragon shape and slammed into Feixue.
boom!
The dragon shape broke through the true energy and hit Feixue hard.
The flying snow is like dead leaves in the autumn wind, falling lightly on the ground.
In front of Long Chen, Feixue's cultivation level was not worth mentioning.
Black blood flowed from the eyes and nostrils, and the flying snow looked very scary.
Long Chen walked over slowly, while Feixue kept moving back in fear.
"Do you believe that Yin Ling is dead now?"
The tip of the spear pierced Feixue's arm, piercing the skin and flesh, and Feixue let out a heart-rending scream.
When the disciples who were fighting in the hall heard the screams, they couldn't help but look at Feixue.
Feixue's arm started to smoke. Feixue looked at it in horror and exclaimed: "What's going on? What did you do!"
Long Chen looked at Feixue and said lightly: "You think Yin Ling is a fairy, but she is actually just a ghost clan, and so do you!"
The female disciple watched helplessly as the flying snow began to burn and finally turned into a pool of ashes.
Long Chen looked at the female disciple and said coldly: "Your master is just a dead person and has no immortality skills at all."
The leader was killed, and the four Ziyuns were so powerful that the female disciples put down their weapons and surrendered.
Gan Xin asked the female disciples to stand side by side, while Long Chen sat on the leader's chair.
"Besides you, are there any other sects?"
Long Chen scanned the crowd and saw that there were more than 60 female disciples.
No one spoke.
Gan Xin said coldly: "Your Holy Master in Holy Snow Peak is dead, and the leader is also dead. You can live if you tell the truth, or die together if you don't say anything."
No one spoke.
Mo Lin grabbed a disciple, broke his neck with his backhand, and threw the body on the ground.
"If you don't say it, you will die!"
Long Chen didn't stop him. These female disciples were all demons, and their hands were all stained with blood.
Take Jinlongbao and his party as an example. In order to capture Jin Pengfei, they killed more than a hundred people.
No one spoke.
Gan Xin and Mo Lin took turns killing people, and out of more than 60 people, only 13 were left.
"The mouth is tight enough."
Master Ziyun admired slightly, it is difficult to find such a disciple.
The leader is dead, but they are still tight-lipped.
Miaoyin nodded and said, "It's indeed good."
If they were killed, their disciples would surrender early and beg for mercy, and they would say whatever they asked.
"You haven't said it yet?"
Long Chen looked at the remaining 13 people coldly.
