Xu Wu raised the corners of his mouth and squinted his eyes.
But what he saw in front of him was a disciple of a medium-sized sect.
These disciples were so fast that they surrounded Xu Wu in the blink of an eye.
"Are you a disciple of Taishang Shentian Temple? Come with us." The leader lowered his voice and said coldly.
"Who are you?" Xu Wu didn't panic at all, but asked with a smile on his face.
"Don't care who we are, follow us immediately, otherwise don't blame us for being rude!" The voice fell to the ground, and two people walked up to the left and right, trying to hold Xu Wu away.
But just when they were about to move towards Xu Wu...
Boom! Boom!
An unusual noise was heard.
What followed was a splash of blood and minced flesh.
These people were all startled and looked around, only to see that the two people who were trying to take Xu Wu away had somehow had their heads pierced by powerful and terrifying hands.
They both shuddered, lost consciousness, and died tragically on the spot.
"What?"
Everyone was startled and looked around.
But look at the ripples in the void all around.
Then one by one souls wearing gray and black robes came out of the void.
"You are..."
Those disciples still wanted to speak.
Keng! Keng! Keng! Keng...
Several space air blades flew over and penetrated directly through the heads of these people.
In the blink of an eye, these disciples' bodies were cut into pieces by the space air blades, and they died miserably!
The broken flesh and blood fell from the air and turned into a rain of blood.
The scene is extremely bloody and horrific...
Facing such a terrifying scene, Xu Wu seemed particularly calm, without any panic.
"Why did you come out?" A young man came forward, stared at Xu Wu and said coldly.
It turned out that these people were actually with Xu Wu.
"The matter is almost done." Xu Wu said with a smile: "Qi Wushuang decided to take action, now I am going to send him a message."
"Where's the letter?" the man asked coldly.
Xu Wu took out the letter written by Qi Wushuang from his arms and handed it over.
The man took it and looked at it, and after a moment he said calmly: "You go and inform these people, follow what Qi Wushuang said, and we will find a way to cooperate with you!"
"Can you hold it?" Xu Wu asked cautiously.
"This is an unexpected harvest. Since the fish has been caught in the net, there is no problem of not being able to catch it."
The man waved his hand, then took a few steps back, disappearing into the void.
Xu Wu smiled faintly, turned around and ran away with the envelope.
.....
.....
Outside Hunwu Hall.
The magic circle gradually stopped functioning.
The previously bustling hall now became deserted.
Bai Ye sat alone in the hall, meditating intently.
Just last night, he had completely absorbed the last bit of divine power in the Soul Martial Field.
The current soul martial arts field is completely ruined.
The mechanisms inside no longer function, and all the statues have lost their function and have become real decorations.
Now...if any disciple walks into it, he will definitely understand everything inside.
However, the Hunwu Hall has been controlled by Bai Ye, how could he let those disciples enter the Hunwu Field?
As long as he keeps this secret for another year or two, even if someone from the Shentian Temple discovers it, it will have nothing to do with him.
"When the divine power is completely digested, then go around the forbidden area a few times. If you can successfully comprehend all the techniques in the forbidden area, there is no need to stay in the Shentian Temple any longer." Bai Ye thought in his mind.
But he was somewhat regretful.
After all, neither the ancient library nor the forbidden area seems to have the kind of resurrection technique he wants. People's current resurrection methods are only time regression, and the power of time cannot be used on people who have been dead for too long.
Bai Ye sighed heavily, and he shook his head silently.
About two hours later, Bai Ye took out the Ye Yao Sword, probably because it had absorbed some of the divine power. He closed his eyes alone and warmed up the Hongbing.
But at this moment...
Ding!
Ding!
Bang...
A soft sound of footsteps came from the stairs.
Bai Ye was stunned for a moment and looked out the door.
But after a while, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
This footsteps... did not come from outside the door, but came from... upstairs?
He suddenly turned his head and stared at the stairs.
What's going on?
Where did the footsteps come from?
Could it be that any of the disciples who delivered the wine before have not come down?
This is impossible. Who would stay upstairs for such a long time? Then he should be killed by Eagle September?
Bai Ye was particularly confused, but her eyes were cold and tight.
For some reason, he always had an unknown premonition.
The footsteps were very slow and a little messy, but they gradually became clearer.
I don’t know how much time passed before the footsteps stopped.
And in Bai Ye's sight, a slovenly figure also appeared.
It was a middle-aged man with messy hair.
The man smelled of alcohol, his eyes were dim, and his body was covered in blood. He looked like a man who had just escaped from death on the battlefield.
At this moment, he was standing at the entrance of the stairs, holding on to the handrail, looking indifferently at the white night.
This person...is none other than Eagle September!
Bai Ye's eyes narrowed, his heart shook, and he was greatly surprised...
Eagle September...actually woke up?
What's going on?
Ying Jiuyue, who was drunk every day and never went downstairs... actually sobered up?
"Who are you?"
I don’t know how much time passed before Ying Jiuyue spoke.
The voice was extremely hoarse.
"Disciple Bai Ye, please pay homage to Elder Ying." Bai Ye cupped his hands.
"Disciple...Bai Ye?" Ying Jiuyue burped. Although his mouth was full of alcohol, his consciousness was still clear.
He glanced at the Hunwu Hall, and then said in a deep voice: "Which hall are you from? Are you a disciple of my Hunwu Hall?"
"I am a disciple of Hunwu Hall." Bai Ye said calmly.
"you?"
Ying Jiuyue stared at Bai Ye for a while, and then snorted coldly: "You bastard, a mere Zhenwu realm existence dares to call himself a disciple of Hunwu Hall! Don't you know who is in charge of Hunwu Hall? You are such a waste
, how can you be qualified to become the disciple of this elder? Get out of here!"
Hearing this, Bai Ye was slightly startled, and then glanced at Ying Jiuyue strangely: "Elder, are you drunk and confused? The Hunwu Hall is the last hall in my Shentian Temple. It only has poor talent and low strength.
Talents like me would come here, and it is only reasonable for me to be able to enter the Soul Martial Hall with my strength!"
"presumptuous!"
Ying Jiuyue was furious, pointing at Bai Ye and shouting: "How dare you talk nonsense here! Come here and kneel down, I will teach you a lesson!"
"Kneel down?" Bai Ye snorted coldly: "I'm sorry, but I obey!"
He punishes his disciples indiscriminately. Ying Jiuyue's temper is really bad.
Hearing Bai Ye's words, Ying Jiuyue's hair suddenly exploded, and his slightly drunken eyes became more intense.
"How dare you... dare to resist my elder's order? Even if you are really a disciple of Hunwu Hall! I am the elder of Hunwu Hall, and I am your master! You are bullying your master and destroying your ancestors. You are treasonous!" Yingjiu
Yue shouted.
His voice has a natural sense of oppression.
This feeling of oppression...is no worse than that of Lord Sacred Heart.
But...Bai Ye is not afraid.
He stared at Ying Jiuyue coldly and said in a deep voice: "I call you elder because the Shentian Temple recognizes you as an elder. However, from beginning to end, I never recognized you as my elder, nor did I
I admit that you are my master! As the elder of Hunwu Hall, you are drunk all day long, intoxicated and dreamy, and ignore all the disciples. How can you fulfill your duties as an elder for a day? Can you teach even one disciple? If you
If I really want to say that you are my master, then I can only reply to you! You are not worthy!"
As soon as these words came out, Ying Jiuyue became furious.
He has never seen such an arrogant person!
However, Bai Ye was also extremely unhappy in her heart.
After all, if it weren’t for Ying Jiuyue, Hunwu Hall would not be what it is today.
"Get over here!"
I heard Ying Jiuyue shout loudly and raised his hand to grab it from the air.
Boom!
Half of the Hunwu Hall room exploded instantly, and a brutal suction force directly enveloped Bai Ye, dragging him to fly toward Ying Jiuyue.
The white night is out of control.
After all, Ying Jiuyue was the former chief elder. How could his strength be inferior? How could Bai Ye compare?
But Bai Ye is not an ordinary person.
Facing such a powerful existence, he didn't have any scruples. He directly activated his divine power, pulled out the Abandoned Divine Sword and the Lihuang Sword, and slashed at Ying Jiuyue.
"How dare you hurt me?" Ying Jiuyue snorted angrily, but was not afraid at all. He directly raised his palms and unleashed a force that could shatter the universe and attack Bai Ye's swords.
but...
Bai Ye seemed to know his move, and the two swords turned wildly and sharply. When the sword shadow fell, the sword itself bypassed Ying Jiuyue's attack and struck directly on Ying Jiuyue's arm.
Chi!
Ying Jiuyue's two arms were cut off directly by Bai Ye.
"What?"
Eagle September was stunned.
Bai Ye took advantage of the situation and kicked him over.
Boom!
Ying Jiuyue's body flew out directly, smashed the wall, and landed in the open space outside.
"Elder Ying, I don't want to kill you, please calm down for a while."
Bai Ye walked out with his sword in hand and stared at Ying Jiuyue with an expressionless face.
Ying Jiuyue climbed up in a hurry and looked at the white night in disbelief.
"You kid...how do you understand my moves?"
Baiye said nothing.
Ying Jiuyue had no way of knowing that he had been practicing moves with Bai Ye ever since he entered the Soul Martial Hall.
He already knows everything about Ying Jiuyue's soul martial arts routines.
Perhaps Ying Jiuyue's strength is no worse than Lord Sacred Heart.
But in Bai Ye's view, Ying Jiuyue is simply much easier to deal with than Lord Sacred Heart...
But what shocked Ying Jiuyue even more was Bai Ye's sword.
He knows how strong his physical body has reached. How can ordinary magic weapons hurt him? Let alone a mere true martial artist.
"It seems that I underestimated you!"
Ying Jiuyue took a deep breath, stood up again, and suddenly exerted force on his two severed arms.
Boom!
Then he saw two pieces of white bones rushing out from the broken arm, and then a large amount of life breath attached.
After a while, fresh flesh and blood sprouted from the white bones, and in the blink of an eye, the arm was completely healed...