Wuqiu City is a large-scale cultivation city with a population of more than 500,000. It has a very important position in the cultivation world, so there are many guardians here. Currently, there are six masters who have transcended the tribulation period and are jointly guarding it.
The entire city is covered by a large defensive formation. All cultivators will be strictly interrogated after entering the city, and will also undergo two inspection procedures to prevent the invasion of the Yumeng Demon Clan.
Mu Yu and Xiaoshuai have entered Wuqiu City, and Xiaoshuai is holding mutton skewers in his hands, munching happily.
This time, they were the only two coming out, and Tianran did not follow him because it was unwise to bring Tianran with him because Mu Yu needed to implement the plan. Tianran and Zhuge Xiaosheng needed to wait for him to handle the matter properly and wait for the right time to take action.
There are many people coming and going on the streets of Wuqiu City, most of them are enthusiastic cultivators, because when the Yumeng Demon Clan attacked Wuqiu City this time, they were defeated by the people led by the Eight Gates.
The morale of the human race has been greatly boosted.
Walking on the street, Mu Yu could hear cultivators everywhere talking about the three tribulation masters from the Tianxing Sect who jointly defeated the Yumon Demon Clan.
"Elder Tian Houyang of Tianxing Sect is really awe-inspiring. This person's cultivation level is probably as high as the fifth level of transcending tribulation, right?"
"It is said that there are more than that. Elder Tianhouyang has profound cultivation. It is said that he is a powerful person who can transcend the sixth heaven of calamity."
"Taoist Yuguan of Xuanling Sect is also very powerful. With one palm strike, the Yumeng Demon Tribe was wiped out without even letting out a wail."
"Now that these elders from the eight sects exist, there is no need for the nine Xuanxian from the Extreme Immortal Ranking to take action."
"Yes! I believe that as long as we find an opportunity and capture five Yumen spirit masters alive, we can take down the Yumen demon clan again!"
A group of people were talking in the street, praising the superb strength of the eight gates who were in the tribulation period. In this era of panic, the eight gates can stand up and lead the cultivation world to fight, which really stabilizes the morale of the military.
"Have you heard? Recently, the elders of the Dihuang Sect took out an inner elixir of a seventh-level monster as a reward. If the number of Yumeng demons killed reached 5,000, it would be enough to exchange for this seventh-level thousand red elixir.
The inner elixir of the silver dragon!"
"How many have you killed already?"
"I only killed fifty! Last time I spent twenty soul points in exchange for a medium flying sword."
"I only killed forty-two of them. I really hope to find the nest of the Yumon Demon Tribe as soon as possible. I want to kill a few more!"
Several cultivators at the roadside tea stall seemed to have become very eager to kill the Yumeng demons, and no longer had the usual greed for life and fear of death.
Mu Yu listened for a while and found that everyone was discussing the so-called soul points and comparing the number of Yumon demons they had killed, which made Mu Yu quite curious.
"How did they determine the number of Yomon they killed?" Mu Yu pondered.
"I just saw them comparing the things in their palms. I guess there are some marks on their palms?"
Xiaoshuai didn't know where he bought several skewers of candied haws, and ate them with mutton skewers. He found that it tasted more interesting, and he didn't know how this strange taste was cultivated.
"Let's go take a look."
Mu Yu quietly followed the two middle-aged men in front.
According to the content of their conversation between these two middle-aged monks, one of the monks in green is named Zhang Qian, and the other in yellow is named Wen Li. Zhang Qian's cultivation is the second level of Yuanying, and Wenli's cultivation is the third level of Yuanying.
"Junior Brother Wen Li, how many soul points have you got now?" Zhang Gan asked with a smile on his face.
Wen Li waved his hand and said slightly proudly: "Brother, I have obtained sixty-eight soul points, what about you?"
"Haha, senior brother has more soul points than you. He already has eighty soul points. By the way, what are you planning to exchange for this time?" Zhang Qian asked.
Judging from the tone of these two people, they seem to be brothers from the same sect.
"Senior brother, I want to exchange for the Jingjing Sword from the Ghost Sect, but the Jingjing Sword requires a hundred soul points, and I need to kill a few more Yumon demons. Senior brother, what do you want in exchange?"
Wen Li shook his head and sighed.
Zhang Qian smiled slightly: "I have nothing to exchange for the moment. Don't worry, junior brother. Next time the Yumeng demon clan attacks again, I will help you accumulate one hundred soul points. The two of us will work together to subdue Yumeng.
Just be responsible for killing them."
Wen Li said gratefully: "Thank you, senior brother. I know that senior brother is always the best to me."
"Don't be polite to senior brother. Master said we have to take care of each other outside. Let's go! By the way, senior brother will take you to meet someone." Zhang Gan patted Wen Li on the shoulder.
"Okay." Wen Li's expression was very relaxed. He had always trusted his senior brother.
Zhang Qian and Wen Li turned around and entered an alley, then passed through the alley and came to a poplar forest in the city.
"This senior brother is quite spirited." Xiaoshuai said while chewing mutton skewers and candied haws.
Mu Yu's eyes flashed with strange light, and he didn't say anything. He just kept a distance from the two of them and followed them silently. With his cultivation level, he would not be discovered by these two people.
"Okay, this is it." Zhang Qandong looked around and then said.
"Senior brother, you just said that you would take me to meet someone. Who do you want to meet?" Wen Li asked curiously.
Zhang Qian said gently: "Don't worry, he will be here soon. I am preparing to give you a surprise!"
"Surprise? Could it be that senior brother, the person you are talking about is..." Wen Li suddenly became excited.
"Close your eyes first. Of course you can't peek at the surprise." Zhang Gan patted Wen Li on the shoulder.
Wen Li closed his eyes without any warning and said excitedly: "Okay."
Zhang Qian saw that Wen Li's eyes had been closed, and the smile on his face was still as warm as spring, but his eyes became cold.
"You would never expect the person that senior brother wants you to meet."
Whoosh!
A ray of sword light flashed across, and a cold sword tip pierced Wen Li's heart. It penetrated from Wen Li's back and thrust out of his chest. Blood was still dripping from the sword tip, and the blood falling on the grass looked so shocking!
Wen Li opened his eyes suddenly and turned his head in disbelief: "Brother, what are you doing?"
The clothes on his chest were stained red with blood!
"Senior Brother wants you to meet the King of Hell!" Zhang Ganpi said with a smile.
"Why?" Wen Li didn't understand why his senior brother who usually took good care of him would suddenly attack him the next time!
There was a hint of ruthlessness in Zhang Qian's eyes: "Junior brother, don't blame me for being cruel! Because I also need a hundred soul points to exchange for that shocking sword!"
Wen Li asked in confusion: "Then why do you want to kill me? You should kill the Yumeng demons! Only by killing them can you get soul points!"
Zhang Gan sneered: "Junior brother, you are wrong! You can't get soul points only by killing the Yumeng demons. You can also kill people! Not only that, as long as I kill you, I can also get all your soul points. You
Now I have sixty-eight soul points. If I kill you, I can get a hundred soul points, which can be exchanged for the Soul-Jing Sword!"
"But, there are thirty Jingjing Swords that the Guimen have put out as bounties, why do you have to kill me!" Wen Li's voice was trembling, and he almost shouted.
Zhang Qian snorted coldly: "I'm afraid you don't know yet, right? There are only two Po Jing swords left in Jixian Pavilion. I can't wait any longer, because if I am one step later, I'm afraid there will be none. So, junior brother,
I can only wrong you. Don’t worry, I will explain everything to the master. I will just say that you were greedy for merit and rushed forward, and died at the hands of the Yumon Demon Clan!"
The sword in Zhang Gan's hand suddenly raised, and powerful spiritual power was drawn out, trying to split Wen Li in half.
Wow!
Wen Li was not split in half, but shattered into formations all over the sky, falling into the woods like autumn leaves flying.
Zhang Qian was suddenly startled and lost his voice: "How could it be?"
Behind a birch tree, Wen Li walked out with a shocked face, while Mu Yu stood silently next to him.
Zhang Gan saw Wen Li, who had just been stabbed in the heart by him, and his eyes fell on the unfamiliar Mu Yu next to him. His pupils shrank, and a look of horror appeared on his face.
"Who are you?" Zhang Qian shouted to Mu Yu with a stern expression.
Mu Yu looked at Zhang Qian indifferently. With a wave of his hand, a formation suddenly rolled out and wrapped around Zhang Qian's neck. He pulled Zhang Qian to his eyes and slapped Zhang Qian's Dantian with his palm.
, destroy Zhang Qian directly!
Zhang Qian's face suddenly turned pale. He was only in the Nascent Soul stage, how could he resist Mu Yu who was in the Tribulation Stage? In the blink of an eye, he collapsed on the ground like a dead dog, with a look of pain on his face.
"After dealing with him, I have something to ask you."
After Mu Yu said to Wen Li, he walked aside and leaned against the tree trunk. For some reason, he felt an inexplicable anger in his heart that could not be calmed down.
Perhaps it was Zhang Qian's so-called senior status that made him feel disgusted. He thought of his senior brothers whose whereabouts were unknown and felt a little melancholy.
He has gone home. Where is his senior brother?
Wen Li couldn't bear to look at Zhang Qian, who was dismissed by Mu Yu in a blink of an eye, and still asked without giving up: "Senior brother, I always thought you were a good person, and you take good care of me, and I respect you very much. I don't
Understand, why do you want to kill me?"
Zhang Gan gritted his teeth and remembered the past, with a look of resentment on his face, and shouted angrily: "You don't understand? You respect me? Fart! In the eyes of the master, you are the only polite disciple, don't think that I don't
I know you are flattering Master! Before you started, Master always thought highly of me. Since you started, Master has treated you like a treasure and given you any good cultivation resources."
The more Zhang Qian talked, the more excited he became, as if he had forgotten his own pain and continued to shout angrily:
"Originally, my cultivation level was higher than yours, so I could tolerate it, but now your cultivation level has surpassed mine. I also heard that the master was going to give up the position of head to you, and I will never allow you to get on top of me.
As long as you get the Jingjing Sword, your strength will surpass mine, and then any respect will be nothing but fart! I will not allow such a thing to happen, so you must die!"
Wen Li murmured: "Brother, you know I am not like this. I told my master that you are the successor to the head. I don't want to be the head because I think you are more suitable than me. Master also agrees."
Yes, but, but how could you treat me like this?"
Mu Yu silently listened to the conversation between the two of them, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable in his heart.