Appearing in the sky above the "Dan Pavilion" is none other than Shen Wei, the master of the third hall of the "Dark Temple".
"You actually recognize us?"
Seeing that the identities of himself and others were revealed, Shen Wei looked at Liao Qiling with a hint of surprise, "You do have some sense."
"A master from the Holy Land has come to the 'Dan Pavilion', what's the point of doing this?" Liao Qiling calmed down and tried to keep his tone calm.
"It's okay to tell you." The corners of Shen Wei's mouth raised slightly, revealing a cold smile, "From today on, there will be no more 'Dan Pavilion' in the world!"
"People from the Holy Land actually want to take action against my secular sect?" Liao Qiling's expression changed drastically and she couldn't help shouting loudly, "Aren't you afraid of being sanctioned by the other six Holy Lands?"
"Are those cowards?" Shen Wei sneered, "They will soon follow in your footsteps and meet the King of Hell. By then, there will only be one holy place in the world, and that is the 'Dark Temple'!"
Is the "Dark Temple" going to attack the Six Holy Lands?
Shen Wei's arrogance made Liao Qiling dumbfounded. It took him a long time to come back to his senses and stammered: "You, your 'Dark Temple' is just a holy place. How can you do it at the same time?" Against the Six Holy Lands?"
"Then it's not a problem you need to be concerned about." Shen Wei replied calmly, "For the glory of the 'Dark Temple', I'll trouble you 'Dan Pavilion' to sacrifice it and do it!"
The last two words "do it" were spoken to the masters of the "Dark Temple" behind him.
Following Shen Wei's order, the spiritual masters from the "Dark Temple" took action one after another. Their bodies turned into streaks of white light in the air, scattered in all directions, and jumped into the territory of the "Dan Pavilion" below.
A series of shrill screams and wails came from all directions, resounding through the sky. Liao Qiling's heart was filled with fear, his eyes were cracked, he pointed at Shen Wei tremblingly and said: "You, you really want to massacre the 'Dan Pavilion'? But? Have you ever thought about the consequences?”
"Consequences? What consequences?" A trace of violence flashed in Shen Wei's eyes, and he said lightly, "How does the 'Medicine Tower' compare to your 'Dan Pavilion'? Wasn't it destroyed by me? What consequences are there?"
"It turns out it's you!" Liao Qiling's heart was filled with huge waves, and she could hardly believe her ears.
Ten years ago, the "Medicine Pagoda" and the "Dan Pavilion" were both known as the two major alchemist organizations in the world. Not only were they not inferior to the "Dan Pavilion" in alchemy, but they were even slightly better in the field of spiritual medicine. They were so popular that it could be said that There is no difference in time.
At that time, Liao Qiling's ambition was not to become the eighth holy land in the world. What he was thinking about was how to lead the "Dan Pavilion" to rise up and overwhelm his old rival "Medicine Pagoda".
However, such a great holy place for elixirs and alchemy suddenly disappeared one day. From the elders of the sect to the disciples, hundreds of people disappeared overnight, leaving only empty buildings. The buildings and the elixirs in them were all missing.
Perhaps the peace maintained by the Seven Holy Lands for more than two hundred years has made the cultivation world numb and lax. The sudden bad news caught everyone by surprise.
Many people pointed out that the one who can do this must be one of the seven holy places.
However, no clues were left in the empty "Medicine Tower". In the following ten years, the seven holy places accused and suspected each other, and some people pointed the finger at the "Dark Temple", but all because there was no evidence. It turned into a long process of buck-passing and arguing, and finally nothing happened.
It is precisely because of the disappearance of the "Medicine Pagoda" that "Dan Pavilion" indirectly benefited, resulting in the current monopoly pattern of one dominant company.
It was only at this moment that Liao Qiling finally learned the truth from Shen Wei.
The thing that destroyed the "Medicine Tower" back then was actually the "Dark Temple"!
The shrill screams were still coming from below. There were men, women, old, and young. He could even identify the mouths where some of the voices came from.
Liao Qiling knew that every call marked the end of a life.
Waves of soft breeze drifted from the towering "Crane Viewing Platform". At this moment, as a spiritual master, he suddenly felt as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and a thick haze swept across his chest, endless Darkness surged into my heart.
Will the "Dan Pavilion" that has been passed down for so many generations be destroyed in my hands?
"Why!" He glared at Shen Wei and shouted at the top of his lungs, "You and I have no grievances, so why do you do this?"
"You don't need to know." Shen Wei looked at him with eyes full of contempt, as if he was looking down at an ant, "You have no right to know."
For so many years, I have always wanted to make "Dan Pavilion" the eighth most holy place in the world, but it turned out to be just a joke!
In front of the real holy land, the Alchemist Holy Land is just a slightly stronger ant!
Ants are still ants after all!
Liao Qiling suddenly burst into laughter, looking crazy and without grace, laughing like a madman.
He jumped up and instantly jumped to a short distance in front of Shen Wei. He raised his right hand high as a knife, and his spiritual power transformed into a dazzling blade that towered over the sky and the earth, and struck hard at the third master of the "Dark Temple".
“Don’t overestimate your capabilities!”
Shen Wei licked his lips, with a cruel look on his face, raised his right hand wrapped in black spiritual fire, and slowly stretched it out in the direction of Liao Qiling...
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Tuk! Tuk! Tuk!
There was a heavy knock at the door of the sealed alchemy room, which woke the Young Pavilion Master Liao Zeyu out of his daze.
Who is so unruly? How dare you come to my alchemy room and knock on the door?
Liao Zeyu frowned, stood up rather unhappily, and reluctantly walked towards the door.
It should be noted that when refining elixirs, alchemists often need to concentrate without any distraction. Therefore, every alchemy room in the "Alchemy Pavilion" has excellent sound insulation. Once an alchemist hangs a bell at the door, With the "Alchemy in Progress" sign on the door, others will never knock on the door, for fear that the alchemy will fail and the alchemist's half-day hard work will be wasted.
Opening the door, what came into view was a young woman in her twenties, with beautiful appearance and graceful figure. She was dressed in a white alchemist's robe that tightly wrapped her graceful body, making her look even more exquisite and graceful.
The woman's delicate white jade hands held an emerald tray with a bowl of steaming red soup on it. The smell of jujube instantly filled the secret room.
"Junior sister Song?"
Looking at the pretty woman in front of him, the anger in Liao Zeyu's heart immediately evaporated a lot, and his tone instantly softened, "Is there anything wrong with my brother?"
It turned out that the woman in white was Song Xiaoqian, his childhood sweetheart who was from the same school as him, but had a quarrel with him on the day of the "Alchemy Competition".
"Senior brother, can I, can I go in?" Song Xiaoqian said softly, but a trace of panic and panic flashed in her eyes unconsciously.
"Of course." Liao Zeyu stepped aside to make way, and then looked outside the door twice, "What happened? There seems to be some noise outside?"
"It's nothing, it's just two senior brothers arguing. Don't pay attention to them." Song Xiaoqian's expression became even more nervous. She moved lightly and quickly entered the alchemy room. Then she raised her right foot slightly and closed the door behind her.
"Junior sister, what are you..." Liao Zeyu looked at the red soup in her hand and vaguely understood something.
"Senior brother, what happened last time was my fault. I shouldn't have slandered your sweetheart at will." Song Xiaoqian apologized, "My little sister specially made some red soup and came here to give you some trouble. Please don't forget it, senior brother."
If you are a villain, don’t try to be on the same level as me.”
"Junior sister, it's all in the past, why are you bringing it up?"
Liao Zeyu and Song Xiaoqian had always been close, and this beautiful junior sister came to the door in person and apologized softly. The unhappiness in his heart was immediately dispersed, and he said in a gentler tone, "Brother was also angry that day, so he said
Please don’t take these harsh words to heart.”
"Senior brother, are you willing to forgive me?" Song Xiaoqian's eyes flashed with a hint of joy.
"There's no point in forgiving or not." Liao Zeyu said with a smile, "As long as you don't say bad things about Qingyao again, you will still be my good junior sister."
"Then you have to drink this bowl of red soup." Song Xiaoqian said softly, "Just then you can count."
"Okay, okay!" Liao Zeyu laughed and reached out to take the red soup. He drank half the bowl and then wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "Junior sister's craftsmanship is still so good. I don't know if it will be cheaper in the future.
Which boy did you kill?"
Seeing Liao Zeyu drink the red soup, Song Xiaoqian's expression relaxed slightly, and her voice suddenly became extremely gentle: "Brother, do you really like the red soup I made?"
"Of course." Liao Zeyu clapped his chest and said loudly, "Brother, I can be considered a person who has tasted delicacies from mountains and seas, but nothing can compare with junior sister's red soup."
"Really? It's great." Song Xiaoqian's voice became a little dreamy and blurry, "My little sister also likes to watch my senior brother drink the red soup I made. If I can stay by your side for the rest of my life, washing and cooking for you, that's it.
How wonderful."
"Senior, junior sister, you, what are you talking about?" Liao Qiling was shocked when he heard the words, "Didn't I tell you before? My brother already has his heart set on belonging. Between you and me, it is not possible..."
He suddenly felt that his thinking was a little slow, and even organizing sentences became very difficult.
"Don't worry, senior brother, my little sister just said it casually, I won't pester you every day." Song Xiaoqian's eyes suddenly showed endless desolation, "You must live, I just hope that you and Miss Yun will still remember the day when they are full of descendants.
Back then, a junior sister like me once delivered red soup for you."
"Sister, junior sister, what did you put in the soup?" Liao Qiling's head became increasingly dizzy, her whole body was so weak, and she couldn't even open her eyes.
"It's just 'soul-leaving grass'. It can only make you fake death for twenty-four hours, but it will not cause any harm to your body." Song Xiaoqian's voice became more and more misty, "Senior brother has always been playful and did not listen to Master's teachings.
, Otherwise, how can you not distinguish the taste of 'soul-leaving grass'?"
"You...why..." Liao Zeyu opened his mouth and spat out a few words, then tilted his head, closed his eyes, and fell to the ground with a "thud", and soon lost his breathing and heartbeat.
Song Xiaoqian stared at Liao Zeyu's delicate features, her eyes watery, with tenderness mixed with a trace of pain. After a long time, she sighed softly, slowly squatted down, and carried her senior brother's body on her shoulders.
superior……
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When she opened the door, a dazzling ray of sunlight shone on Song Xiaoqian's delicate and delicate face, piercing her eyes so hard that she could not open them.
The shouts and wails all around have faded, and are far less noisy and harsh than before.
Obviously, there are not many members of the "Dan Pavilion" still alive.
She took heavy steps, her delicate body pressed tightly against the wall, and moved cautiously to the right, not daring to take a breath for fear that an accident would attract the attention of the white-clothed demons.
After only walking a few steps, something suddenly fell from the sky in front of her and scattered all over the ground with a "crackling" sound. She was so startled that she almost jumped up.
Looking closely, Song Xiaoqian felt like her soul was flying to the sky, and she couldn't help but scream "ah".
It turned out that what was scattered on the ground was a pile of charred black bones emitting green smoke.
Immediately afterwards, a white figure descended from the sky and hovered above the withered bones. It had a handsome appearance, pale complexion, and slightly red eyes, emitting an evil light.
"Eh? I didn't expect that there would be such a beauty in the 'Dan Pavilion'!" The man in white had a lewd smile on his lips, and his eyes were full of covetousness, "What an unexpected surprise."
Song Xiaoqian still didn't understand that she had encountered a lecherous gangster. She was frightened and angry. She hurriedly moved her feet and wanted to turn around and escape. However, she felt an incomparable and vast force covering her head. Her delicate body trembled and she was instantly unable to move.
.
"Don't run away in a hurry, little beauty!" The man in white laughed and appeared in front of Song Xiaoqian in a flash. He held the beauty in his arms and gently stroked her delicate cheek.
After a while, I'm afraid that even if I chase you away, you won't be willing to leave!"
"No, don't!" Song Xiaoqian collapsed weakly in the arms of the man in white, tears falling from the corners of her eyes uncontrollably, "Senior, senior brother..."
The sounds of clothes being torn apart, intertwined with the stern and charming screams of women, resounded through the sky...
…
I don't know how long it took, but Shen Wei finally stood up and arranged his clothes unhurriedly, with a satisfied look on his face.
A disheveled female body lay before his eyes, with no breath between her mouth and nose.
"Third Hall Master, all the elixirs have been obtained." A master of the "Dark Temple" cautiously approached and reported respectfully, "There is no one left alive in the 'Dan Pavilion'."
"Very good." Shen Wei patted the hem of his clothes and said proudly, "Now that we have the things, let's move out."
After saying this, he stretched out his right hand and lightly snapped his fingers. The beautiful female corpse in front of him was instantly surrounded by black flames, and soon turned into ashes, leaving only slender bones emitting green smoke.
"How about these skeletons..." The "Dark Temple" master looked at the charred black bones all over the ground, "Otherwise, I'm afraid people will guess that it was us."
"No need." Shen Wei shook his head, his eyes shining brightly, "Back when we were at the Medicine Tower, we didn't have enough strength and didn't dare to expose ourselves. Now... we're going to start a war anyway, so why not know about it?"
"yes!"
"It's time to let the entire cultivation world know..." Shen Wei looked up at the blue sky and muttered to himself, "Who is the real overlord!"?