Yuxiang

puff!

One mouthful of blood at a time, Murong Xianxian's drink is not just a loud voice, but a sonic attack.Some inheritances with a long history do not lack the supernatural power of sonic attack. Murong Xianxian not only masters the supernatural power of multi-door sonic attack, but also has this magic weapon.This angry shout forced Wei Chuanlin to step back step by step and vomit blood to relieve his strength, otherwise he would definitely be killed on the spot.

When No. 12 mouthful of blood was coughed up, the person had already withdrawn from the main hall, and his qi and blood gradually calmed down at this time.

"You guys are so brave, do you want to provoke a war between the two factions?" Wei Chuanlin was ashamed and angry, he couldn't figure out how the Songshan faction, whose strength had been greatly weakened, dared to treat him like this.

"The fight is the fight. If you can represent His Excellency Chixue's fight, this fairy will take it now. If you don't have the qualifications, then don't make noise here!" The giant green palm grabbed at him.

"You dare to kill me..."

Wei Chuanlin yelled, but before he finished speaking, the pressure around him suddenly increased, and he couldn't even speak. A defensive magic weapon that he barely sacrificed had just manifested its precious light, and it was crushed by the giant palm.

"Kill you? You think too highly of yourself. Go back and tell the Red Blood Pavilion Master, I will find time to visit him."

Murong Xianxian looked disdainful, and pinched Wei Chuanlin with his giant palm, but instead of killing him, he threw it viciously into the air like throwing a baseball.

"Leave your name, I will never die with you!" In mid-air, Wei Chuanlin's figure was getting further and further away... Murong Xianxian temporarily restrained his cultivation base with a unique restraint. Although the time was not long, but He couldn't use his magical powers for a few seconds, and if it spread, it would definitely be a big laughingstock.

"This..." The disciples of the Songshan School looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

"I hate these guys who take advantage of other people's danger the most. If I don't deal with them, I will be angry." Murong Xianxian nonchalantly brushed off the non-existing dust on his sleeves.

Could it be... the elders began to mutter in their hearts.

Sure enough, not as they expected.Lingxiaozong, Youyuemen, and Sanshan Island were not far behind, and they all sent people to worship the mountain one after another. Their purpose was nothing more than to find out the truth and intimidate them.So Murong Xianxian's response is also very simple - let's beat her away, especially the female cultivator from Youyuemen, who spoke so badly, Murong Xianxian was so angry that she beat her head like a pig's head, half of her teeth fell out, Although it is not difficult to restore the original appearance with the means of a practitioner, it may leave a psychological shadow in this life.

"Senior Murong, it's like this..." Xiang Daolin and the elders of the Songshan sect all looked sad.

"It's okay, you don't have to worry. I will visit these four sects one by one, and I will create some opportunities for you to seal the mountain." Murong Xianxian said.

After the closure of the mountain, the peripheral forces of the Songshan faction, including those mines, will definitely fall into the hands of the people, so before that.They want to fish as much as possible and prepare all kinds of materials needed during the closure of the mountain, and that's all Murong Xianxian can do for them.

After inquiring about the situation of the four sects, Murong Xianxian changed the subject and asked several elders about the paintings she saw in the Patriarch's Thatched Cottage... She didn't go into too much detail, but mentioned the misty sea and deep dungeons.Several people were shocked.

"Is it famous there?" Murong Xianxian asked.

"There is the sea of ​​mist adjacent to the sea of ​​sky, the crypt you mentioned should be the abyss of sea of ​​mist..." Xiang Daolin carefully introduced to Murong Xianxian as far as he knew.

The sea of ​​fog is surrounded by fog all the year round, and the sea area is huge, especially the fog, which is very weird.Although it won't hurt people, it has the effect of blocking the spiritual consciousness. Generally speaking, after entering the sea of ​​fog, the detection distance of the spiritual consciousness will decrease by five times.Moreover, there are not only various monsters in the sea of ​​fog.And aliens...

"Foreign race? You mean the demon race?" Murong Xianxian frowned slightly.

"Not at all."

Xiang Daolin shook his head: "The alien races in the sea of ​​fog include demons, and some are mixed races of humans and other races... The Abyss of the Sea of ​​Fog is a very special place called the underground world, where most of the alien races live , there are many materials that are not available in the surface world, but they are also very dangerous. However, there are also many monks who go there to explore, as long as they return with a full load, there will be no shortage of cultivation materials for at least a hundred years..."

"Fellow Daoist Xiang, take advantage of this time to prepare. I'm going to visit the Red Blood Pavilion. I believe that within a period of time, no one will dare to take up the idea of ​​the Songshan School." After listening to Xiang Daolin's introduction to Wuhai , Murong Xianxian said.

I knew this, why should I be at the beginning?

All the disciples of the Songshan sect felt strange. If the elders hadn't made such a stupid decision, how could they have turned into the current situation?They don't know why Murong Xianxian is willing to help, but at this moment, even if it's just a straw, they have to hold on tightly... However, they quickly became mad-"Sect Master, that Senior Murong will The patriarch's thatched cottage was taken away, leaving only this picture." A disciple of the Songshan School came to report in a panic.

"Too much deceit! I..." An elder of the Songshan sect was furious, but immediately felt a lack of confidence.

To the Songshan School, Murong Xianxian had long been the common wrath of man and god, and it was not bad. Xiang Daolin and the elders looked at each other helplessly, and had no choice but to put away the picture containing the green arc sword formula, and then began to Prepare to close the mountain.

The Red Blood Pavilion is more than [-] miles away from the Songshan School, and it is also located on a large island. There are many ancient caves and secluded streams on this island, and it is rich in a kind of tree called Xuejiaomu. Looking from a distance, it is full of blood. , The murderous aura soared to the sky.

A hundred years ago, the last generation of Red Blood Pavilion Master retired. This Mahayana monk is quite famous in this area, and even the Songshan Sect dare not underestimate him. I had an idea of ​​the Matsuyama faction.The other two sects also have Mahayana monks in command, which is why they dared to challenge the Songshan sect. After losing the Mahayana and Chunyang monks, the Songshan sect was no longer able to confront other sects in the Tiancang Sea Region. Fengshan was the only way they could He did it, and Murong Xianxian decided to kill the Mahayana monk in the Scarlet Blood Pavilion, causing trouble to the east. As for whether he is innocent...does it matter?

Bloodwood Island.

This kind of blood flood wood is a kind of spiritual material, the older it is, the more precious it becomes. It can not only be used as medicine, but also can be used for refining weapons. The blood fruit on it is of great benefit to the monks who practice the Red Blood Pavilion.

With enough age, the blood dragon wood will emit a faint red gas, like a blood mist, ordinary people will feel suffocated when they breathe, and the blood will surge up, even if the monks who practice other kung fu inhale this gas The blood mist will also be extremely uncomfortable, but the monks of the Scarlet Blood Pavilion who have practiced the Blood Spirit Art not only do not reject this kind of blood mist, but actively absorb it... The older the blood flood wood, the more effective it is for their auxiliary cultivation. good.

In the center of Xuemu Island, there is a Weeping Blood Cliff, and on the cliff there is a Blood Spirit Hall... This is the most sacred place in the Chixue Pavilion. The only Mahayana monk in the pavilion, Xue Wuhai, is here all the year round. Closed-door practice.

The purpose of cultivation is of course to ascend to the Immortal Realm, but he has retreated here for a hundred years, but he has not been able to take this step, and the anxiety in his heart is obvious.

On this day, Murong Xianxian appeared in a cloud above the Red Blood Pavilion. She looked around, with a look of terror on her face... If the news is correct, the Mahayana elder of the Red Blood Pavilion lived in seclusion here .

In the Blood Spirit Hall, Xue Wuhai, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes, with a gleam of light in his eyes, and looked up to the outside of the hall.

"Xue is harmless!"

On the square outside the main hall, a piece of mist gradually dissipated, revealing an illusory figure... This figure flew towards the main hall like the wind, and as the distance got closer, her figure gradually became clearer.

It was Murong Xianxian.

At this moment, Murong Xianxian looked solemnly, his eyes were calm like ancient water, and he looked at the Blood Spirit Hall calmly... Xue Wuhai was looking at her in shock, wondering how she would appear in the center of the Scarlet Blood Pavilion important place.

Xue Wuhai also saw Murong Xianxian's face clearly, his gaze narrowed abruptly, and after a while, he asked grimly: "You are the one who overthrew the Songshan Sect and even hurt our disciple Wei Chuanlin's Murong Xianxian!" ?”

He looked normal on the surface, but he couldn't hide his shock in his heart. He never thought that Murong Xianxian would come to the door in person... Chixue Pavilion has its own unique information collection work. The elder reported it, but he didn't expect that Murong Xianxian would come so fast and appear directly on the Weeping Blood Cliff.

At this moment, the three-body escaping light suddenly shot into the main hall, and landed between Xue Wuhai and Murong Xianxian, revealing three monks of not young age, two men and one woman.

"Bold, how dare you break into the Blood Spirit Hall of the Scarlet Blood Pavilion!" one of the male monks shouted angrily.

"Murong Xianxian!" The female monk stared coldly at Murong Xianxian.

Murong Xianxian looked cold, and stepped forward.

boom!

It was like a heavy drumstick hitting the huge drum... Her figure flashed, and she went straight to Xue Wuhai as fast as lightning.

"Stay back!"

The three monks shouted at the same time, and the magical power stopped Murong Xianxian in front of him.

There was a cold light in Murong's slender eyes, he slightly raised his hand, and immediately appeared in front of an old man, with a wave of his right fist, it landed directly on the man's chest.The old man's chest was deeply sunken, spurting out fresh blood, his body was thrown far away like a shooting star, and he died of exhaustion. Even his primordial spirit was shattered before he could leave his body under this blow.

A cultivator in the late stage of refining gods will die with one blow!

The other two immediately stopped in horror.

Murong Xianxian didn't even look at the remaining two, stepped forward again, and walked towards Xue Wuhai.