Journey to the head

Qian Ji, the head of the Shengyi Sect, is a despicable villain and is one of Wang Yu and Yang Jiye's targets this time.

In the past, Qian Ji got acquainted with Li Zhenru, a Taoist priest of the Xianyou sect who had traveled down the mountain. He tricked Li Zhenru into breaking into his mortal enemy's cave by borrowing a knife to kill people.

After getting all the wealth, he held a banquet for Li Zhenru on the pretext of apologizing and sharing half of the harvest, and coaxed him to drink the unique secret medicine Zuixian Powder, which greatly weakened his power.

Then he suddenly resorted to cruelty and seriously injured Li Zhenru. In the end, Li Zhenru died unwillingly on a barren mountain. A portable spiritual snake relied on its shrinking spiritual veins to cultivate and caused trouble, which later led to the story of Lu Qian.

Qian Ji has no moral bottom line and is unscrupulous in his actions. The disciples of Shengyi Sect he taught also have despicable conduct and vicious behavior.

Coupled with the relationship between Li Zhenru, the Xianyou Sect and Lu Qian, Wang Yu and the others also reached an agreement with the Xianyou Sect. If they could kill Qian Ji this time, they would be able to eliminate harm for the people with one fell swoop.

I just don’t know what kind of cultivation Qian Ji is now, and what kind of strength is Shengyi Sect?

Wang Yu and the two discussed for a while, then rode the Falcon to the nearest market to inquire about the situation. At the same time, they stopped the Falcon here to rest and wait.

The two of them acted separately. This kind of obvious information was not a secret, so they quickly found out.

There are two people building foundations in Shengyi Sect. One is the leader Qian Ji, who is in the middle stage of foundation building, and the other is the elder Sun Hong, who is in the early stage of foundation building. There are a total of 1,780 disciples.

Although it is an ordinary foundation-building sect, Wang Yu and Yang Jiye cannot attack head-on.

"If you want to kill Qian Ji, you have to lure him out." In the inn room where many magic circles were arranged, Wang Yu said coldly, "Now that the enemy is in the dark and we are in the dark, we can naturally make plans."

"Let's start in Fangshi." Yang Jiye immediately figured out a way. He learned this from Lu Qian when he led his troops to attack Ziluo Mountain. "Let's make a fuss in Fangshi at Shengyimen. We will definitely be able to Establishing the foundation leads to it.”

But Wang Yu shook his head: "I have investigated and found that Shengyimen does not have its own market, but only owns some shops in several markets. Unlike Ziluoshan, it directly controls the market. Even if it causes riots in the market, , what it attracts is not the gate of victory.”

Yang Jiye was in trouble and simply said: "Why don't I just call the formation outside and draw the foundation out, and you can make a surprise attack."

"Shengyi Sect has the right location and people, why do you have to come out alone? Just come and build a foundation and bring dozens of disciples, and you and I can be kicked out."

Seeing that Yang Jiye had no idea at all, Wang Yu's dark pupils narrowed: "If Fangshi can't do it, let's kill in Shengyimen's territory. As long as we act fast enough and kill a few more places, Shengyimen will definitely win." A large number of disciples will be sent to investigate separately. Once the enemy's strength is dispersed, we will be able to find good opportunities."

Yang Jiye shouted in horror: "Junior Brother Wang, you, are you talking about killing mortals?"

Wang Yu nodded calmly: "This method is simple and quick, what do you think?"

Yang Jiye swallowed. At this moment, he suddenly felt that this junior brother who once depended on him had become so strange and distant.

"Absolutely not! Mortals are the foundation of a sect. Killing mortals is a taboo. It will inevitably lead to sects of all prefectures and counties being besieged by all sizes!"

Wang Yu didn't care: "They are not mortals in my Yunshan sect. If you kill them, kill them. Let's move quickly. Who can know that we did it?"

Yang Jiye stood up in shock, never expecting that Wang Yu would say such words in such a tone.

He stammered and said in a trembling voice: "I am a well-known member of the Yunshan faction and have always been an authentic Xuanmen disciple. How could I do such a thing? Junior brother Wang, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Yu frowned. He was about to say that he was pedantic, but suddenly fell silent again, and then said: "I am too impatient, so let's think of other ways."

Yang Jiye breathed a sigh of relief and his face softened slightly, but he didn't know Wang Yu's true thoughts. It turned out that Wang Yu was thinking that there was always a way. If he fell out with Senior Brother Yang because of a plan that hadn't happened yet, it would be a great disadvantage to his career.

"In this case, we can only fish them out layer by layer." Wang Yu finally said.

One day later, in a large county less than a hundred miles away from the Shengyimen Mountain Gate, the outer disciples who had been sent to the mortal world to station here for a long time were waking up from the pile of powder when they saw a tall and strong figure. , already standing on his bedside, those pure black eyes staring straight at him, almost making him wet his pants.

"Find a way to call the highest-status person you know in the door alone. If you succeed, you will live. If you don't, you will die."

Half an hour later, a summons was sent from the county and delivered to an inner disciple of Shengyi Sect. The letter said in a familiar and eager tone that he had recently found a batch of new products and had successfully trained them. Please be sure to show them off tonight, brother.

So the inner disciples endured hardship until nightfall and came to the county impatiently. As soon as he entered the station, a sharp flash of light flashed, and the stationed monk was broken into two sections in front of him. A chilling foundation-building spiritual pressure made his legs weak, and he fell to his knees with a pop.

"If you want to summon your elder Sun Hong here privately, do you have any way?"

"Master Taoist Master, I am just an ordinary inner disciple. How can I have the dignity to impress Elder Sun? You——"

The sharp light of the halberd suddenly approached his throat, so the disciple instantly became wise and shouted: "I recognize Elder Sun's true disciple!"

A few hours later, three late stage Qi practitioners came together.

The person with the highest level of cultivation complained: "This bitch stays up in the middle of the night. He has to tell you some secrets. If he doesn't, I will skin him!"

The pretty female cultivator snorted dissatisfiedly: "Senior brother is very cautious and drags us two together."

The youngest one chuckled and smoothed things over: "The three of us belong to the same sect, so we naturally advance and retreat together. With our help, we are not afraid of any accidents."

The next moment, a sharp edge flashed past, and the young monk's head flew high into the air!

There was no blood on the snow-white halberd blade, and it pointed at the male cultivator slantingly: "Are you Sun Hong's disciple?"

The two monks knelt on the ground, and the male monk hurriedly said: "It's not just me, my junior sister is also!"

The female cultivator glared at him in panic, and bowed to Wang Yu flatteringly: "Please give me your instructions, Taoist priest."

"Find a way to call Sun Hong to come here. If you can do it, live."

The male cultivator rolled his eyes: "I have a way, I have a way!"

"Tell me about it." Wang Yu's face was hidden under the bamboo hat, and all he could hear was a voice without any emotion.

"I'm just going to tell you that a great treasure has been discovered here, and I would like to ask Master to come and collect it. The treasure is tempting, and my Master will never share it with the master. Most likely, he will come here alone."

Wang Yu nodded, then flipped his wrist, and the male cultivator's head flew out, with blood splattering three feet away. (End of chapter)