break through nine days

Meng Feilang, dead!

His physical body collapsed, and his primordial soul dissipated into the heaven and earth just like Guo Yuantian.

In Chutian's hand, there was an extra purple talisman, which was a kind of storage talisman.

It's not that Meng Feilang's cultivation is not enough, nor is it that the amethyst gate behind him doesn't have much deterrent effect, it's just that he threatened the wrong person.

If it wasn't Chutian, but a cultivator within this level of sect, then it would definitely have some effect. As the top sect of the first level sect, the name of the Amethyst Sect is enough to make those monks dare not act rashly.

Even the most impulsive monk would only teach Meng Feilang a little lesson, and would not dare to kill him without hesitation.

After all, among the first-tier sects, the Amethyst Sect is too powerful, and its master, Meng Tianyun, is quite talented. Even among the second-tier sects, he has received a lot of support and has a great momentum!

But all these threats are of no use to Chutian, let alone the Amethyst sect, even the entire first-order sect is not qualified to threaten Chutian!

He has come all the way, fighting against countless powerful opponents, even the catastrophe that determines the life and death of monks, he dared to fight, these are far from what an Amethyst Gate can compare!

These experiences are not comparable to Meng Tianyun, who is extremely talented. The threat from the Amethyst Gate is like a joke!

With a light slap of the right hand, a talisman light fell on the forehead of the trembling monitor lizard that had lost its owner and dared not escape. The monitor lizard whimpered and tapped its huge head down three times, as if bowing down. , and finally disappeared into the mountains in an instant.

There was already a glimmer of light in the sky, and a faint mist rose around the Qinglin Sect, covering the entire mountain gate, and it even filled the eyes of all the Qinglin Sect disciples.

His long hair was fluttering, his black robe was swaying, and the red cloud above was particularly eye-catching. Chu Tian's figure completely disappeared into the mist in a flash.

From the beginning to the end, none of the monks of the Qinglin Sect saw Chu Tian's face. The only thing they could see was the death-like back and the black robe embroidered with red clouds.

Qing Linzong was extremely quiet, except for the sound of heavy breathing one after another. Si Jianfeng and Lu Feng and Lu Shuo glanced at each other, and they both saw the shock in each other's eyes.Only Han Yue's face was still cold, but some subtle changes had taken place.

In less than an hour, Qing Linzong quickly changed from angry despair to unbelievable shock. This mentality changed so quickly that even now, they still have a feeling of unreality.

"He... who is he?" Si Jianfeng murmured.

"Instantly killing Guo Yuantian, he... When did my Qinglin Sect have such a powerful existence?" Lu Feng also murmured.

"If not, why would he help my Qinglin Sect?" Lu Shuo answered.

"The black robe on him is very beautiful!" Han Yue said softly, a smile appeared on that Wannian Bingbing's face, and the three of them never saw this kind of smile after Master Qingyangzi had no news. Pass.

With a smile on her face, she is like a peony blooming in the sky, showing her unique charm and beauty.

Her three senior brothers had strange expressions in their eyes. They looked at Han Yue, then at the place where Chutian disappeared, and fell silent completely. However, the waves in their hearts were like anger in a strong wind. Like the sea, I can't calm down for a long time!

However, the elite disciples behind them didn't think as much as these four elders thought. They just saw that an unavoidable disaster disappeared so strangely.

Amidst the cheers, rays of light fell from the sky, and under the leadership of the four elders, everyone quickly returned to their respective mountain peaks.

"Sect Leader, Guo Yuantian and Meng Feilang were killed, the Amethyst Sect will never let it go..." In the main hall of the Sect Leader, Lu Feng took a deep breath, with a hint of worry on his face, and said in a low voice.

"Master once said that my Qinglin Sect once had a good relationship with a senior. He said that this senior would definitely make a move when my Qinglin Sect was alive or dead. Maybe this black-robed youth is the Senior's disciples might as well!" Si Jianfeng pondered for a moment, then slowly revealed the biggest secret of Qinglin Sect.

"It's just when did this young man appear? Did he hide in our Qinglin Sect before?" Lu Shuo continued.

"Since he doesn't want us to know, there must be his reasons, we just have to let nature take its course!" Han Yue smiled again, with a firm expression in his expression, "Since he is the disciple of that senior , then if he can help us the first time, he will definitely help us the second time!"

While speaking, Han Yue put her hands into her sleeves, and quietly clenched the token that Qingyangzi gave to Chutian with her right hand.

The disciples of the peaks of the Qinglin Sect, but the excitement dissipated. Everything today opened their eyes. Let them dazzle!

After coming out of the main hall, Han Yue immediately returned to her own Shui Lanfeng, and was led by her second disciple, Lan Fei'er, to the outside of Fenglin.

The two women are well-known beauties of the Qinglin Sect. Walking together at this moment is really a pleasing sight, especially for Han Yue, who is like a goddess to the handyman disciples outside Fenglin. Generally speaking, seeing the two people walking by, they would be in a daze for a while, then quickly remembered Han Yue's identity, and immediately wanted to come to see them in panic, but they were all pushed back by Lan Fei'er's eyes, obviously they didn't want to be disturbed.

Standing outside Fenglin, Lan Feier took a complicated look, then turned to Han Yue and said, "Master, he...he's inside!"

The first-order sects of the Yunchuan Continent are all distributed on a ring-shaped mountain range. There are six such ring-shaped mountains in the entire Yunchuan Continent, extending from the periphery to the inside, like a winding dragon. Within these six mountain ranges is a single peak towering into the sky, looking up at the sky like a dragon's head, and at the top of the mountain is a huge seven-story attic.

Such a terrain, if the heaven and the earth formed naturally, would be a wonderful workmanship, forming the sect pattern on the Yunchuan Continent.

On the outermost mountain range, there are hundreds of first-order sects. Among them is a valley filled with purple mist. This valley is five times larger than Qinglin sect. From a distance, it looks like a piece of purple ocean.

In the purple mist, a seven-storey pagoda is emitting a soft light. There are such pagodas in every sect in the Yunchuan Continent, but this pagoda is much stronger than the pagodas in other first-order sects. The pavilion is much higher.

At this moment, on the seventh floor of the pagoda, a ray of purple light suddenly flew out, submerging into the surrounding purple mist, the purple mist suddenly rolled up, and instantly condensed into huge purple monsters. As soon as these monsters appeared, He immediately let out a roar that shook the sky.

During the roar, these monsters immediately began to bite each other, the powerful fluctuations of the monsters continued to escape, and the strong ones continued to win, devouring their opponents, and within a few breaths, a more and more powerful monster was born among these monsters. Powerful monster.

In the end, after a purple monster several feet in size devoured the last opponent, it roared towards the seven-story pavilion, and then slammed its huge body fiercely towards the pavilion.

But at this moment, a ray of purple light rushed out from the seventh floor of the pavilion, and stood in front of the pavilion in an instant.

In the purple light, a middle-aged man was wearing a purple-gold robe, with a majestic expression, and a gloomy majesty in his eyes.

He was extremely fast, and after appearing, he slapped his right hand in front of him, and the purple mist around him instantly enveloped the purple monster.

"Refining!"

The cold voice echoed in the valley, and the purple mist surrounding the purple monster immediately turned into a huge purple flame. In the flames, there was a violent roar from the purple monster, which was miserable and fierce, but Still can't get out.

Not long after, the roaring sound gradually weakened, and finally disappeared completely.

"Congratulations to the suzerain for refining another amethyst monster. It won't be long before the suzerain can completely cultivate the seventh-level supernatural powers!" In the purple mist, an old man in the same purple robe slowly appeared, and walked towards him. The middle-aged man bows respectfully!

"It's still far away, but the beast souls that my Amethyst Sect hunted from the Youyan desert before have been exhausted, I'm afraid I have to go to that desert..." The middle-aged man smiled darkly, but these words still Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed, and he rushed towards a large hall.

In the hall, there are many spirit tablets enshrined. One of the spirit tablets with the words Meng Feilang trembled desperately and made a cracking sound. When the middle-aged man rushed into the hall, the spirit tablet just cracked, A wisp of remnant soul floated out.

The appearance of the remnant soul was none other than Meng Feilang. The fear before death appeared in his eyes, and he disappeared in front of the middle-aged man.

"Young master!" Behind the middle-aged man, the smile of the purple-robed old man suddenly disappeared, and his eyes showed deep shock.

The middle-aged man stared blankly at the remnant soul gradually dissipating, and remained motionless!

The heart of the old man behind him trembled, and his eyes immediately turned to another place, which was not far from Meng Feilang's spirit tablet, and it was the place where the Amethyst Gate dedicated to enshrining the spirit tablets of the strong in the celestial talisman realm.

The top four spirit cards and the rightmost one are scattered on the altar.

"Yuan Tian is also dead..." The old man gasped, the fourth spirit tablet was Guo Yuantian's altar.

As the head of the four guardians of the Amethyst Sect, the old man is very clear about Guo Yuantian's character, and he doesn't believe that he will be killed in this sect!

Subconsciously, he looked at the sect master in front of him. He had followed Meng Tianyun for many years and knew that the calmer this middle-aged man was, the more anger he expressed.

"Where did he go before?" After a long time, Meng Tianyun opened his closed eyes, the cold light flickered, revealing a kind of sadness after losing a child, and anger after being provoked.

However, his voice was calm and somewhat terrifying!