Ink panel: Hunting the sun and surveying the sky from the bow.

Chapter 350 Damn it, enemies are everywhere!
Danzhou City.

An antique mansion.

Inside the house, a young man wearing a yellow scarf sat in the middle with his eyes closed, resting.

There was no extra noise in the lobby.

"Report..."

Just then, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence in the room.

An ordinary member of the church hurried in and said solemnly, "Master Emissary, the situation outside has changed."

Shen Xiaohu, the leader of the Huangtian Sect, raised his hand slightly upon hearing this, signaling the other party to continue.

His voice was low and magnetic: "Speak."

The young envoy hurriedly reported, "Master envoy, in the battle for the ancient ruins outside Danzhou City, our Huangtian Sect suffered heavy losses, and many brothers and sisters were defeated. The martial artists from the Jingluan Association are also in the same situation, and now they are all gathered around the ruins."

Shen Xiaohu slowly opened his narrowed eyes: "What is the current situation of the ancient ruins?"

The ordinary member of the Huangtian Sect hurriedly replied: "It has disappeared."

"So fast!"

Shen Xiaohu looked surprised. He seemed to have thought of something. He smiled coldly and said, "That's good. They are all gathered together. This is a godsend opportunity."

He withdrew his hand, slowly stood up, his clothes fluttering.

Shen Xiaohu took two steps forward and quickly instructed the followers in front of him: "Pass the order, secretly mobilize people and set up the 'Nine Heavens Killing Formation'. Let those lackeys of the imperial court see how powerful our Huangtian Sect is. Don't think that you can sit back and relax just because you have control over the world's martial arts!"

"Yes, Master!" Upon hearing this, a hint of fanaticism flashed in the eyes of his followers.

He bowed and accepted the order. He opened his hands and said to the sky devoutly: "The yellow sky is above, and the thick earth is below."

Shen Xiaohu also made the same gesture: "Heaven is above, earth is below! Heaven bless us, and everything will go well!"

His followers turned around and left with firm steps.

Shen Xiaohu couldn't help but reveal a hint of joy on his face.

The Huangtian Sect excels in the art of talismans and formations. It has taken a different path and blazed a different trail in the Great Zhou world where martial arts are respected.

After so many years of development, it has gradually grown into a powerful force that can compete with the Ji family of the Great Zhou.

And he has already established a firm foothold in the Huangtian Sect.

Because of this, Commander Shang Fengqu gave him a killing formation called the 'Nine Heavens Killing Formation'.

With this formation, killing tens of thousands of martial artists is no problem.

Another great achievement.

He is so lucky.

A hint of excitement flashed across Shen Xiaohu's face, and he walked quickly out of the house, ready to preside over the formation.

……

at the same time.

Where the ancient ruins were revealed, countless martial artists and Huangtian Sect saints mingled together.

Originally, the Huangtian Sect had a total of 40,000 to 50,000 people, but after the fighting on the road and the incident that happened behind the ruins, not even half of them are left.

Looking around, the number of martial artists attending the pacification meeting is estimated to be less than 10,000.

Most of them died in the ruins.

At this time, even the corpses could not be found. The surviving martial artists of the Jingluan Association were no longer as crazy as before, and regained a lot of rationality. They gathered together around the children of various noble families, relying on each other and stopped fighting.

At the same time, the believers of Huangtian Sect were also quickly looking for their lost teams and finding their leaders.

A clear boundary naturally emerged between them and the martial arts masters of the Jingluan Hui, forming two major camps that became distinct from each other.

Shen Qing walked forward silently, keeping a low profile and showing no intention of conflicting with others.

He took two steps forward and suddenly stopped.

With the help of the [Hunting Sutra], his eyes were sharp and he spotted two familiar figures not far ahead - Xie Rui and Li Wenzhe.

The two men were now pale and their breathing became somewhat disordered. They stood together with the surviving soldiers of the supervisory team.

When Shen Qing was looking at them, the two of them noticed his gaze, turned their heads and looked over, and their eyes met.

Xie Rui and Li Wenzhe were slightly startled.

With so many people dead and the two of them chasing him, Shen Qing was still alive and well and appeared in front of them, which surprised them beyond words.

They couldn't understand why this man was so difficult to kill.

But then, their eyes inadvertently fell on the sword in Shen Qing's hand that was flashing with a faint light, and their expressions changed slightly.

Having collected magical treasures from the ruins, they recognized the style of this knife. It was clearly a magical treasure from the ruins!

Why!
Why is he so lucky?

We destroyed two priceless weapons and magic weapons in succession, and got nothing?
How could he, with his level of cultivation, obtain a magic weapon from the ruins?
This is a relic from ancient times, which can only be found by chance.

Gradually, the astonishment on Xie Rui and Li Wenze's faces gradually transformed into anger and jealousy...

Xie Rui even stood up, pointed at Shen Qing, and shouted: "Look, this man is holding the treasure of the ruins! He has the remains of the ruins in his hand!"

His voice was slightly sharp with excitement, drowning out the noise around them.

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

The crowd turned their eyes towards Shen Qing's location, and saw the sword in his hand with burning eyes.

"Whoever sees it gets a share. Leave the treasure here, or you will never leave alive today!"

In an instant, the emotions of both the martial artists of the Jingluan Society and the believers of the Huangtian Sect were ignited by an invisible force, intertwined together, and transformed into surging torrents, rushing towards the direction where Shen Qing was.

The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

The martial artist closest to Shen Qing had bloodshot eyes and flew towards Shen Qing.

He stretched out his sharp claws like a cheetah hunting its prey, trying to snatch the sword from Shen Qing's waist.

Shen Qing's eyes were as calm as water. He did not retreat at all. Instead, a sense of indomitable spirit surged in his chest.

He swung the knife, and thunder and brilliant lightning appeared in the air.

Boom!

Amid an extremely sharp gust of wind, a streak of blood spread out in the air gorgeously and cruelly like a rose.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The martial artist who tried to get close was now split into two and fell in a pool of blood.

Facing the overwhelming number of martial artists rushing towards him, Shen Qing shouted with a knife in hand: "Come on if you are not afraid of death!"

At this moment, he looked around and found enemies everywhere.

(End of this chapter)