The villain, the Son, frantically attacked them in order to survive

"I've been wasting my time here for a week, and I hope it can be resolved as soon as possible."

"Nephew Luo, don't worry, I will arrange this matter immediately after the meeting is over. I also hope that Nephew Luo will not be impatient. After all, this Wentian Zangmai is no longer under the control of my Xuanjian Shangge family. If we don't do this, other The forces will definitely not agree, and there will be troubles at that time, which will not benefit any of us."

"It's okay."

Luo Shuangning nodded lightly.

Zhuge Jun smiled and said: "Then it's settled, when the meeting is held, it will be up to the nephew himself."

After finishing speaking, he didn't stay long, and said, "It's getting late, and I have to deal with some trivial matters."

"Elder, walk slowly."

Zhuge Jun smiled and turned to leave.

When he left, Luo Shuangning's brows tightened, and her indifferent face added a bit of coldness.

trouble.

The reason why she wants to come here is just to need some opportunities.

There is indeed some fate between Xuanjian Shangge and Wanjian Qianshan, but it is not enough for her to come to visit deliberately, and even cooperate with it to organize a martial arts conference... But there is one thing that makes her have to... Come here for a walk.

The comprehension of Hanxue Qianren's sword potential.

The sword formula she practiced was specially adapted to the Ice Fiend Dao Body, but the senior who passed it on to her in the Moonfall Secret Realm did not practice swords, but told her that there was once a person who asked the Ancient Realm Sword to practice this skill. Swordsmanship, even though he didn't have the Ice Fiend Dao Body, he was also practiced at the highest level, but that person fell into the Northeast Region.

So Luo Shuangning came to look for it and found it.

Ask about the pulse of the burial, a huge ancient battlefield of Xuantian catastrophe, which is also the burial place of the sword cultivator.

In fact, she wasn't sure if there would be such an opportunity here.

After inquiring about it, Luo Shuangning confirmed that this Heavenly Burial Vein has become a place under the joint jurisdiction of several forces, and it is only open on certain days, and the number of people entering is also strictly limited.

So Luo Shuangning had no choice but to ask this mysterious sword to go to the pavilion to help.

But I never thought of the other party's solution, which is to hold a martial arts conference, and then use the name of this conference to select some people to come out and go in together, so that neither she nor other forces can be offended.

There is nothing wrong with this approach, and there is nothing wrong with it.

But Luo Shuangning felt that this mysterious sword had other ideas in going to the pavilion.

That Elder Zhuge Jun is second only to the Pavilion Master himself in the Xuanjian Shang Pavilion, and his cultivation is in the Suspended Sea Realm of Creation. Since the Pavilion Master has been retreating all the year round, it can be said that he is the real "Pavilion Master".

And this person... the first time Luo Shuangning saw him, she didn't think he seemed a good person.

Coupled with what she had seen and heard when passing through the Northeast Territory, she basically confirmed her opinion.

Mr. Zhuge has other plans in mind.

The first section#The second volume of the Holy Son's Travel Notes: Chapter 35: That hypocrisy, evil cultivators also disdain

As for the plan, Luo Shuangning didn't know.

She is not smart enough to guess the other party's mind.

In short, since the holding of the Martial Arts Conference is a fixed number, let's do it.

According to Mr. Zhuge, the top fifteen winners can enter the Wentian Burial Vein to find opportunities in the ancient battlefield where few people have ever entered, and it is not a problem for her to get a ranking.

Now Luo Shuangning just wanted to get these things done quickly.

then……

She lightly twitched her jade fingers, and after secretly calculating, her almond eyes raised slightly.

It has been more than a year since the two-year agreement made at the beginning.

"Master Lu, Shuang Ning is ready, I don't know, are you the same?"

She raised her head, her voice was clear, with a touch of softness, like a mountain stream.

……

Zhuge Jun returned to his residence all the way.

He had a calm expression on his face, and his eyes were as deep as an abyss.

He quietly released his aura, completely sealing the surrounding area like a lock, and then, he took out a jade slip, filled it with true energy, the jade slip opened a gap, and spit out a blood mist that filled a large area of ​​the wall.

In the blood mist, a figure appeared, sitting high in the depths of the dark ancient altar, exuding a gloomy and strange aura, even Zhuge Jun's whole body seemed to be dyed in darkness.

The figure opened his eyes, and the pupils were blood red.

He looked at Mr. Zhuge, who was not far away from him, silent, but possessed a kind of magical power that made people dare not look directly at him.

"How's it going?"

His hoarse voice sounded like a ghost, gloomy and difficult to distinguish.

Zhuge Jun saluted respectfully: "I tell the suzerain that my subordinates have informed the Northeast Region about the Wenwu Conference, and Luo Shuangning also agreed to participate, but if you want to do it, it's best to do it within the Wentian Burial vein, which is an ancient battlefield , there are very few people, even with the strength of the subordinates, they can't detect it."

"Well, well done."

The indifferent voice of the figure continued to be heard, making one's hair stand on end.

"This seat will let Xia Jiuyou disguise himself and go to your place. In order to hide and not attract attention, his cultivation will be suppressed at the Dao level. No matter what method you use, you must send him in."

"Remember, this matter must be done cleanly, without leaving any evidence."

"The Yang Sword Saint is an out-and-out lunatic. If Luo Shuangning leaves even the slightest evidence, it can be traced back to us..."

The magic in the figure's eyes suddenly bloomed, causing Zhuge Jun's mind to flash an illusion that he had already been torn apart and died. It was only for a moment, but it already made his brows tremble.

"Yes, this subordinate obeys!"

Zhuge Jun did not dare to neglect, and saluted again.

"hehe……"

The figure smiled lightly, seemingly satisfied.

"I would like to ask, how are you doing with the layout of the Xuanjian Pavilion?"

"Back to suzerain, everything is proceeding according to your instructions. The master of the Xuanjian Pavilion is still in retreat. The last time he left the seclusion, the 'swallowing demon seed' given to me by the suzerain has entered his body. It should be ready It's time for the demon seed to explode."

"As for the other elders, I have already recruited [-]% of them to my subordinates, and for the sake of insurance, I have already fed the devil's gu. If there is a slight mistake, the devil's gu will explode early, and they will be killed. They will also be used by my evil heart sect."

"As for the ones who can't be won over...they just have to wait for the day when they will turn their backs completely, and they have nothing to fear."

When Zhuge Jun said this, fanaticism appeared in his eyes.

No one would have guessed that the No. [-] figure of the strongest sword sect in the Northeast Region must be an evil cultivator.

Of course, this matter is determined not to be exposed, because Mr. Zhuge has already arranged many matters no matter whether he is in the Xuanjian Pavilion or outside.

This Xuanjian Shangge, in fact, has become the largest branch of the Xiexin Sect in the Northeast Region in the dark!

"Hehe...very good, you take care of things, I don't worry."

The eerie laugh came from the figure's mouth.

"Everyone in the world thinks that my Xiexin sect is a threat. Even if I show up, I will be hunted down by those persistent lunatics. But soon, this situation will change."

"The Northeast Region is ours."

Zhuge Jun's eyebrows flickered, as if he was considering his words, but he didn't know how to word it. After hesitating for a moment, he still gritted his teeth and said, "Sovereign, if Luo Shuangning dies in the end, there will be no evidence left, but the Lord Yang Sword is still I'm crazy, what should I do if I want to come to my door?"

He actually has a concern.

Zhuge Jun has been lurking in the Xuanjian Pavilion for more than two hundred years. During this period, he carefully planned, wooed others, suppressed dissidents, and secretly infiltrated the power of the Xiexin Sect into the entire Northeast Region. Now, Luo Shuangning's arrival shouldn't be a problem, but the problem is that the suzerain asked Luo Shuangning to die.

Of course, this is not an outrageous request.

These arrogances of great sects have always been the targets of the Xiexin sect. Whether it is the holy son of Shura Palace or the successor of Wanjian Qianshan, they are all targets that the Xiexin sect must kill.

But to do things in a secretive manner, it is best to be able to frame the blame, if the frame is not successful, then it must not be implicated in the Xiexinzong.

If Luo Shuangning was disturbed in Xuanjian's upper pavilion, no matter how cleanly it was done, the "Crazy Sword" might not let it go.

I really don't think that people's notoriety is fake.

"Saint Yang Sword, you don't have to worry."

"The fact that Luo Shuangning is going to die is not my current request, but someone in Wanjianqianshan wants to do so."

The figure smiled hoarsely, and there was a gust of wind when he spoke.

"Oh?"

Zhuge Jun looked at the figure in surprise.

"Hmph, that old madman Yang Jian really thinks that he can hide from others with his little thoughts. He is everywhere between the fifteen sword peaks, and his first sword peak is now the bottom one. This old man is planning to It is necessary to twist the power of the fifteen sword peaks into one ball, and rebuild the former peak of sword cultivation."

"It's a pity that others think so too."

The figure sneered.

"The Ten Thousand Swords and Thousand Mountains are now full of civil strife, and they are harmonious on the surface, but they have long been fighting in the dark."

Zhuge Jun was shocked when he heard this, but a new worry immediately arose: "No matter who in the Thousand Swords and Thousand Mountains asked me to take action, what should I do if this matter is exposed afterwards?"

"There's no need to worry about this. Xia Jiuyou's cultivation has reached the peak of the Pigong Realm, and it's easy to deal with that little girl who just entered the Pigong. As long as we don't leave any excuses behind, even if those people want me to take the blame afterwards, they won't be alone." possible."

"Hmph, I, the Xiexin sect, am not a knife that can be used at will."

The figure moved a bit, and the monstrous devilish energy rolled around.

There are so-called self-proclaimed decent people who want to use the Xiexin sect to get rid of a possible hidden danger of the same sect. They clearly want to kill, but they still hide their thoughts like this. It is really contemptuous hypocrisy.

But how could the Xiexin sect be so easily played by others?

The first section#The second volume of Shengzi's travel notes: Chapter 36: The snow-white back (August monthly ticket plus 5)

After seven days of flying, Lu Mu and Chi Xin arrived in the Northeast Region.

Randomly found a place to fall off a cliff, and let the flying spirit beast go back the same way.

"The aura here is a little thin."

Lu Mu looked at the surrounding mountains and forests, and sensed the aura of that day, which was more than twice as thin as the boundary of Shura Palace.

It’s no wonder that others say that the Northeast Region is poor and remote—it’s not that the scenery is not good, it’s just that the richness of aura is far less than that of the other eight regions. It is naturally a barren place for monks. Of course, there are soil spirit veins The location is naturally different, but that kind of place must be occupied by a big force.

"I'm hungry."

Chi Xin said abruptly, which made Lu Mu stunned for a moment, and then laughed and cursed: "You will be hungry too? Just tell the truth if you are hungry."

"Hee hee, I'm hungry, how about it?"

Chi Xin chuckled, but was not angry either.

"When you're hungry, go find something to eat by yourself. I don't care for idlers. There should be some spirit beasts in this mountain forest. Just grab two and eat them yourself."

Lu Mu pouted.

"No! I'm going to eat those yummy food in a human town!"

Chi Xin became anxious immediately, jumped up and grabbed Lu Mu's waist and shook her head, her small mouth was pouted quite high, her eyes widened and she acted like a spoiled child.

"Since I'm feeding you, I should have a better attitude, don't you think?"

Lu Mu picked up Chixin with one hand, and squeezed her round, wheat-colored face with the other.

"Then... good brother, I'm hungry, can I have something delicious?"

Chi Xin blinked her eyes, and said pitifully, her lively and cunning cat appearance made Lu Mu feel very happy, and couldn't help laughing.

"now it's right."

Lu Mu smiled, and threw Chixin down. As soon as she landed, she stuck out her tongue and made a cute face.

There is no way, the truth has been manipulated.

The two went down the cliff all the way, and immediately found the road. After walking for about half a day, they finally saw a city named "Black Rock City". After entering the city, Lu Mu took Chi Xin to find his home first. At the restaurant, she impatiently ordered an astonishing number of dishes.

It seems that staying on the flying spirit beast, not eating or drinking, just sleeping for the day, made Chixin's mouth flustered, and Lu Mu didn't stop him.

The Martial Arts Conference is not small at all in Shengchuan, the northeast region. Lu Mu called Xiao Er to ask casually, and he told Lu Mu that the venue was held in the main city of Xuanjian, and it was not far from Black Rock City. It takes half a day to get there.