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Chapter 42 Sutra

(There are some problems in the previous chapter. Since the Xuanling Sect knows that Su Ziye was assassinated in Yizhou, the Kunlun Sect didn't know until today. When this chapter is updated, I will modify it. Of course, this is a small problem, and you don't need to read it again. Ah, it seems that the secret of my not saving manuscripts... So it's not easy for me. Students, I'm under a lot of pressure every day. So if you play with the title of the chapter today, I think everyone won't mind. Kakakakakaka.)

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In the screams, Song Qianji summoned out a magic weapon, broke through the air, and sprinkled blood all the way.

The glazed sword stopped in the air without chasing it.

He Wei looked at the bloody rain with cold eyes.

Song Qianji's body was penetrated, and the Dao Shu sword pill was destroyed. There was no chance of life. He flew more than ten feet and fell to the ground, without any breath.

He Wei waved his sleeves, and several sparks floated over, turning into a raging flame, instantly burning Song Qianji's body to ashes.

The Blood Canyon dozens of miles away is still quiet. People in Xuanyin Sect should have found out the movement here, but no one came out to check it out.

It is difficult for Xuanyin Sect to find a strong man who can resist He Wei head-on.

He Wei's sleeves floated lightly, stepped on the air, and soon came to the extremely high sky. The blood-colored canyon became a red line in his sight, and the endless cold mountains were all at his feet.

A jade-like light appeared in the eastern sky, with a distant and mysterious aura, making it difficult to perceive the depth of the realm.

He Wei narrowed his eyes slightly and saluted to the place: "I have met Master Bai."

"Fellow Daoist doesn't have to be too polite."

A gentle voice came from the jade-like light.

He Wei stopped talking, sat cross-legged on the cloud head, closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing.

Lengshan is still so quiet, and there is no trace of activity within thousands of miles. Only the figure of yellow sheep can be occasionally seen among the wild grass and cold willows.

Of course, not all what you see is true.

This is the most dangerous place in Chaotian Continent. I don’t know how many monsters there are, and the demons hide in the deep canyon, behind the formation and underground.

If another practitioner had been watching as arrogantly as He Wei, he would have been facing countless attacks.

But He Wei's realm is too strong, and people from the evil sect are unwilling to provoke him easily.

The most important thing is that the wife of the head of the Zhongzhou Sect is here, who dares to come out to die?

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The deepest part of the Blood Canyon is the monotonous and dry cliff, but there are many buildings in the cliff protected by the formation.

Compared with the current Xuanyin Sect General Assembly, the main building that was destroyed by Qingshan Sect back then, it is very difficult to break through.

The beams and pillars in Xuanyin Temple are made of black jade, exuding a faint smell of blood, and there is a certain sense of dryness hidden deep in it.

There is a curtain made of heavenly blood beads at the deepest part of the hall, and a soft couch behind it.

A middle-aged man was lying on the couch with a gentle breath and clear eyebrows and straight eyes. It was Su Qige, the leader of Xuanyin Sect.

Because of his devilishness, he has been paralyzed for many years, but he is still alive after this civil strife of Xuanyin Sect.

Gao Ya is the only seven-generation elder who has survived Xuanyin Sect. He is extremely thin and his cheeks are dry, as if his vitality has been dispersed. However, if you look into the deepest part of his eyes, you can see extremely vigorous ambitions and desires.

He looked at the two dazzling white lights on the formation map, his face was a little serious, and he said, "What do you think of the sect leader?"

Su Qige glanced at Gao Ya and said calmly: "Since it was Mr. Bai who took action personally, what else can he think? We will just wait for death."

Gao Ya sneered and said, "If these old thieves could break the Ten Thousand Banner Formation, our sect would have been destroyed long ago. How could they have to wait until today?"

Su Qige closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Gao Ya looked at a young man and said seriously: "Young Master, don't be afraid. Even the immortal Tongtian cannot break the mountain gate formation of this sect."

The young man had some inconvenience in his legs and feet. He slowly walked to the window, looked at the sky that was evaporated by the fire veins, and said, "What exactly did that Bai Zhenren and the head of Kunlun want to do?"

"It should be because they knew what happened in the sect a few days ago. They came to demonstrate specifically. The so-called good and evil are incompatible. Young Master, you should slowly get used to this kind of scene."

Gao Ya said as he looked at the young man's back, with a mocking look in his eyes.

You are just a puppet. What do you think you are the master of Xuanyin Sect?

The young man turned around and turned out to be Shi Toyochen's adopted son Wang Xiaoming.

I don’t know what kind of adventure he experienced after leaving Chaoge City, and actually achieved evil skills and became the young master of Xuanyin Sect.

He did not see the mockery expression in Gao Ya's eyes the moment before, but this did not affect his idea: this person should be killed.

Then he looked at Su Qige, the leader of Xuanyin Sect on the couch, thinking whether this person will be killed?

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The evil demons in Lengshan all sensed the arrival of He Wei, the leader of Kunlun, and Bai Zhenren, the Zhongzhou sect.

They don’t know why these two masters of righteousness appeared here and what they wanted to do, but they just don’t need a reason to be afraid of such things.

The sects with the mountain gate formation quickly increased the strength of the formation, while the casual cultivators who did not escaped quickly to the ground.

The remnants of the Blood Demon Sect who had been hiding for many years were desperately flying into the depths of the underground cave, even though they knew it was dangerous ahead.

There are countless caves underground in Chaotian Continent, many of which can lead to the underworld, but because the passage is too narrow and the natural restrictions are too strong, only the weakest wandering soul can pass through. A powerful demon like the disciple of the Ming Master can only appear in the human world through projection, just like in Mingcui Valley.

There are only a few places that can be called the passage between the ground and the underworld. In addition to the well-known vortex, one is the Soul Gathering Valley in Lengshan. However, it was sealed by the Zhongzhou Sect many years ago. Now only some monsters from the Underworld are lucky to come occasionally. The other is not far from the East China Sea.

There is a pit in the verdant valley.

The pit is extremely deep and I don’t know the bottom.

Here it is called Tongpaijing.

No practitioner knows why he calls this name.

Shuiyue Temple can suppress the demons from the underworld who run out of the mountain more than ten miles away from Tongtianjing at any time.

To put it more accurately, the amazing Donghai God Niu built this Shuiyue Temple here countless years ago in order to suppress the demons of the Netherworld.

Chaotian Continent has been peaceful for more than two hundred years, and the activities of the Netherworld have obviously decreased, and in recent decades, it has almost disappeared.

The patio has been quiet for many years.

On a certain spring day, the tranquility here was suddenly broken.

More than ten disciples of Shuiyue Temple floated up in a green curtain sedan chair, and the Supreme Elder of Shuiyue Temple was in the sedan chair.

A moment later, the golden clouds were born to welcome the morning glow, and the lotus boat slowly fell down. The abbot of Guocheng Temple and the chief Master Duhai of the Literature Hall brought eighteen ascetic monks to Tongtianjing.

The chanting of scriptures sounded and echoed among the green valleys.

The scriptures with a faint golden light woven into a net like a cassock and slowly fell into the pit.

There were countless squealing sounds in the courtyard, like a red-burned knife poured with cold water.

I don’t know how many wandering souls died instantly.

The dark and cold aura slowly sank until it can no longer be felt.
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