The wind chimes in Zhaixing Tower are ringing gently.

The wind chimes in another building not far away were all cracked.

The mountain gate formation of the Xuanling Sect has been completely opened, the atmosphere is depressing and tense, and the Dawn Lake is slightly turbulent, and it feels like a storm is coming.

More than ten elders of the Xuanling Sect stood in the building, their faces were extremely ugly, but not all of them were in the mood.

More than ten representatives from various sects also came, and they were in a heavy mood, but nothing could be seen on their faces.

De Yuanquan's body was on the floor, no one moved, and he kept his appearance when he just died.

Blood flowed out from behind his head and had spread several feet in a radius.

What was really scary was the hole in his face, which was connected from his nose and eyes to the back of his head, and looked extremely terrifying.

Such a strange wound, no matter what kind of Nascent Soul or Sword Ghost, there was no time to escape.

The old lady stood beside Deyuanquan's body, hunched over, looking at it expressionlessly for a long time, not knowing what she was thinking.

The building is extremely quiet.

I don’t know how long it took, but the old lady finally stood up and made a crisp ringtone in her body, which was a symbol of her practice that she had already reached the realm of transformation.

She slowly turned around and looked at He Bumu, her voice was calm and without any emotion and said, "The Qingshan Sect is too bullying."

Hearing this sentence, several elders of the Xuanling Sect looked over Xiang He Bumumu, their eyes full of resentment and anger.

The heads and elders of various sects also felt that... Qingshan Sect was indeed a bit too much.

After all, this is the family affairs of the Xuanling Sect. How can you interfere or even commit suicide?

The most unreasonable thing is, didn’t your Qingshan Sect give the old lady a day to choose? Why did you suddenly take action?

"The old lady swears on others."

Why don’t you mu Muran said: “We have been talking to the Zuo Yuen of Daze. What does this matter have to do with us?”

Zuo Yuzhe from Daze smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, old lady, I promise that all the fellow Taoists in Qingshan were there before."

The old lady looked expressionless and raised her crutch and tapped her down the floor.

The floor trembled slightly.

Deyuanquan's head cracked like a petal and then turned into pieces.

The old lady didn't go crazy. It was not her who did it, but the remaining sword intent hidden in Deyuanquan's head.

The remaining sword intents disappeared in the air, leaving traces.

"If the old man's perception is correct, this should be the Qingshan sword intent, and this sword technique should be the Cangbird Sword Technique of Yunxing Peak."

The old lady looked at He Bumu and said with a expressionless expression: "I don't even make any hidden decorations when I kill people, and the nobles are too arrogant."

He Bumu's expression still did not change, as if he was as wood as a stone, and said, "Maybe it was the remnant of Taiping, or maybe it was the assassin of Bulao Lin."

The old lady stared into his eyes and said, "Who knows what you have to do with Taiping?"

Why don’t you say: “Everyone can kill him, what can we have to do with him? Old Lady, please be careful.”

The old lady's face had deeper wrinkles, as if she had just half a day and had grown much older.

"Since someone has died, we must find out who the murderer is. Please ask all fellow Taoists to stay with me for a few more days."

She looked at the practitioners of various sects in the building and said expressionlessly.

To be honest, the scenery of Dawn Lake is also good, but everyone knows that this is equivalent to disguised house arrest.

The practitioners of various sects were a little unhappy, but looking at the headless corpse on the floor, no one said anything.

Deyuanquan was the new sect leader chosen by the old lady. As a result, he died tragically as soon as he appeared in the world of cultivation. No one would have given up.

But will the people from the Qingshan Sect stay here?

Dozens of different emotions of sight fell on He Bumu.

According to the Qingshan Sect's style of conduct, they will never accept the request of the Xuanling Sect, not to mention that the old lady has directly identified the matter with them.

No one expected that why Bumu actually accepted it.

He led Lin Yingliang and three Shiyuefeng disciples to walk out of the building, and a voice that was neither high nor low remained in the building.

"Why do you want to leave? I have been watching flowers and plants in the peak for so many years, open and dark, what's wrong with staying here to see the excitement?"

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The new sect leader De Yuanquan died, and the Qingxin Conference naturally ended, but both representatives of various sects and those casual cultivators were kept.

The method used by the Hanging Bell Sect is simple, it is a large formation hidden in the scenery of lakes and mountains.

Two years ago, the mountain gate formation of the Xihai Sword Sect was easily broken by the Qingshan Sect because Taiping Zhenren sneaked into Shaoming Island and destroyed the formation hub.

Now the practitioners want to leave unless they can find the formation pivot under the surveillance of the Hanging Bell Sect and then destroy it.

The Hanging Bell Sect does not let people leave, but it does not prohibit practitioners from making random contacts. It is obvious that they are not worried about this.

The young monk from Guocheng Temple went to inquire about the news, returned to the courtyard, shook his head repeatedly, and said, "It is said that the one died miserably."

The old monk looked at Jing Jiu and sighed.

The young monk didn't know why his master sighed and said, "I heard that Elder He from Qingshan Sect and the old lady are fighting again."

The old monk glanced at him and thought about it but didn't shut up.

The young monk looked at Jing Jiu and said, "The old lady said that Ju Qingshan Sect was too bullying, so Elder He replied Ju Xuanling Sect and slandered people. Look, this pairing is really neat..."

Jing Jiu thought that these two sentences were indeed a bit like the couplets he had read in books before, but he didn't expect that He Bumu still had a skill and had some appreciation.

The young monk continued, "I don't know when the murderer will be found... Don't look at me like this. I know it was not done by the immortal master of Qingshan Sect. I was just a little curious. Who could do this quietly? By the way, do you think people will die? I don't think so."

The old monk couldn't help but sigh, thinking that he should really shut up.

The young monk touched his head and thought to himself what happened today. Why did the master sigh repeatedly?

Sometimes it is called a prophecy, sometimes it is called a crow's mouth.

In short, another murder occurred on the shore of Dawn Lake that night.

An elder with a very experienced ethics of the Hanging Bell Sect died in the night, and his body fell into the lake, and several white geese flew away.

The young monk hurried out and came back shortly after a long time. He said with some regret: "I died too thoroughly and cannot be saved. That assassin is so powerful."

The death of the elder of the Xuanling Sect was almost exactly the same as that of Deyuanquan, and there was a hole in his face.

The old monk looked at Jing Jiu again and sighed again.

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In the following days, the atmosphere by the Dawn Lake became more tense, and the disciples of the Xuanling Sect became more vigilant, but they still could not stop the murders from happening continuously.

Whether in the cave or on the island in the middle of the lake, people are dead everywhere, and those who die are important figures in the Xuanling Sect.

The old monk looked at Jing Jiu and sighed constantly.

No matter how naive the young monk was, he understood at this time, but he just didn't understand how Jing Jiu had never left the courtyard these few days.

Jing Jiu's face was a little pale, and he returned to the house to meditate and rest.

Ada knew that his sword energy was consumed too much and felt a little distressed, so he didn't climb to his head to go to bed.

The young monk looked at the closed door and said frowningly: "Master, are we considered accomplices?"

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The mountain gate formation has been opened and Lake Dawn has been blocked. Everyone knows that the terrible assassin cannot come from outside, but is hidden among the guests.

The problem is that the assassin was too powerful. Not to mention that no one saw him, there was no trace left.

The mountains and fields were everywhere, and the bells at the tips of the eaves never rang, and the elders and strong men of the Hanging Bell Sect died silently.

The strangest night before yesterday, the two elders of Zhatang died almost at the east and west ends of Dawn Lake.

People were extremely shocked and wondered if there were more than one assassin? Or was the assassin's body movements actually had a strange and difficult to measure at this level?

The increasingly bizarre speculation and constant death made many disciples feel scared, but for some people in the Xuanling Sect, this is the best thing.

There have always been many people in the Xuanling Sect who support Master Chen, but in the past, they did not dare to stand up because of the old lady's authority and the tough measures of the elders. Now that the elders are dead, who can stop the surging undercurrents of the Xuanling Sect from breaking through the ground?

Late one night, an elder with great experience came to Zhaixing Tower to ask for the old lady.

"We are all very clear about where the situation is coming from now. Please remove the formation as soon as possible and release the sect leader."

The old lady's voice was still emotional: "Now the Xuanling Sect has been bullied by outsiders, do you still want to talk to those outsiders?"

The elder's voice was low and did not retreat at all, saying, "The sect leader has been married to Lake Dawn for many years. How could she be an outsider?"

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To be continued...