Yin Feng turned around and looked at him, not understanding what he wanted to say.

"Actually, from the perspective of the monks, there is no problem with my thoughts, but why aren't many people supporting me? Because they fear the unknown? No, it's because they have too many known." Yin San withdrew his gaze and looked at the Liu clan ancestral hall in the distance: "Practitioners who cannot ascend will often leave their own blood. Even my two good disciples cannot avoid the common people. How could they watch these tribesmen and descendants be killed by me?

The ancestor Xuanyin touched his head and said, "It's normal."

Yin San glanced at him and asked, "What about you?"

The Xuanyin Ancestor had decades left, but he did not mean to leave any blood descendants. He said, "I heard that guy Su Ziye did a good job in the west."

Yin Feng mocked, "You actually pin your hope on a disciple who dares to betray you?"

Xuanyin Ancestor sneered and said, "How can you understand what human inheritance mean?"

Yin San smiled and continued, "The ancestors of the Liu family were Liu Ci's younger brothers. In order to help future generations avoid disaster, Liu Ci arranged it in this small mountain village. I just wanted them to survive. Who would have thought that Liu Shisheng had appeared. After Liu Ci died, no one took care of him, and this place became what he looked like now, which was not much worse than the Yuan family in Lelang County."

Yin Feng waved her head with disgust as she heard the sound from the ancestral hall, and said, "I don't know what it means to live like this."

Yin San said: "A mortal who lives like this in a daze is indeed meaningless and useless to live."

After saying this, he lowered his body and picked up a small stone on the ground, and then bounced it out.

The farmhouse door is closed.

The small stone fell on the door and made a slight sound.

A flower bloomed on the door panel, which was a sputtering wooden thorn.

The little pebbles broke out and continued to move forward in the night sky, encountering the tree beside the pond.

Many years ago, Jing Jiu once lay here and taught Liu Shisui Qingshan Sect the mind method.

Another light bang, the bark cracked and wood chips flew across, and a penetrating hole appeared.

The pebbles continued to fly forward.

Flying past the rice fields that were cut like the head of the Xuanyin ancestor.

Flying through the chaotic forest like a phoenix tail feather.

A small hole was shot on the plaque of the ancestral hall.

Breaking through the light in the ancestral hall.

The widow's crying voice was revealed through the torn clothes and exposed the naked body.

Through those sights staring at her body full of justice and malice.

Through the dying tenant worker who was lying in a pool of blood, breathing faintly.

I came to the deepest and highest point of the ancestral hall.

There is a Grand Master chair there.

The old man from the Liu clan sat on the chair.

Another light bang.

A blood hole appeared in the middle of Mr. Liu's eyebrows.

A stream of blood slowly flowed out.

He slowly fell backwards.

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...

On the locust tree in Shangzhou, Yin San was carrying a small stone with half a piece of clothing and smashed a mouse for a day, but none of them could be killed because he was unwilling.

He is very good at killing things. Whether he is willing or not depends on his mood at that time.

Smack sex!

The small stones kept flying, leaving countless small holes on the door panel and countless white lines in the village under the night.

There was no scream, but there was a scream, and there was a sound of running away until it gradually became deeper and then disappeared.

Countless people fell in the Liu clan ancestral hall and the various houses, falling in pools of blood.

Yin San clapped his hands and looked into the distance in the night again.

The nine peaks of Qingshan are there.

Shangde Peak is the third peak, so my name is Yinsan.

The Shenmao Peak is the ninth peak, so your name is Jingjiu.

This is a new life.

You stepped into a new river.

But I shouldn't have done this.

I'm not Yin San.

I am still the big river, flowing eastward, vast and mighty, and I will die if I go against me.

"Let's go." He whispered.

Yin Feng did not dare to fly near the green mountains, and landed on the ground, and rushed forward like a lizard.

The ancestor Xuanyin squatted down and carried him on his back.

The green mountains are still there in the night.

They headed to the other side.

He never looked back.

From this moment on, he was no longer Yin San.

He is Taiping Real Person.

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...

When Liu Shisui received the news, it was already a few days later.

A shiny sound.

The Bu Er Jian turned into a ray of light, retracted his wrist, turned into a sword bracelet, and Yu Zi trembled slightly, expressing his uneasiness.

A few days have passed, and the mountain village is still filled with blood. Fortunately, Qingshan disciples arrived in time and the bodies did not rot.

Hundreds of corpses were piled up in rice fields, including men and women, old and young, and a blood hole between their eyebrows. The picture looked extremely terrifying.

Whether it was Qingshan disciples, the yamen runners from the prefectures or the officials from the Qingtian Department, they were all cleared out.

Zhao Layue squatted in front of the corpses alone and checked.

Liu Shisui walked behind her, clenched her fists slightly, and said, "Can you still catch up with them?"

Since his parents died, he has never returned to the small mountain village or seen these relatives.

Maybe some of them have the means to die, but what are the sins of those children?

"It's useless to catch up." Zhao Layue stood up and said, "Three Tongtians travel together... unless the Qingshan Sword Formation is used, no one can kill them."

Liu Shisui was silent for a while and said, "I hope they don't grow old too quickly and die too early."

Zhao Layue said: "I don't understand why they exposed their whereabouts near Qingshan. Is it because Fang Jingtian's incident is venting? Or is it that he just hates Liu Ci Zhenren so much?"

"None of them." Liu Shishui looked at the corpses in the rice fields and said, "This is a letter of war to the young master."

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...

The autumn wind blows, clear first and then cold, and the Chaotian Continent is about to usher in another winter.

What happened in Qingshan quickly spread throughout the continent. People knew that Fang Jingtian was defeated by Jing Jiujian and the bloody incident in the mountain village. It was not until this time that the young disciples of the cultivation world and Qingshan Sect finally understood why their teachers were so vigilant when they mentioned Taiping Zhenren, and only wanted to kill the other party.

This ancestor is really crazy.

No similar thing happened these days. Taiping Zhenren, Xuanyin Ancestor, Yin Feng disappeared again, and the entire continent became calm. However, both Chaoge City and the mountain gates of various sects smelled the ominous smell in the autumn wind. Even the Fire Carp King at the bottom of the cold mountain gave a strong warning and swam deep into the magma river. It was not until he came to the transparent giant wall that isolated the human world and the underworld that he felt a little relieved.

These ominous smells and warnings come from the great murderous intent hidden in peace.

Just like before the storm, just before dawn, just before the destruction of the world.

Everyone knows what Taiping Zhenren must do. The question is where he is now and what he is doing?

Qingshan Sect sent many disciples from Liangwangfeng to search along the turbid water. As for the rule that the mountain could not be out of the sea, Gu Han forcibly ignored it. Jing Jiu chose to ignore it for no reason.

In the Battle of Chaoge City a hundred years ago, the court's roller blind man and Bu Lao Lin did not cooperate in intentionally. After that, both sides maintained superficial calm, and this time the calm was torn apart.

The roller blind man had secretly collected information from Gu Qing's sign for more than a hundred years. This time, he cooperated with the Qing Tiansi to start another encirclement and suppression. Many of the Bu Lao Lin Yuanni who were hidden in various sects and tribes were exposed.

From Chaoge City to Guocheng Temple, from Qianli Wind Corridor to Yizhou, countless battles hidden in the night began almost at the same time. I don’t know how many people died quietly.

But no one could find Taiping Zhenren, and there was not even a trace at all. He seemed to have disappeared in vain.

After winter, it is naturally spring, and a strong wind blew in the Qianli Wind Corridor.

Unlike previous years when people were unable to shelter from the wind, this time many representatives of the sects and court came against the wind and went to a slaughter.

Jing Jiu told Liu Shisui in Chaoge City that there was something wrong with Bu Qiuxiao, and it was a good thing.
Chapter completed!