There was no expression on his face.

As Yu Lingling finished speaking, Feng Jianxing took a step forward and landed on the yellow sand below with Yu Lingling.

As soon as he landed on the ground, Feng Jianxing's hands glowed with light, and mysterious power continued to flow.

He lowered his head and stared at the yellow sand beneath his feet, his eyes filled with burning eyes.

That look was not greed and possession of the treasure contained in the aura below, but rather, as a weapon refiner, he was curious and thinking about the method of refining treasures that was far beyond what he knew.

At the same time, Song Chunqiu, a hundred-year-old academy monk, looked at Shao Ai and continued to speak: "The nine super-first-class forces in the Holy Land of Cultivation of Immortality have now reached the seven directions. Now

, only the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect and Tiandao Palace in Foxiang were left without anyone showing up.

"The Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect has closed the mountain gate for thousands of years. Even if the mountain gate is not closed, fellow Taoists of the Buddha Sect have always paid little attention to the birth of the treasure. This time... no one should come to the quicksand, but it is the Tiandao Palace. Although The mountain gate is also closed, but it is said that the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace appeared in Baizhangfang City a hundred years ago."

Shao Ai looked at Song Chunqiu and spoke quickly.

At the end of the sentence, he looked calmly at Linghu Chan, the Taoist priestess of the Blood Sea Palace.

That year, the secret filming meeting in Baizhangfang City ended. Su Twelve relied on the secret method of space and asked everyone to track it.

The Holy Son of Tiandao Palace appeared unexpectedly, but due to his plan, he was targeted by a group of monks who wanted to kill people and seize the treasure.

However, no one could have imagined that Tangtang would go to a private auction in Baizhangfang City if he was distracted. It would be fine if he failed to win the treasure, but instead showed his wealth among the monks.

As a result, a tragedy was triggered, causing many monks in the cultivating holy land to die tragically at the hands of the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace.

Afterwards, news broke out that the monk who killed everyone was Cui Shaolin, the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace.

Among the monks who died on the spot, Linghu Yu, the master of the three buildings of Blood Sea Palace, was also included.

Knowing that the murderer was the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace, although most of the monks were sad and angry, they could do nothing about Tiandao Palace.

Even if there is a blood feud, it can only be settled.

But Xuehai Que is different. They are both members of the nine super powers, and Aunt Shenwei is Linghuyu's biological sister.

If the mountain gate of Tiandao Palace had not been sealed, I would have led people to fight it.

At this moment, when Shao Ai mentioned the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace, anger suddenly appeared in Taoist nun Shen Wei's eyes.

"Hmph! The Holy Son of Tiandao Palace was a dignified and distracted person, but he bullied the younger brother and brutally killed my brother Linghu Yu. He didn't come today, so I'll just leave it alone. If he really dares to come, I will give up this fight for the treasure.

, I must ask him for an explanation!!

With a muffled groan, Taoist Sister Shenwei's aura surged around her body.

Thinking of his brother who died tragically and was completely destroyed physically and mentally, the rage in his heart exploded. Even if he poured all the water from Jiujiang River, it would not be extinguished.

As soon as she finished speaking, an elegant wind-like voice sounded from high in the sky.

"Are you asking for an explanation? Fellow Daoist Shenwei really wants to ask for an explanation, but I'm afraid... you're looking for the wrong person, right?"

As he finished speaking, he saw a figure wearing a green Taoist robe, with long hair like thick ink, scattered behind him, looking like an immortal, elegant and free-spirited figure.

At the same time, he appeared with a monk in the out-of-body stage who was wearing black robes, a black mask and a magic weapon, and had a strong aura.

Two figures descended slowly.

The leader was surprisingly none other than the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace, Cui Shaolin.

"Well, Cui Shaolin, you dare to come to this quicksand and show up in front of me even though you are an avatar. Good! Very good! Very good!!! Now that you are here, come and pay for my brother's life!"

"Today, I will destroy your clone first and collect some interest for my brother's death!"

Looking at the figure in front of her, the anger that exploded in the heart of Shenwei Taoist Aunt Linghu Chan could no longer be contained.

With a sweep of the dust in his hand, the figure that was already in the air rose into the sky again.

Without waiting for Cui Shaolin, the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace, to fall, he faced the person in front of him from a higher place in the sky.

The Yuan Gong was activated, and the fly whisk in his hand suddenly turned into a torrent of evil energy, revealing his true face as the most precious treasure, Jiuyou Mo Shu.
Chapter completed!