Chapter 313 Situ Qingfeng

This is impossible, absolutely impossible. The evil's mind was surging like a sea. He thought he was listening to a lie. [ Killing Scriptures] The bitch who was killed was taken away, and no one dared to rob her with her cultivation.

Even if this guy looks strange, compared with that bitch, he is simply an climatic ant.

"I saw the last face of killing the old king. He waited for you for eight thousand years and finally died with hatred. Everything about him is with me. I don't have that kind of bloodline, and it is almost impossible to cultivate [killing scriptures] to the extreme. But you can kill Lao Wang and be framed by a dream. You can avenge this revenge.

Xu Le said calmly, whether he believed it or not.

"Hmm, you don't care, I don't believe it." Evil has calmed down, but his eyes have become unstable. Obviously, what Xu Le said still touched the string in his heart.

Xu Le waved his finger, and a memory crystal flew out, which contained the complete [killing scripture] content he got. The evil soul was swept away, and then the body began to tremble, and the heart that had been frozen for thousands of years began to melt slowly.

"Brother."

I have been a ruthless assassin for thousands of years. I don't know how many people's lives have been taken. My evil heart has long been as cold as a stone and has no feelings. But two tears fell at this moment, and they would not believe it if outsiders saw this scene and killed them.

"You two brothers have a good relationship."

Xu Le couldn't help but be moved. After the disappearance of the seventh master, he never cried. For him, tears are also a kind of heart demon, a kind of cowardly heart demon.

For a long time, the evil man woke up. He looked up at Xu Le, with a light of hope in his eyes and didn't say anything. Just nodded heavily to him and then drift away.

This time, his back no longer seemed lonely, but a little more angry and tough.

Although he didn't say anything, Xu Le already knew what he meant. In the future, as long as he has any requirements, he will definitely repay with death.

When Xu Le returned to Shibaofeng again, the disciples of the eight Changtian clan changed their attitude towards him, at least in a much closer tone.

"I don't know the name of my friends. This is my sister Changyun, and they are all genius disciples of our clan." Changying said politely.

"In the lower nine sword valley, Xu Qi is a disciple of the array. Previously, I didn't deliberately hide my identity, but..."

"Xu Daoyou doesn't have to explain, we all understand." Changyun smiled gently and looked even more beautiful. It is normal to be targeted by an assassination master. If it were them, they would change their appearance.

However, they directly ignored what kind of power Jiujian Valley is. The holy world is too big. It can be said that all races are prosperous, and there are tens of millions of immortals. Jiujian Valley may be a fairy gate in a small corner, but a giant dragon may swim out of the small fairy gate.

Because everyone's attitude towards him changed, they soon began to talk and laugh. Changyun is beautiful, and her conversation and knowledge are also extraordinary. Many things she said have never been experienced by Xu Le, and she heard them with great interest.

Suddenly, she turned to talk about the viewing of the heirs of the treasure gate.

"The heir selected this time was heard that he was a disciple of the branch. When he was a child, he didn't know what fairy fate he got, and his roots and blood veins were refined against the sky. And this person was very good at forbearance until he became famous in the last disciple competition of Jubaomen. At the age of 40, he achieved the spiritual state, and three laws were directly condensed after the breakthrough. This kind of unnatural talent even shocked the hidden king. He personally went out to check the man's bloodline, and finally announced on the spot that he would be the successor of the treasure gate, and a grand viewing was held for this purpose.

"Do you know what this person's name is?"

"Situ has no intention."

Xu Le is a little disappointed. From his point of view, Situ Qingfeng's potential is also very great. As long as there are enough resources, I'm afraid you can advance to the spiritual realm at the age of 30. Among other things, even Situ Qinglian's qualifications have reached this point under the accumulation of endless resources.

However, there are also gossips that Situ Wuxin began to lay out as early as 20 or 30 years ago, framed those competing disciples in the main vein, exiled and expelled. After so many years, no one in Jubaomen can match his talent at the same age.

"Is it possible that the Situ brothers and sisters were exiled to the secular world at that time?"

Xu Le pricked up his ears and listened. He knew that Situ Qingfeng had returned to the holy world, and perhaps he was hiding in a corner of the treasure gate at this moment.

"Did the ancestors of Jubaomen acquiesce to this?"

"What else can we do, because no one can stop the unintentional rise of Situ. Is it possible to find another evil disciple beyond his talent in the treasure gate?

Changyun clapped his hands and said with interest, "Anyway, there is still some time. Let's go to Jubaomen's most famous Marlboro to see it."

"Sister, you mean the challenge table built with 10,000 magic weapons." The younger generations of the Iolong family are excited. It's not that they haven't seen a magic weapon. Everyone has more or less one or two handles. But they have never seen the platform composed of 10,000 magic weapons, and they can't even imagine what it is.

Xu Le is in a bad mood. The number of magic weapons on his body is less than one tenth, which is less than one. But in the Jubao Gate, the 10,000-handed magic weapon is only used to build a challenge platform.

This background is enough to amaz the world.

The peak where the Wanbaotai is located has been surrounded by dense immortals, and from time to time there are noises, roars and killings.

Xu Le did not feel the breath of ten thousand handles of magic weapons, and knew that there must be a powerful seal array. Otherwise, the power of tens of thousands of magic weapons condensed together is enough to frighten off a master of the Jindan period.

In order to improve the realm as soon as possible, some people will also take shortcuts to refine the magic weapon into an energy rune, which is comparable to the existence of the heavenly mark. However, the later it is, the more the magic weapon rune will become an obstacle to practice. Because the essence of magic weapons is not energy, they are just transformed by energy.

Xu Le also wanted to refine the magic weapons in his hand into magic weapon runes one by one and integrate them into the heart of Shinto, but this is the practice of drinking poison to quench thirst. The longer he practiced, the more poison he will be.

The eight disciples of the Changsheng clan had long been looking for a gap to get into the crowd, but Xu Le was boring. He was about to turn around and leave, and the dialogue of several female disciples not far away attracted his attention.

After listening for a moment, I quietly followed them when I saw them leaving with a melancholy look.

flew for a long time, flying from this end of the treasure gate to the other end, almost crossing the whole fairy gate. The five women flying in front of them finally landed on a mountain, which was already the edge of the treasure gate, surrounded by few people and seemed to be a forgotten place.

There are also more than a dozen palaces on this mountain, but there is no magnificent atmosphere, and the strength of the disciples practicing here are also uneven. There is no smile on everyone's face, and even many of them are deeply helpless and desperate.

The five women's cultivation is not high, and they are only six levels of the holy realm, but they seem to have a little status. When they come back, the disciples around them salute one after another. Five people approached a palace, in which more than 30 people had already stood. Although they were all spiritual, there was no strong man in the Jindan period. The highest level is only nine laws, and there is still a long way to go from Jindan Avenue.

His figure is very tall, and his eyebrows are full of sharpness. Although his expression is equally heavy, he has a strong momentum.

"18th Grandfather, we're back."

The man with nine laws is indeed very high and is respected as the 18th ancestor. He stood up from the first seat and asked forcefully, "Have you heard any valuable news?"

"When I returned to the eighteenth ancestor, he has never appeared since Situ inadtentionally hit Master Qingfeng severely."

"Eighteenth Grandfather, that boy must have deliberately avoided it. The child Qingfeng was also reckless enough. He knew that the thief was deliberately provoking his anger, but he still couldn't help himself. Now, on the contrary, he seized the opportunity to be upright, almost beaten him, and even his blood concentration was purified.

"Yes, eighteen ancestors, even if the wind recovers, his bloodline has become very low, even some branch disciples. Compared with being less valued before being exiled, we have been waiting for a chance to rise again for so long, but in the end it is still empty, hey.

The atmosphere in the hall was very depressed, and the irreparable injury of the people they had high hopes on was tantamount to breaking their thoughts and making them give up.

"I'll go to see the breeze first. Without my consent, no one is allowed to talk nonsense again."

The eighteen ancestors said awe-inspiringly, and then flew to another palace. Xu Le hid his figure and followed him into the palace again.

There are many rooms in the palace, one of which has a big spiritual stone bed with a pale face and a weak breath. The previous brilliant face is now full of dead gray.

There is no greater sorrow than death.

He is Situ Qingfeng's first brother in the secular world. Although they have not experienced such a grand event, the feelings of like-minded men are very unusual.

Dong Dong-dong——

Xu Le appeared and made a rhythmic sound on the ground, like a war drum beating, making people's ** begin to burn.

"Who?"

The eighteenth ancestor turned around and looked at the fierce light in his eyes. Unexpectedly, he did not sense that someone was approaching, which was an extremely dangerous signal.

"I'm Xu Le, a good brother of Situ Qingfeng."

The 18th Grandfather's murderous spirit faded in an instant and looked at him incredulously: "Are you Xu Le who has stirred up the secular world?"