"Huh?"

After practicing here for many days, she didn't look at the painting carefully...... On the vast sea, a flat boat floats on the sea, an old man who can't see the description clearly, and the clothes are strange and ancient are fishing on the sea, and the fishing rod nearly three meters long is bent into an arc, like catching a big fish, full of heavy feelings.

Murong Xianxian knew that this picture contained an extremely high sword technique of the Songshan Sect, the Blue Arc Sword Shadow. However, compared to listening to Tao's sword intent, this blue arc sword shadow was far behind, so when she first arrived in the grass hall, she didn't pay too much attention to it.

However, when she realized the sword intent of Tingtao again today, she re-watched the painting and suddenly felt the difference...... It's like looking at a three-dimensional picture, a strange dark green jungle emerges from the sea.

Wrong!

Murong Xian studied it as a three-dimensional painting.

This is a lofty mountain, and an old man in Taoist costume with a strange description stands on top of that mountain...... In the center of the mountain, there is a black abyss, and there seems to be billowing black gas coming out of it. The old man's gaze was very peculiar, a little solemn, a little sad, and a little compassionate. After staring at it for a long time, the old man's mouth suddenly let out a long roar, turning into a red rainbow and shooting towards the sky.

Mountains and jungles...... There were even villages and towns passing under Changhong, and Murong Xianxian rushed to the strange while forcibly remembering the route that Changhong flew.

There is also light in the space where the red rainbow is located, but it is very faint, hazy, and extremely unstable, and even the world in this space is extremely unstable. Chihong, of course, is that Chi **, and he also encountered some strange creatures during the flight, but where are those creatures the opponent of this golden immortal, and he didn't even read out the opening sentence of the robbery, so he was killed in seconds, and flew to a place that seemed to be a passage, and the red light flashed, and in a blink of an eye, it appeared on a foggy sea......

'Boom!'

It was as if something had burst in her head, and although she didn't feel any pain, it was an extremely strong concussion, and her eyes immediately regained clarity. The painting is still the same painting, the thatched cottage is still the thatched cottage, to hell with the three-dimensional drawings and everything.

What a painting with a lot of content!

Murong Xian stared thoughtfully at the picture in front of him.

This painting is not only as simple as containing a sword trick, but I am afraid it also contains some secrets, red**...... Thinking of the magic weapons of the red ** in myths and legends, Murong Xianxian was enthusiastic.

The treasure vase of the Cihang Daoist is real, the jade pipa of the Four Heavenly Kings is real, and the witch treasure of the witch god is real...... In this case, the magic weapons such as the Taiji diagram and the yin-yang mirror should also be true. If so, where would they be? were they taken with them by the Red **, or were they left somewhere?

It seems that it is necessary to talk to those Matsuyama sect elders.

When Murong Xianxian came to the main hall of the Songshan Sect, he saw the new sect master Xiang Daolin and several elders in a daze there.

"People from the Lingxiao Sect, Youyue Sect, Sanshan Island, and Red Blood Pavilion have successively sent people to the island to inquire about the ......reality of our Songshan Sect," Xiang Daolin said.

The other three God Refining Stage Elders had a worried look on their faces, and the other few Infant Stage Elders who had added to them were also a little uneasy. If the strength of the Songshan faction was not damaged, no force in the Tiancang Sea would dare to claim to offend the Songshan faction, but now...... I'm afraid that a small force on Qingxia Island may launch a destructive blow to them.

"They aren't the forces on Qingxia Island, right?" Murong Xianxian thought for a moment, feeling that although these names had a vague impression, they didn't seem to be affiliated forces of the Songshan faction.

"No, they are the four major forces in the Heavenly Sky Sea that have the strength to compete with the Songshan faction, in the heyday of our faction, it was already good if they didn't match the sword blade, but I didn't expect them to dare to take advantage of the danger now!" Xiang Daolin gritted his teeth a little.

Murong Xianxian was a little speechless, of course she was also responsible for this matter. However, the first evil and those who harbored the evil deeds have been swept away, and she doesn't want to see the Dao system that is in the same vein as the Jade Void Palace disappear, after all, that red ** may still be in the upper realm...... You can kill his people, it's not a big deal, after all, people have it, as long as the reason is reasonable, he doesn't care about immortals. But if the Dao system is destroyed, then the problem may be big, and Murong Xianxian has finally gained the benefits of others, leaving a line of life, and it will be good to see each other in the future.

Looking at the expectant gazes of the monks around him, Murong Xianxian smiled faintly: "I still have to stay here for a while, as long as they don't go too far, don't pay attention to it." If the Matsuyama faction is in trouble, I will help. However, "

She paused slightly and said, "I have a limited amount of time here, and I will build yì for you to close the mountain." ”

Closing a mountain is not the same as washing hands in a golden basin, and the closure of a mountain by one force not only means that they will cut off contact with the cultivation world from now on, but also means that they have to give up a lot of interests.

"Closing the mountain?" Xiang Daolin's face was slightly stunned, and some of the other elders also pondered.

As a last resort, no sect will choose to close the mountain. However, almost all of the current powerhouses of the Songshan faction have fallen, although the inheritance is still there, but with their current strength, they are like babbling children with a cornucopia in their hands. But if you choose to close the mountain, even if it is a few hundred years for them, you will re-cultivate a group of top powerhouses.

"Red Blood Pavilion disciple Wei Chuanlin came to worship the mountain and asked to see the sect master of the Songshan faction!"

Just when Xiang Daolin and the others were considering Murong Xianxian's mention, a clear voice came from outside the mountain gate to the main hall of the Songshan Sect.

Provocation!

This is a provocation by Chiguoguo!

Worship the mountain normally, the fault is not the enemy, who would use this method to shout at the door of people's homes?

"If you come, you will be safe, see what he says, you don't have to be polite, so as not to fall into the prestige of the red ** seniors. Murong Xian said indifferently.

Prestige?

Everyone looked at Murong Xianxian and couldn't help but be speechless for a while. It seems that the prestige of the ancestor of the Songshan Sect was ravaged by your old man to the point that it was not even as good as a rag, right? But this sentence was not spoken, so he had to order someone to bring in the disciple of the Red Blood Pavilion.

Not long after, a disciple of the Matsuyama faction who was in charge of guiding the way brought in a young man who looked to be in his twenties, and he followed behind the Matsuyama disciple, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen the embarrassment of the Matsuyama faction...... It's no wonder how lively the Songshan faction was in the past, with monks coming and going and fairyland-like scenery. And now there are many monks who see that the situation is not right, and they have not said goodbye, although the battlefield has been cleaned up, but there are still traces of blood in some places, with the strong perception of the cultivators, it is not difficult to sense the slightest trace of spiritual power fluctuations and bloody qi left behind after the battle in the air.

"Wei Chuanlin, you are just a disciple of the Red Blood Pavilion, but you are making a lot of noise in front of my Songshan Sect, and you are also arrogantly saying that you want to see the sect master of my sect, is this the rule in the Red Blood Pavilion?" said an elder with a hesitant face.

"Joke!"

Wei Chuanlin had an arrogant look on his face: "Wei Mou and the seventh son of the Red Blood Pavilion Lord's descendant, came to visit him on the order of the family teacher, how did he not follow the rules?"

The elder of the Songshan faction forcibly suppressed the displeasure in his heart, and called him by his name with a calm face: "Wei Chuanlin, what is the matter with the Red Blood Pavilion Lord asking you to come?"

Wei Chuanlin didn't care about his tone, he smiled, and said: "The family teacher heard that the Songshan faction had suddenly encountered a tragic change, and he has already sent the elders of the sect to help. ”

"How can this be reasonable!" several elders in the main hall were furious.

It's nice to say, what kind of help, it is clear that he wants to take advantage of the fire to rob.

"Wei Chuanlin, do you know that this move is undoubtedly a declaration of war against our faction, can you Red Blood Pavilion take this responsibility?" asked an elder who forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart.

A very ironic smile appeared on Wei Chuanlin's face: "It's serious. The Red Blood Pavilion and the Songshan Sect are both forces in the Tianwu Sea, and there is a way that is cold and cold, so they should join hands. Moreover, this time, the family master estimated that the Songshan faction had suffered heavy losses, in order to prevent others from falling into the ground, my Red Blood Pavilion was willing to open the door and accept all the Daoists from the original Songshan Sect to join the Red Blood Pavilion, and both their status and cultivation resources would remain unchanged......"

The wolf's ambition is obvious.

Although all the elders of the Songshan Sect knew each other's purpose, when Wei Chuanlin said it loudly, he still felt very shocked and angry.

"Shameless!" the crowd was inexplicably saddened...... It's really a tiger falling in Pingyang and being bullied by dogs!

"What a big breath!"

The figure on the main hall flashed, and Murong Xianxian appeared in the main hall, looking at Wei Chuanlin coldly: "It seems that your master's ambition is very high, this construction is very good, if your master can work hard to promote the smooth progress of this matter, the future deputy sect master of the Songshan Sect will definitely have him." ”

"Who are you? I'm talking to your elders, so how can you talk here?!"

Wei Chuanlin's face changed suddenly, he felt that the original Songshan Sect elders had been a little intimidated, but Murong Xianxian inserted a script, maybe it would bring some trouble.

Murong Xianxian was very angry, the Songshan faction provoked her, and she also wanted to carry out the mistake to the end, so she slaughtered the high-ranking monks of the Songshan faction in a fit of anger. However, no matter what, she can't let others bully her...... In the distance, she is in the same vein as Chi** and has the responsibility to take care of her; in the distance, she can be regarded as having received the benefits left by Chi**, and it is okay to kill people, but it is another thing to destroy the Dao system, so she must not tolerate it.

"Are you talking to me?"

She squinted at Wei Chuanlin, and said lightly: "This is the important place of the Songshan faction, what kind of person are you? Even if you are the master of the Red Blood Pavilion, you have to speak honestly here, where is your arrogance?Get out!!"

The last shout was like a thunderbolt ringing in Wei Chuanlin's ears, and the rumbling thunder kept vibrating in his ears, Wei Chuanlin only felt that the true yuan of his whole body was churning, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his body couldn't help retreating. RS