Burst!

One step at a time, Murong Xian Xian's drink was not just a bright voice, but a sonic attack. Some long-established inheritances have no shortage of sonic attack supernatural powers, and Murong Xianxian not only has mastered multiple sonic attack supernatural powers, but also has this magic weapon. This angry shout forced Wei Chuanlin to retreat step by step, and vomit blood to unload his strength, otherwise he would definitely die on the spot.

When the twelfth mouthful of blood was coughed up, the person had already withdrawn from the main hall, and the qi and blood gradually calmed down at this time.

"You are so bold, do you want to provoke a big war between the two factions?" Wei Chuanlin was ashamed and angry, he couldn't figure out how the Songshan faction, whose strength had been greatly damaged, dared to treat him like this.

"Battle, if you can represent the Red Blood Lordship's battle book, this fairy will take it now. If you don't have this qualification, then don't make noise here!" Before Murong Xianxian could finish speaking, a huge turquoise palm suddenly appeared in mid-air and grabbed him.

"How dare you kill me......"

Wei Chuanlin yelled, but before he finished speaking, the pressure around him increased suddenly, he couldn't even speak, and a defensive magic weapon that he had barely sacrificed had just manifested into a treasure light, and it was crushed by a giant palm.

"Kill you? You look down on yourself too much. Go back and tell the Red Blood Pavilion Lord, and I'll find time to visit him. ”

Murong Xianxian looked disdainful, and pinched Wei Chuanlin with his giant palm, but he didn't kill him, but threw it out as if throwing a baseball.

"Leave your name, I don't share the sky with you!" In mid-air, Wei Chuanlin's figure became farther and farther away...... Murong Xianxian temporarily banned his cultivation with a unique ban, although it was not for a long time, but he could not use the magic weapon for a few seconds, this was going to be passed out, and Zhun Bao was a big laughing stock.

"This ......" The disciples of the Songshan Sect looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

"I hate these guys who take advantage of people's danger the most, and if I don't clean them up, I won't be angry. Murong Xian Xian casually dusted off his sleeve, and there was no dust on his sleeve.

Shouldn't it be...... Several elders began to mumble in their hearts.

Sure enough, as they expected, Ling Xiao Sect, Youyue Gate, and Sanshan Island were not far behind, and they all sent people to worship the mountain one after another, their purpose was nothing more than to listen to the truth and reality, and then come to intimidate a little, so Murong Xianxian's response was also very simple-let's talk about it after running away, especially the female cultivator of Youyue Gate, her mouth was not inferior, Murong Xianxian was so angry that she beat her head like a pig's head, and half of her teeth were lost, although with the means of a cultivator, there was no difficulty in restoring her original appearance, but in this life, she may have to leave a psychological shadow.

"Senior Murong, it's ...... like this" Xiang Daolin and several elders of the Songshan Sect were all sad.

"It's okay, you don't have to worry, I will visit these four sects one by one, and I will give you some opportunities to close the mountain and create zào. Murong Xianxian said.

After the mountain is closed, the peripheral forces of the Songshan faction, including those mines and the like, will definitely fall into the hands of people, so before that, they must try their best to prepare all kinds of materials needed during the mountain closure, and Murong Xianxian can do for them, which is this.

After inquiring about the situation of the four sects, Murong Xianxian changed his mind and asked several elders about the paintings he saw in the ancestral thatched cottage...... She didn't go into too much detail, but at the mention of the misty sea and the deep crypt, several people looked surprised.

"Is it famous there?" asked Murong Xian Xian.

"There is the Sea of Fog adjacent to the Tiancang Sea, and the crypt you are talking about should be the Abys......s of the Sea of Fog," Xiang Dao Lin carefully introduced to Murong Xian as far as he knew.

The sea of fog is foggy all year round, and the sea area is very large, especially those fogs, which are very weird, although they will not hurt people, but they have the effect of blocking the divine sense, usually speaking, after entering the sea of fog, the distance of divine sense detection will drop by five times. Moreover, there are not only all kinds of demon beasts in the sea of fog, but also alien races......

"Alien, are you talking about the Demon Race?" Murong Xian frowned slightly.

"Not exactly. ”

Xiang Daolin shook his head: "The alien races in the sea of fog include demons, and some are mixed bloods of human races and other races...... The Abyss of the Sea of Fog is a very special place, known as the Underground World, where most of the alien races live, and there are many materials in it that are not found in the surface world, but it is also very dangerous. However, there are also a lot of monks who have entered the expedition there, and as long as they return with a full load, there will be no shortage of cultivation materials for at least a hundred years......"

"Fellow Daoist, you take advantage of this time to prepare, I will visit the Red Blood Pavilion, I believe that for a period of time, no one will dare to fight the idea of the Songshan faction again. After listening to Xiang Daolin's introduction to the Sea of Fog, Murong Xianxian said.

If you knew this was the case, why bother in the first place?

The disciples of the Songshan Sect felt strange in their hearts, if the elders hadn't made such a stupid decision at the beginning, why would they have made the situation they are in now? They didn't know why Murong Xianxian was willing to help, but at this time, even if it was just a straw, they had to hold on tightly...... However, they soon went crazy—"Sect Master, that Murong senior took away the entire Patriarch Thatched Cottage, leaving only this picture. A disciple of the Songshan Sect came to report in a panic.

"It's too much to deceive people!" I ......" An elder of the Songshan Sect was furious, but he immediately felt that he lacked confidence.

For the Songshan faction, Murong Xianxian was already angry with people and gods, but it was not bad, Xiang Daolin and several elders glanced at each other helplessly, so they had to put away the picture containing the blue arc sword technique, and then began to prepare for the closure of the mountain.

The Red Blood Pavilion is more than 2,900 miles away from the Songshan faction, and it is also in a big island, this island has many ancient caves and secluded streams, and it is rich in a kind of tree called the blood Jiaomu, looking at it from a distance, the blood is soaring, and the murderous atmosphere is soaring.

A hundred years ago, the previous generation of the Red Blood Pavilion Lord went into hiding, this Mahayana monk was quite famous in this area, and even the Songshan faction did not dare to underestimate it, if it weren't for the Songshan faction having one more Mahayana monk than it, I'm afraid they would have already beaten the idea of the Songshan faction. The other two sects also have Mahayana monks in charge, which is also the reason why they dare to attack the Songshan faction, after losing the Mahayana and Pure Yang monks, the Songshan sect is no longer able to confront the other sects in the Tiancang Sea, and sealing the mountain is the only thing they can do, and Murong Xianxian decided to kill the Mahayana monks of the Red Blood Pavilion, as for whether he is innocent or not...... Does it still matter?

Bloodwood Island.

This kind of blood Jiao wood is a kind of spiritual material, the older the year, the more precious it becomes, not only can it be used in medicine, but also can be refined, and the blood spirit fruit on it is of great benefit to the monks who cultivate the Red Blood Pavilion skills.

With a sufficiently old blood mist, the blood Jiaomu will emit a faint red gas, just like a blood mist, ordinary people will feel suffocated when they breathe, and the blood qi will surge, even if a monk who cultivates other skills sucks this blood mist, it will be extremely uncomfortable, but the Red Blood Pavilion monk who has cultivated the blood spirit technique not only does not reject this blood mist, but takes the initiative to absorb it...... The older the Blood Jiaomu, the better the effect on their auxiliary cultivation.

In the center of Bloodwood Island, there is a weeping blood cliff, and there is a blood spirit hall on the cliff...... This is the most sacred place in the Red Blood Pavilion, and the only Mahayana monk in the pavilion is harmless and has been practicing in retreat at this time all year round.

Of course, the purpose of cultivation is to ascend to the immortal realm, but he has been in retreat here for a hundred years, but he has not been able to take this step for a long time, and the anxiety in his heart can be known.

On this day, in the clouds and mist above the Red Blood Pavilion, Murong Xianxian's figure appeared, and she looked around, and her face showed a solemn ...... If the news is correct, the Mahayana elder of the Red Blood Pavilion is living in seclusion here.

In the Blood Spirit Hall, Xue Wu, who was meditating, opened his eyes suddenly, revealing a trace of light in his eyes, and looked up at the outside of the hall.

"Shallots are harmless!"

In the square outside the main hall, a fog gradually dissipated, revealing an illusory figure...... This figure flew towards the main hall like a wind, and as the distance narrowed, her figure gradually became clearer.

It was Murong Xianxian.

At this moment, Murong Xian Xian's face was solemn, his eyes were like ancient water, and he looked at the Blood Spirit Hall calmly...... Xue Wuwu was looking at her with a shocked expression, wondering how she could have appeared in the central place of the Red Blood Pavilion.

Xue Wuwu also saw Murong Xianxian's face clearly, his gaze shrank suddenly, and after a while, he asked gloomily: "You are the Murong Xianxian who single-handedly subverted the Songshan faction and injured my disciple Wei Chuanlin?"

He looked as usual on the surface, but in his heart he couldn't hide his shock, he never thought that Murong Xianxian would come to the door in person...... The Red Blood Pavilion had its own unique intelligence collection work, and he had already reported to the Pavilion Master and the elders before Wei Chuanlin came back, but he didn't expect Murong Xianxian to come so quickly and appear directly on the Weeping Blood Cliff.

At this moment, three bodies shot into the main hall in a daze, falling between Xue Wuwu and Murong Xianxian, revealing three monks who were not young, two men and one woman.

"Bold, dare to break into my Red Blood Pavilion Blood Spirit Hall!" one of the male monks shouted angrily.

"Murong Xian Xian!" the female monk stared at Murong Xian with a cold gaze.

Murong Xianxian's expression was cold, and he stepped forward.

Bang!

It's like a heavy drumstick hitting a huge drumstick...... Her figure flashed, and she was as fast as lightning and went straight to the sage.

"Stay!"

The three monks shouted at the same time, and the magic weapon divine power stopped in front of Murong Xianxian's body.

Murong Xianxian's eyes showed a cold glow, and he raised his hand slightly, and then appeared in front of an old man, and with a wave of his right fist, it landed directly on the person's chest. The old man's chest was deeply concave, spurting blood, and his body was thrown away like a meteor, and he died of anger, and even his primordial spirit was too late to leave his body under this blow, and was shattered alive.

A monk in the late stage of refining the gods will die with one blow!

The other two stopped in shock.

Murong Xianxian didn't look at the remaining two, stepped forward again, and walked towards Xue harmlessly. RS