Fang Xishi's unexpected death was like a nightmare hanging over the entire Cangbei Immortal Garden, and from time to time, black and oppressive dark clouds gathered in the sky, making people almost breathless. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Soon, the representatives of all the factions present knew the news. Among these people, there are many friends and friends of Fang Xishi when he was alive, and these people can only mourn his misfortune.

But not everyone thought so, at least the three Venerables from the Heavenly Curtain Mansion looked much calmer than ordinary people. They are more concerned about the identity of the killer than about how tomorrow's conference will be conducted.

Guo Shi, Zhong Lu Dazun and Storm Zhongzun, the three of them sat in the room, with freshly brewed tea on the table, the fragrance of tea was overflowing, refreshing.

"Venerable Guo, what do you think?" said Zhong Lu Dazun first.

"Being able to quietly kill Fang Xishi, this person's cultivation is probably already in the immortal class. ”

"Oh, do you think it's the immortals? But in the past few hundred years, the human world has withered, and there have been no immortals for a long time. Storm Zhongzun added.

"However, the fact that it has not appeared recently does not mean that there are no immortals in the world. You forgot what happened in the canopy?"

As soon as they thought of the unbearable past, the faces of the three of them became extremely difficult to look at. Especially Zhong Lu Dazun, as the leader of the Twelve Venerables and the first person of one of the Heaven and Earth Twin Venerables, he didn't even have the qualifications to intervene in that great war. After all, it was a war between immortals and fierce beasts, and ordinary people like them could only suffer death.

"So, this time it was the participants in that battle as well?" said Tempest Zhongzun continued.

Guo Shi nodded and said, "Nine times out of ten." ”

"But why did they attack a man who usually behaved in a very low-key manner? Could it be that there was something hidden in this that we didn't know? Or did they just strangle him for a momentary pleasure?"

Speaking of which, Storm Zhongzun himself had to feel a strong chill, mixed with a strong dangerous aura. The murderer's purpose is clear, fortunately, if he just kills innocents indiscriminately, then everyone in Cangbei Xianyuan at the scene will be worried about their lives. Perhaps, the man is now on his way to his prey.

"Knock knock!"

Before his thoughts were calm, a gentle knock on the door came into the room from outside, probably because the conversation just now was too engrossed, and Storm Zhongzun was so startled that he jumped up directly from the chair, and said angrily: "Who is it!"

Strangely, there was no response from outside the door, and the three of them looked at the door together, but found no one to be found. Guo Shi was still bold, only to see him take three steps and make two steps, and suddenly opened the door. Sure enough, there was no one outside. But what caught his attention was that there was a carefully folded note on the ground.

The note was folded into the shape of a concentric knot, and Sun Changkong felt a little strange when he looked at it, so he said while walking back: "Look!"

Zhong Lu Dazun took the delicate note, and immediately sniffed it with his nose, and the hidden ink aroma in the paper immediately rushed into his body.

"The ink hasn't dried, and it looks like the note has just been written. ”

At this time, the Wind Zhongzun on the side couldn't wait to say, "Quick, look for it." Perhaps, there is a big secret in this. ”

The three of them glanced at each other, and Zhong Lu Dazun immediately opened the note in his hand slowly, and when the paper was fully unfolded, the content on it made them feel like thunder.

"Let's go!"

There are only these two simple calligraphy characters on the paper, and judging from the strokes of the characters, the letter writer must have been an elder with a high level of cultural attainment. However, judging from the scattered arrangement, the letter was written in such a hurry that there was not even time to stop and choose to start writing. When Storm Zhongzun and Guo Shi were still immersed in inexplicable fear, Zhong Lu Dazun had already taken the lead in standing up and roared in a low voice: "Let's go!"

The three of them got up and were about to run out of the door, but at this time, a figure suddenly appeared in front of them, and in the vague loudness, the smile on the person's face looked very hideous.

"How could it be you!" Guo Shi exclaimed.

Immediately, the room fell into a deathly silence.

Now that Fang Xishi is dead, it is even more unknown where Sun Changkong should go to find the Tianshan Snow Lotus. But right now, the death of the head of the house is obviously greater than everything, in the crying compound, Sun Changkong suddenly looked back, and he saw a familiar person.

Standing on the edge of the gate was Shen Wanqiu, although Sun Changkong was far away from him, he could still feel a strong sadness from the other party's body.

After all, he was Fang Xishi's most proud protégé, and he once regarded him as his second father. But that kind of good memories have become the heaviest sore spot in his heart at this moment. He didn't cry, but his dejected appearance was more sympathetic than any other action. Like a child, he leaned against the door with his hands behind his back, his head hanging over his chest, and his eyes had no sparkle.

Maybe it's a silent cry!

I don't know if it was a ghost or an intentional one, Sun Changkong walked in front of this senior brother and comforted him softly: "This brother, please mourn." ”

At this time, the clouds in the sky had already fallen with goose feathers, and the palm-sized snow flakes fell on the two of them, but the bones immediately melted.

"Who are you?" Shen Wanqiu said coldly.

Sun Changkong thought about it for a moment and replied, "Oh, I'm just a passer-by, and I heard that something big happened here, so I came here to take a look." ”

Shen Wanqiu said in a low voice: "Let's go! We Cangbei Immortal Garden don't need the sympathy of you outsiders. ”

Sun Changkong said: "But, don't you want to find out the identity of the murderer?"

A sneer appeared on Shen Wan's cold face: "Murderer, hehe, aren't you afraid of death? Even your master has encountered accidents, who do you think can be his opponent in the Immortal Garden!"

Sun Changkong said categorically: "That can't let the murderer go unpunished! Even if he dies, he must avenge the head of Fang." ”

The voice was like a sword, piercing into Shen Wanqiu's heart. The latter Huo Ran raised his head: "Who are you, why do I feel that you are so familiar." ”

Sun Changkong's face changed, and then he said: "Hehe, maybe I'm too ordinary! Maybe you're confusing me with someone you know." ”

Shen Wanqiu looked at the face carefully, he was sure that he had never seen the other party. But the words just now made him feel a bearing that he hadn't seen for a long time, who is this person?

"Could it be that you want to help our Xianyuan track down the murderer?" Shen Wanqiu said.

"If it weren't for something, I would definitely do my best to help. Sun Changkong still said firmly.

"Not afraid of death?"

"Don't be afraid. Sun Changkong's answer was so calm, as if everything was as it should be. Shen Wanqiu looked at the young man in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration in his heart. If it had been him, he might have avoided it far away.

"I understand your kindness on behalf of Xianyuan, but the enemy we are facing now, his strength is beyond your imagination. Mingzhe protects himself, you better go down the mountain quickly!"

Shen Wanqiu was just about to ask Sun Changkong to leave, but a disciple outside ran over in a panic and shouted loudly: "Oh no, no, the three Venerables of the Heavenly Curtain Venerable Mansion have an accident!"

When people shifted their attention from Fang Xishi's death to an inconspicuous guest room, the three Venerable Beings, including Guo Shi, were already lying on the ground, their blood already cold.

The murderer acted again, and this time he took the lives of three masters of the Dao. It is no exaggeration to say that none of the cultivation and strength of the three Venerables are under the time of pity. But even so, they still had no choice, but they died extremely miserable, which was really unbearable to look at.

The two murders, who hit the hardest, it was of course Shen Wanqiu.

One is his mentor, and the other is his maternal uncle, and the loss of two close relatives overnight is really a huge blow to a young man who is only twenty-five or sixteen. He sat on the threshold, staring blankly at the dead bodies on the ground. Out of respect for the deceased, the disciple had covered the body with a white cloth. But the blood stains on it still soaked the white cloth, blooming into blood-colored flowers.

In fact, when the first person found out that something had happened, the three Venerable Ones were still alive. It's just that the injuries on their bodies are too severe and the blood doesn't stop flowing, so they will die of blood. There's nothing more terrifying than waiting to die, whether you're a giant or a ruffian. One can imagine what kind of mental torture the three Venerables experienced before they died. As soon as he thought of this, Shen Wanqiu clenched his fists, his nails embedded in his skin, and blood flowed out of his body through the wounds, and he lost the ground from time to time. He thought that he was already fearless, and even looking at the entire Ascension Continent, he also had a place. With his strength, he is enough to establish a new force. And this force will also continue to grow in the years to come, and then become the overlord of the same name as Cangbei Xianyuan.

However, this naïve idea was completely shattered on this ordinary night. Compared to death, his strength was so small that he didn't even have a chance to struggle. Watching his loved ones die in front of him one after another, he felt that this feeling was dozens of times more painful than letting himself die in person. It was also the first time he was so hungry for power. He has to attain supreme cultivation, as long as he is able to protect the people around him.

Suddenly, Shen Wanqiu seemed to think of something, he stood up, turned around and returned to his room. He leaned down and struggled to find a wooden box from the bottom of the bookshelf. The moment the wooden box was opened, a distant breath of the three immediately emanated from it and poured into Shen's nasal cavity.

"Forgive the child, but that's all I can do. ”

By the light of the moon, I saw the outline of a scroll in the wooden box, on which were written two simple words: renunciation.