"It's you, it's really you, it's you who killed my grandson. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Net"

A terrible voice came from among the monks of the three sects of the state.

Lin Xuan felt the change in his eyebrows, and immediately turned around and looked at the direction of the voice.

An old man wearing a robe of Tianheng Academy, a terrible cry came out of his mouth, and at this moment, this old man looked hideous, his eyes showed evil light, looked at Lin Xuan, and pointed at Lin Xuan, "It's you, you are the murderer who killed my grandson more than fifty years ago, you are a monk from Youzhou, the monk who participated in the Three Peaks Trial of the Illusion Realm back then, why are you still alive?"

At this moment, Lin Xuan felt the change between his eyebrows, and snorted coldly, "Heavenly Eye, open"

Boom, between the eyebrows, the third eye suddenly opened, a golden light, in an instant, broke through the black rune, the trace of black smoke came out, and the old man was a mouthful of blood splattered out, and his body suddenly paused, but he still looked at Lin Xuan in horror, "That's right, it's my grandson's blood curse, it can't be wrong, it's you, it's you, it's you." ”

As if he was in a state of madness, the old man was helped up by the monk beside him, and hurriedly asked what was the situation.

And at this moment, Lin Xuan looked at the wisp of green smoke drifting away, and then recalled the words that the old man had just said, and suddenly remembered one thing, yes, when he was in the Three Peaks of the Illusion Realm Trial, he entered the swampy land, where he encountered the Black Cloud Python, and then he was put on top by two disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, wanting to kill him and seize the treasure, and was finally killed by him, the monk surnamed Wu finally used the art of blood sacrifice, I don't know what curse he put in his body, he once probed his body many times, but there was no such abnormality, that is, he gradually let down his guard, and the other monk surnamed Qian contributed a book of sword exercises, that is, the spiritual power doppelganger technique that is being performed now, although the monk surnamed Qian does not know the origin, but this overlord sword path is an extremely mysterious exercise, and there is no too strong kendo technique itself, but the way of cultivating the doppelganger is contained in it, Lin Xuan once boldly guessed, maybe the true essence of this hegemony sword is the way of spiritual power clone cultivation, that tyrant kendo is probably a disguise, and it is very likely that the predecessors deliberately mixed this exercise with the kendo of this tyrant kendo exercises.

Now he didn't expect that the Blood Curse, which had been hidden for more than fifty years, would explode at this moment, and that old man was obviously the elder of the martial cultivator who was killed by himself.

"Senior Brother Wu, Senior Brother Wu, what are you talking about, he is a monk in Youzhou, how is it possible, there was no Yuanying monk in Youzhou back then. The disciples of Tianheng Academy on the side were full of doubt in their expressions.

"It's not wrong, between the eyebrows of the person just now, it was a trace of curse formed by the condensation of resentment and essence blood when my grandson died, if it can't touch me, it will naturally not manifest, and there will be no harm to the body, but once it touches the blood relatives of the spellcaster, this curse will slowly condense. As soon as I used the secret technique to investigate just now, the curse manifested, and he was the person who was sent by Youzhou to enter the trial of the three peaks of the illusion realm more than fifty years ago. ”

"It's nonsense, back then, in the Youzhou Cultivation Realm, there was only one monk in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, Lin Daoyou's strength is comparable to that of a great monk, you say he was the original disciple?"

It was a Yuanying Great Monk of the Iron Sword Sect who spoke, looking at the old man of Heng Academy that day, his eyes were gloomy.

Lin Xuan came with them all the way, although he knew that he had joined the sect halfway, but this Lin monk was extremely strong, and now he was also the elder of the sect, the sworn brother of the Iron Sect Master, how could outsiders slander him.

Lin Xuan's figure flashed, and he slowly came to the side of the old man of the Iron Sword Gate, "Great Elder, don't be angry, what this person said is true, I am a monk from Youzhou, and I am also one of the disciples who entered the place of trial during the Three Peaks Trial of the Illusion Realm back then, my real name is Lin Xuan." ”

There is no need to hide it, he already has the confidence to face all coveting, he is Lin Xuan, a disciple of the Qi refining period back then, and now Lin Xuan, the elder of the Iron Sword Sect, who is comparable to a great cultivator.

For a while, there was an uproar in the entire square.

What? More than fifty years ago, he entered the Three Peaks Trial of the Illusion Realm? Isn't it that the disciples of Youzhou naturally don't know the place of the trial, and what realm of monks are needed to enter, but this Tianheng Academy, the Mixed Yuan Sect, and the Taiyi Sect are all joined by the monks of the other five sects, and naturally they know very well about the Three Peaks Trial of the Illusion Realm, especially the Three Peaks Trial of the Illusion Realm, because the seal outside the Three Peaks is not stable, and those who entered it at that time are all Qi Refining Period monks, that is to say, the person in front of him was a Qi Refining Stage monk more than fifty years ago? How did he cultivate, could it be that Lin Xuan, who was standing in front of everyone's eyes at this moment, was not the Qi Refining Stage cultivator back then, but the physical body that a strong man had taken away? This is the most reasonable explanation.

Lin Xuan's figure stepped forward, "|Are you the grandfather of the monk surnamed Wu at the beginning?"

At this moment, the old man of Tianheng Academy was obviously conscious, he looked at Lin Xuan, feeling the powerful spiritual power, and his heart was already terrified.

"No, that's right. ”

"Back then, he and another monk joined forces to kill me and seize the treasure, hmph, I was killed on the spot, killing people and taking the treasure, you have to have the consciousness of being killed, are you right?"

Lin Xuan looked at this monk, this old man's face was gloomy, but there was a trace of panic in his eyes.

"Lin Xuan, what do you want to do to my disciples?" Tian Qingzi's figure flashed and intercepted in front of Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan smiled lightly, "I, then I want to ask you, a disciple, what do you want to do to me?"

That day, the old Taoist of Heng Academy, looking at Lin Xuan, showed a trace of jealousy, heard Lin Xuan speak at this moment, and looked at himself, and said hesitantly, "He himself chose to kill people and seize treasures, so he must have the consciousness of being killed." ”

Lin Xuan sighed lightly, didn't say anything, and slowly walked back, he knew that this old man was afraid of his strength, sure enough, in the cultivation realm, strength is respected, if his strength is not as good as this old man, or even inferior to Tianqingzi, or this old Taoist will not say such a thing, but he naturally does not care at all, the murderer, people will always kill him, and he himself must have the consciousness of being killed.

For a while, in the entire square, many monks looked at Lin Xuan, all with a hint of amazement, what kind of treasure did this person get, he cultivated so fast, and some people had malicious guesses, if a powerful monk came, I am afraid that this surnamed Lin would not be able to jump up, he cultivated so quickly, there must be a heavy treasure, and when the time comes, it will definitely be coveted and snatched away.

Time is slowly passing, the escape of the heavenly dragon is naturally extremely fast, the ice spirit and the hazy moon two, within half a day came to the Tianheng Academy, at this moment, the two saw the Jingyue Peak, the ethereal peak is still the same, among the sects, there is still the sound of bells, and the heart hanging by the hazy moon is finally landed, as long as the disciples of the sect are fine.