After Linqingguan lifted the siege, in just half a day, Zhang Yan received the news that more than 100 demon cultivators had been wiped out, and none of them had escaped, which could be regarded as the biggest loss of the Demon Sect in more than 100 years since the sword fight.

To his surprise, the letter mentioned that the three of them had also accidentally discovered a place where the turbid yin aura gathered, and they had gone to investigate it to see if they could break it up.

He nodded slightly, and if he were there, he would do the same.

For tens of thousands of years, there are not many demon sects that have been destroyed by the Xuanmen, but among the demon sects, in addition to the six major sects, there are still many small sects in the world, and many of them are not without good inheritance, but only lack a spiritual blessed land.

If this crypt hadn't been eliminated, it would still attract countless Demon Sects.

However, due to the different terrain, the crypt spirit cave is also different, if it is an ordinary place where yin qi accumulates, it is easy to deal with, if it is hidden deep underground, straight to the deep cave of the abyss, then it is not the Yuan Infant Monk can deal with it.

He put the letter aside, his gaze suddenly became a little darker, this time he directly used the Yuanying monk to fight, especially Peng Yuzhou and other triple realm monks came forward, if he sent a battle post to the six demon sects, it would be up to him to see how he took it.

But no matter what, there is one thing that needs to be guarded against, since the other generation is in Linqing Guan Yu, if there is a move, it is very likely that he will try to find face in that place, and he doesn't have to recruit these three people back immediately, but he can wait there for a while.

After the altar of Zhaoyou Tianchi is erected, he can order Xu Jing to go to this temple and rearrange the large array of mountain gates that are mostly damaged.

Blood Spirit Sect. Kochuntai.

Under the crypt of thousands of zhang, there is a spacious stone platform carved out from the mountain, here the bright pearl, the brilliance is magnificent, the warm breeze is melting, the flowers are fresh, on the green vine old roots that are coiled for several miles on both sides, there are thousands of fresh birds and birds, each pecking feathers, crying endlessly.

Three miles past the left side of the platform. It's a sloping area. Further away, there is a hazy lake and sea, under the reflection of pearls, the light and shadow are blurred. Colorful. There are hundreds of boats on the lake. The people who took the boat were all female disciples in the door, wearing plain clothes and light yarns, and wearing rain hats. It looks like they are all slender, delicate and charming.

The people here, there are disciples of the Blood Spirit Sect, and there are also disciples of the sect attached to them, and there are thousands of people on the stage alone, and they are talking about it at this time, as if they are arguing about one thing.

One of the high-crowned disciples with wide sleeves held up a letter and said hatefully: "This defeat, especially the disciples of my Blood Spirit Sect suffered the heaviest losses, and there was also an elder in the pool who died in this battle, that Zhang Yan is really hateful. ”

The person sitting next to him had a calm face, and said: "So what? Zhang Yan was the first in sword fighting more than a hundred years ago, and the geniuses such as Gao Shibo were killed by him. ”

Wu Daoren was refuted by this, and some of them came down from the stage, but they had nothing to say.

Although many Demon Sect monks are aware of the Demon Tribulation, the Xuanmen will definitely be suppressed, but in fact, it has been pressed on the top for thousands of years, and the fear in their hearts is not something that can be wiped out in just over a hundred years.

Most of the people here are disciples of Mingqi Xuanguang, and their cultivation is the highest and is only them, these Huadan monks, and Zhang Yan, who is the first of the top ten disciples of the Mingcang faction, said that they can't do it, and even their own teachers may not have this ability.

Wu Daoren looked in one direction at this time and said, "Han Ji, I heard that you were originally a disciple of the Han family, one of the five major clans of Mingcang, but you don't know how to evaluate Zhang Yan?"

All the disciples looked at it together, and even the female disciples in the lake and sea also saw that there was a young monk sitting in the crowd, wearing a tie on his head, wearing a deep coat on his right side, wide clothes with large sleeves, and a large belt around his waist, sitting cross-legged on the futon, his expression was leisurely and free, his eyebrows were blue, but his body was a little thin, which was very impressive.

He stood up in front of everyone's gaze and arched his hand: "Although the younger brother and Zhang Zhenren met back then, they did not have a deep relationship, and they were not familiar with their character, so they had no way to comment. ”

Wu Daodao: "Let's hear it." ”

Everyone also showed curiosity.

Han Ji looked around and said in a deep voice: "The younger brother has a life span of two hundred and eighty-six, and he can cultivate the double of the Dan, and Zhang Zhenren is not as old as me. ”

With that, he shook his face and sat down.

The audience became silent, although the people present had already heard about this matter, but they subconsciously ignored it on weekdays, and when they heard Han Ji talk about it at this moment, everyone was shocked.

Dan into a product, a hundred years into a baby, less than three hundred years to cultivate to the Yuan Infant Triple Realm, such a person, their talent has been beyond words to measure, just like the bright moon in the sky, out of reach, some disciples murmured: "Among my generation, can there really be someone who can beat this person?"

A few disciples clenched their fists tightly, and some even felt like a boulder in their chests, and some couldn't breathe.

Wu Daoren didn't look right, and suddenly daxiao, after attracting everyone's attention, he pointed at a few people, and said: "Look at you waiting for this soulless appearance, in vain as a disciple of my Blood Spirit Sect, now that my luck is in me, the rise of my Spirit Gate is the general trend, no one can stop it, no matter how strong this Zhang Yan is, there is only one person, what can it do?"

Hearing this, many of the disciples below finally regained some of their faces.

Wu Daoren took advantage of the situation and said: "My Blood Spirit Sect monk can't die in vain, although it is not yet possible to destroy such a giant sect as Mingcang, but the little Linqingguan is still not in his eyes, please send an elder from the door to kill Qingniu Mountain, completely eradicate it, and comfort the soul of the same sect!"

There were a lot of echoes at the bottom, but Han Ji stood up again and said loudly: "No!"

Senior Brother Wu's face was displeased, he snorted, and said, "Why not? Senior Brother Han, don't you still have a heart for Mingcang?"

Suddenly, there were a lot of unkind eyes staring at Han Ji, as if they wanted to peel off a layer of skin from him, but he turned a blind eye, and when he was about to speak, someone suddenly exclaimed, "The real person is here." ”

All the disciples present looked awe-inspired, and immediately sat upright, not daring to say anything more.

Han Ji also hurriedly closed his voice and knelt down.

However, after a few breaths, a Changhui rainbow light poured down like a waterfall, with a crisp sound, constantly pouring on the jade platform, dripping and breaking jade collided with countless wonderful music, scattered in all directions, crystal beads fell, and rested for a long time.

Then the light was close, and a young Taoist appeared on top of the lonely stalagmite. His complexion is white and greasy, like beautiful jade, without any flaws, his eyes are as clear as a child, and the corners of his lips are slightly smiling, which is very beautiful and pleasing to the eye, but everyone is cautious, and they say in unison: "Disciple greets Wen Zhenren." Then they bowed down and bowed.

This person is Wen Qingxiang, the master of the Blood Spirit Sect, one of the four cave innocence people in the sect, he smiled lightly and said: "I just heard you talk about that Zhang Yan, this person is the leader of the Mingcang Sect, but unfortunately, I can't find such a person in the Blood Spirit Sect now." ”

His words were full of regret and amazement, and when the disciples heard it, they were immediately unconvinced, but the other party was a real person, and no one dared to refute it.

Wen Qingxiang looked at Han Ji and said with a smile: "Because of me, you haven't finished your words, you might as well keep talking, I also want to hear your reasoning." ”

Han Ji said yes, he straightened up, and said calmly: "In my Mingcang faction, most of the people who can ascend to the top ten seats are the descendants of Dongtian Zhenren, but Zhang Yan is an outlier, he is not deeply rooted in the door, and he is bound to seek war everywhere to consolidate his position, if we take revenge and go back, it is exactly what this person wants." ”

Some people were not angry: "Why don't you just ignore it?"

Han Ji shook his head and said: "No, my generation of cultivators, how can success or failure be temporary? Why bother with the current gains and losses, after the cultivation is successful, it is not too late to find it back, and then Zhang Yan is this person, looking at the past actions, he is not a reckless person, since he dares to do this, he should also deal with it after the judgment, if I jump out in a hurry, wouldn't it be in the hands of this person?"

Wen Qingxiang did not hesitate to praise and said, "That's a good point." ”

In fact, this matter is not so complicated, Xuanmen dispatched the Yuanying Triple Monk, so to confront it, it is at least a monk with the same cultivation, but anyone who has reached such a realm is a person who is expected to achieve the Cave Heaven, but this cannot be easily broken.

Zhang Yan did not hide his purpose, he could see at a glance with Wen Qingxiang that this was his advantage that Xuanmen was still powerful, and he pushed it over with a dignified method, and it depended on whether he dared to accept it now.

Their Demon Sect has been suppressed for thousands of years, and the background is not as deep as that of the Xuanmen monks, and it is obviously impossible to send out the Triple Realm monks to fight for this trivial matter that does not involve fundamental interests, and no one in the six major sects will do so.

But this retreat has brought a bad result, and now walking around the demon cultivators will definitely have a sense of fear because of this, and most of their actions will become more restrained, at least for a short time, they will no longer be as careless as before.

This is a conspiracy, whether this game is taken or not, the Demon Sect is the loser.

However, although it is a fact that the Demon Sect is not as good as the Xuanmen at the moment, these words must not be said to the side sect and those junior disciples, otherwise the spirit that has been accumulated for more than a hundred years will be suppressed again.

However, Han Ji's remarks are an excellent interpretation, very much in line with his wishes, and it sounds like a good reason, the key is that he is still a disciple of the Han clan in Mingcang, which is more convincing, and can be used to appease the below, so he said: "Han Ji, you come to my cave at noon tomorrow." ”

The same people here all cast envy, but more of them were jealous and hateful.

At a height of 100 zhang on the stone platform, there is a hollow cave, but another Wen Qingxiang is sitting here, and the person sitting opposite him is exactly the same as him, the two of them seem to be looking at each other in the mirror, and they are playing there at the moment.

The former said with a smile: "If you say so, you can't help but attract the envy of your fellow disciples for that Han Ji, and if you leave this Guchun Terrace, you may not be able to save your life." ”

And the one on the other side said indifferently: "That's right, and see how he copes, if he can really enter the cave at noon tomorrow, why don't I give him a chance." ”

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...... (To be continued......)