Li Chengkong pondered for a moment and nodded: "Can you find your master?"

"Elder Li is looking for Master?"

"I'm afraid it's a trap. ”

Li Hongsleeve hesitated: "If it's a trap, the master can recognize it, right?"

"If you care, it's chaotic, he cares too much about the safety of the sect leader, so he ......"

“...... Okay, I can find Master. ”

"Let's go. ”

"Elder Li, is there really a traitor in the imperial court in the main altar?"

Li Chengkong glanced at her.

Li Hong's eyebrows were slightly raised, and he sighed: "It seems that there is indeed a traitor." ”

Seeing the performance of her master Yang Qiuhui and Li Chengkong's current look, she can conclude that there are indeed traitors in the imperial court in the main altar.

It weighed her heart.

Li Chengkong smiled: "How can there be a sect without a traitor." ”

Li Hongsleeve sighed and nodded: "Then let's go find the master." ”

She was as light as a swallow, fluttering across the treetops and into the distance.

Li Chengkong followed.

The two of them went down the mountain peak, kept moving forward, and walked more than fifty miles, Li Chengkong found that he was no longer in the main altar.

He looked back and saw the peaks behind him undulating, and the peaks of the main altar were no different from the peaks around him.

It's just that the concentration of the aura has changed greatly, as if it has suddenly come from the extremely clean air to the dirty land.

He turned around and took two steps forward, feeling a strange power, and his steps shifted unconsciously, so he condensed, and the power disappeared at once, and he could continue to move forward.

He shook his head, this is a formation, and it is not a formation, it is really rough and tight.

I am afraid that it has not been broken for so many years, not because of the mysteriousness of the formation of the General Altar, but because the strength of the General Altar is strong enough.

He raised his eyebrows suddenly, and said in a deep voice: "Quick!"

He vanished in a flash.

Li Hongsleeve's eyes widened, but Li Chengkong's figure was no longer visible, and he was busy speeding up, sensing the master's breath.

When she arrived, she saw that the master and brother were lying motionless on the ground, and Li Chengkong was on the side, his face pale.

"Master!"

"Senior brother!"

She screamed and pounced.

Li Chengkong flicked his sleeves.

She was suddenly blocked and couldn't get closer, and glared at Li Chengkong.

Li Chengkong said angrily: "I'm not dead, I'm just seriously injured and unconscious." ”

"Master, how could he ......?"

"Someone plotted against me. Li Chengkong said angrily.

"Plotting?!" Li Hongsleeve was suddenly surprised.

Li Chengkong stepped forward and patted it twice.

Yang Qiuhui and Xu Qingquan opened their eyes slowly, then turned over and stood up violently, turning their heads to look over.

Li Chengkong snorted: "Look at it, it's already gone!"

"Sect Master, she ——!" Yang Qiuhui's face turned pale, and he frowned: "How could she?"

He never expected that it would be the sect leader who attacked him.

Li Chengkong said: "Exactly the same?"

"It's exactly the same!" Yang Qiuhui nodded with a gloomy face: "It should be the sect leader!"

Li Chengkong snorted: "What about the breath? The same is true for the breath?"

"This ......" Yang Qiuhui hesitated.

In retrospect, there seemed to be a slight difference.

Xu Qingquan said softly: "Master, it seems that the sect leader's aura is even stronger, isn't it?"

When I approached the Sect Master, I felt like several mountains were falling, and I was about to crush myself and breathless.

I've seen the sect leader once before, and I don't have such a strong momentum.

Yang Qiuhui said slowly: "It may be that the sect master's skills have greatly improved." ”

Li Chengkong said angrily: "As the Dharma King, the sect leader can't even recognize it?...... The aura is strong, that is a retrogression of cultivation, not a refinement of cultivation!"

If he released his breath, Xu Qingquan would directly pass out, and he had to restrain his breath to let him speak freely.

Yang Qiuhui frowned: "The sect leader has always been mysterious, and there are not many opportunities for us to meet, not to mention that the aura of the Qinglian Resident World Scripture on her body will not be wrong." ”

Today, there are only two people who can cultivate the Qinglian Residency Sutra, one is the sect leader, and the other is Li Chengkong.

Appearance can be confused by disguise surgery, dress up well, and with bone reduction, maybe you can be eight or nine phases.

This degree of similarity can already be concealed from most people, except for the intimate pillow person, who will hardly be able to see it.

But Qinglian's mind method of the Sutra of the World is not fake.

Li Chengkong's face changed slightly: "She practiced the Qinglian Residency Sutra?"

"Undoubtedly, it's Qinglian's Residency in the World!" Yang Qiuhui said in a deep voice: "I will never admit my mistake." ”

Li Cheng paced empty-handed.

"Could it really be the sect master?" Xu Qingquan hesitated and said, "Maybe the sect leader has lost his memory?"

"If you lose your memory, how can you send a secret letter?" Yang Qiuhui shook his head: "This secret letter is definitely written by the sect leader himself, and I recognize the sect leader's handwriting." ”

"Then what's going on?" Xu Qingquan said, "Master, this doesn't make sense, or maybe the sect leader has twin sisters?"

Yang Qiuhui snorted: "Since there are twin sisters, it is impossible for them to practice the Qinglian Resident Sutra at the same time, right?"

He looked at Li Chengkong: "Elder Li, what do you think is going on?"

Li Chengkong frowned and shook his head: "It's not the Qinglian Residency Sutra. ”

"Uh-huh——?"

"If it's really the Qinglian Residency Sutra, I must have a sense, but I don't have a sense, so it's not the real Qinglian Residency Sutra. ”

"Impossible! Impossible!" Yang Qiuhui hurriedly shook his head: "I will never admit my mistake, how can Qinglian Resident World Scripture admit my mistake!"

Li Chengkong's body was full of momentum.

Xu Qingquan suddenly weakened his knees and was about to kneel, but he was pulled by Yang Qiuhui so that he did not kneel.

"Is this the kind of breath?" Li Cheng said emptyly.

Xu Qingquan nodded busily.

Yang Qiuhui sensed carefully and thoughtfully.

Li Chengkong said: "Do you feel the difference?"

"It's the same. Yang Qiuhui slowly shook his head and said, "This should be the sect leader, not someone else!"

He then frowned and said, "Could it be that the sect leader treats me as a traitor?"

Li Chengkong immediately looked him up and down.

Yang Qiuhui hurriedly said: "How can I be a traitor!"

Li Chengkong said: "The four Dharma Kings, any one is possible, why is it impossible for you, Yang Fawang? Which one do you think is more likely?"

"Jun Xinian is the most likely!" Yang Qiuhui snorted: "It's a pity that I was killed by you, so it is possible that there is no traitor among our Dharma kings." ”

Li Chengkong smiled.

Yang Qiuhui frowned: "What the hell is going on, sect leader is ......?"

Li Chengkong shook his head: "By no means the sect leader. ”

"But ......," Yang Qiuhui said, "This breath can't be fake, I clearly recognize it." ”

"Maybe there's another miracle that can emulate this aura. Li Chengkong frowned and pondered.

Yang Qiuhui shook his head: "The Qinglian Sutra in the world is unique, and there is no similar atmosphere. ”

Li Chengkong didn't bother to care about him, still pondering.

He then said, "Huh, go!"

He picked up Yang Qiuhui and disappeared without a trace.

Li Hongsleeve and Xu Qingquan looked at each other, and they had to follow Yang Qiuhui's breath to trace the past.

When they caught up with Yang Qiuhui, they saw Yang Qiuhui sitting cross-legged behind King Chang Yunxian and Chang Fa to perform gong.

Changyun's string surface is coated with gold, and the breath is dying.

And Li Chengkong disappeared.

"Master?" Li Hongsleeve asked softly, "What about Elder Li?"

"Chasing the master. Yang Qiuhui said in a deep voice.

His face was as gloomy as a dark cloud.

"Or is it the sect leader's hand?" Li Hongsleeve asked softly.

Yang Qiuhui nodded slowly.

Xu Qingquan said silently: "Only a sect leader's cultivation can hurt King Changfa so easily, right?"

Yang Qiuhui snorted: "It's just a palm!"

He said that the woman couldn't do it if she wasn't the sect leader, and he didn't believe it, and there was only the sect leader in the world who had such miraculous feats and such cultivation.

Nor can counterfeiting be to such an extent.