They couldn't hold it anymore, and flew towards the Wannian Palace together, and the bells were still ringing along the way, ringing again and again, the sound was like thunder, knocking on everyone's hearts, crying and complaining, leading to the gloom of the day.

The bell had struck thirty times, and a desolate aura permeated from the top of the mountain, and even those who did not know the meaning of the bell would feel inexplicably sad when they heard it, let alone know its meaning, and each bell rang like a knife to their hearts.

When he flew to the square of the main hall, he saw the door of the hall open, and a man wearing a silver star satin robe with a sad and angry face was using his hand as a mallet, and struck the big bell again and again, and with each time he struck, a star disappeared from the bell.

"Palm!" everyone saw and blurted out at the same time.

At this time, they saw that there was still a group of people kneeling in the square, and it was Yan Beiqiu and others.

It's just that the more than 100 people who went out at the beginning are now only more than 10 left.

Why is there even one less earth immortal?

Could it be ......

Everyone's eyes went dark.

"Beiqiu, what the hell is going on?What about the others?Why are only a few of you coming back?" a true immortal rushed up and yelled.

Yan Beiqiu, who has always been cunning as a fox, just sobbed.

Seeing her appearance, as well as the incessant sound of the bell, everyone was completely cold.

The bell is still ringing, and its sound is becoming more and more tragic. It has never been such a hearty earthquake since its inception, and it is only today that it finally has the opportunity to exert its power. In that mournful cry, Rao is the body of an immortal, with extraordinary ambitions, also felt unable to control himself, and finally knelt down in front of the steps one by one, crying loudly.

The sound of sorrow became more and more powerful in the grief of this group of immortals, and when the bell rang a hundred times, the loud bell had already resounded throughout the Tianlu Divine Continent, as if everyone had heard the sorrow from the sky.

The bell rang until one hundred and four strikes, and finally stopped, and with the last bell, a moon representing the earth fairy also dimmed.

The world finally felt the boundless power of the Falling Star Bell, and under the influence of this bell, everything fell into great grief, as if the trees, mud and stones wept for it.

A large number of disciples knelt down in the square, true immortals, earth immortals, and purple mansions, and they no longer separated each other, regardless of their image, and everyone hugged their heads and cried together.

On the contrary, it was the Supreme Sect Master, ignoring the power of the Falling Star Bell, and after striking one hundred and four bells, he turned around and walked towards the hall.

Coming to the depths of the main hall, the palm sect knelt down with a thud and said in a long voice: "Xinglan is incompetent, kill the pillars of the door, please punish the patriarch!"

A sigh followed: "I already know what happened, can I find out who did it?"

Yan Beiqiu grabbed the ground with her head: "The disciple is useless!"

The implication is that I haven't found out.

"Can you bring back the corpse?"

"There was only one. Yan Beiqiu said that he had taken out a corpse, which was one of the corpses used by Tang Zheng to blame the disaster that day, but it was collected by Yan Beiqiu and sealed with a secret method to prevent it from returning to the ruins.

I saw a fairy wind in the hall coming, blowing on the corpse, and saw that two rays of light shot out of the corpse's eyes, and it fell into the air to form a picture, in which Tang Zai raised his knife and fell, which was the last scene that the deceased saw before his death.

"Is it him?" Seeing that it was Tang Zheng, Yan Beiqiu's whole body trembled.

For this person, she naturally will not forget.

"Do you know the origin of this person's name?" asked Xinglan Zhang.

Another person next to him had already replied: "This person's name is Hong Qianli, his cultivation is out of his body period, and he doesn't know the sect, so he looks like a loose cultivator." ”

"Sanxiu, how dare Sanxiu attack my Star Luomen? How can he kill hundreds of elites sent by me? There must be a mastermind behind this matter!" The old and magnificent voice in the big end had already arrived.

Xinglan immediately said, "Shizun may go back further?"

The magnificent voice sighed: "No, this matter has happened for too long, the primordial spirit is already gone, the fairy spirit is scattered, and it is the limit to be able to extract this last glance." However, since he has a appearance and name, no matter where this person goes, he will not want to escape the Yantian God. ”

"Yantian God Count?" Xinglan was shocked in his heart: "Shizun is talking about that senior?"

The voice of the old man in the main hall had already said: "Aren't there a lot of people from Qi Tianzong who have also died? If you don't have a clue at all, even if you have a Yantian God, it's useless. They need our news, and we need theirs. Go, go to Qi Tianzong with the news, and they will tell us where this Hongqianli is. ”

"Please punish the master!" In a hut in the back mountain of Qi Tianzong, Jun Baimei knelt on a futon, trembling, and crying sadly.

Surprisingly, the person who sat cross-legged in front of him was a boy who looked no more than seven or eight years old.

The little boy waved his hand, making Jun Bai's eyebrows rise, and let out an old sigh: "That's it, they deserve this calamity." This time to go to the royal court, I once taught a hexagram, called the great evil, if you can turn evil into good fortune, you will be able to win the luck of heaven and earth. But they don't have this fate after all. ”

"Heaven and earth luck?" Jun Baimei was shocked: "Could it be that the person who killed them is the one favored by fate?"

The boy nodded slowly: "If it weren't for that, how could I kill so many people in Qi Tianzong, even I couldn't track him down." ”

"That ......"

"Don't worry, don't worry. Xiao Tong waved his hand: "The clues will naturally come, jump out of the way of fate, and there are many ways to catch the thief and take the murderer, at least my old friend has a good hand in this regard." ”

Jun Baimei's heart shook again: "What does Master mean to mean that adult, but will he be willing?"

"He will be willing, even if he doesn't need to calculate the heavens, and he doesn't deduce fate, I know that he will definitely come. The little boy paused suddenly as he spoke, and looked into the distance: "More anxious than I thought, he has already come." ”

After a while, I saw several figures flying towards here, the first one was a blue-robed robe, with a big rooster painted on his chest, seeing that Xiu Wei was an earth immortal, and came to the grass house to bow down: "Come in the name of the great god of the contemptible faction, the little Mu Si has seen the immortal immortal." ”

The little boy nodded slightly, and said, "Can you bring what I want?"

"Hui Xian Weng, has been brought. Mu Siming raised his hands high, and a little image bloomed in his palm, which was the image of Tang Zheng.

"This person's name is thousands of miles, out-of-body cultivator, it is he who participated in the massacre of our cultivators, and other circumstances are not detailed for the time being. ”

Unexpectedly, the little boy's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw it: "The power of fate is entangled, and the luck of heaven and earth loves one body...... With him, that's enough!"

said that he had thrown an object, but it was a yin and yang gossip mirror, and he flew into the air and collected it, and the image was collected in the mirror, and the words "Hong Qianli" appeared next to it.

The image continued to rise in the mirror, and below was a magnificent mountain and river gradually revealed, faintly the scene of the Flood Continent. Then, after Tang Zheng's image spun around in the air, it was thrown towards one of them.

"Found it!" Mu Siming said in surprise.

But I saw a vast area in the mirror, and there was no end in sight.

"How can it be so large-scale?" Mu Si was stunned.

The Yantian Mirror is the Dao of Destiny, the fate of the world, as long as there is specific information, everything in the mirror is known. But now what appears in the mirror is an area, which is rare.

Even the immortal was stunned, and then Fang said: "Maybe it has something to do with the power of fate in his body, if it is closer, it may be clearer." ”

He didn't know that Hong Qianli was a pseudonym, and if the conditions were wrong, it would naturally be difficult to locate accurately. It is necessary to know that there are often people with the same name and surname or similar looks, but there are almost no people with the same name and the same look. Therefore, the estimation of the Celestial Mirror requires such basic conditions, and the more detailed the better. If the foundation is wrong, it is naturally difficult to be accurate.

If it was usual, then the immortal would definitely notice the problem. But first, Qi Tianzong had not made such a low-level mistake in the past few thousand years, and he was mentally unprepared. Second, it happened that Tang Zheng was a person entangled in fate. The way of fate is mysterious and unpredictable, and the ability is ever-changing, and it is not surprising that there is this kind of concealment of one's own heavenly chances, so other possibilities are ignored.

After thinking about it, the immortal said: "Bai Mei, you made a big mistake. As a result, the elites of our faction have suffered heavy losses, and you are now punished for immediately going to the Heart Stream, and you will be sentenced to five hundred years in prison. ”

Jun Baimei replied in a trembling voice: "Yes!"

The Immortal Weng had already said again: "Liufeng, you hold the Heavenly Mirror and go with them to catch this kid named Hong Qianli." ”

"The disciple obeyed. A young man appeared out of nowhere, bowed to the immortal immortal, captured the Heavenly Mirror, and flew out.

"Yes!" Xinglan bowed deeply.

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