UGB Chapter 1613 Destruction, Tracking!
Chapter 1613 Destruction, Tracking!
Just as Qingyang Zhenren was praying secretly...
the other side!
Outside the formation, the tall black-robed monk standing high in the sky had his brows furrowed in thought.
Even his eyes became colder and more ruthless.
If you pay attention to his eyes, you can find the green-robed figure reflected in the depths of his pupils, standing outside a canyon with flashing lightning...
That’s not hard to understand!
Obviously.
The little trick of Qingyang Zhenren was discovered by the mysterious evil cultivator who practiced advanced pupil techniques.
It would be strange if I wasn't angry.
at the same time.
The other five evil cultivators who were keeping an eye on all directions naturally noticed the subtle changes in their eldest brother's expression.
Seeing this, one of the evil cultivators subconsciously asked:
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Then several other mysterious evil cultivators began to ask questions.
"yes!
"Brother, has something happened?"
"Could it be that the Inspectors of the Six Nations are about to arrive?
Or let’s retreat first!
If we are caught by that Yuanying Zhenjun, then we..."
"What are you afraid of!
Isn't there still a big brother here?"
"good!
Moreover, before coming here, we had already determined that the Inspector should be in the sect.
Even if the Inspector got the latest news, even if he escaped at a very fast speed?
It cannot arrive in a short time.
So you can rest assured.”
"···"
Just as these mysterious evil cultivators began to speak...
The black-robed monk who seemed to be the leader glanced around with cold eyes.
next moment.
The scene fell silent instantly.
Then he said:
"Quiet!
I just discovered that old man Qingyang is actually making fun of me.
Therefore, there is no need to abide by the previous agreement of a quarter of an hour.
Start now and break this turtle shell."
"Old Qingyang is seeking death!
Brother, if he refuses to drink the toast, we don’t have to keep it.”
"good!
The old man Qingyang obviously wanted to delay time.
Obviously, he was reluctant to give the treasure to his elder brother.
It would be futile to continue waiting.
Therefore, I think we should use thundering means to wipe out Qingyang Palace in one fell swoop.
And the remaining time is enough for us to collect the spoils."
"Can!"
"···"
Followed by.
The six evil cultivators in black robes no longer held back and started to make hand seals.
next moment.
The strange runes that emerged from the surface of the black sky shone brightly.
Countless runes wandering around.
Unparalleled terrifying power pressed inwards.
Inside the black light curtain, the green light formation suddenly began to shake.
It seemed as if the formation could be broken at any time.
For a while.
Not long ago, the Qingyang Palace disciples who secretly thought they had escaped a disaster changed their expressions immediately.
The sense of panic is greater than before.
Some Qingyang Palace disciples even started cursing without thinking.
"Damn it!
Didn't the six evil cultivators promise not to take action?"
"Evil cultivators are evil cultivators!
There is no credibility at all.
Obviously, the evil cultivator outside the formation is trying to trick the ancestor into leaving and reduce the power of the formation."
"good!
The power of the formation is completely different when there is an ancestor presiding over it and when there is no ancestor presiding over it."
“What a treacherous and evil cultivator.
Go and inform the ancestor quickly."
“It has been notified.
If I had known this earlier, I shouldn't have agreed to the conditions of these evil cultivators."
"Why···
It's too late to say anything now.
Now we can only do our best to maintain the formation and wait for the ancestor to return."
"At worst, we can fight these evil cultivators."
"Fight!
Anyway, the other party has set up a formation, so there is no way for us to escape.
Even if I die, I will splatter the other person with blood."
"That's right, let's fight those evil cultivators!"
"···"
Just as these desperate Qingyang Palace disciples were shouting...
the other side!
Qingyang Palace, outside the Thunder Valley in the back mountain.
The Qingyang Patriarch, who was praying for a miracle to happen, also received the message from his disciple.
After learning about this...
The Qingyang Patriarch's hair and beard stood on end, and he was furious.
"How dare they!
Aren’t you afraid that this Master will be ruined...?”
Just at this moment...
A shocking explosion resounded through the sky.
Then, the sky in front of the many monks in Qingyang Palace was replaced by endless black.
It seemed as if the whole world was plunged into eternal night, without a trace of light.
At the same time, miserable howling sounds continued to ring out in this black world, which was extremely creepy.
"what!"
"Damn it, I will fight with you evil demons..."
"Have mercy... ugh!"
"Let me go, sizzle!"
"···"
Face this scene!
The Qingyang Patriarch was completely furious and roared loudly:
“Didn’t I promise you?
Why do you go back on your word?
Since you want to destroy my sect, I will not let you succeed even if I die."
While talking.
The Qingyang Patriarch made a backhand move...
A long bottle flashing with lightning appeared in his palm.
Followed by.
A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he was ready to destroy the vase in his hand without any hesitation.
next moment.
But he found that he seemed unable to control his right hand at all.
It was as if there was an invisible force suppressing him, making him unable to move at all.
call out!
A faint light flashed!
Pfft!
I saw a broken arm flying and blood spilling into the sky.
At the same time, the bottle with flashing arcs turned into a beam of lightning and shot out.
Suddenly, a big hand reached out from nowhere.
He easily caught the lightning in his hand.
Immediately.
A tall, mysterious figure in a black robe appeared. He looked coldly at the furious Qingyang Patriarch and sneered:
"I gave you a way to live, but you refused to take it and are seeking death.
That’s not my fault.”
"And you don't think that you can fool my eyes by pretending to take treasure!"
"Forget it, there's no point in talking any more.
I will send you off right now!"
He just pointed his finger and a colorful sword light flashed across the air.
call out!
The sword flashed, and I looked again...
I saw a horrible wound between the eyebrows of Qingyang Patriarch.
But the Qingyang Patriarch seemed extremely unwilling to die, and murmured:
"You are not..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the consciousness of Qingyang Patriarch fell into complete darkness.
At the same time, there was a trace of regret in his open eyes.
As if he deeply regretted his previous decision.
boom!
As the body of Qingyang Patriarch fell to the ground, the shattered soul in his sea of consciousness also completely dissipated.
Seeing this, the evil cultivator in black robe stretched out his hand...
A golden storage bag rose from the body of Qingyang Patriarch and flew into the other party's hands.
Immediately.
The black-robed evil cultivator took a look at the lifeless Qingyang Patriarch and murmured:
“The golden elixir of a golden elixir cultivator is a valuable treasure that cannot be wasted.
There is also the natal magic weapon, which is also a rare treasure.
waste!
This is not a good habit.”
Between murmurs.
He put his two fingers together, forming a sword-like shape, and slashed in the air...
The sword flashed, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.
Soon, a round golden pill and a treasure bell with an ancient shape flew out from the bloody corpse.
After the black-robed monk put away the bloodstained golden elixir and the precious bell...
Only then did he burn the body of Qingyang Patriarch.
Then, the black-robed evil cultivator disappeared in a flash.
However, the sound of killing that echoed throughout the world did not stop and continued.
Not long!
There was no one alive from top to bottom among the Qingyang Palace disciples trapped in the formation.
All died.
After the sounds of killing disappeared, only dark shadows were seen moving silently through important places in Qingyang Palace like ghosts.
A quarter of an hour.
Six evil cultivators in black robes, covered with storage bags, escaped from the formation.
After putting away the formation, these evil cultivators boarded a flying boat and disappeared at the end of the sky.
The Qingyang Palace headquarters, which had lost the protection of the formation, had become a mess.
Countless bodies dressed in Qingyang Palace costumes fell in a pool of blood.
Those once important places of the sect have now become unrecognizable and no longer have the solemnity they once had.
It's like a messy ruin.
The entire Qingshan Palace was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Before long, the strong smell of blood attracted the attention of monsters deep in the mountains.
One after another, the monsters rushed into the Qingyang Palace following the smell of blood and began to enjoy the blood food in big mouthfuls.
that's it.
The low-level monsters that were once regarded as cultivation resources by the monks of Qingyang Palace, now their bodies have become nourishment for the growth of these monsters.
Every sip and every bite just fits in with the unpredictable nature of nature.
the other side.
After the six evil cultivators destroyed the Qingyang Palace, they did not dare to delay and quickly fled from the Qingyang Mountains.
After leaving the Qingyang Mountains...
They steered the flying boat into a vast lake.
at the same time.
In the sky above the Qingyang Mountains, a chariot with an ancient shape flashed.
The figure sitting in the chariot sniffed slightly.
next moment.
Cheng Buzheng lowered his eyes and slowly opened them.
A solemn look appeared in his deep eyes.
“Such a strong smell of blood?
Could it be...?”
This thought lasts a lifetime.
The next moment, the chariot in the sea of clouds turned into a stream of light and disappeared from its original place.
A flash later, the chariot appeared high in the sky deep in the Qingyang Mountains.
Cheng Buzheng, who was sitting in the chariot, took a step into the air and appeared outside the chariot...
He looked at the remains torn apart by low-level monsters in the void, and frowned slightly.
Cheng Buzheng pressed hard with one hand.
An extremely terrifying light wave crushed down from the sky.
Pfft!
Puff, puff! !
The monsters that were wreaking havoc in Qingyang Palace were transformed into a strange blood light and were destroyed into nothingness.
However, the bodies of the Qingyang Palace disciples were not affected at all.
Cheng Buzheng, standing in the air, glanced at the many intact bodies lying in a pool of blood, and began to speculate in his mind.
“These Qingyang Palace disciples were all wiped out in one strike.
Even the foundation-building monks of Qingyang Palace are no exception...
Obviously.
The person who made the move was at least a Jindan realm cultivator.
And judging by the shape of the fatal wound, there should be six of them."
"This is very similar to what the 'Six Evil Clan of Red Sun' described in the intelligence."
After a quick glance...
Cheng Buzheng made this speculation silently in his mind.
But he always felt like he had missed something!
Then, Cheng Buzheng's thoughts turned, and he realized what he had just overlooked?
"wrong!
Where is the body of Qingyang Patriarch? "
however.
After Cheng Buzheng took a quick look around, he still did not find the remains of a Jindan cultivator.
No traces were found left behind by the fight between the Jindan monks.
Seeing this, Cheng Buzheng's heart moved...
next moment.
A golden light emerged from his eyes.
When Cheng Buzheng looked at the void again...
I saw that in this piece of sky and earth, there were air currents of different colors. Although they were very weak, they seemed to have been carefully processed.
But the last traces remaining in this world were still very clearly within Cheng Buzheng's vision.
Only with the passage of time will these traces be completely buried in the long river of time.
otherwise.
In a short period of time, even if the traces are cleaned up...
But in Cheng Buzheng's magical eyes, it was still clearly visible.
As his eyes scanned the fluctuating auras...
soon.
Cheng Buzheng discovered the most powerful residual aura fluctuation.
It is also obviously one level higher than other aura fluctuations.
According to his experience and speculation, this should be the last trace left by the Jindan cultivator between heaven and earth.
Immediately.
Cheng Buzheng's figure flashed and he appeared in the back mountain of Qingyang Palace, outside the canyon where thunder was constantly falling.
He did not enter the Thunder Valley of Qingyang Palace, but stayed outside the canyon.
As golden light flashed in his eyes, a smile appeared on Cheng Buzheng's lips.
"interesting!
It seems that things are becoming more and more interesting.”
Immediately, Cheng Buzheng stretched out his hand, and a mysterious power spread out, spreading to the entire Qingyang Palace.
A moment later!
A cool breeze blew through the entire Qingyang Palace.
And on the palm of Cheng Buzheng's open hand, there were six more air currents with different fluctuation frequencies.
He looked at the six air currents in his hands, as if he saw something interesting.
Afterwards, Cheng Buzheng turned into a beam of light and rushed into the Thunder Valley.
Not long after.
He rushed out again, but there was more joy in his eyes than before.
It was as if he had discovered some treasure.
However, Cheng Buzheng did not immediately pursue the traces of the 'Six Evils of Red Sun', but instead took out a sound transmission talisman.
The corners of his mouth moved slightly.
The sound condensed into a beam and sank into the sound transmission note.
Then Cheng Buzheng waved his hand...
A stream of red light shot out, crossed the Qingyang Mountains, and flew towards the Qingyang Sect's upper sect.
Not bad.
It was in his capacity as the Inspector of the Immortal Alliance that Cheng Buzheng asked the chief of Qingyang Palace to handle subsequent matters.
After sending out the sound transmission note...
Cheng Buzheng flashed and appeared inside the chariot high in the sky.
Then the chariot turned into a stream of light and disappeared at the end of the sky.
Upon receiving the news from Cheng Buzheng, the Yuanying Sect immediately dispatched a team of cultivators to the Qingyang Mountains.
There was no delay along the way.
Although Qingyang Palace was destroyed, it is very likely that all the valuable spiritual objects of the sect have been looted...
But the spiritual vein of Qingyang Palace is still there.
This is the fixed asset of any sect.
It is also the greatest wealth.
The value is quite high, which monk would not be tempted?
Therefore, the speed at which They arrived was quite fast.
Cheng Buzheng followed the six collected auras and arrived above a vast lake.
······(End of this chapter)