The place where the giant ships of Guxian Tower are parked and transited has gathered into a small market.

This place belongs to the Starlight Sect.

There is Yuanying Patriarch sitting in the gate.

Fangshi.

A red-haired monk looked at the monk who was shouting and hawking, and asked: "Little brother, I heard that Kunpeng Sect is not far from here."

"Kunpeng Sect?"

The young man looked at the tall figure in black robes and pale face in surprise. He could not see the other person's cultivation for a while, and he had not used his magic eye to observe the spiritual light. However, since he was asking for directions, he pointed casually and said: "Just

South of the Starlight Gate, on the seaside, is where the Kunpeng Sect is located."

"Thank you."

The red-haired monk raised his hand.

It was Tu Shanjun who entered Fang City, and he already had information about the Kunpeng Sect in his hands.

Yu Long had arranged everything well. All he had to do was go find Chui Yun. However, Tu Shanjun still kept a cautious eye on it and did not rush over there. Instead, he inquired about the Kunpeng Sect along the way.

Putting these fragmented pieces of information together, we can roughly tell the true and false status of the Kunpeng Sect.

The closer you get, the more news you get. Compared with the welcome received by the Luhuang Sect, the Kunpeng Sect faces hostility from its neighbors, and many monks have no good impressions of the Kunpeng Sect.

It's not that the Kunpeng Sect did anything sinister, but because dragons from outside the river would be targeted by the locals.

Even if their overall strength is not as strong as the Kunpeng Sect, it does not prevent them from uniting to deal with the aging 'behemoth' of the Kunpeng Sect.

For any local sect, the current Kunpeng Sect is a piece of fat.

It's just that this piece of meat is still being held by a fierce tiger, so that the wolves dare not move rashly.

offshore.

The monk pressed the cloud head.

Stop outside the big formation.

Tu Shanjun took off a token from his waist. He looked at the token carefully. It had no name or surname. On its back was a picture of Kun and Peng flying in the sky, with the sea reflected on the ground. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was flying in the sky or hidden in the abyss. After he used his magic power

After being injected into it, ripples appeared in the large formation in front of it.

Tu Shanjun was not curious about how Yu Long obtained this token.

He was just a little hesitant.

Lord Chuiyun is wily and knows how to lie dormant. If the other party had known about this for a long time, it might have turned into a trap against him.

Tu Shanjun frowned slightly and couldn't help but hesitate.

If the devil is in hand, he can let the devil stay outside while he enters to explore the reality.

Unfortunately, when he crossed the barrier, his body was so damaged that the main soul returned to the Soul Banner, causing the mana to be unsustainable and allowing that thing to escape.

Thinking of this, Tu Shanjun waved the soul flag.

Call out the Yin spirit within the banner.

"Go ahead."

Yin Shen easily stepped into it carrying the token.

After squatting for dozens of days and nights, sleeping in the open air for a long time, the evil spirits had penetrated the Kunpeng Sect's new mountain gate into a sieve, and Tu Shanjun finally took the token with confidence and stepped into the Kunpeng Sect's mountain gate.

Shanmen was not a start-up, but took away other people's inheritance and settled down just like that.

After Tu Shanjun entered the formation, he went straight to Chuiyun's residence.

…

Silent abyss.

Nest of the earth.

The water vapor rises to the blue sky, and the moisture becomes gloomy.

The soft light is flying, like swarms of fireflies lighting up the place.

On the far-reaching high platform, in the center of the lotus platform, a monk in robes slowly opened his eyes, and two rays of divine light burst out into pillars of light, illuminating the approaching footsteps.

The sound of footsteps was not masked.

Just as the monk who came over did not hide his appearance.

Red hair and black robe.

Pale with a bit of cyan.

The purple-black nails look rough, like the claws of beasts and monsters, but they are very neatly trimmed and have a regular oval shape.

As the hem of the black cloud prison robe swayed, the man gradually came closer, revealing a pair of black and red eyes, staring at the monk wearing the Tianjin Kunpeng robe who was sitting high on the lotus platform.

The monk in the cassock turned even paler, his face was like gold paper, without any color.

Even the aura around him was extremely weak, and even his strong cultivation could not suppress such hurt.

"You came."

There was no surprise in Venerable Chuiyun's eyes.

He seemed to expect that the red-haired monk would come back.

"You're not surprised." Tu Shanjun's eyes darkened.

If Venerable Chuiyun showed surprise, he was not so solemn. Now this attitude made him feel suspicious. However, he had already explored clearly inside and outside, and found no other formations or powerful reinforcements to ambush.

Not to mention the seriously injured Master Chuiyun, even if he was in a state of complete victory without being injured, Tushanjun was not afraid at all.

Lord Chuiyun said: "I know you will come back sooner or later."

There was no resentment, regret, regret, or even the slightest strange look on his face, only calmness and calmness.

Tu Shanjun remained silent.

He will definitely come back.

That was the moment he was closest to death.

That cannot be called death, it should be called disappearance.

At that time, he was focused on escaping and forgot about the panic about death in his heart. Looking back now, he still has lingering fear. Unlike the death of the main soul, the damage to the soul flag was what he was most worried about.

Therefore, there is no doubt that he will come back and kill Lord Chuiyun.

Chuiyun also saw this, so he was sure that Tushanjun would come back.

Then his eyes began to search and look around.

It seems to be looking for the person holding the flag.

"Can you move freely without relying on the monks?"

When these words came, Tu Shanjun saw the surprised look in Chuiyun's eyes, which was an indescribable surprise.

Even horrified.

Because once an artifact has the ability to control itself, it cannot be called an artifact, but a living being. Like other people, it should be called a monk.

Tu Shanjun shook his head and said, "No."

He would rather have such an ability.

If only he could be like a monk.

Venerable Chuiyun said: "It seems that I still have a chance."

The red-haired monk narrowed his eyes slightly.

If the atmosphere just now was relatively relaxed, then when Chuiyun said this, Tushanjun's light red mist surrounded his side, which was the murderous intention that had condensed into substance.

Although it is very light, it is very pure.

"I will not allow someone with a higher cultivation level than me to control my life and death."

"Fellow Taoist, are you so confident?"

Chuiyun looked at Tushanjun.

Tushanjun didn't respond at all.

He doesn't need to say anything.

Chuiyun didn't seem to get the answer he wanted, and just said to himself: "After so many years, my great cause disappeared in an instant, and the two sects also fell apart after the reunification."

As he spoke, he opened his robe and exposed his chest.

There was a sword mark there, and blood could still be seen growing there.

At this time, fear flashed in his eyes: "That person is really powerful."

Then, the fear in his eyes turned into a long and deep gaze: "I'm going to die."
To be continued...