Duan Juntian's face looked extremely ugly and he punched the ground in anger: "I will definitely avenge this revenge! I will definitely avenge it!"

At this time, Duan Junhong and Duan Jun woke up slowly, not knowing what had happened.

It was Duan Ruhui who simply said the matter, and the two of them suddenly turned ashen: "Damn it, this magical weapon has not been obtained!"

"He has that knife on his body, and we are not his opponent, but if he reports this news to the elders in the clan, he should also receive a lot of rewards."

Duan Junhong suggested.

"I have to do this..."

Duan Ruhui sighed.

………

Murong Wudi returned to Tianxiao Town in a panic. When he came to Kashyapa's Hall, he saw a slender woman standing in his room.

Murong Wudi was shocked and hurriedly said, "Tianfeng Zhenren, why did you come here in person? If you were discovered by Qinglan Sect, it would be not good..."

The woman, the Qianwei Zhenren in Murong Wudi's mouth, turned her head slightly, her face looked ordinary, and she looked like an ordinary farm girl.

"I found that there were fourteen blood soul bottles in my hand. If I didn't come here in person, wouldn't I be wiped out by the subordinates I used? Tell me, what happened."

Murong Wudi looked a little ugly and whispered: "A underground palace appeared in the Ice Demon Cave, which contains the inheritance of the ancient ice dragon. As soon as I got the news, I took the dark team to rush over..."

"And who did you meet? Why did all the people in the Dark Team die?"

The Qianmeng Zhenren snorted coldly and said.

"It's a peak fighting spirit..."

Murong Wudi himself felt that it was very shameful to say this, but he did not dare to lie in front of the Qianmian Zhenren.

Then he explained the incident in detail and said unwillingly: "If it weren't for that gutter, I could have killed that kid with one palm!"

"The peak fighting spirit has accepted the ancient ice dragon inheritance of the warp... As far as I know, the ancient ice dragon should have been an eighth-level giant dragon, equivalent to a fighting master! That warp is afraid that it is above the mid-level level..."

The Qianmeng Zhenren whispered to himself.

The next moment, before Murong Wudi could react, she had disappeared into the room. This elusive escape technique was many times stronger than Hattori Hanzo's half-baked earth fire escape technique.

Murong Wudi immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

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"The hundred demon king Qiu Wanli was killed with one knife. The one who killed him was a peak fighting spirit, holding a heavenly level fighting weapon that obtained the ancient ice dragon inheritance!"

Such similar news spread rapidly like a plague, and soon it had reached the ears of the Blood Killing Sect.

Blood Killing Sect.

The main hall of the sect leader.

Because the Blood Killing Demon Ancestor is in seclusion for many years, there are three peak Douhuang-level elders who are in charge of the Blood Killing Sect. One is in charge of the Killer Hall, one is in charge of the treasure house of the sect, and one is in charge of the spy lurking everywhere.

Below them, there are more than twenty elders of the Star Douhuang level, responsible for making decisions, judging and managing some small matters.

Each of these three great elders is an old monster over two hundred years old. The strong men who entered the first level of the Life and Death Entrance, rarely gather together on weekdays.

However, after the Blood Killing Sect received the news that Qiu Wanli was killed, the three of them looked extremely ugly and came to the main hall of the sect leader at the same time.

"The three great elders, Qiu Wanli, have been rumored to be killed. Some people say that this kind of thing happened because the ancestor was so obsessed with the devil. The sun sets in the west of our Blood Killing Sect. If this matter is not handled properly, I will promote my reputation as the Blood Killing Sect. I am afraid that those people will take us more and less seriously and their business will become more and more bleak."

A nine-star Douhuang said to the three people with a little respectful attitude.

In addition to him, there are more than ten Star Douhuangs, who are still in the Blood Killing Sect, and now they all come to the Sect Master's Hall.

After the three elders communicated in a low voice, one of them snorted coldly and said, "Sword without blood, find out the identity of this son and kill the nine clans."

"yes!"

"In addition, bring his bucket back, and you should not be taken first by others. The inheritance of the ancient ice dragon may be of some help to us break through the life and death entrance."

"I understand that I will definitely bring his head and the control."

"Since even Qiu Wanli is not his opponent, Murong Wudi, the Lord of the Kashyapa Palace, was defeated by him. Don't send a killer below the Dou King. You can run for this matter yourself."

After the three elders made the decision, the Nine Star Douhuang Sword without Blood, took five Six Star Douhuangs, and flew away from the Blood Killing Sect and headed towards the Snowy Mountains.

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"The transformation progress of the Purple Lightning Bird is 76%.

"Ding! Congratulations to the Flaming Horse for its transformation!"

A river that is hundreds of feet wide and has no end to its length. Ning Qi is roasting a piece of wild game. As soon as he is halfway through, good news came from the system.

He immediately released the little white horse. As soon as the little white horse appeared, he neighed happily. After running around for a few laps at a very fast speed, he came to Ning Qi and licked his cheek with his tongue.

At this time, the little white horse was already a lower-level monster in the fifth level, and the flames on its body seemed even more dazzling. Ning Qi put his palm on it, feeling warm, but he took a branch and put it on it, and immediately burned it to ashes. It can be seen that the flames on its body no longer belong to ordinary fire, but strange fire!

"Haha, I didn't expect you to become the King of Dou before me."

Ning Qi smiled and patted his head, grabbed a handful of spiritual cultivation pills and fed them into its mouth.

The little white horse chewed while looking at Ning Qi with a flattering look.

At this time, Xiao Jin climbed along Ning Qi's feet to his shoulders, and after a few squeaks, Ning Qi threw it a elixir. Xiao Jin hugged it and ate it wildly.

"You are so small, why are you so unscrupulous? After eating so many spiritual elixirs, you can't see how powerful you are."

Ning Qi called the way down.

Xiao Jin Zhizhi retorted a few words, rolled her eyes, obviously a little unhappy.

"Say you're not happy."

Ning Qi was so angry that he reached out and flicked its little head.

"Brother, have you seen a group of bandits running over here and they caught my sister!"

Suddenly, a figure stumbled towards Ning Qi. He was covered in scars. He obviously had experienced a big battle. This person's cultivation was not high, just like a three-star fighting master.

Ning Qi took a look at his attributes.

Qingyun Sect: Yang Zhiwen.

Level: Three Star Fighter.

Practice: Yellow-level middle-grade ‘Qi Condensation Digest’.

Martial Arts: Yellow-level mid-grade ‘Crazy Fist’.

Health: 330.

Such a blood volume is simply weak, and Ning Qi can kill him with just one finger.
Chapter completed!