"That weird flying shuttle of yours was really destroyed?"

Bei Gonglin didn't know what happened to Duan De, but she knew from some channels that Duan De had such a thing.

"It seems you know a lot about me, right?"

Duan De and Bei Gong Lin were chatting while flying. Bei Gong Lin's flight left obvious tracks in the sky, but Duan De had no trace of where he passed. Bei Gong Lin was really curious and didn't know the reason.

"Why don't you have any flight path?"

Duan De had already noticed it and shook his head helplessly, with a gloomy look on his face.

"I told you that since I have no cultivation, I will naturally have no trajectory."

All these words were in vain. Bei Gonglin stretched out her sheathed ancient sword and stabbed Duan De several times, then chuckled under his puzzled gaze.

"I'm just trying to see if you, an uncultivated person like you, can stab me?"

Duan De was speechless. This girl is still the same as before. There are many things that time cannot erase.

"How are they?"

Duan De suddenly asked.

"Beichen Shu went to Spring and Autumn Academy. Wu Tong has been staying in the valley as a teacher since you left. It seems that he has achieved some success. The fat man and his wife were originally the elders of the main sect, but now they stay in the main sect and hang out."

"Han Xiu, Xiao Jin should have entered the Xianfa Hall, and Niu Ben is in the sect's weapon refining pavilion. Huang Puyuan is from a big family like me, and I don't know what he is doing now."

"Is your sister Gongsun? As soon as you walked away, she disappeared on the back. There has been no news in these years."

Bei Gonglin's somewhat nostalgic talk also touched Duan De's hidden memory.

"Xinran, where are Zitong and Li Da?"

Duan De asked casually, and Bei Gonglin was a little hesitant as to whether he should say it out of his own mouth.

At the stall where she was in a dilemma, Duan De paused slightly, frowning and staring ahead.

"More than fifty miles ahead on the left, someone is chasing Tiande Sect disciples!"

Beigong Linzheng didn't know how to speak, and was surprised that Duan De could sense such a distance. Duan De had already sped up and rushed there, and Beigong Lin's shadow disappeared in an instant.

The one chasing behind was a late-stage Jindan warrior in navy blue robes, holding a three-foot-long spear with shining green light. The spear was like a living thing, twisting slightly. This was a rare weapon cultivator, and he was cultivating weapons like spears?

In the middle stage of the golden elixir running ahead, the iconic moon-white robe of the Tiande Sect is surrounded by a blazing red flying sword, and there is another rope-like flying magic weapon under his feet.

Although the golden elixir can fly in the air, it can save mana much faster with the help of flying magic weapons.

A monk in the early stage of the Golden Core, no matter how hard he tried to use the magic weapon under his feet to fly quickly, the gap in cultivation was too great. Even with the help of the magic weapon, the distance was still slowly getting closer, and the level of his flying magic weapon was not high.

The monk holding the spear at the rear suddenly shook the spear in his hand, stretched out his hand, and the blue light surged. A spiral blue air column separated from the tip of the gun and went straight to the back of the escaping Tiande Sect monk.

The moves were fierce but silent. The green-robed monk showed a ferocious smile and slowed down his pursuit. He had strong confidence in his long-charged killer move.

The spear's light flew much faster than the fleeing monk in front. As soon as it came out of the tip of the spear, its cone was already an arm's length away from the monk's back. Just when the monk's face changed drastically, he was doomed to die.

A black arm came out of thin air and grabbed the gun light into pieces. The strange thing was that the broken gun light didn't dissipate. It just disappeared out of thin air into the black palm.

The green-robed monk had no time to be frightened, as his whole body was no longer under his control. Duan De twisted the back of the guy's neck with his left hand and lifted it up in his hand, but he stared at his right hand strangely.

At that moment, he wiped out the gun light with his hand, worried that he might be injured if he was too big, but he didn't know that the seemingly sharp gun light was not as sharp as the strong wind blowing in his face.

It disappeared into his palm without any feeling. He clearly sensed that the Taoist charm contained in the green light disappeared like the white snow in spring. The pure true energy did not cause any damage to his palm and was refined and inhaled by his technique.

Within the body, it becomes the raw material for building a super physical body.

The escaping monk ran for a long time, only to find that the guy who was chasing him was being held in someone's hand. He immediately stopped escaping and didn't know whether he should go up and thank him, or should he spread the news quickly?

Just as he was hesitating, an ice-blue figure appeared beside him, with a majestic aura pressing on him, but it could not hide the surprise in his heart.

"That's it? What are you looking at? Are there flowers growing on your hands?"

Su Mi knew that this senior was not talking to him. When she caught a glimpse of the sign hanging on her waist, she breathed a sigh of relief and settled down. As long as she is a senior from the sect!

Duan De put down his hand and floated over to stare at Sumi for a long time.

"Go down and tell us what's going on?"

Although there is no one here, it is still strange to pursue and kill the main monk so openly.

The three of them landed in a relatively flat and dry open space. This swamp was not as desolate as the Demon Realm. There were life-threatening swamps hidden among countless strange trees. There was not much water on the surface, scattered small puddles and

Lush grass constitutes a natural trap, which is a common terrain in the Yaoshui Basin.

Su Mi went down to the ground and glanced at Bei Gonglin, then at the restrained monk before bowing and saluting.

"Su Mi, a disciple of Tingfeng Hall in Xianfa Hall, pays homage to the senior brothers and sisters and asks them to show their identity tokens."

The Tingfeng Hall of the Xianfa Hall is the intelligence department of the Tiande Sect, and its disciples are at the lowest level of the Jindan early stage. This guy has obviously only been here for a short time. He is not tactful in his dealings, but he is very disciplined.

Duan De's token was lost somewhere, and the chief instructor's training order was lost in the sect, and he didn't bother to look for it. The token on Bei Gonglin's waist emits ice-blue brilliance, the deacon of Tiande Sect's Beigong family and the exclusive anti-counterfeiting mark.

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Only then did Su Mi confess honestly.

"I was sent to the Sanjiang Kingdom in Yaoshui three months ago to investigate the monks' deliberate massacre of mortals. The situation is even more serious than the intelligence reported. Now there are probably not a few left of the hundreds of thousands of people in the Sanjiang Kingdom. The new Sanjiang Kingdom's National Preceptor

He is an evil cultivator who uses human souls, flesh and blood to refine evil weapons, and uses evil methods to enslave monks for his own use. I was exposed and escaped from Surabaya City three days ago. He is the Lord of Surabaya City, Great Enshrined Lin Xiao! I have been betrayed by that evil cultivator.

A monk who is under control! That’s all I know.”

"What is the cultivation level of the national master you are talking about? Where does it come from? How many monks are under his control? And what are their cultivation levels? When you arrived in Sanjiang Kingdom, all the mortals were already dead, or were you there?

It took three months for them all to die? What’s the situation over there now?”

Duan De was extremely dissatisfied with the information he told him. After staying here for three months, he did nothing!

"The new Imperial Master found it himself and killed the previous Imperial Master. I don't know his cultivation level. I don't know how many monks he controls. There are twenty-three cities in the Sanjiang Kingdom. Each city has at least three monks in charge. Surabaya

He has the highest level of cultivation. When I came, they were organizing mortal sacrifices in batches. I, I was under surveillance as soon as I came over, and I couldn't find a way to spread the news. When I escaped, almost all the mortals were dead.

Already..."

Su Mi carefully added the information she had learned, secretly thinking that this senior was very difficult to take care of.

"Oh, I understand. You can go back first and report the truth truthfully."

Duan De had no expression on his face and looked at Su Mi carefully for a while before speaking.

Su Mi was confused. The feeling of oppression Duan De gave him was far stronger than the actual pressure on the beautiful senior sister next to him. He didn't want to stay longer, so Duan De let him go and flew away with relief.
Chapter completed!