There are countless tributaries of the vast swamp water, and this branch just runs across the junction of the Heyin boundary and the Shanshan boundary, winding and flowing almost through the eastern part of the human world.

The water flows on it, and it is extremely wide and grand. There are countless monsters in the water thriving, and there are few people on the river banks on both sides.

At this moment, a huge golden-red palace appeared on the side of the river bank of the Heyin area. The door was closed and hundreds of people had gathered in front of the hall.

"Go away, I want the Demon Sound Sect in front of the hall." Several purple and black lights fell from the sky, and one of the disciples spoke out loudly, looking at the casual cultivators and people from small sects and small families in front of the hall with contempt.

"Demonic Sound Sect!"

"Hurry away, the disciples of the Demon Sound Sect are extremely vicious and often practice with living people. We can't afford to offend us."

"I heard that the Huanyin Real Person of the Moyin Sect's birthday a few days ago actually used the essence and blood of 30,000 mortal men to refine the alchemy. It's so domineering and ruthless."

Many small families and casual cultivators changed their expressions when they heard this and hurriedly made way for fear of having something to do with the Demon Sound Sect.

There are also some people who are extremely disdainful of the Magic Sound Sect, but they dare not reveal it at this time, but they also silently turn to the side and make way for the way.

"Senior Sister Zhang, please." The disciple who said the words changed his expression and bent down respectfully, as if he was extremely afraid of one of the women.

"Yeah." Zhang Lingruo nodded slightly, walked to the front of the hall with a few disciples of the Demon Sound Sect, looked at the closed hall gate, then waved his hand and took out an extremely gorgeous purple carriage, gently lifted his skirt, and sat on it.

The other disciples of the Demon Sound Sect, including the male disciple Lu Zhuo who had just spoken, stood behind him with a very respectful expression.

"Zhang Lingruo, it turned out to be her!"

"Who is she? Why haven't I ever heard of it?"

"Where are you from the casual cultivator? Zhang Lingruo, the 'beauty scorpion' of the Demonic Sect, had never heard of it? She is the direct disciple of Huanyin Zhenren, and is in the Daojifeng realm. The 30,000 mortal men used to refine alchemy in the previous Demonic Sect, heard that most of them were killed by her poisonous hands."

"Ah!?" The casual cultivator who asked changed slightly, and he looked at Zhang Lingruo with fear.

Zhang Lingruo seemed to notice the gaze of the casual cultivator, frowned slightly, and her slender jade hand gently flicked, and an invisible sound wave echoed out.

The casual cultivator was just in Qihai Peak Realm. This time he just came to join in the fun, but suddenly he seemed to have been imposed on a fixed body, maintaining his expression just now. After a moment, his flesh and blood all over his body turned into a pool of thick water, and not even a piece of corpse was left.

Liu Yuxuan stepped forward and looked around, shouted, "Everyone is quiet!"

Half of these hundreds of people are casual cultivators, and almost all the rest belong to unknown sects.

With the small family, there are only dozens of Taoist base realms, and most of the others are from Qihai realms.

At this moment, the Demon Sound Sect intimidated the audience. Not only was Zhang Lingruo, a genius from the Daoji Peak realm, but there were also two Daoji Peak realm disciples, and several elite disciples from the Qihai Peak realm here. For a moment, no one dared to disobey.

"Senior Brother Zhao, it's so lively here!" Several sword lights came from afar, and a laugh came from afar.

Hundreds of people here looked at the falling sword lights, but there were four men wearing blue clothes and carrying long swords.

The "Senior Brother Zhao" was obviously the leader. He glanced at the golden and red hall, and finally looked at the place where the Moyin Sect was, and spoke coldly: "The people from the Moyin Sect came early, but there are at least two days left before the Yuanjun Heritage Hall is opened. What's the use of the early one?"

Zhang Lingruo sat on the imperial carriage, just gently swaying the silk handkerchief in his hand, even owing a tribute to him when he looked up at him.

Lu Zhuo looked a little bad and said, "Zhao Changhe, Senior Sister Zhang is here, you are so arrogant!"

Zhao Changhe sneered, dozens of blue and white sword lights appeared around him, and there was also a vague power of heaven and earth to bless him. He took a step forward and flashed to the open space in front of the hall. All the sword lights around him slashed out, slashing hard towards the people of the Moyin Sect!

"boom!"

A huge purple light cover enveloped the people of the Moyin Sect, blocking dozens of fierce sword lights. The sword light scattered out, and some sword lights actually flew into the crowd, killing dozens of Qihai Realm scattered like cutting tofu.

Zhao Changhe did not care about those casual cultivators and people from the small family, but looked at Zhang Lingruo and said word by word: "The people of the Demonic Sect, step back ten feet immediately, otherwise don't blame me for being polite in the Breaking Yue Jian Sect."

The huge purple light shield turned into a small and clear purple-black lotus, and returned to Zhang Lingruo's hand. Zhang Lingruo gently touched the shallow white marks on the lotus, but still didn't look up, but just spoke softly, and its voice was as crisp as a newborn yellow oriole: "Senior Brother Zhao has spoken, how dare I not obey."

The sound was extremely nice. Many people in the Qihai Realm looked flushed and looked at Zhang Lingruo in a daze, as if even her soul had been hooked.

"Ten feet back." Zhang Lingruo didn't know what method he used, but the gorgeous purple carriage under him flashed and he instantly retreated ten feet away.

"Senior Sister Zhang..." Lu Zhuo seemed a little dissatisfied, but after seeing Zhang Lingruo's cold gaze, he swallowed the words in his mouth, waved his hand and retreated behind Zhang Lingruo with several disciples from the Demon Sound Sect.

Zhao Changhe nodded slightly, put away the sword intent around him, and said to the surroundings: "Disas everything. This is the inheritance hall of Yuanshen Realm Yuanjun. It is not something you can covet delusions when you wait for the casual cultivators and small families."

Those small families and casual cultivators looked hesitant, but they relied on the law to not blame the public.

No one left, obviously they all had a hint of luck.

Liu Yuxuan behind him smiled and said, "Senior Brother Zhao, why bother with them? If there are really people who are blind, just kill them."

Zhao Changhe nodded and no longer looked at the casual cultivators. Instead, he walked to a large area in the middle of the front of the hall with the people from the Poyue Sword Sect and occupied it.

"Senior Brother Zhao, can you tell which Yuanjun's inheritance hall is this?" Unexpectedly, Zhang Lingruo chuckled, and a yellow oriole-like voice came, and his attitude was very low.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at Zhang Lingruo's beautiful face. Zhao Changhe said, "I only know that it is the inheritance of a human Yuanjun, but I still don't know who it is."

"This is the powerful power of the half-step divination realm, the inheritance hall of Lord Hanshui Yuanjun," Zhang Lingruo glanced at the golden and red hall. "Lord Hanshui Yuanjun is ranked in the half-step divination realm, and his inheritance is not comparable to that of the ordinary Yuanshui Yuanjun."

She did not deliberately hide her voice, so many people around her heard it clearly.

"What! Hanshui Yuanjun!"

"How is that possible! Hasn't Hanshui Yuanjun said that he had already broken through to the realm of the Supreme Lord of the Gods and left the East?"

"Mr. Hanshui Yuanjun is a rare master of the Yuanshen realm among casual cultivators. No news has been heard for a long time. Unexpectedly, he fell silently!"

Countless casual cultivators changed their faces and looked up at the golden and red hall.

Hanshui Yuanjun is a casual cultivator born and raised in Shanshan. His qualifications are only sixth-level spiritual roots. Although he has never joined any sect, he has cultivated to the Yuanshen realm by relying on a volume of water-based heart techniques he obtained accidentally, calling himself Hanshui Yuanjun to protect a casual cultivator.

There were also several casual cultivators in the Dao Base Realm who had obviously received favors from Hanshui Yuanjun's disciple. At this moment, they all looked ugly. They looked straight at the hall and hurriedly sent out the jade slip to convey this extremely shocking news.

"You said yes? The Demonic Sect is adjacent to my Poyue Sword Sect. I don't know yet. Where did you Zhang Lingruo know?" Liu Yuxuan showed mocking, obviously not believing what Zhang Lingruo said at all.

Shaking his head, his slender fingers pointed at the golden and red hall far above: "You stupid pig, look at what is written on it."

Liu Yuxuan was in the same Daojiao realm as her, and she scolded her. She couldn't hold back her face. She was angry and was about to take action, but Zhao Changhe stopped her.

"Senior Brother Zhao..." Liu Yuxuan looked indignant and could not calm down.

Zhao Changhe ignored him, but looked at the place where Zhang Lingruo pointed, and the plaque on it was engraved with four large characters "Datong Shui Mansion".
Chapter completed!