Above the holy mountain of Tianxing City, a dazzling light roared and emitted powerful spiritual pressure unique to the Nascent Soul cultivator, shaking the surrounding air buzzing.

The guards of the Holy Mountain changed their faces, thinking that they were some lifeless old monster, and they were ready to attack the Holy Mountain.

Until the escape light approached hundreds of feet of the holy mountain, the powerful spiritual pressure instantly converged, and the escape speed suddenly slowed down. A familiar wave of spiritual energy appeared in the spiritual consciousness of the guards.

The leader of the guard on duty today, a middle-aged monk with a sallow complexion suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. He resisted the urge to wipe the cold sweat on his head, and sent a voice to others:

"Everything is spread out, it's Elder Yun who is back."

Many light or dark posts dispersed again, and the escape light drove straight into the sky and flew to a white jade hall on the 79th floor of the Holy Mountain.

The space inside the hall is quite large, and there is no unnecessary furnishings, making it look extremely empty.

Compared to the area of ​​this hall, there are very few people inside. There are only a dozen monks who are lying around, and I don’t know what they are busy with.

The light of escape dissipated, and the short and fat old man walked in with a gloomy face. Many monks of Killing Dan bowed and bowed, fearing that they would neglect the Nascent Soul Elder.

However, the short and fat old man didn't even feel like he was looking at them for a moment, and walked straight to the deepest part of the hall.

There was a lot more empty than the rest, with only three seemingly ordinary futons placed side by side.

At this time, two of them were sitting on the cushions, one of whom was sitting on the left. They looked young, probably in their forties. Although they were not handsome, they were very stern and serious, with a meticulous and serious temperament between their eyebrows.

Another man sat in the middle. At first glance, it seemed difficult to determine his specific age. It was okay to say that he was in his twenties or in his forties. It seemed that it was not impossible to say that he was in his sixties.

The whole person seemed to be there and there was no place. After staring at him for a long time, he felt a confused feeling, as if a layer of dreamy gauze was automatically covered by his side.

When the short and fat old man saw the two, his pride suddenly stopped and his pace slowed down a lot.

"So Junior Brother Yun is here. Why is it so popular today? Is something wrong?" The middle-aged man with a Zhouzheng opened his eyes and said with a smile.

"Senior Brother Yu, Senior Brother Xun..." The short and fat old man first greeted the two of them, and then said with a serious expression: "Someone slaughtered the elders of the Star Palace on Fantasy Moon Island, and all fourteen elders of Jiedan were buried in his hands. The junior brother probably couldn't hold him, so he came to invite the two senior brothers to go with him."

"What!" The middle-aged monk's face changed drastically and he suddenly stood up.

Those are fourteen monks of Killing Pills!

Put it in some great sects of immortal cultivation, almost all the high-level leaders were captured in one go!

Even if it is a giant like Xing Palace, the fourteen elixir monks are a remarkable force, but now it is gone!

"Which old guy did it? Does he don't want to live anymore?" the middle-aged monk asked with a serious expression.

The short and fat monk was silent for a moment, and bowed helplessly and said, "Senior Brother, the man who started the attack was not the Nascent Soul stage, but a monk in the Killing Dan stage."

The middle-aged monk was stunned, as if it was his first time to know him, and blinked in disbelief.

"Junior Brother Yun, what do you mean is that a cultivator in the Jiedan stage killed a total of fourteen Jiedan elders in our Xing Palace, and they were also able to jump around. Even you are not sure that you can take him?"

The middle-aged monk's face looked extremely ugly. If this matter was true, then their Xinggong's face would be greatly lost!

"To be honest with Senior Brother, that man has a strange formation in his hand, which can be used alone in the air without going through the mountains and rivers. Using that formation, that man is enough to match the early stage of the Nascent Soul cultivator."

The short and fat monk closed his eyes and shook his head, hiding a hint of greed in his eyes.

"Those fourteen juniors in the Killing Dan stage died unjustly."

The middle-aged monk thought with a calm face for a long time, turned to look at the monk who had been meditating and practicing Qi.

Unlike the two of them, this person's whole body was hidden and unreleased, as if he was a puppet mud fetus. After careful examination, he looked seven out of his face and looked like a dummy.

However, whether it was a short and fat old man or a middle-aged monk, there was a clear look of awe when he looked at this person.

In the eyes of the two, the person's eyes slowly opened, and the spiritual energy in his body rushed through the meridians, revealing the powerful cultivation level of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

"Junior Brother Yun..." He spoke slowly, his voice clear, as if he was really not old.

"Can you tell me first why the fourteen monks of the Killing Dan went to places like Fantasy Moon Island? And how did they make a feud with that man?"

He raised his head, his unsharp gaze as if he could see through the deepest secret in the short and fat old man's heart.

The short and fat old man was stunned for a moment. The excuse he had already thought of was stuck in his throat and could not even say a word.

"It seems you can't say it." The man closed his eyes and sighed softly.

"That's all for this."

"Senior Brother Yu!" The short and fat old man widened his eyes in disbelief.

"Those are fourteen elders of Jiedan. Are we just pretending to be deaf and dumb?"

The man closed his eyes and said nothing.

The middle-aged monk looked at him, then looked at the short and fat old man. After a moment of silence, he sat back on the cushion helplessly.

"Junior Brother Yun, just listen to Senior Brother Yu."

The short and fat old man's face became extremely ugly, and he changed back and forth. Finally, he snorted coldly, turned around and left.

Looking at his departure back, the middle-aged monk sighed helplessly.

"Senior Brother Yu, do we really care about this?"

"The evil done by heaven can still be forgiven. If the evil done by oneself cannot be survived." The man closed his eyes and shook his head inconspicuously.

"If we don't take action, we are already helping him. As long as things don't make a big deal, there will always be room for reversal. I hope he can understand what I mean and don't do anything extra, otherwise..."

The man sighed slightly and kept silent.

The middle-aged monk gritted his teeth and asked unwillingly: "Do we want to ask what the two adults mean?"

"Junior brother, you are so lucid."

The man opened his eyes and glanced at him bitterly.

"What are the attitudes of the two adults who are still on Fantasy Moon Island?"

"This..." The middle-aged monk suddenly fell silent.

"Junior Brother Yun doesn't know about this. Should we remind him again?"

"Don't do anything random!" the man said without hesitation.

"Since that person comes forward, things are not under our control. The more you do, the more you make mistakes, just wait and see what happens."

The middle-aged monk sighed after hearing this, with a look of indignation and helplessness.

"I hope Junior Brother Yun won't do anything extra."

The man closed his eyes again and shook his head calmly.
Chapter completed!