Chapter 78

It was night that several disciples went to the mountain where zongmen geliu was located from the main peak of Tianjian mountain to resist the sword and convey three messages.

First, the ghost sword flows into a sword and chooses to die.

Second, the murderer is his eldest disciple Su Moyu.

Third, Su Moyu has been captured and will be punished outside the Xuanxin hall at noon tomorrow.

When the three news spread, the performance of each school was completely different.

Yan jianliu, who made a bad choice with Cheng Jian, naturally everyone was happy and warmly celebrated.

Han jianliu, who had little to do with it, had no unusual reaction. Of course, the discussion on this matter itself was very enthusiastic.

After hearing the news, the disciples of tianjianliu were also very lively at the beginning.

However, the two most important people on the mountain did not show any happiness. One was naturally Kou Yuanbao, the master of yanyunfeng, and the second was Jiang Qingwen.

Because these two people showed a slightly indifferent attitude, the enthusiasm of others also slowly fell back, and finally returned to calm.

The strangest reaction is the flow of heart sword.

After learning the news, Lingtai peak immediately announced the closure of the mountain on the grounds of closure.

From the master of Lingtai peak to the newly introduced Han Yan, all members are closed and refuse to participate in any activities.

The mountain behind Lingtai peak is forbidden outside the ground.

After hearing the news, Han Yan was completely sleepless and looked up at the sky until midnight.

"Yan'er." the leader of Lingtai peak appeared behind Han Yan at some time.

"Master..." Han Yan quickly saluted his master, then hesitated for a moment and said, "do you think that's true?"

She asked, of course, about Su Moyu's assassination of Cheng Jianxuan.

"What do you say?" the Lord of Lingtai peak asked.

"I don't believe it." Han Yan shook his head.

Lingtai peak leader Yixiang said, "no matter the relationship between the two people or the gap in realm, the boy surnamed Su can't kill Cheng Jianxuan. As long as he has brains, he won't believe the news. But such a simple lie came out from the main peak. Why do you think it is?"

Han Yan was slightly stunned and thought: "they don't care whether we believe it or not."

The master of Lingtai peak nodded and said, "yes, although I don't know the specific process, I can guess that Cheng Jianxuan's death is closely related to Xuan jianliu. The boy surnamed Su is just a black pot bearer."

Han Yan suddenly raised his head, stared at Lingtai peak and said, "master, can you save him..."

The leader of Lingtai peak stared at Han Yan's eyes for a long time, and finally sighed: "this is the meaning of the patriarch. I can't do anything. It's the only thing we can do."

With that, they were relatively silent and didn't say a word.

On the main peak of Tianjian mountain, in the retreat of xuanjianliu disciples, Lu Rongting waved his fist at the wall alone. The solid wall has been chiseled with spider web cracks.

"Elder martial brother..." a xuanjianliu disciple watched in the distance for a long time, and finally came over with courage.

"Roll!" Lu Rongting turned back fiercely, his eyes full of murderous spirit.

The xuanjianliu disciple's breath was also stifled, so he quickly turned and left.

"Elder martial brother Lu seems really angry, but I don't understand. Cheng Jianxuan is dead. His disciple will be executed outside Xuanxin Hall tomorrow. Elder martial brother also took revenge. How can he be so angry?"

"You know elder martial brother Lu's temperament. He can't kill Su Moyu himself. He naturally feels oppressed."

Several xuanjianliu disciples whispered for a while, and finally chose to leave quietly, leaving only Lu Rongting to continue to wave his fist in the secret room.

At this time, two xuanjianliu disciples were stationed outside a stone gate behind Tianjian mountain.

As the night was deep at this time, the two people seemed a little tired. At this time, a figure came slowly outside the woods not far away.

"Back mountain forbidden area, stop!" a disciple quickly stood up and wanted to drive away the man who got lost here late at night.

But the man didn't mean to stop at all. He still walked towards the stone gate without delay.

"Let you stop!" another disciple woke up and put his hand on the hilt of the sword.

For many years, it's the first time someone approaches here late at night. Doesn't that guy know the rules of the sect? I don't know. Isn't this where ordinary disciples can set foot?

At this time, a sound of something falling to the ground suddenly came. The gatekeeper was stunned. When he turned to look, he found a round thing falling at his feet.

That's a companion's head.

He suddenly looked up. Sure enough, the fellow who was just talking had nothing on his neck.

Enemy attack!

This was his first thought. When he understood it, he wanted to turn around and ring the alarm.

But when he tried to turn around, he suddenly felt his neck cool, and then his vision couldn't stop turning. Finally, he stopped in one direction.

There stood a headless corpse. Looking at its size, it seemed very much like itself.

After the body, there stood a thin and tall middle-aged man with a huge black sickle in his hand.

At this time, the sickle is still dripping blood. It looks like... The blood seems to be his own.

The man holding the sickle slightly lowered his head and looked at the two heads on the ground, showing an expression of impatience.

As soon as he waved his hand, a faint blue flame rushed out of his fingertips and burned the two bodies together with the blood on the ground, leaving no trace.

At this time, the man walking slowly from the forest also showed his figure.

It's the little fish with untidy clothes.

"Your personal grievances are over?" asked the sickle man in a hoarse voice.

The little fish looked cold and didn't answer each other's questions. Instead, he frowned and stared at the stone gate in front of him and said, "open the door."

The sickle man smiled awkwardly, and then pressed his hands on the stone door board.

His strength is extremely amazing. Even thousands of kilograms of boulders can be thrown up.

But when pushing these two stone doors, it seems very laborious.

There was a dull friction between the open mountains. It was easy for the two doors to be pushed open.

As soon as the figure flashed, the little fish squeezed into the stone door first, and the sickle man followed.

After they entered the door, the two stone doors slammed shut as if they had never been opened.

At the same time, in the Xuanxin hall at the top of the main peak.

Yuanyangzi on the black jade God seat suddenly opened his eyes, and the temperature in the hall immediately dropped.

"Master?" the white star hidden in the dark noticed the difference and asked aloud.

"Nothing, it's probably an illusion." yuanyangzi thought, waved his hand to him and closed his eyes again.

The white star was silent and turned to look outside the Xuanxin hall. In the middle of the night, everything outside the Xuanxin hall was quiet, but he knew that many people couldn't sleep this night.