Chapter 88 The seeds of disappointment have been planted. What about Jiang Lan, who is so old as her?

"Sir, you have been traveling all day and are about to take a rest. If you have anything to say, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Prince Wuxuan's third son Xia Jie came and planned to negotiate with Jiang Lan in private. Seeing that Jiang Lan had many experts under his command, he was willing to cooperate in the inheritance of Master Zixia, but was turned down.

He snorted in his heart, but could only lead his men and leave in embarrassment.

Han Yiming and others from the Ancient Dao Sect then said goodbye and left, which could be considered a meeting and a courtesy.

Seeing that there were many experts on Jiang Lan and Ling Zhuyun's side, they were all famous young geniuses.

The rest of the people also breathed a sigh of relief, secretly happy in their hearts, thinking that with more people around, it would be easier to deal with the danger.

The purple mist near Zixia Mountain is really strange.

Now they no longer dare to step in casually. Those who went to explore the way before have never come back, and they don’t know whether they are alive or dead.

Some monks of the older generation, as well as independent cultivators who came here alone to try their luck, simply showed up from a distance, took a few looks, and then breathed a sigh of relief, as long as they were not people of unknown origin.

"It's getting late tonight, you should all go to bed early."

"After tomorrow morning, the fog will dissipate a little, and maybe we can go into the mountains."

Jiang Lan said this casually, and then asked his men to find a blue brick house, clean it up, and stay there for the night.

Ling Zhuyun, Li Daoyi, Luo Ying, Ao Xu and others also nodded in agreement. After passing through the dragon trap array, they had consumed a lot of their mental energy and were in urgent need of rest to adjust their state.

Soon, everyone found some uninhabited tiled houses and went there in groups of three or five to rest.

Ling Zhuyun also felt a little tired, so she randomly found a courtyard, put down a cushion, and sat cross-legged with her eyes closed.

But for some reason, Jiang Lan's words, which seemed strange but contained deep meaning, still echoed in her mind. What did he mean? After a long while, she still couldn't calm down, so she could only force herself to concentrate.

Everything was quiet except for the chirping of insects and the sound of wind.

On the other side, Ye Ming, who found a tiled house alone and was resting in it, was talking to the old ghost.

However, the expression on his face was different from the calm and composed appearance in front of others. Instead, he now looked a little solemn and doubtful.

"Old ghost, are you saying there's something wrong with the formation here?" he asked in disbelief.

"That's natural. I was wondering why something suddenly felt wrong. When I came here, I realized that something was seriously wrong."

"You didn't even leave the formation. You just walked from the outer circle to the inner circle."

“Moreover, this formation is not a dragon-trapping formation at all. It is a variant killing formation similar to the dragon-trapping formation. It contains a strong murderous aura. It does not intend to trap people in it at all, but to kill all the people in it…” the old ghost replied, his tone sounding a little surprised.

Even he didn't expect to encounter such a problem.

Logically speaking, a being like True Lord Zixia is kind-hearted, pure and honest. Since he left behind a legacy, it is impossible for him to commit fraud and create such a killing formation.

The intention is to kill all those who are going to the battle and leave them here.

Could it be that he wanted to be buried with someone? Unfortunately, his memory was too vague and he couldn't remember too many things.

He vaguely remembered that he had met True Lord Zixia, and that a disciple he had taught had some connection with True Lord Zixia...

"Old ghost, do you think someone might have deliberately spread the inheritance of Master Zixia to attract people, but in fact they want to kill people here in the future?"

"At first, I was very confused as to why the inheritance of Master Zixia would suddenly spread and become known to everyone."

"Now it seems that someone definitely did it on purpose, spreading the news and luring people here..." Ye Ming said with a heavy face.

His analysis is not without reason.

But the person behind the scenes is really cruel, and he actually attracted so many people.

There are no less than a dozen immortal sects involved behind the scenes, and many noble families in Daxia have also sent young clansmen here.

If all of them were lost here, who knows what kind of huge waves would be set off.

"The more people there are, the more chaos there is, isn't it better? Anyway, your goal is also the inheritance of Master Zixia. You have done a lot of things like fishing in troubled waters." said the old ghost.

Ye Ming nodded and said, "You are right. I guess not many people can see the problem with this formation at the moment."

"Since no one knows about this, I can use this opportunity to get rid of Jiang Lan. Although he didn't doubt me during this journey, his attitude still made me uncomfortable. I also felt that his eyes stayed on Zhu Yun many times."

"I can't stand this."

"If Zhu Yun is really targeted by this guy, I don't know what kind of shady tricks he will use to coerce her. Look at that female disciple of Yao Chi Sect in Zuixianju that day. Isn't she also trained and obedient by him now?"

When he mentioned this, coldness and dissatisfaction appeared in his eyes.

The old ghost heard the meaning in his words and chuckled. It was common for young people to be full of energy and jealous of each other.

But Ling Zhuyun may not be in love with Ye Ming.

He wants to pursue someone, but this road is long and arduous.

"I will take this opportunity tonight to find a way into the mountain and investigate. When the place is in chaos, I will take Zhu Yun with me."

"Jiang Lan still wants to get involved in the inheritance, so he should stay here and wait for death. After he dies, the Xiangguo Mansion will only seek revenge on the person behind the scenes, and it has nothing to do with me."

A confident smile appeared on Ye Ming's lips, he had already thought of countermeasures and retreat plans in his mind.

At that moment, he hid his body, left the house, and soon disappeared into the dark night.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Jiang Lan asked Chu Chan to rest early on the grounds of being tired. After no one was in the room, he slowly walked to the window, looked at the moonlight, and fell into deep thought.

"It's going to be a lively night tonight."

“With so many young geniuses gathered here, including some old cultivators who are powerful but have a short lifespan, Taoist Zixia will probably not let go of such a good opportunity.”

"With the knowledge of the remnant soul beside Ye Ming, it shouldn't be difficult to find out the problem with the formation."

"After Ye Ming knows this, he will probably use it to deal with me..."

Thinking of this, Jiang Lan suddenly found it interesting.

He returned to the bed and sat cross-legged, but his eyebrows and cheekbones suddenly became bright.

A faint figure, whose face was exactly the same as his but whose expression was extremely indifferent, walked out from the ancient Taoist temple in the silent sea of ​​consciousness, then shook slightly, sank into the void, and disappeared in an instant.

The little soul traveled through the void and instantly appeared in the courtyard chosen by Ye Ming.

"Sure enough he left and is not here."

"In that case, then the matter is settled. You will definitely take the blame." Jiang Lan showed a meaningful smile on his face.

In another courtyard, Ling Zhuyun seemed to have realized something at this moment. She opened her tightly closed clear eyes, and a hint of surprise appeared in them.

"Is someone spying on me?"

She was born with a powerful spiritual perception that far surpassed her peers, and her soul was endowed with a three-colored divine flower.

The immortal forging method he practiced to temper his soul came from the Kunlun Immortal Ruins and was extremely powerful and domineering.

So just now, she sensed something was wrong, as if someone was spying on her.

But when she opened her eyes and tried to follow it, the breath disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

Ling Zhuyun was slightly surprised. Her cultivation was the best among her peers, and her spirit was her strong point.

But now, in this place, she met a mysterious existence whose spiritual power was not weaker than hers, and might even be stronger than hers.

"Who is it?"

"A monk from the older generation?"

"It's really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, it can't be underestimated."

She collected her thoughts and thought that the other party should have no ill intentions and was just sweeping past. This place was full of all kinds of people, and there was even a presence whose aura she could not even detect.

It seems that it will be even more difficult to seize the inheritance of Master Zixia.

Tonight is destined to be a restless night, and many people will find it difficult to fall asleep.

Another area with houses clustered together in rows.

At this moment, a group of young geniuses gathered together. They used secret methods and rare treasures to block the void around them to prevent people from exploring and understanding. They looked very cautious and serious.

"As the leader of the current immortal sects, Taiyi Sect is becoming increasingly powerful. Over the past few days, it has forced various immortal sects to accept it as their leader many times."

"I heard that the leader of Taiyi Sect is trying to establish the Immortal Dao Alliance to constrain the immortal sects in the world. Anyone who violates the rules will be ostracized and liquidated. This move is extremely ambitious and has great intentions..."

"Hmph, what's there to say? Everyone knows that Taiyi Sect's evil ambitions are obvious. Being the leader of a sect is not enough, and it wants to enslave all the sects in the world and make them submit to it."

"Aren't you afraid of backlash? Now, all the immortal sects have secretly united and are already discussing how to counterattack."

"The Taiyi Sect won't be able to be so arrogant for long. Look at Li Daoyi, he's just a dog of the Suiji Li family, but he really takes himself seriously. He's so arrogant that he looks down on everyone."

"I wanted to maintain our relationship with him and greet him as a courtesy, but he ignored me. Jiang Lan is even more excessive. He just relies on his good family background and good parents. He obviously has no cultivation, but he still wants us to look up to him."

"You all didn't hear those arrogant words at the tea-making meeting that day, otherwise you would have laughed to death. Do you really think that the Xiangguo Mansion can cover the sky with one hand and do whatever it wants? He has set his eyes on the inheritance of Master Zixia, so we'd better give up and give him face..."

"Hahaha, what does his face mean? Does he really think everyone takes him seriously?"

All the young geniuses here have extraordinary backgrounds, extraordinary talents, and some even have the true teachings of immortals.

There was She Mou, the purple-eyed man from the Heavenly Demon Palace who had appeared at the tea-making party that day.

The people who came here with Jiang Lan included Qi Heng from the Human King Palace, Han Yiming, a true disciple of the Ancient Dao School, Cai Yun, a female true disciple of the Biyou Cave Heaven, and Zhu Huang, a young man with a gentle demeanor, wearing a Daluo purple robe and a purple gold crown on his head from the Tianyan Sect.

The forces behind them are well-known top forces in the entire Zhongtian Province. They have a long heritage, many powerful people within the sect, and extremely deep foundation.

"Having a good family background means nothing. Without any cultivation, you will turn into a handful of earth after many years. It will be difficult to live forever." Cai Yun, the female disciple of Biyou Dongtian, said.

She was dressed in colorful clothes, had a graceful figure and outstanding appearance, but her lips were a little thin, giving people the feeling that she was cold and difficult to approach.

"No matter what, we are gathered here today to follow the orders of our master to fight against Taiyi Sect together."

"Li Daoyi of Taiyi Sect and his followers must be buried here this time. Jiang Lan will have no one to protect him, so he is not a concern. Once Li Daoyi and his followers die, he will naturally not be able to survive."

Han Yiming, the true disciple of the ancient school, spoke with cold eyes, no longer polite as he had been when he met Jiang Lan and others before.

"The Yao Chi Sect claims to be righteous and is unwilling to conspire with us for the greater good. Otherwise, with Ling Zhuyun's intervention, the matter will be a sure thing. But I'm afraid that Ling Zhuyun will intervene at that time. Her strength should not be underestimated." Cai Yun said.

"Don't worry. From what I know about Ling Zhuyun, she only hates Jiang Lan and will never help him."

At this time, Qi Heng, who had been silent all this time, spoke with a very confident tone.

"But everyone, I have a request. When you take action, please get rid of the strange man next to Ling Zhuyun. That guy is very hateful. It really makes me angry that he can get her favor. When breaking the formation, he deliberately showed off in front of Ling Zhuyun, which embarrassed me." He added again in a cold voice.

"If Jiang Lan dies here, the Xiangguo Mansion will definitely not let it go. Aren't you afraid of retaliation and reckoning?"

She Mou from the Heavenly Demon Palace suddenly asked.

His face was pale, his pupils were dark green, he was not a pure-blooded human, but had the blood of a great demon flowing in his body.

Although he didn't take action many times, each time he did a great job, and no one dared to underestimate him.

Zhu Huang, a disciple of Tianyan Sect who had not expressed any opinion, smiled faintly when he heard this and said, "Daxia will fall, and no one will be left alive. The Prime Minister's Mansion will no longer exist by then. What does a son of the Prime Minister's Mansion count for? The trend is rolling down, and if anyone tries to stop it, they will be crushed to pieces and destroyed."

There are few disciples in Tianyan Sect, but each of them is a person with extraordinary talents and extraordinary bones. They are proficient in divination and deduction, and have a deep understanding of cause and effect and destiny.

In the great trend of heaven and earth, seek your own opportunities and fortune, and even if thousands of years pass and the thunder and lightning dry up, you will remain standing.

In response to Zhu Huang's words, the expressions of all the young geniuses changed slightly.

If Daxia collapses, the situation in Zhongtian Province will also be chaotic and turbulent, and the other major provinces may not be as honest and patient as they are now.

Zhu Huang said leisurely, "Da Xia's fate is approaching. Some time ago, my sect elders deduced that the golden dragon of its fate had dull dragon scales, broken dragon claws, and incomplete body damage. In the distant outer realm, the calamity star Mars is approaching, and the sky is suddenly in chaos. In Da Xia's territory, the calamity star is looming, and disaster is about to occur."

"Within ten years, the golden dragon of luck will dissipate, and Daxia will inevitably be doomed to collapse."

"However, it will probably take less than ten years. When the other sects notice that Daxia's luck is declining, they will be unable to hold back and attack Zhuolu Zhongzhou."

"Those great holy places in Dongyuan Province were driven out of Zhongtian Province by the previous emperor of Daxia. Now that a long time has passed, those great holy places will surely make a comeback and divide up Daxia's destiny resources."

"If we don't seize the opportunity, I'm afraid we won't even be able to drink soup when the time comes..."

As soon as he said this, the ears of all the young geniuses here suddenly buzzed and they were somewhat unbelievable.

It is as powerful as the Great Xia, shocking the world and suppressing all ethnic groups in the Nine Provinces. Dynasties and countries from all sides come to pay homage, and all immortal sects and Taoist sects dare not disobey.

Will this be the day of final destruction?

Everyone's mood suddenly became heavy.

In a house in another courtyard, Jiang Lan gathered all his thoughts, and his soul turned into a faint light and returned to the Taoist temple in his sea of ​​consciousness.

His face was calm and his eyes were deep.

The conversation between Han Yiming, Zhu Huang and others was covered by the secret treasure to prevent people from eavesdropping.

But he did not use his spiritual sense to investigate, but instead hid in the void by leaving his body.

Unless their spirits are much stronger than his, it would be difficult to find his trace.

Except for Ling Zhuyun who noticed something unusual at the time, no one else among the young geniuses knew about it, so he was actually just standing by, quietly listening to their conversation.

His original intention was to use the formation here to do something, but he didn't expect to hear the plans of Han Yiming and others.

In the original plot, it was indeed the case that various immortal sects joined forces to besiege Taiyi Sect.

His grandfather was plotting to seize the world and supporting the current leader of the Taiyi Sect, intending to establish the Immortal Dao League, which would be above all the sects in Kyushu.

As for the fading of Daxia's dragon luck, it was not in the original plot at all.

Jiang Lan guessed that it was Lin Fan's death that caused the development trajectory of all subsequent events to shift and change, but the appearance of Chu Yun made him realize that there might be some kind of corrective force in this world.

Therefore, Daxia’s current decline may only be temporary, and some unexpected changes may occur in the future.

"I never intended to let you go, and this just gives me an excuse..."

"Let my hypocritical conscience rest for a moment."

Jiang Lan's mind calmed down, and there was a quiet and tiny blood-red light flickering in his eyes.

At this moment, the world before his eyes changed. Colors, sounds, time and space seemed to be stripped away.

Soon, there were only a series of fuzzy lines in front of him. They seemed to have life and spread out in front of him, as if they were connected to some living beings.

These lines are either clear or blurred, some are extremely thick, while others are extremely thin.

Of course, even if he stretched out his hand, he could not touch it, as if it did not exist. However, because of the existence of the Fruit of Life, Jiang Lan was able to sense the existence of these life lines.

Apart from those lines that are almost as thin as hair and cover like a spider web, behind those slightly thicker life lines, there is a complete and powerful individual life.

Jiang Lan sensed it for just a moment before he felt a horrible sense of detachment in his mind. He became so dizzy that he could hardly see clearly and was about to fall to the ground.

This kind of area of ​​rules involving the easy deprivation of life is not something he can get involved in at all at the moment.

He had only felt it briefly before and had never used it, but he felt like his head was about to explode and his soul was about to collapse.

During this period, although he seemed to be enjoying himself leisurely, he actually did not slack off. He was using the bone visualization method to temper his soul, and the power of his soul increased rapidly.

Now he intends to make use of the formation here to make some moves. Naturally, there is no simpler and more direct way than this method of depriving people of their lives.

The next moment, Jiang Lan realized where the target was and focused his mind.

Within the range that he could perceive, a line suddenly broke, and then turned into ashes and disappeared.

After doing all this, Jiang Lan seemed to be exhausted. He leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, then took out some pills and swallowed them, only then did he feel better.

"It's better not to step into this field as it's not easy to do so at the moment..."

"If that guy was stronger, I would be the one whose head exploded." Jiang Lan calmed down, concealed the strange look in his eyes, and returned to his normal state.

The night is dark.

Chou hour.

In a remote, dilapidated, weed-covered blue brick house.

A young monk, with the token of the ancient Taoist sect hanging around his waist, is practicing with his eyes closed. Wisps of spiritual energy are surrounding him.

Suddenly, a ray of blood-red light flashed across the ground in front of him and turned into a strange little flag with a human face on it, surrounded by a gloomy wind.

The human face on the strange little flag showed a cruel sneer, suddenly pounced on the young monk, and bit his neck with a "puff".

The young monk was caught off guard and had no idea what was happening. His eyes were wide open with fear and despair.

The next moment, he let out a scream, and the flesh and blood on his body began to disappear. Soon, only a pool of blood was left on the spot.

The sudden scream quickly spread in the dead silent night, shrill and terrifying.

When the other disciples of the Ancient Dao Sect heard the noise, they rushed over immediately. However, when they saw the scene in front of them, they were all stunned, with fear and disbelief in their eyes.

"What's going on?"

"Why did Junior Brother Han die?"

"Oh no! Go and inform Senior Brother Han Yiming! Something has happened to his brother..."

All the disciples were horrified. Some of them were exploring the spot, looking for the murderer, while the rest went to find Han Yiming to report.

The disciple who suddenly died and disappeared before his eyes was Han Yiming's younger brother.

Because of his special status, he was able to be alone and have a courtyard to practice meditation, but now he died tragically here, leaving only a pool of inexplicable blood on the spot.

As a true disciple of the ancient Taoist sect, Han Yiming dotes on his younger brother and respects him very much. Even if he gets into trouble in the sect, he will easily deal with it.

If he knew that I died here like this, he would definitely be furious.

Soon, Han Yiming, with a gloomy face, rushed over, as well as some other disciples from other immortal sects, who had heard the commotion here and rushed over.

"Does anyone know what happened just now?" Han Yiming's palms trembled slightly, then he clenched them tightly, and his voice was low.

"Reporting to Senior Brother Han, we don't know. We just heard a scream and rushed over quickly, but unfortunately we didn't see anything in time."

“I didn’t even see Junior Brother Han Erlin’s body, let alone what happened.”

Several disciples who discovered the abnormality here at the first time spoke up hurriedly, fearing that they would be punished by Han Yiming and implicated.

"Who is so bold as to kill my brother right under my nose?"

Han Yiming took a deep breath, trying to suppress the grief and anger in his heart, and then waved his hand and said, "Go check, go check for me, I want to see who it is."

The scene of him and his younger brother relying on each other emerged in his mind.

As the eldest brother, he practiced cultivation all year round and never disciplined his younger brother, which made him arrogant and conceited, and he offended many people in the sect.

But because of his presence, no one dared to say anything.

When the inheritance of Master Zixia's cave was revealed, he had originally planned to fight for it for his younger brother, but who would have thought that they would be separated suddenly, and right under his nose.

Han Yiming suppressed the murderous intent and grief in his heart, and secretly swore in his heart that he would avenge him.

No matter who the enemy is, or what grudges he has with his brother, as long as he dares to kill his brother, he will make him pay a hundred times the price.

The next morning, there was a light mist and the air was fresh.

Ling Zhuyun was awakened by the noisy discussions outside the yard.

She rubbed her eyebrows to regain consciousness, then put on a veil, folded up the futon, left the house and went outside.

"What happened?" she asked the Yao Chi Sect disciple beside her.

"Reporting to the Saint, the younger brother of Han Yiming, a disciple of the ancient Taoist sect, died tragically last night. Only a pool of blood was left on the spot. As a result, Han Yiming was furious and asked his disciples to search everywhere to find the real murderer who killed his brother." The Yao Chi Sect disciple replied hurriedly.

"Dead?"

"Just a pool of blood?"

Ling Zhuyun was surprised, and then seemed to have thought of something. She frowned and walked outside with a serious expression.

Many cultivators have gathered in the open space outside the village, including young and old cultivators, as well as many independent cultivators.

Han Yiming had an indifferent expression as he stood there, examining the group of cultivators in front of him.

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The disciples of the Ancient Dao Sect surrounded the suspicious monks in front of them to prevent them from escaping.

"This is too much. Can the ancient sect of Taoism decide the life and death of a person so easily?"

"We know nothing and we can't be the murderer. Why are you surrounding us here like this? Is this the style of a great sect?"

"We didn't even leave the house yesterday. All the Taoist brothers present can testify to this. How could we possibly kill someone from the Ancient Dao Sect? Are we being ignorant of life and death and thinking that we have too long to live?"

Many people had dissatisfied, angry and upset expressions on their faces.

Several monks of the older generation with impressive cultivation bases snorted coldly, their words full of mockery and dissatisfaction.

The disciples of the Celestial Demon Palace, the Human King Palace, the Biyou Cave Heaven and other immortal sects stood aside with indifferent expressions, showing signs of supporting the ancient sect of Wendao.

In the land of Kyushu, the gap between famous sects and independent practitioners is as huge as heaven and earth.

At the same realm, it is almost impossible for a casual cultivator to defeat a disciple from a large sect, unless he is extremely blessed and has other opportunities and luck.

The disciples from various major sects all looked indifferent towards these independent cultivators and were not bothered to say anything at all.

"What happened?"

"Are you arguing so early in the morning?"

Jiang Lan came over surrounded by a group of knights and geniuses. Seeing this scene, he asked with a hint of surprise.

"My lord, it seems that someone died in the Wendao Ancient Sect last night." Ao Xu on the side replied.

Jiang Lan smiled casually and said, "It's just a dead person. The ancient sect of Wendao is so powerful. Do you want to interrogate everyone?"

The death of Han Yiming's brother was naturally caused by him.

In fact, Jiang Lan did not expect that this breaking of the lifeline and the stripping of life was not a death without reason, but implied some reasonable rules.

However, even if Han Yiming's brother was not killed by the flag formation set up by Taoist Zixia, he would probably have died in an accident later, such as being possessed by a demon or something.

This method implies God's will and controls life, which is similar to the god of death walking in the world.

When Han Yiming heard Jiang Lan's words, his face darkened, but he did not dare to show off his power to Jiang Lan.

"Brother Han, can you let me take a look at the scene? Then I can make a decision."

At this time, Ling Zhuyun came over. She had a slender and well-proportioned figure, skin as white as jade, and a gleaming lustre. Although her face was covered with a veil, it could not conceal her holy and otherworldly demeanor.

As the quasi-saint of the Yao Chi Sect, she is by no means an ordinary disciple, so her words are naturally convincing.

"Thank you, Saint Zhuyun."

Han Yiming nodded and did not refuse. He then took Ling Zhuyun away. The other cultivators followed as well. They also wanted to know who was so cruel that they dared to brutally kill his brother in front of Han Yiming.

After Ye Ming got the news and left the yard, he was a little surprised. After he finished the investigation and returned to the house, it was almost dawn and he didn't know what had happened last night.

"According to what the old ghost said, it might be because of the formation..." he guessed secretly in his heart.

"really……"

After arriving at the murder scene last night, Ling Zhuyun only needed to take a glance at the remaining aura fluctuations, and she knew everything in her heart.

Jiang Lan seemed surprised as well, so he moved closer and took a look.

Li Daoyi, who was standing behind him, took a look with a startled look in his eyes. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Saint Zhuyun should have some guesses, right?"

Ling Zhuyun glanced at everyone and nodded, "It must be related to the Blood Immortal Cult. This is the Blood Immortal Cult's method of collecting nutrients for blood sacrifices."

When she said this, a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes, but she quickly recovered.

Hearing this, Han Yiming, She Mou, Qi Heng and other young geniuses were all stunned, and then they reacted and their expressions changed.

They were naturally familiar with the name of the Blood Immortal Cult.

Even today, there are still many cultivators who are terrified of this existence. In the past, the Blood Immortal Sect almost subverted the entire land of Kyushu.

“Even Saint Zhuyun said so, so it must be the work of the remnants of the Blood Immortal Cult. We didn’t expect that people from the Blood Immortal Cult would infiltrate our place.” A young genius said in a cold voice with anger on his face.

But his words made many people look uneasy. If this was the case, then wouldn't it mean that everyone around him could be a remnant of the Blood Immortal Cult, and could also be the murderer of last night?

"Some time ago, I heard that the Wanfa Sect in Danzhou County was harboring the remnants of the Xuexian Sect. It was cleared out by the Zhenxian Division, and many elders died. Finally, a lair was discovered."

"Even a famous sect like the Wanfa Sect cannot guarantee whether its disciples are involved with the Blood Immortal Sect."

"Everyone here seems to be a suspect." Jiang Lan said slowly at this time, with a faint smile on his lips, as if he didn't mind the big deal at all.

Anyway, everyone is a suspect, except him. After all, who would suspect a weak nobleman who is powerless and can only rely on others for protection?

Jiang Lan's words also made everyone here look gloomy.

Even Ao Xu and others behind him looked at each other, showing some caution and vigilance.

Ling Zhuyun glanced at Jiang Lan and felt a little annoyed by his attitude of not making a big deal out of the matter or the panic.

"It seems that in this matter, we can only trouble you to prove your innocence." Han Yiming said with a wooden face.

He also didn't expect that his brother's death would actually involve the Blood Immortal Sect.

"We were all with our disciples last night, and all of you can attest to that."

"Brother Han, don't worry."

She Mou, Cai Yun, Qi Heng and other young geniuses all spoke up.

No one wants to be involved with the Blood Immortal Cult at this time. If things get serious, even the family sects behind them will be implicated.

If it was done by one of his fellow disciples, with their sensitivity, it would be impossible for them not to notice the movement.

Ling Zhuyun nodded. With her powerful perception, she could tell who was lying at a glance.

The young geniuses from all the major sects have neither the motive nor the reason to do so. Unless they are truly stupid, why would they take action at this juncture?

"The most likely ones are those independent cultivators. It would be best to ask them to open their sea of ​​consciousness and allow us to investigate."

“The Blood Immortal Sect involves many people, and no one can be let off.” She Mou’s eyes were cold as he swept across the group of casual cultivators.

The group of casual cultivators all looked panicked, unable to hide their anger.

At this time, Qi Heng suddenly stared at Ye Ming who was following behind, and said in a cold voice, "We can all swear by our inner demons that we never left the house last night. I wonder where this Brother Lin went last night and who he was with."

Hearing what he said, many people looked over at once.

Ye Ming knew that he would be suspected after this incident. The reason why he fell behind by several steps was that he was thinking about how to deal with it.

Upon hearing this, Ling Zhuyun looked at Ye Ming with some surprise, and her brows frowned inadvertently.

"Brother Ye, were you still with Saint Zhu Yun last night?"

Jiang Lan also asked with a chuckle at this time, and looked at Ling Zhuyun with a smile.

still?

Ling Zhuyun was puzzled, and then suddenly thought of what she said at the tea-making meeting that day.

That was the first time she lied in her life, in order to cover up the truth that Ye Ming assassinated Jiang Lan.

After all, Ye Ming had good intentions, and for her sake, in order to save the disciples of Yao Chi Sect, she should repay the favor.

But Jiang Lan's slightly teasing words, could it be that he knew that she had lied that day? Or was it just something he said casually?

"Because of some things last night, I left the village and went to the mountains. I wanted to find out the route as early as possible to avoid wasting everyone's time..." Ye Ming took a deep breath and said calmly.

"Brother Ye really has good intentions. He has obviously spent a lot of energy coming here, but he still has the energy and mind to break the formation and find a way." Qi Heng sneered.

"Several seniors from the Tiangong Creation Institute have said frankly that they need to expend a lot of energy to deduce and break the formation. Brother Ye is extremely talented. Not only does he not get tired, he even has time to explore further. He is really amazing..."

He had been unhappy with Ye Ming for a long time, and now he felt that there were many suspicious points about this guy, so he started to mock him.

"There is not a single falsehood in what I said." Ye Ming said without changing his expression.

"What you said is true. Who knows whether you have any relationship with the remnants of the Blood Immortal Sect? Do you dare to swear on your Taoist heart?" Qi Heng snorted coldly.

Ye Ming's face froze. Although he had been to the Blood Plateau and obtained some things from the Blood Immortal Cult, he really had no relationship with the remnants of the Blood Immortal Cult.

But in his previous words, he concealed the most important point, which is about the formation of this place.

He also hoped to use the formation here to trap and kill Jiang Lan.

"Brother Ye has good intentions. Qi Heng, why do you have to be so aggressive? If Brother Ye is suspicious, why would he leave such obvious flaws to arouse suspicion?"

At this time, Jiang Lan suddenly waved his hand to stop Qi Heng, then looked at Ye Ming with interest and said, "I do believe in Brother Ye's character, but in order to convince everyone, Brother Ye might as well prove his innocence directly."

Ye Ming looked at him, frowning slightly, but still asked calmly, "How do you prove it?"

"It's quite simple. Brother Ye, open your Sumeru Ring and other items. If Brother Ye has any connection with the Blood Immortal Sect, there must be items related to the Blood Immortal Sect."

"Of course, the Xumi Ring is a personal property, so we will not easily investigate it. Then I will trouble Saint Zhuyun to check it. I believe you will not doubt Saint Zhuyun's character, right?"

"Brother Ye, you should also trust Saint Zhu Yun."

Jiang Lan spoke slowly with a smile on his face, and the last two sentences were obviously directed to Ling Zhuyun.

Qi Heng said dissatisfiedly, "Mr. Jiang, you know that this guy was brought by Saint Zhuyun, and you still..."

"Are you doubting that Saint Zhuyun is biased?" Jiang Lan asked with a faint smile.

Qi Heng was suddenly speechless.

Ye Ming did not expect that Jiang Lan would come up with this solution. Of course, no matter from which perspective, it is indeed the best solution.

It is also the easiest to convince people.

But this was the method he least wanted and was least willing to use.

When Ling Zhuyun heard this, she looked at Jiang Lan with a little surprise and secretly wondered what he meant.

After going around in circles, he wanted me to investigate Ye Ming's Sumeru Ring? Could it be that there was something shameful inside Ye Ming's Sumeru Ring? He trusted me so much, wasn't he afraid that I would cover up for Ye Ming again like I did that day?

While Ling Zhuyun was thinking, she also noticed Ye Ming's hesitation at the moment.

It was obvious that Ye Ming had a secret and didn't want himself to investigate his Sumeru Ring.

Ling Zhuyun had some guesses in her mind, and she sighed barely perceptibly, intending to refuse.

She is not interested in other people's secrets.

But she also understood that Ye Ming was not as upright and magnanimous as he appeared to be in front of her.

If she were faced with such a situation and fell into Ye Ming's situation, she could take out her Sumeru Ring without hesitation to prove her innocence.

But Ye Ming couldn't do it...

She suppressed the disappointment in her eyes. Of course, she would not do anything to Ye Ming because of this, but she would not trust him to the extent of making an exception and lying for him as before.

"Bamboo rhyme..."

Ye Ming also knew that his hesitation just now had aroused Ling Zhuyun's suspicion.

He was indeed a little flustered and hesitant. After all, there were things related to the Blood Immortal Sect in his Sumeru Ring.

At this moment, Ye Ming felt extremely regretful and hated Jiang Lan to the core. If he had known earlier, he would not be so greedy and would keep him to see if he could be useful in the future.

Now it has become a weapon to destroy the trust between him and Ling Zhuyun.

Ye Ming's actions at this moment also aroused suspicion among the geniuses here.

Jiang Lan suppressed the smile on his face. He could clearly feel the huge amount of luck surging into his Niwan Palace again.

The seeds of disappointment have been sown.

After this, it was almost impossible for Ye Ming to win the beauty.

Once a trust gap exists, it will continue to widen and cannot be repaired.

Just like what happened between Jiang Ruxian and him.

Boom!!!

However, just when everyone wanted to take action by force and explore Ye Ming's Sumeru Ring.

From deep within the mountains where purple mist was surging, there was a sudden violent tremor, as if some powerful creature was about to revive, or even more like a dragon turning over.

The whole earth was rumbling, the mountains were shaking, and all living things were terrified.

Brilliant rays of light gushed out from there.

Even though they were obscured by the purple clouds, they were still clearly visible. One after another, there were magical instruments wrapped in the rosy clouds, shining brightly. They might be a divine furnace, a bronze tripod, or a long sword, and they kept passing through the sky like rain.

"Zixia Zhenjun's cave has been revealed..."

I don't know which genius suddenly exclaimed, and everyone's attention was drawn to him, with expressions of great surprise and excitement on their faces.

At this time, no one cared about Ye Ming. Even Han Yiming, who was immersed in the grief of losing his brother, was attracted by his attention and could not hide his joy on his face.

In other directions, many talented monks who had arrived here early also noticed this scene and rushed towards that direction quickly in excitement.

"I have waited for so many years, and finally this day has come."

“God will not let down those who work hard.”

"Zixia Zhenjun's inheritance belongs to the old Taoist, and no one can compete for it."

Under the Zixia Temple, in a magnificent and profound underground palace.

There is an ancient altar where Taoist Zixia sits cross-legged.

He sensed the movement outside, his eyes suddenly opened, shooting out two rays of divine light, and his whole body trembled with surprise and joy.

Then, he stood up and left, took a step, and instantly appeared in Zixia Mountain.

At the same time, with a flick of his wide robe, one human-faced flag after another flew out and quickly sank into the ground. The formation patterns moved, and the momentum of heaven and earth also rumbled.

Wisp of purple mist kept gushing out. The purple mist that originally shrouded the mountains suddenly grew larger, boundless and endless, and directly submerged the mountains.

If the thin mist before allowed one to see an area of ​​several feet around, the purple mist now swept over and literally covered the entire Zixia Mountain Range, leaving one unable to see one's hand in front of one's face.

The sky and the earth suddenly became dark, and all light was blocked.

“No one can compete with Lao Dao.”

"All of you die."

Taoist Zixia's originally indifferent expression became somewhat ferocious at this moment. He muttered something, spat out a mouthful of blood, and sacrificed a dazzling ancient mirror, hanging high in the air.

"Chi, chi, chi..."

The light falls in strands, bright and dazzling.

It was as bright as the sun, and wherever it shone, there were screams. Figures exploded and died tragically on the way to search for the cave.

The earth veins converge, the essence of heaven and earth rushes out, dragons turn into tigers, and continuously pounce on the cultivators who come here.

"Someone is planning this."

It was not until this time that some people realized that something was wrong and their faces looked extremely ugly.

But he had no time to care about anything else and could only try his best to kill those creatures transformed from their essence.

"Protect the young master."

In front of the village, Ao Xu, Luo Ying, Li Daoyi and others were also caught off guard by this sudden scene.

By the time they reacted, a thick purple fog came over and covered everything around.

Not to mention Jiang Lan, they didn't even know where they were. They could only occasionally hear screams coming from not far away.

"The young master can't be found."

Divine light shot out from Li Daoyi's eyes and turned into a sharp sword, dispersing the surrounding fog. It sensed the breath of Ao Xu and others and quickly gathered towards them.

Ao Xu and his group did not disperse, and a group of knights were also nearby, but everyone looked a little uneasy.

At that moment of shock and tremor just now, they were all attracted by the strange phenomenon of the emergence of the cave. When they came to their senses, Jiang Lan disappeared.

If something happens to the young master, the heads of all the people here combined will not be enough to lose.

Li Daoyi took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and began to think about how to search. The inheritance and fortune of Master Zixia was no longer important. The most urgent task was to find Jiang Lan first.

Jiang Lan has no cultivation at all, and this place is definitely not a good place.

Could it be that someone had just taken him away? The man surnamed Ye? At this moment, Li Daoyi noticed a figure appearing in front of him. He was startled for a moment, but soon came to his senses.

“…”

It was a tall and slender figure, wearing a slightly loose long gauze skirt, her hair was like clouds, with a jade hairpin inserted diagonally, and a misty veil lightly covering her fair and flawless face.

A pair of clear eyes like glass, without a trace of emotion, like an ice sculpture, with a cold breath, keep away from strangers.

But the expression on his face at this moment seemed a little dull.

"Junior Sister Li."

Li Daoyi stepped forward, bowed and spoke in a polite tone.

Li Mengning did not respond to him, as if she had not yet come to her senses.

Where was Jiang Lan, who was so old? How could she disappear in the blink of an eye?

(End of this chapter)