Three days later.
The area controlled by the immortals, Sihai City.
The second floor of "Mountain Teahouse".
A young man in black slowly sipped the spiritual tea in the cup with a look of enjoyment on his face.
Soon, someone knocked on the wooden door of the compartment, and a thin young man walked in quickly, put a note on the table, and then said without turning his head: "Sorry, we went to the wrong place."
Then he quickly walked downstairs and left.
The young man in black took the note in his hand, took a look at it, then burned it into ashes and collected the ashes.
"Room A, No. 3, Treasure Refining Pavilion."
After repeating it in his mind, the young man stood up, paid for the tea, and at the respectful greeting of the owner, left the teahouse and walked directly to a deserted place in the east of the city.
Soon, he appeared in a gray stone building guarded by various protective formations.
After just standing at the door for a short while, many Hedao and even Daoxue monks came in and out.
"Hello, what can I do for you?"
Soon, an old man in a gray robe with great cultivation walked out quickly and politely asked the young man in black standing at the door.
However, while asking, he also checked the young man's cultivation level.
After sensing that the other party had river cultivation skills, the old man immediately showed a respectful look on his face.
Judging from the other person’s age, he is definitely under a hundred years old.
If one can reach the Hedao level within a hundred years, he would be at least a genius among the major sects.
Such a person must have a strong background.
Being able to stand in front of the door of this Treasure Refining Pavilion means a big business.
"I have a relic, and I would like to borrow your Refining Treasure Pavilion to complete the final memorial ceremony for it. I just wonder if the fire here can meet my requirements?"
The young man in black asked casually.
The old man quickly invited him into the building, and in a separate secret room, the young man in black took out the things he wanted to sacrifice.
"This is..." The old man just saw the sword in the young man's hand. After a moment of shock, he said in shock: "Qing-Qinglin--"
"puff!"
Before he finished his words, the sword in the young man's hand pierced half an inch into the old man's brain, instantly crushing his spiritual power.
The young man then said to himself, "This method of shattering the soul and settling the spirit can only last for half an incense stick of time. After that, as his soul collapses, his life lamp will certainly go out. This means that I only have half an incense stick of time."
The air around his body suddenly fluctuated, and his appearance and aura instantly became exactly the same as that of the old man!
Then, with a smile on his face, the old man pushed open the door of the secret room, walked out, and went straight to the secret room A!
The young man in black who transformed into an old man was none other than Xu Feng who was heading to the Blood Sea Pavilion.
He was sent to Sihai City just to kill one person!
The former disciple of the seventh elder of Xuanmeng - Zhuo Shiqing!
This was the last person on his list that he could easily kill now.
As for the others, they are either in the depths of the area controlled by the immortals, or their whereabouts are completely elusive.
The reason why he chose to take action at this time was to catch the enemy by surprise.
Everyone thought he was going to the Blood Sea Pavilion to negotiate.
Even if this information was passed on to Xianye, no one would have thought that he would dare to appear in Sihai City at this time to assassinate Zhuo Shiqing.
However, Xu Feng not only thought so, but also actually did it.
In front of the door of secret room No. 3.
Xu Feng slowly moved his arm and rang a bell in front of the secret room door.
This is an item specially set up outside the secret room to contact the monks inside the secret room in an emergency.
As long as you use spiritual power to activate it, a slight sound can be heard from the secret room.
This bell has been processed with special patterns, and the sound it makes will not scare the monks, but it can wake them up from a certain fixed state.
As the bell rang, a strange force in the secret room suddenly became active.
There is a hint of majesty mixed in this elemental force, which is obviously immortal power.
boom--
Amidst a slight roar, the door of the secret room slowly opened, and a young man with drooping eyebrows appeared at the door. He frowned, looked at Xu Feng outside the door and asked, "What's the matter?"
At this moment, Xu Feng stepped forward with an anxious look on his face and whispered, "News came from outside that the Immortal Alliance headquarters was destroyed by the human race, thousands of immortals fled in all directions, and the human race has already killed them outside Sihai City!"
Zhuo Shiqing's frown suddenly smoothed out, and he asked in shock, "What?!!!"
Just as he was shaken, the gray-clothed old man in front of him suddenly became distorted.
Zhuo Shiqing instantly sensed something was wrong, and with all the energy surging throughout his body, he took a step back abruptly. However, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and heard a voice behind him: "Casual cultivator Duanmu Qing, aged 42, died in the Blood Soul Valley 87,000 miles away from the Demon Border battlefield..."
"His cultivation level was the ninth level of the Soul Condensation. When he died, his heart meridians were shattered and he was killed by a single blow."
"Holding the Northern Feather Fan, he loves wine the most!"
Zhuo Shiqing didn't even have time to hear these last few words before his soul died and his energy collapsed.
Even the immortal energy that he relied on most in his daily life did not provide any protection.
Slowly drawing out the Qinglin Sword, Xu Feng walked out of the secret room and disappeared into the street.
A moment later, a terrifying roar rose from the center of Sihai City, shocking the entire city.
However, he had no place to vent his anger.
Because the murderer had already fled thousands of miles away and his whereabouts are unknown.
Only a jar of wine was left on the spot.
Divine Brew - the most expensive wine in the Xuan Realm!
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