The king will never go to court

Chapter 319 Hunting, Prey, Hunter
"How is it possible, who are you?"

A disciple of Yuntian Sect vomited blood, his eyes were full of unwillingness, and he fell straight facing the ground.

Xie Wufeng took a photo with his right hand, and all the Xuankong rings from the surrounding corpses floated into his hands.With a movement of the divine mind, all the spiritual stones stored in the Xuankong ring were collected.

In the past few days, dozens of disciples of Yuntianzong have been killed, Xie Wufeng has obtained hundreds of spirit stones, and his own aura is constantly getting stronger.

"Poyun Continent? Yuntianzong? What exactly are you looking for?"

Xie Wufeng frowned slightly, and learned from this group of monks that they went down to the realm this time to find something.

Xie Wufeng's eyes were fixed, and a spiritual energy in his hand wrapped the wrist of the disciple who had just died, and pulled it in front of him.

"This kind of rune again? It can be concluded that it is a tracking formation."

The doubts in Xie Wufeng's heart became more and more serious. In the initial confrontation, he could clearly feel that this group of people was clearly coming for him.

"Are they looking for me? How is this possible?"

Xie Wufeng raised his head expressionlessly and glanced at the huge vortex above the sky. Ordinary people can't see the passage clearly, but for him, he can see it very clearly.

Yun Tianzong of Poyun Continent used two wall-breaking formations to open up this universe and the universe they are in.

With a swipe of the palm, the corpses on the ground were shaken into powder by the strong wind and scattered in the void.

This time, among the hundreds of disciples of Yuntian Sect, everyone carried a lot of spirit stones with them.Many of the disciples searched in groups.

Before, Xie Wufeng killed a few disciples who were alone, but the five monks he killed just now were a small team, and one of them had already reached the third level of the Tianshu state.

"I just don't know how long the Dao of Heaven in this universe can last. If it doesn't work, I can hide and forcibly suppress the realm of descending monks." Xie Wufeng's mouth curved slightly, thinking to himself.

Flying over the snow-capped mountains at the foot, Xie Wufeng landed in a small mountainside town at the foot of the mountain. He saw that there were still many people living in the city, and their lives remained unchanged from usual.

The emperor issued a relocation order. Although some aristocratic families went to Tianlong City, there were still a large number of ordinary people who decided to stay.

"Yongping City"

It is more than 10,000 miles away from Tianlong City, and it is the largest city outside the formation protection, and it is also Xie Wufeng's destination this time.

Xie Wufeng walked into the city, looked at the passers-by on the street, and there were young men hawking beside the wine shop on the street.

Soon, there was a loud noise in the distance, and many people rushed along the long street towards Xie Wufeng's location.

There are also a large number of warriors mixed in, most of them are warriors from major families who are responsible for escorting the spar to Tianlong City.

Everyone's face was full of panic, and it seemed that they were about to leave the city in a hurry and flee to the direction of Tianlong City.

All of a sudden, a sword sound resounded through the entire city, and the faces of the warriors who heard the sound became more and more panicked, and some people even had panicked expressions on their faces.

Xie Wufeng didn't care about the reaction of the people on the street, but went into an inn by the street and asked for a room.

Sitting on the bed in the guest room, Xie Wufeng slowly spread his consciousness, and moved towards the long sword above the city that shrieked.

With the continuous spread of consciousness, Xie Wufeng clearly felt the situation of the people in the city.Outside the east gate of the city, a convoy of dozens of carriages was stopped by several disciples of Yuntianzong.

There were more than a dozen corpses behind the convoy, obviously the result of rebelling against the disciples of Yun Tianzong.

The leader, a young man in a light blue robe, was looking at the martial artist kneeling on the ground with a haughty face, and sneered.

"You mean, before we came, your so-called dynasty had already ordered the people to move towards the imperial capital to the west?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Please spare my life." The martial artist kneeling on the ground begged heartbreakingly, with blood continuously overflowing from his body.

The leading Yuntian Sect disciple waved his hand, and a gust of wind knocked the martial artist in front of him into the air, rolling several tens of feet in the air before landing.

After landing, the warrior has become a pool of mud.

Then he shook his right hand towards the void, and the long sword floating above the entire city cut through the void and appeared in his hand in an instant.

The long sword is simple and heavy, the whole body of the sword is emerald green, and the hilt and blade are engraved with complicated moiré patterns, among which are lingering light green streamers.

This person is Liu Zhengyang, the elder brother of more than ten Yuntianzong disciples here, and one of the nine direct disciples of the sect.

"Senior brother Liu, this group of lowly people from the lower realms obviously know that we are coming. Could it be that they know what the sect wants us to come down to find?"

A disciple on the side had a gloomy face, his mind was full of thoughts, and he reminded in a low voice.

Liu Zhengyang glanced back at the several juniors behind him, and gave instructions to one of them. "Junior Sister Wang and the others should have already found an inn. Let's rest for a few days first. I will send a message to the other disciples. At that time, everyone can go to the imperial capital of the dynasty together."

"Follow Senior Brother Liu's orders."

Everyone bowed their hands towards Liu Zhengyang and saluted.

On the other side, Xie Wufeng was planning to spy on the ancient sword that could suppress an entire city, but before the divine sense enveloped it, the ancient sword disappeared into the void in an instant.

This time, the spread of spiritual consciousness, under the blessing of spiritual power, none of the Yuntianzong monks in the city noticed.

"Let's get rid of these people halfway. This is just the beginning, and the normal operation of the formation must be maintained."

"After these monks are dealt with, Yuntian Sect will definitely send a group of new disciples. By then, we can get more spirit stones."

When the Tianmen was just opened, Xie Wufeng was planning to leave this continent.When he stared at the endless darkness in the vortex of Tianmen, he felt that a pair of eyes were looking at him.

If he sneaks in secretly, he will definitely be discovered by the other party.

It is better to deal with this group of foreign monks in the lower realm than to break in by force.

When Xie Wufeng was thinking about how to deal with this group of monks in the city, a young woman in a light blue robe was slender, with black hair reaching her waist and a belt fluttering.

Half of her face was covered by a tulle, a pair of black eyebrows were curved, and her agile eyes swept over everyone in the lobby.

The woman who appeared was none other than Xiannvfeng's personal descendant, Wang Yuzhen.Behind him were five female disciples of the Yuntian Sect.

One of the female disciples of the Yuntian Sect quickly stepped forward, placed the long sword in her hand across the counter of the inn, and said in a cold voice.

"I'll give you half a quarter of an hour to clear the inn, otherwise."

"Yo, this chick has such a big temper!" Sitting in the lobby, a middle-aged warrior with a rough figure had a smirk in his eyes, rubbed his fingers on his chin, looked up and down at the group of women who had just walked into the inn, and laughed loudly. road.

Standing in front of the counter, the female disciple of Yuntian Sect turned her head to the side, her eyes were fixed, and there was a palpitating coldness in her eyes.

The middle-aged martial artist who had a smirk just now shuddered all over his body, trembling in his thighs, and slurred his speech.

"I, I, I'm going, please be a heroine."

Before the middle-aged warrior finished speaking, the female disciple of the Yuntian Sect was still in place. The next moment, a clone appeared beside the middle-aged warrior, and a cold light flashed across the warrior's neck.

There was no blood splatter, and the two bowl-sized scars on the neck of the middle-aged warrior were tightly sealed by a gust of cold air, not a single drop of blood spurted out.

(End of this chapter)