Immortal Way Retrograde

Chapter 183 Silver Mask
When Duan Li returned to the inn, Cheng Qingqian was still meditating and adjusting her breath. He didn't choose to interrupt or go in, but stood in front of her door, and looked at her intently and seriously through the window.

Duan Li silently placed the sound transmission talisman in front of the window, turned and left.

He closed his eyes, his hands began to form seals at an extremely fast speed, and the last red barrier formed suddenly, wrapping Cheng Qingqian's house firmly in it.

Shallow, goodbye...

A red elixir flashed past Duan Li's lips, and he summoned the flying sword with firm eyes, and disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant.

As a disciple of the Tianjin Sect, he had no choice but to return when the sect was in trouble, but please allow him a little selfishness...

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Duan Li thought that something might happen to his sect, but he didn't expect that what he saw was even more tragic than what he imagined.

Before he had passed the formation, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

Duan Li couldn't imagine how many people had died to have such a strong smell...

The more he walked up the mountain, the more terrified he became. Before he reached the formation, he had already seen mottled blood. It was obvious that there had been a fight here.

At this time, Duan Li had already pulled his cordon to the highest level, and he used his spiritual sense to search for every possible figure on a large scale, but unfortunately, there was no one here.

Does it mean it's over?

Duan Li always felt that it was impossible, he took a deep breath, and finally stepped into one formation after another, starting the road to return to the clan.

Usually, every time he returned to the clan, it was like going home. Although he always had a sense of joy on his face, but this time his journey back to the clan was full of tension and anxiety.

Duan Li remembered a sentence that my junior sister had said a long time ago, she said that she always felt uneasy and wanted to return to the sect as soon as possible.

At that time, he only thought that something was going to happen to Yunlingmen, but now that he thinks about it, the little junior sister's uneasiness does not come from the sect.

He should have thought more, he should have felt it earlier...

Self-blame and guilt piled up in Duan Li's heart, besides that, there was probably a faint fear.

What should be faced, is still faced.

The sect where blood flowed like a river, and the mountain of corpses everywhere.

As soon as Duan Li stepped into the sect, he saw such a terrifying scene.

The plaque of the Zongmen did not know when it fell to the ground and was smashed to pieces. In addition, it was also splattered with blood of unknown origin.

The sect was surprisingly quiet, as if it had lost any living beings.

Duan Li stumbled to the front of the mountain of corpses, identifying familiar faces one after another on it, including ordinary people and disciples of the Sky Cinder Sect.

One of the men and women stared at something, as if looking at something in horror, Duan Li silently closed their eyes.

These two people obviously greeted them before they left the mountain, but they never thought that turning around would be a farewell forever.

Duan Li got up silently, and silently sacrificed his magic weapon.

This is a dark green tome, a magic weapon that he never used in Dabi. The tome shone with a bright halo, completely covering the mountain of corpses in the halo.

The halo dissipated, and the originally somewhat dirty corpse became extremely neat, and those who had not closed their eyes slowly closed their eyes.

The disciples of the Ember Sect shouldn't be treated like this.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" The applause sounded in the silence was particularly obvious and abrupt.

"It's not in vain that I've waited for so long, and finally one came back. It seems that the group of trash from the Yunlingmen Sect slipped through the net, and it didn't make me wait in vain."

The man in black walked slowly from the direction of the main hall. His face was completely covered by the silver demon mask, making it impossible to distinguish this man through his facial features. Height, and can not accurately identify its body shape.

In other words, this itself was a premeditated massacre.

In addition to this person, Duan Li Huanyin noticed a few living auras in the hall, and they were undoubtedly his accomplices.

Duan Li's usually calm face showed rare anger, "How did you get in here!"

Even if someone at the foot of the mountain knew the general direction of the Ember Sect, there was absolutely no one with the strength to crack the entry formation of the Ember Sect.

"Yo, I'm angry, don't be angry, the reason why we were able to get in is actually thanks to your Uncle Liu!"

Duan Li's mind buzzed, he seemed to be deaf for a moment, and he couldn't understand what this man was saying.

"Oh, don't doubt, he didn't actually betray you, he was just quietly followed by my people when he came back from the injury."

Duan Li's mind instantly cleared up, "You are another group of people who compete with Dongchen Island for the success of the king's policy!"

"It's a quick guess, yes, it's us. But we don't only do these things."

Duan Li's eyes revealed cruelty, "My sect has no hidden plans for inheriting the emperor, why did you kill us all like this!"

The silver mask suddenly laughed, "Your sect may not have Cheng Junce hidden, but you disciples may not be clean. I thought, you will always return to the sect, so why not just go back to the sect It's better to wait here.

Who would have thought that these old stubborn members of your sect would not welcome us.

That being the case, we can only use alternative means to stay...

Ah, don't worry, your master and uncle are not dead yet, after all I still want to exchange them for Cheng Junce. "

Having said that, the silver mask moved a few inches closer to Duan Li's direction, and his voice wrapped around his thoughts like a viscous poisonous snake, "So, child, do you have a plan for the emperor?"

Duan Li's mind went blank the moment these words came to an end, and his eyes became dull and lifeless.

This is the absolute suppression of high-level monks on low-level monks. As long as the other party wants to, he can even turn him into a fool instantly.

But the other party obviously didn't have such evil tastes, and they did this just to hear him tell the truth.

"No." An empty and stiff voice drifted out of Duan Li's mouth, without any emotional fluctuations.

Silver Mask seemed a little unhappy when he heard this sentence, "No again... Could it be that Shifang's rumors are false? It seems that your sect is really hated and poisoned by people? I don't know if it's a provocation. Whose head is it? Even I have become a weapon in the opponent's hand."

After talking to himself, he seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Duan Li with slightly bright eyes, "Then, what about your other classmates? Does anyone have Cheng Junce?"

Duan Li's pupils began to shrink and enlarge sharply, as if he was resisting this external oppressive force in his brain.

(End of this chapter)