sword from heaven

Chapter 240 Divine Mirror (fourth update)
He appeared on a mountain outside Yueyun City, sat on a rock on the mountain peak, and looked at Yueyun City from afar.

At this time, the magic eye has already entered the top of Yueyun City, without causing any fluctuations, and can see the entire Yueyun City clearly.

Even Jingnian Pagoda can be seen clearly.

The Jingnian Pagoda can't stop his gaze now, it seems that with the strengthening of his realm, his Tianhui's eyesight also strengthens.

It may also be due to the strength of one's own spirit.

Keep beheading masters, and directly pull their souls into their own spiritual power, so that the spirit will continue to strengthen.

With the power of magic eyes, he looked at the masters in Yueyun City one by one, and finally he shook his head, he still had to pass the qi-watching technique.

Thinking of this, he fluttered down the mountain, turned into an ordinary Tianmei, and entered Yueyun City leisurely.

He quickly walked around the city lord's mansion, and fell into the city lord's mansion silently. With the help of Zhetianjue and escapism, he did not disturb others.

The security of the City Lord's Mansion is not strict, but rather loose.

Yueyun City was able to block the masters of the Middle Earth, which made the entire Yueyun City very relaxed, and its vigilance was greatly reduced.

What's more, they have never paid attention to the masters of China.

Song Yunge quietly came to the outside of the hall, and then stood directly outside the hall, the old god was there.

The eight middle-aged men in the hall did not notice anything unusual, thinking that he was the guard of the mansion, and continued to speak their own words.

"According to me, it is enough to directly dispatch the Taisu Divine Soldiers to kill this Song Yunge. Why bother to blame and sneak attack? It's too unpleasant!" A middle-aged man with a round face curled his lips dissatisfied: "No matter how powerful he is, he's only one person, and it's not worth the effort!"

"Brother Patriarch, you still have to be careful." Another middle-aged man with a square face shook his head: "This Song Yunge is very evil, and it is not appropriate to confront him head-on."

"No matter how powerful you are, you can only be a master of Middle Earth. Killing him is like slaughtering a chicken!" The round-faced middle-aged man chuckled and said, "Or leave it to my apprentice, let him practice his skills."

"Your apprentice is no match for him."

"Not now, but maybe in the future. He is in seclusion, and he wants to practice Taiyin magic transformation. Once he does it, hehe, he will be able to step into divine knowledge!"

"That has to be practiced."

"It's really good to step into God's knowledge at a young age. Your disciple is really lucky, and you have many adventures."

"Who says it's not!" The round-faced middle-aged man smiled proudly, "I didn't like this kid at all, but I never thought that when he came to my door, it was like a different person. Jumping upwards, but in just five years, I have already reached this step, it is really..."

"Wizards of wizards."

"He came to kill Song Yunge, and he used a sledgehammer to kill chickens!"

"Hehe..." The round-faced middle-aged man stroked his beard and said with a smile: "This Song Yunge can't be underestimated, he still has some skills, otherwise he would have been killed by Yuntian Palace!"

"This Yuntian Palace is so incompetent!"

Song Yunge narrowed his eyes slightly, turned around and left.

That being the case, I will not be polite.

He walked out slowly, left Yueyun City, came to the mountain peak, and sat on the rock on the top of the mountain.

This stone is located in front of a boulder on the top of the mountain. Sitting here, you can just lean against the boulder behind you, and you can just see Yueyun City.

He sat here, mobilized the magic eye again, and then shot out the throwing knife in his hand.

The eight people who were chatting and laughing in the hall didn't know that the danger was approaching, and a throwing knife "chi" pierced through the middle-aged man with a round face.

He was still stroking his beard and smiling complacently, accepting everyone's admiration and envy towards his disciples.

He suddenly shot a bloody arrow between his eyebrows, and then froze, as if turning into a statue.

The expressions of the remaining few people changed drastically.

"Who?!" They suddenly shortened their bodies and changed places.

"Chi!" There was another whistling, and another middle-aged man shot a bloody arrow between his eyebrows.

"Who the hell?!" The remaining six were furious.

Their figures flickered, not letting themselves stay in place, and not letting the flying knives shoot at themselves.

"Yukong Shendao!" Someone hissed.

"impossible!"

"The Yukong Temple, why?!"

"Chuck! Chuck!"

Another two middle-aged men stopped in place.

"Escape!" The remaining two smashed through the window and shot at one place respectively, but the flying knives caught up with them respectively.

In the blink of an eye, the entire City Lord's Mansion was in chaos. An old man with white beard and eyebrows came down to the hall surrounded by the crowd. Seeing the death of eight people, his expression was extremely gloomy.

"City Master, this is a flying knife!"

"Royal Sky Palace!"

"It can't be Yukong Palace, right?" A handsome young man frowned and said, "Yukong Palace has no grudges with Yin Yang Valley, so it's not possible to do something like this!... Besides, even if the masters of Yukong Palace are dispatched, they may not be able to do this. "

"..." Everyone was silent.

They all recognized these eight middle-aged elders, they were all elders of Yin Yang Valley, their cultivation bases were profound, even though Yukong Palace was strong, it was impossible to kill them in one fell swoop.

But they just died here without any resistance. Seeing them sitting or standing motionless, everyone felt chills inexplicably.

"Which master is it?" an old man murmured.

"Could it be that Song Yunge?" The handsome young man said slowly, "Master, they came here to assassinate Song Yunge, right?"

"Yeah." The old man with white beard and beard nodded slowly, and said in a deep voice: "Yin Yang Valley has become cruel this time, dispatched eight elders, and a team of Nether Squad, who will definitely kill Song Yunge. kill him."

"What if Song Yunge didn't kill him, but got revenge by Song Yunge instead?" The handsome young man frowned and said, "Could it be Song Yunge's revenge?"

"Song Yunge has such ability?"

"Otherwise, is it the top master of Tianyue Mountain?"

"As far as I know, there is no such master in Tianyue Mountain, it is impossible to kill these elders without anyone noticing."

"Who is that?"

"The Palace of Royal Sky..."

There was a lot of discussion.

"Forget it, don't say anything about it!" The old man with white beard and beard waved his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Tell Yin Yang Valley quietly."

"Yes." Everyone nodded.

This matter is too frightening, once it is said, it may cause panic.

"Master, do you want to search the city?" the handsome young man whispered.

When everyone thought of the situation in Yueyun City, their hearts were heavy.

Now they remembered that the only ones who could advance into Yuncheng were foreign masters, and the one who killed Yin Yang Valley must be foreign masters. If it was really Song Yunge, he would not be able to sneak in at all!

"...Forget it, I can't find it." The old man with white beard and beard pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "Han Chen, go and get my sky chasing mirror."

"Yes." The handsome young man agreed, drifted away, and quickly took a simple and old copper mirror.

This bronze mirror has the size of a face, Huang Chengcheng seems to be made of brass, it looks inconspicuous.

The old man held it in his hand, bit his index finger and dripped blood on it, and then drew a symbol on it with the blood. At the beginning, he drew very quickly, but in the last few strokes, it became slower and slower, and it was extremely difficult.

When he finished painting, his face was already as pale as paper, and he was panting heavily, like a big battle.

After he finished the last stroke, the yellow mirror surface suddenly lit up, turning into a bright and flawless.

(End of this chapter)