Mozun's coffin can't be held down anymore

Chu Yan's face was earthy.

The tone of the master of Sen Luomen seemed to be mocking.

Chu Yan silently clenched the hand hanging by his side, his fingertips deeply pierced into the palm of his hand, with the last ounce of hope remaining in his heart.

In the mirror, the three monks who committed crimes at night, although they used Ling Xiaozong's sword formula when they escaped, they haven't really revealed their faces and identities.

Perhaps, it was people from other forces who deliberately acted like this and framed Ling Xiaozong as the blame...

Yu Xi looked sideways at him.

At this moment, under Yu Xi's clear gaze, he felt extremely ashamed.

In fact, he already knew the answer in his heart.

The figures and moves of those three people are so familiar, and now he is just making a final struggle, unwilling to admit this fact.

In the mirror, the three of them were covered in black robes, in front of them were three king-level puppet ghost servants, behind them were dozens of ghost servants chasing from the Qiu Mansion's courtyard, and in front of them were two other ghost servants. The master of Jing Mo Dao sect stared at him fiercely, and there was no way to avoid it.

"The three little friends came to visit my Beizhao, why don't you stay a little longer, and you are in a hurry to leave?" Wu Yan smiled with a wrinkled face.

His tone was extraordinarily kind. Hearing the ears of Weng Heng and the other three, they felt their scalps tingling for a while.

The current situation is no longer something they can solve.

A jade talisman quietly appeared in Weng Heng's palm.

However, before he crushed the jade talisman, a wisp of black air had already wrapped around his hands, if there was any substance, it would bind his hands like a rope.

The jade talisman in his palm fell from the sky and happened to land in the pool inside the south city gate.

With a "plop", a small splash of water splashed.

"Little friend, how many more guests do you want to invite over?"

Wu Yan stretched out his hand and grabbed the wet jade talisman into his hand, and said with a smirk: "There is no need to be so troublesome. Tomorrow, a plaque will be hung in Beizhao City, and monks from all over the world are invited to come to watch the ceremony." , the invitation has been sent to the noble sect tonight."

The three of Weng Heng felt a "thud" in their hearts.

Mo Dao has made up his mind to embarrass Ling Xiaozong in front of the monks in the world.

Weng Heng secretly hated himself for being careless.

Originally, it was just a trivial matter, but because the Qiu family did not have high-ranking monks, he lost his caution.

Only then did he fall into the trap set by Mo Dao, leading to the current situation.

In any case, Ling Xiaozong's reputation must not be damaged in the slightest!
Neither Master nor Sect Master Dehong will ever allow the sect to suffer even the slightest bit of stigma.

When necessary...

Weng Heng didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

He was getting more and more anxious, but he didn't dare to show it. He collected himself, pretended to be calm, and told the two juniors through sound transmission: "Wait, you try to hold back the two demon cultivators of the Dao realm, and I will take the opportunity to rush back to Lu'an as soon as possible. The matter here must be known to the master."

"Since these demon cultivators haven't done anything now, they won't take our lives tonight. They probably want to use us when they hang a plaque in Beizhao City tomorrow." Weng Heng said firmly: "Master will not give them this chance. Tomorrow At this time, perhaps Beizhaoyi City no longer exists!"

Weng Heng believes that the sect must have a way to deal with it.

Just like what happened tonight, it could be completely turned into a demon way to force the people of Central Continent to relocate. The Ling Xiao sect sent people to investigate, but they were detained by the demon gate.

If it is handled well, there may be a reason to capture this new city and directly bring it into the territory of the Zhengdao sect.

Among the Pu family brothers, Pu Feng did not speak, but Pu Ling nodded slightly.

"Do it." Weng Heng issued an order through voice transmission, his footsteps flashed to the right, and he slapped a sword symbol with his backhand at the king-level ghost servant who blocked him.

Pu Feng and Pu Ling also moved at the same time.

Pu Feng drew out his long sword, the light of the sword flickered, and directly included the other two king-level ghost servants in front of him and the ghost servants chasing up behind him into his attack range.

Pu Ling hit twelve sword formulas one after another, and each one turned into an illusory sword shadow in the air. He manipulated these sword shadows with both hands at the same time, entangled Wu Yan and Fu Yuxiao.

"Oh, courage is commendable." The corners of Fu Yuxiao's mouth slightly raised, and with a flick of his fingertips, a ball of spiritual power wrapped in eight banners spread out in the air, easily blocking Pu Lun's sword shadow.

Pu Ling's expression was tense, and he took a careful look at the positions of his senior brother and elder brother. The two of them were fighting with the ghost servant, and their figures moved southerly, and they were getting farther and farther away from here...

"Aren't you running?" Fu Yuxiao gave him a break.

Pu Lun remained where he was, not only did not retract the sword shadows, but touched a pair of two-handed swords in his hands, forming more and more sword shadows, blocking the formation flag floating in front of him.

"It's a man with backbone." Fu Yuxiao raised his hand, and the eight flags directly avoided the sword shadow and chased south, enclosing Weng Heng and Pu Feng.

The array flags kept moving towards Hui, and Weng Heng and Pu Feng, who were about to escape from the city, were brought back to Wu Yan and Fu Yuxiao under the suppression of the array flags.

No matter how the two of them swung their spirit swords and pinched their spells, they still couldn't escape the restraint of these formation flags.

The sword shadows that had been entangled with the formation flag all of a sudden fell into the air and flew back to Pu Lun one after another, forming a barrier composed of sword shadows around him.

This is the only chance to go...

Pu Ling looked worriedly at the direction covered by the formation flag, gritted his teeth, crushed the Escape Jade Talisman in his hand, and disappeared over Beizhao City.

This kind of escape jade talisman can send people hundreds of miles away in the blink of an eye.

With the strength of Wu Yan and Fu Yuxiao, there are thousands of ways to stop Pu Ling before he crushes the jade talisman.

However, the two did not make a move.

In the mirror on the other side, the expressions of the two people were full of interest.

"Put it back for the tip-off."

"Otherwise, this scene can't be sung."

The mirror turned around, and the figures of the two trapped by the formation flag not far away became clearer and clearer. The black robes on their bodies had been picked up, and their faces were revealed. It was Weng Heng and Pu Feng, disciples of Elder Luo of Izumo Peak. .

Chu Yan's hanging heart kept sinking.

Facts speak louder than words.

He could no longer lie to himself.

The person who released the evil spirit in Qiu's mansion, intending to take the 53 lives of Qiu's family at night, is the person from Yunfeng of Lingxiao sect.

Not long ago, he had just sworn in front of Yu Xi that the Lingxiao Sect was different from the Qing Yi Sect, in that it was the true leader of the righteous way and the party in charge of justice.

But now, what is the difference between the disciples of Elder Luo who killed innocent people and the disciples of the Qingyi sect who helped the evildoers?
If there is, then the method is even more vicious.

Izuyun Peak has always been prosperous, and Elder Luo is very close to Qing Yizong.

What the three of Weng Heng did was probably instructed by Elder Luo himself.

This matter must be reported to Master Ming, and only when the old man leaves the customs in person can he deal with Elder Luo's lineage.

Now the top priority is to leave this magic palace and return to the sect as soon as possible!
The picture in the other shore mirror disappeared.

The city lord's mansion of Lu'an City, which is two hundred miles away from Beizhao, was in chaos.

Taking advantage of the chaos, the two figures quietly left the City Lord's Mansion and headed for the north gate...

The code word time is getting worse ==