The heavens started from the Sun Moon God Religion

Chapter 30 Attack and Kill
Late at night, in Qiuye Town, tens of miles away from Blackwood Cliff.

A faint sound of breaking wind came out in the silent night, and a ghostly black figure flew from the darkness and landed in an ordinary house in the town.

"who?"

A shout came from inside the house.

"Brother Zhang, it's me!" Soi Ying lowered his voice.

"Brother Feng?"

"come on in!"

When people came into the house in the future, Zhang Songying looked around the courtyard wall for a while before entering the house.

"How about it?"

Regardless of greetings, Zhang Songying asked as soon as she came in.

"Brother Zhang, according to your instructions, I rushed to Qingzhou Mansion overnight these days and found Elder Yu's apprentice Qian Ying. I really got news about Elder Yu from him."

As he spoke, Feng Yunshan swallowed: "According to what Qian Ying said, Elder Yu wrote to him before he died, saying that he wanted to practice an extremely powerful exercise in seclusion! As for what exercise, Elder Yu didn't mention it in the letter." Say it clearly."

"However, what puzzles me is that since Elder Yu wanted to practice the exercises, why did he leave Heimuya?"

Feng Yunshan was a little puzzled, but Zhang Songying's face changed drastically.

"Brother Zhang, are you okay?"

Seeing that Zhang Songying, who was inseparable with him, started to break out in cold sweat, Feng Yunshan asked a little puzzled: "Brother Zhang, why did you ask me to inquire about Elder Yu? Elder Yu is almost dead. Two years!"

"Brother Zhang?"

Feng Yunshan shouted again.

Only then did Zhang Songying come back to his senses, with an unbelievable look in his eyes, he grabbed Feng Yunshan's hand, and said with a serious expression: "Brother Feng, don't ask any more questions!"

"Remember, you and I have never met each other during this time!"

"You've never inquired about Elder Yu! Besides Qian Ying, who else has seen you in Qingzhou?"

Feng Yunshan was taken aback by Zhang Songying's tone, and quickly said: "No more!"

Zhang Songying breathed a sigh of relief, and a fierce light suddenly flashed in his eyes: "Find a chance to kill Qian Ying!"

"what?!"

"Brother Zhang! Why did you kill Qian Ying for no reason?"

Zhang Songying shook her head: "Don't ask too much! You and I have a deep friendship, so naturally I won't entrap you!"

"If you can't do it, give Qian Ying to me to kill!"

"But you must remember that no one can say anything about this!"

"Brother Zhang, this..."

"All right!"

Feng Yunshan was about to ask again, but Zhang Songying stopped him with stern eyes.

"Don't stay here for long!"

"We have to change places!" After thinking for a while, Zhang Songying said.

"I know a place. There is a cave on Heiyun Mountain not far from here. The cave is hidden in a valley, which is very suitable for hiding." Feng Yunshan said hastily.

Zhang Songying glanced at him and nodded.

After speaking, Zhang Songying and Feng Yunshan took advantage of the night to leave Qiuye Town.

The two flew all the way, and soon came to the foot of Heiyun Mountain.

"Brother Zhang, there is more..."

puff!

"Forehead……"

Feng Yunshan's body shook, he lowered his head in disbelief, a long sword passed through his chest, and blood gurgled down the sword.

"you……"

Zhang Songying's face was calm, and there was a hint of indifference in her voice: "Who sent you here?"

"You...how do you know..."

"Rush to Qingzhou Mansion overnight? Wearing soft-soled boots?"

"Also, just when I wanted to change places, you figured out a hiding place for me?"

"Or do you take me for a fool?"

As he said that, Feng Yunshan was not given a chance to resist at all, Zhang Songying stirred his long sword, and his vitality was wiped out with one strike.

Pulling out the long sword and looking around, Zhang Songying breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's Lu Jiu's confidant after all."

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded.

Immediately afterwards, a sound of footsteps sounded beside Zhang Songying, and wisps of breeze surrounded Zhang Songying. Although the breeze was soft, it was as sharp as an arrow. The hissing sound cut Zhang Songying's clothes and drew bloodstains. .

Zhang Songying's muscles trembled violently, and she only felt that a thin sword was being drawn across her body, like a thousand cuts, and her whole body was filled with unspeakable severe pain.

The visitor was covered in a black robe, like a silent god of death in the dark night, full of strong murderous intent and a kind of indifference to the common people.

"It's really you!"

"How do you match..."

Resisting the severe pain in his body, Zhang Songying forced a breath of true energy.

call!
As if changing shape and changing shadows, the black shadow came to Zhang Songying in an instant, and his five fingers stretched out, and it actually clasped his neck in an instant.

Click!

The sound of bone cracking sounded, and Zhang Songying's body softened immediately.

"Hehe...I've already noticed it!"

"Forget it, it looks like I'm going to go to Shu for a while..."

……

The secret room on the top of Qinggu Mountain.

The entire secret room is surrounded by piles of ice or ice stones that have not melted for several years dug from the snow-capped mountains in Tibet.

The secret room with a radius of ten feet is filled with cold air. Even warriors who have cultivated internal skills will feel cold all over after staying in it for a long time, and even the cold air enters the body.

Lu Jiu sat cross-legged on the ice bed, with the thousand-year-old ice silkworm in his palm. With the operation of Xuan Ming's real kung fu, traces of bluish-white cold air visible to the naked eye were spit out by the thousand-year-old ice silkworm.

White cold air breathed into Lu Jiu's body along his nostrils. Every time he sucked a trace of cold air, a layer of hoarfrost would appear on Lu Jiu's body and face, but it quickly disappeared with the operation of the exercises.

After such a cycle, there was a faint roar in Lu Jiu's body.

It's like thunder, and it's like a beast's roar!
This is the sound of Xuanming Zhenqi rushing and stirring in the body when the kung fu is running to the extreme. As the speed of the Zhenqi circulates faster and faster, traces of cold breath escape through Lu Jiu's body.

Gradually, wisps of white cold air permeated the secret room.

Click!

The tea table in the middle of the secret room suddenly cracked open, and a thin layer of frost began to spread on the door of the secret room, and soon the whole door was covered with a layer of frost, as if cold water had been splashed on it for nine days.

However, Lu Jiu, who is practicing, is unaware of the changes in the outside world, and all his mind is immersed in the cultivation of Xuanming Zhengong. The true energy circulates in the body, flushes the meridians, and circulates along the acupuncture points that have already been broken. .

boom……

The zhenqi circulated over and over again, and the strength of zhenqi in Lu Jiu's body also increased little by little!

There is a slight pain in the meridians.

Lu Jiu understood that this was the peak of true energy accumulation.

In the next moment, he concentrated all his mind and carefully controlled his true energy to rush towards one of the acupuncture points.

Governor vessel!

The last of the eight extraordinary meridians.

boom!
boom……

The Xuanming True Qi in his body was like a torrential flood, crashing into the Du Meridian acupoint again and again. Every time he hit, Lu Jiu was shaken all over. The strong stimulation and pain made his face a little hideous.

And the acupoints of the Du Meridian are like a huge stone gate, although it is crumbling under the impact of true energy, but it can always stand firm at the last moment.

There were constant roars in the body, and Lu Jiu's body vibrated more and more.

After a long time, everything returned to calm.

Lu Jiu opened his eyes, exhaled a long breath of white air, and the air burst into the air, making a series of explosions.

"The acupoints of the Du Meridian are a little thinner, which is not bad!"

It seemed that he was very satisfied with the effect of this practice, and Lu Jiu had a warm smile on his face.

Putting both palms on the stone door of the secret room, Lu Jiu was shocked, and the frost attached to the stone door immediately shattered.

"Master!"

Fan Chong, who had been waiting outside for a long time, recovered from the shock, and hurriedly saluted.

"What's the matter?" Lu Jiu raised his eyebrows.

Fan Chong grinned: "The leader of the Five Poison Sect, Lan, is here!"

"It is said that there is something important to discuss with the hall master!"

"Oh?"

Lu Jiu's heart moved and asked Fan Chong to lead him to the study.

(End of this chapter)