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As the sun went down, the sky gradually became dark.

At this time, the sky was cloudy and there was no bright moon. From time to time, there was a thunderclap, which made the birds hiding in the forest fly around in fright. After a while, there was a ticking sound, and the cold rain washed the entire Tianxuan Sword Sect.

Above the main peak, it was surprisingly quiet!

Yuan Futu's breath was restrained, and he bowed and squatted on the crown of an old tree. He used his eyes to observe the situation on the main peak. He found that the inner disciples who had been stationed at the posts had disappeared, replaced by It is a strange face in strange clothes, one post at five steps, one whistle at ten steps, very meticulous.

The rain had already soaked his clothes, but Yuan Futu didn't pay attention to it at all. He felt uneasy, and felt that there was a lingering cloud over the Jianzong at this time. When a strange man approached, he Only then did he notice the slightly blurred words on the man's shirt.

That is a word for "Qing", Qing from the Qinghu Gang.

"Could it be that the entire main peak is full of people from the Qinghu Gang?!" Yuan Futu's face was solemn, his mind was full of thoughts, and it took him half a stick of incense to figure out what might happen. , Shen Wuyu seemed to have taken control of the situation, and the biggest force behind him was the Qinghu Gang.

But logically speaking, with the strength of Nangong Qiushui, Xiaonan and the others, it is absolutely impossible that they did not resist at all, but there was no sign of a fight on the main peak, which made him suspicious.

He thought about it for a moment, knowing that no matter how much he guessed, it would be futile. If he wanted to know the truth, he had to sneak inside.

There are too many enemies on the main peak, not only the Qinghu gang, but also many powerful casual cultivators. Most of them are stationed in the places where the disciples of the inner and outer sects live, and they are tightly sealed off. After all, there are a thousand of these disciples as much.

Of course Yuan Futu would not put himself in danger, he used the Gale Wind Seal to continuously walk through the air, shuttled through the rainy night, and soon came to the mountain where the Sutra Pavilion was located.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is like an old man who has suffered from many vicissitudes and silently endured the baptism of the rain. There are also four men stationed outside the door. Three of them are disciples of the Qinghu Gang, and they are almost all in the middle stage of Hunyuan. Loose cultivators reached the peak of Hunyuan.

The rogue cultivator stood under the eaves bored, and reprimanded carelessly: "You all give me some energy, so I don't get sleepy at night."

A disciple of the Qinghu Gang shrugged his shoulders, his face full of disdain, and said: "You are just a casual cultivator, and we Qinghu Gang disciples are not in your turn to command."

The casual cultivator raised his eyebrows, reached out and grabbed him, and slammed it on his shoulder, sneering: "So what, whoever is more powerful here has the final say, don't ask for it yourself!" Bitter."

"Let him go!"

The other two disciples of the Qinghu Gang couldn't stand it anymore and rushed forward one after another.

The casual cultivator was shocked, and the true essence of the peak of Hunyuan evolved, only to see that the rainwater in front of everyone instantly turned into an extremely sharp water thorn, the tip was slightly rotating, and it was suspended with incomparable precision on the body of the disciples of the Qinghu Gang. In front of the eyes, as long as you move a little bit, you can poke them blind.

"Brother...Brother, we have something to discuss." Everyone dared not move, and a disciple of the Qinghu Gang said timidly.

Sanxiu spat hard, and said viciously: "They are all trash, and dare to fight with me, a group of guys who are overconfident!"

As he spoke, he exerted more force on his hands, and the painful disciple yelled hoarsely.

At this moment, a white mist descended from the sky, causing the water thorns suspended in the void to condense into sharp ice thorns. With two puffs, they pierced through the brains of two disciples of the Qinghu Gang. Their bodies were still alive a moment ago. Suddenly fell limp in the water.

"What's going on!" The rogue cultivator turned pale with shock, he suddenly noticed the ice thorns and the biting cold, and said in astonishment: "Turning water into ice... I haven't reached such a state yet, who the hell is it?"

There was another scream, and when he turned his head, the disciple who was clasped in his hand had also died, and the way of death was exactly the same.

The casual cultivator took two steps back, with a look of extreme terror on his face, and he felt a strong smell of death in his nostrils.

"Who is it? Come out to me!"

He yelled and used all his strength to form a defensive barrier like a water curtain on the surface of his body with the falling rainwater, and Yuanli flowed inside.

At this time, a black shadow slowly emerged from the night.

The rain soaked Yuan Futu's hair, sticking it to his face in a mess. He looked like an evil spirit who would choose to eat someone. He stared at the casual cultivator coldly and said, "I'll teach you how to turn water into ice." .”

This kind of trick is quite easy for a practitioner in the realm of Dharma God. As a chill condensed, large swaths of white mist filled everywhere, and the rainwater that fell from the sky penetrated into the white mist, and suddenly became One by one, the extremely sharp ice thorns were directly inserted into the flat green bricks with a few bangs.

The casual cultivator opened his eyes wide, he raised his head, before he could scream, countless ice thorns shot like arrows, piercing countless holes in the water curtain he propped up.

In the next moment, all that remained here was a pool of lifeless meat paste.

Yuan Futu got rid of these people, looked around, and found no one else was here, so he pushed open the door of the Sutra Pavilion and walked in.

The inside of the Sutra Pavilion was unusually dark, and there were no candles that would be lit on weekdays. Yuan Futu turned around and closed the door carefully.

Suddenly, a strong wind suddenly rose from the back of the head, whistling with a force that seemed to exceed a thousand catties.

Yuan Futu narrowed his gaze, turned around abruptly, and pointed his finger like a sword. The true essence condensed on the fingertips, exuding the fiery power of the light element, and directly stabbed forward.

And at this bright moment, both of them saw each other's appearance clearly.

"Little Douzi?!" Yuan Futu stiffened his fingertips, and looked at the little bald head in front of him in surprise.

Seeing that it was Yuan Futu, Xiaodouzi couldn't help being overjoyed, and said, "Brother Futu, so you are not dead?!" When there are no outsiders, he will use this special address.

Yuan Futu heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "This is not a place to talk, is there any hidden secret room?"

"This scripture pavilion has a basement, which is used for storing sundries, please come with me!"

Immediately, Xiaodouzi brought Yuan Futu to the corner of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, took out a very hidden wooden board, but found that there was an underground secret room inside, the two went down the wooden ladder, and re-covered the wooden board, which was extremely hidden .