If this battle between Murong Qing and Yin Zhu was not a grudge left by their ancestors, how could it be like this?
In the blink of an eye, the two had fought for dozens of rounds, but neither one took the upper hand.
The two of them clashed head-on again, then backed away.
At that moment, they had arrived at the river bank. Under the impact of the two men's momentum, the river water couldn't help but sweep away into the distance.
Yin Zhu brought the jade flute to his mouth. The sound of the flute was originally crisp, but now it was sobbing, with an indescribable sadness.
At this moment, the river rolled up and the waves were as white as snow.
Murong Qing knew that this was one of the most powerful methods of the Witch God Sect. The sound of the flute was faint and it was designed to attack people's souls.
He didn't dare to be careless. The mysterious power was running, and the power of the law spread out and turned into a protective wall. The invisible force hit the protective wall and suddenly made a series of banging sounds.
The two of them had no moves to compete at this time, but the confrontation of the power of law had reached its extreme.
Ripples spread out in the void, and with them as the center, the area within a few feet was filled with chaotic power.
Xie Yunxiao knew that such a confrontation was extremely dangerous. If they were not careful, both of them would be wiped out in an instant.
At this time, Murong Qing suddenly jumped up, opened the folding fan in his hand, and as the power of law flowed, it seemed as if a huge mountain flew out.
With a bang, the power of law from Yin Zhu was instantly opened.
Yin Zhu didn't hesitate at all. Her body rotated slightly, and the jade flute made a sound again. It was like thousands of horses galloping, or like a waterfall falling from a high place.
The power of both of them has the power to break mountains and crack rocks.
The moment they hit each other, they exploded.
Both of their faces looked extremely pale at this time.
But until now, it was clear that he had no intention of stopping, and the momentum between the two of them could not help but rise.
After a cup of tea, they had been fighting for dozens of rounds.
Both of them had realized at this time that it would be difficult for them to defeat each other.
Murong Qing took a deep breath and said: "Master Yin, there is no need to continue between us, how about we end with a draw?"
Hearing this, Yin Zhu's eyes glowed with an indescribable sharp light. She gritted her teeth and said, "I still have a trump card!"
As the voice came out, Yin Zhu formed complex seals and spoke softly. At this moment, a faint pattern suddenly appeared between her eyebrows.
The moment this pattern appeared, the void was suddenly filled with bursts of coolness.
It seems like winter has arrived in an instant.
The people watching from a distance all trembled involuntarily.
Xie Yunxiao's eyes flickered slightly. He was very familiar with this cold aura. After all, he had fought against Yin Hong before.
"The magic of witchcraft is indeed weird!" Xie Yunxiao thought to himself. He could see that Yin Zhu's witchcraft seemed to be more advanced than Yin Hong.
At this time, a tall figure appeared in the void.
The moment this voice appeared, the entire void was covered.
At that moment, someone shouted out loud: "This is the mountain ghost, this is the mountain ghost of the Witch God Sect!"
The moment the voice fell, the mountain ghost standing in the air clenched its fist as big as a small hill and smashed it down.
Murong Qing's expression couldn't help but condense. Although he was at the peak of the Eighth Realm, he felt an inexplicable life and death crisis at this time.
At this time, he could no longer think too much. The folding fan in his hand rotated, and the mountains and rivers pattern appeared, like a world, blocking the huge fist that fell.
With a bang, Murong Qing flew upside down like a kite with its string broken, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The mountain ghost standing in the void let out a fierce roar and was released again.
Murong Qing took a deep breath, opened his hands, and gathered the power of the two laws. His cultivation instantly surpassed the peak of the Eighth Realm.
Xie Yunxiao has also seen such methods before, using secret techniques to forcibly improve his cultivation level.
While Xie Yunxiao was thinking about it, Murong Qing's power of law had already met the mountain ghost's attack.
With a click, the sky seemed to shatter.
Chaos and power roared, and strong winds blew between heaven and earth.
Murong Qing flew backwards again, but at this time, the shadow of the mountain ghost faded instantly.
Yin Zhu groaned, spit out a mouthful of blood, and staggered a few times.
Obviously, even after using secret techniques to summon the mountain ghost, she still failed to defeat Murong Qing. In this situation, no one has the ability to continue, and it can be said that both sides suffer losses.
"Leader, are you okay?" A woman who came with Yin Zhu hurriedly came over to support Yin Zhu, her eyes full of worry.
Yin Zhu shook his head, "I'm fine!"
Murong Qing was more seriously injured than Yin Zhu, but Murong's family is a descendant of medical immortals. He knew how to treat the injury in the best way. At this time, he looked better than Yin Zhu, but he still had to be supported to stand. stable.
"Master Yin, from today onwards, the grievances between the Witch God Sect and the Murong family have been cleared. There is no need to continue fighting!" Murong Qing coughed twice and turned around to leave.
Hearing this, Yin Zhu's eyes were filled with confusion.
Her master had a battle with the former ancestor of the Murong family, but there was no winner and he agreed that his disciples would fight again.
Now, the ancestor of the Murong family has passed away, and her master has also died in depression.
Before she died, Yin Zhu promised her master that she would defeat Murong Qing, the disciple of the ancestor of the Murong family.
Now this battle is still a draw.
What is the meaning of all this?
"Master, what should I do?" Yin Zhu whispered to himself, inexplicable emotions affecting his injuries, and he coughed several times involuntarily.
"Let's go too!" Yin Zhu said.
As Murong Qing and Yin Zhu left one after another, the people who came to watch the excitement also left one after another.
The young man sitting at the table next to Xie Yunxiao looked at the direction in which Yin Zhu was leaving, his eyes obsessed, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Having finished watching the excitement, Xie Yunxiao left the restaurant after paying the bill.
Xie Yunxiao didn't know much about witchcraft, but judging from Yinhong and Yinzhu's abilities, they should not be underestimated.
Because he had been here when doing business, Xie Yunxiao knew which way to take the closest route to Shouchun.
After walking along the official road for most of the day, seeing that the sky was about to darken, Xie Yunxiao happened to see a village in front of him, so he planned to stay overnight.
But at this moment, Xie Yunxiao smelled a smell of blood. He walked into the grass and took a look, and saw several people lying there.
Moreover, to Xie Yunxiao, he was still an acquaintance.
Because these people were the ones sitting next to him in the wine shop.
Xie Yunxiao still clearly remembered the young man's eyes when he looked at Yin Zhu.
"There are many wounds on the body, but they are all superficial. It seems that their soul is gone?"
Xie Yunxiao frowned slightly, and he stepped forward to take a closer look, only to find that the injuries on these people were very strange.
Judging from the preliminary wounds, the wounds left on their bodies were caused by internal fighting?
"What's going on?" Xie Yunxiao looked at the expressions of these people again, and now he frowned even more tightly.
Their expressions were ferocious. They were obviously brothers, so how could they turn against each other?
"No, even though their injuries are obvious, what is really fatal is not these injuries, but their souls!" Xie Yunxiao came to the conclusion, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.
The wind blew, bringing a chill. Xie Yunxiao stood in the grass for a long time before leaving.
Continuing to walk forward, it is the village that Xie Yunxiao saw before.
When he was doing business, Xie Yunxiao lived in the village.
Walking into this village again, he felt a chill all over his body.
Because at this time, not a single light was turned on in the entire village.
Could it be that the people in the village also suffered?
Xie Yunxiao's heart trembled violently. He walked to the first house in the village and knocked lightly on the door. No one responded, and then he pushed the door open.
As Xie Yunxiao expected, everyone in the house had been killed.
On the neck, there were several marks left, like those left by wild beasts.
There seems to be something different from the people outside the village.
But Xie Yunxiao is not an ordinary person. These wounds look different, but they are actually from the same source. At this time, his expression is very solemn.
Xie Yun Xiaozai carefully inspected the wound, and there was still some faint black air left in it, giving off a cold feeling.
"Witchcraft?" Xie Yunxiao couldn't believe his eyes. The Chu people had always believed in the witch god, but now they died under witchcraft. This seemed a bit ironic.
Moreover, the time of death of these people was almost the same as that of the few people lying in the grass in front of them.
"At that time, those people came out and walked in the direction that Yin Zhu left. Could it be her? Why did she kill these people? Is it because she summoned the mountain ghost and suffered a backlash?" Xie Yunxiao had many guesses in his mind. , but he knew that all this needed evidence to support it.
Xie Yunxiao came out of the house and walked forward. Many doors were open and there were dead people inside.
Continuing to walk forward, there are dead people lying on the street, and not only the villagers here, but also many people with high cultivation level in the world.
"It seems like something happened here!" Xie Yunxiao whispered to himself again.
He took a few steps forward and suddenly saw a figure.
Without any hesitation, the man also struck back.
The sword light shot out, revealing an indescribable sharp light.
When the two forces met, there was a sudden roar.
At this moment, Xie Yunxiao saw clearly that the person in front of him was actually Nie Jingqiu.
"Why are you here?" Xie Yunxiao asked.
When Nie Jingqiu saw Xie Yunxiao, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, "Shouldn't I be the one asking you this?"
Xie Yunxiao said: "I came to Chu State for something!"
He took a look at Nie Jingqiu. Now Nie Jingqiu was also at the eighth level.
And judging from its momentum, it seems that some progress has been made in practicing the Ancestral Dragon Sutra.
"I am a member of the Jianghu, and I am at home all over the world!" Nie Jingqiu paused and continued: "Several nearby villages have been wiped out recently, which is very strange. I checked this place, but I didn't expect it was too late. !" Nie Jingqiu said.
Xie Yunxiao said: "Is there any legend?"
"What else could it be? It has been spread everywhere that it is the King of Hell who is seeking his life!" Nie Jingqiu said.
Xie Yunxiao said: "Do you believe it?"
"There are legends in the underworld, how did the King of Hell jump to the human world? This is pure nonsense. Obviously, there must be some unknown secrets!" Nie Jingqiu said.
Xie Yunxiao asked again: "Then did you find any clues?"
