I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Seeing the hint of anger on Yan Xiu's face, the Longyin Valley Master did not dare to be negligent and hurriedly gave instructions.

"Your Excellency, after we settled Young Master Liu, we went back to the village to investigate, but they handled it very cleanly."

"We sent out our best investigators to search for dozens of miles, but all the clues were lost. We are incompetent, so please punish us, Dao Zun."

Yan Xiu snorted coldly, and everyone immediately felt that the temperature around them seemed to have dropped by several degrees.

A large group of people knelt down in a rush.

"Please spare my life, Daozun."

Yan Xiu suppressed his anger and said calmly: "Never mind, you are not to blame for this. Tell me the final location, and I will personally take action to crush these people to ashes!"

After knowing the location, Yan Xiu said coldly: "Take good care of Yan'er. If anything happens to him, I want you and the entire Longyin Valley to be buried with him!"

"Don't worry, Daozun. If you want to hurt Master Liu, you have to step over the corpses of all the disciples of my Longyin Valley first!"

The owner of the valley patted his chest and made the promise solemnly.

Yan Xiu nodded with satisfaction, turned into a streak of light, swept across the sky, and disappeared.

Only after he had completely left did the group dare to get up from the ground.

"It's sent, it's sent!"

"The Dao Master actually allowed us to enter the Ten Thousand Books Pavilion for enlightenment. This is such a blessing!"

"Quick, call back all the disciples. It's time for our Longyin Valley to rise!"

...

More than three hundred miles west of Jinyang City.

This area is the last place where Longyin Valley lost track of the group of mysterious people.

A golden light descended from the sky and hung in the air.

The golden light faded, revealing Yan Xiu's figure.

He glanced around at the scene and then dispersed his spiritual sense.

After a while, Yan Xiu opened his eyes, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"No matter where you run to, I will still grind you to dust!"

Dozens of miles away from here, he caught the scent of a group of people moving through the forest.

Each of these people had extraordinary cultivation and were all dressed in black. They were the mysterious group of people who injured Liu Wuyan.

Yan Xiu didn't delay any longer and chased after him again.

Just a few moments later, Yan Xiu caught up with the group of mysterious people who were flying low in the sky.

Yan Xiu didn't say anything more. He shook out the measuring ruler in his hand and waved his hand, and a Milky Way over a hundred feet wide appeared.

"Be careful, enemy attack!"

A loud warning sounded from the crowd.

Rumbling--

An earth-shaking noise was heard.

The mighty Milky Way rushed across the sky, cutting off all the towering trees within a radius and even smoothing out the uneven terrain.

Although the group of mysterious people noticed it in time, several of them still had no time to dodge and were swallowed up and annihilated, leaving no trace of their bodies.

The remaining people gathered together and looked at Yan Xiu with an angry look on his face.

"Who are you? How dare you do such a cruel thing?"

Yan Xiu shook his sleeves and sneered, "You, the disciple who injured me, dare to ask who I am?"

After saying that, he drew out the long sword from his waist and flicked the sword.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of Ziyuan swords appeared, densely packed and covering the sky.

"Dao Zun, run away!"

The leader cried out in horror, and as soon as he finished speaking, everyone fled at high speed.

"Humph, want to escape?!"

Yan Xiu waved his hand, and suddenly thousands of Ziyuan swords made bursts of crisp sword sounds and rushed towards them like waves.

"what!!"

"Senior brother, save me!"

Screams and cries for help rang out as the endless sea of ​​swords swallowed them mercilessly.

Faced with their fellow disciples' cries for help, they all turned pale and dared not respond, but just ran towards somewhere.

"Hurry, we're almost there, keep trying!"

And Yan Xiu also noticed their intention.

Instead of killing them all, he slowly followed behind, killing one from time to time, causing screams to be heard.

The people were terrified as they listened to the screams that came from time to time. Their faces were sad, and they clenched their teeth and dared not look back.

About an incense stick of time later, the few people who were fleeing in a panic suddenly disappeared into the fog in front, and even their breath disappeared completely.

Yan Xiu stopped in front of the mist and dispersed his spiritual sense.

But as soon as the spiritual consciousness entered the fog, it was like being stuck in a muddy swamp, becoming unable to move forward.

"Humph, I want to see what tricks you guys are up to."

Yan Xiu showed no fear and stepped resolutely into the fog.

The moist mist brushes across the face, bringing a slight cool feeling.

But the next moment, this thread-like feeling condensed into invisible forces that trapped Yan Xiu.

The scene around was like a nightmare, constantly changing and distorting.

Yan Xiu was wearing a sparkling blue shirt, protecting him from danger.

"Another formation? Don't you have any other means besides this?!"

Yan Xiu shouted angrily and broke free from his restraints.

From the Moon-holding Holy Land, to the Blood River and Dry Bones Formation of the cloaked old man, to the current situation, these people knew that they were no match for themselves head-on, so they had to use the power of external objects to try to suppress themselves.

At this moment, the clouds in the sky gradually gathered together, and finally transformed into the facial features of Sang Qingshan.

"Little boy, once you enter this place, your life and death are no longer yours."

Sang Qingshan opened his mouth slowly, his voice rumbling like thunder.

Yan Xiu sneered and soared into the sky.

But then he found that no matter how fast he accelerated, the illusion of being high above was always out of reach, as if he had been standing still all along.

Before he could think about it, suddenly a vast and unfathomable force pressed in from all directions, like a pair of huge hands trying to crush him into powder.

Upon seeing this, Yan Xiu's spiritual energy surged throughout his body, isolating himself from the pressure.

But then his expression changed slightly, and there was a hint of doubt in his tone.

"This is actually the power of heaven and earth?!"

"Could it be that this place is a formation formed by nature?"

After trying several times and finally confirming it, Yan Xiu couldn't help but exclaimed.

There are many wonders in the world.

Just as there are imperial spirits that are born from the essence of the sun and the moon, there are also monsters that are nurtured by strange objects for hundreds of years.

The area before us was a unique formation of heaven and earth that had never been seen before in the history of the world.

Mountains, rocks, grass and trees can all be used as formations; the sun, moon and stars can all be used as magic.

This kind of natural formation is many times more powerful than man-made formations.

Because this formation does not rely on the center of the formation or the person in charge of the formation, but on the endless power of heaven and earth.

"This place is not only natural, but also has excellent feng shui. It is the burial place I specially prepared for you. Are you satisfied?"

Sang Qingshan's deep, thunderous voice came from above his head.

But at this moment Yan Xiu no longer had the extra energy to pay attention to other things. Just fighting against the power of heaven and earth was already exhausting him.

"No! I have to get out of here as soon as possible, otherwise I will die here."

Yan Xiu was thinking quickly about countermeasures in his mind.

Sang Qingshan seemed to see through his thoughts and laughed coldly, "Don't waste your energy. Not to mention you, even if there are ten or a hundred of you, the ending will be the same."

"I want you to witness with your own eyes how the Great Yuan Dynasty is destroyed. All the disciples of your Fuzhen Temple will be buried with Ling'er!"

After the illusion disappeared, Sang Qingshan's voice echoed around for a long time.