Start from the thief

The simultaneous fall of three heavenly treasures and the world's number one master caused a fluctuation in spiritual energy that spread in all directions faster than the wind. Almost all the people in the inner scene felt this fluctuation. Some people had red eyes, while others had shining eyes.

Southeast China was an important tax collection area of ​​the Tang Dynasty and a place as prosperous as the two capitals. It was no surprise that Yelu Mingjing made it the focus of development and used various means to win over the owner of Wangjiang Tower as his right-hand man.

The old man had doubts about him at the time and went straight to his house to kill the right-hand man, but spared his life just for today.

The Lord of Wangjiang Tower holds a high position of power and he knows a lot. Likewise, he has many friends and enemies. When he is alive, he is the center of these people. If the underworld wants to do something big, it cannot avoid him.

Compared to looking for them one by one, going directly to Wangjiang Tower is faster than anything else.

If the underworld wants to take action, they won't do it secretly. Now that the old immortal is dead, they have a huge advantage. If they still want to hide it, how can these big guys who are the leaders of a faction or the masters of a school swallow this?

They received the notice two days ago and were waiting for news in Wangjiang Tower, waiting for the news of the death of a god on earth.

Now that the old immortal is dead, the gentlemen of the academy will definitely stay there to deal with the master, and the southeast is already in our pocket.

Everyone thought so until they saw layers of mirrors appear out of thin air and a man and a woman stepped out.

The master of Wangjiang Tower had his cultivation abolished, but his inner perception was still there. The moment the two appeared, he almost frantically shouted at his former subordinates to activate the mountain protection formation, but no one listened.

Perhaps some people still respect the former leader of the Southeast, but it is only superficial respect.

The title of the OP is still there, but the right to issue orders has long been lost. Many people have even pointed out, either implicitly or explicitly, how can a lackey of the underworld who relies on swallowing blood pills to maintain his cultivation have the dignity to survive in the world, even though the person who criticized him is his junior brother who was introduced to the underworld by him.

According to the master, his future will definitely be good. Any ordinary person can become a cultivator. He is just a cripple. To return to the peak, it is just a matter of absorbing more blood from the cultivators. For today, the master has already prepared enough blood pills for him.

But he couldn't get better now. Once he recovered, he would definitely be hunted down by the old immortal again. Maybe he could follow the clues and catch Yelu Mingjing early.

You have to endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens. The master's plan is going smoothly, and everything is developing in the expected direction. All you have to do is wait for the old immortal to die, and those little bastards in the academy will all be obedient turtles. The bigwigs who have been developed in the underworld for many years will gather under the Wangjiang Tower at the master's command, waiting for you to take the blood pill and return to the inner world, and then make a call from a high place to kill and absorb all the heroes in the southeast who refused to obey in the past.

Regardless of whether the following group of people are willing or not, from today on, he will return to the position of the number one person in the Southeast.

So the host took a bath and changed clothes yesterday, held a blood pill of sufficient weight in the palm of his hand, closed his eyes and sat quietly waiting for the breath coming from the north.

When the moon was at its zenith, the aura that made him feel terrified swept over.

The old immortal is dead!

This signal made the OP tremble all over, half of it was with joy and the other half with fear.

The aura just now was too powerful. What kind of cultivation level could allow one to hide such power in the body for several days without dying?

If it were me, I would have exploded long ago.

But he finally died!

The poster looked at the blood pill in his hand, hesitating whether to swallow it now, or wait until tomorrow morning, when he was ready to launch the attack, and then suddenly show up in the form of inner scene?

It seems that the latter is more effective.

The host smiled with satisfaction and even took a nap for a few hours. Then he walked out of the room in the morning light, came to the top floor of Wangjiang Tower, and looked at the crowd below.

good day.

Until he saw the layers of mirrors, he saw two people walking out of them.

Li Li and Meng Yan had arrived a long time ago, but they had not entered the city yet.

Meng Yan once again used the method he had used to help Zhao Yushu in Xiangzhou. After being put down by Gu Changfeng in a place outside the city far away from the internal scene perception, he spent a day spreading the barrier to Wangjiang Tower.

The two of them are not here to attack today, so they will not give Wangjiang Tower a chance to activate the formation, nor will they give the villains in the underworld a chance to prepare.

I come here today to take revenge.

The owner of Wangjiang Tower swallowed the blood pill immediately. The long-lost spiritual power surged in the sea of ​​qi of the snow mountain. His realm rose steadily and he was only a moment away from the inner scene.

There are very few internal scenes in the world, and he is now the only one in the underworld in the southeast.

Li Li looked at the host coldly and nodded to Meng Yan.

"The rest is up to you."

Meng Yan waved his folding fan, and a glass mirror appeared in front of each person below.

"If you are not from the underworld, you must enter the Glazed Realm within three sounds, otherwise, you will die!"

In addition to the people from the Underworld, there are also quite a few disciples from Wangjiang Tower. Most of these disciples have low cultivation bases and are most likely not from the Underworld. Allowing them to enter the Liuli Realm is also a form of protection.

Similarly, entering a world where people are extremely good at playing with barriers is equivalent to handing over one's life and property to the other party. If they are from the underworld, they will be at the mercy of Meng Yan after entering. If they don't enter, then it is undoubtedly the underworld.

Meng Yan doesn’t have that much time to distinguish who is an enemy and who is a friend. It’s very simple. Those who are willing to give their lives to me are friends, and the rest are enemies.

"two!"

More than a dozen Wangjiang Tower disciples looked at each other and at their teachers, but received no answers.

Some elders had pale faces and twitching faces, while others were at a loss and trembling all over.

Faced with Neijing's death threat, everyone was stunned.

"Enter the Glass Realm!"

A petite voice suddenly shouted, and threw the few little guys of the first level closest to her into the Glass Realm, then dived in without hesitation.

He Peiyao, who was the third seat back then and is now the chief, has a much better grasp of the situation than the other elders.

The four gentlemen from the academy have arrived. How dare you still want to resist?

"three."

Meng Yan was not a bloodthirsty person. After counting to three, he did not take action immediately. Instead, he waited for a few young monks who had just reacted to crawl into the Glass Realm. Then he looked coldly at the twenty or so people who were still motionless and put away his folding fan.

Meng Yan's figure disappeared and the killing began.

Li Lipiao landed in front of the owner of Wangjiang Tower, and there was a fire in his eyes as he looked at the owner who had returned to the inner scene.

"Mr. Er, why are you coming to my place instead of keeping vigil for the old immortal? Don't you know that this is extremely unfilial?"

Li Li sneered: "The teacher is gone, and the disciple must prepare a decent sacrifice for the old man, such as a heart-shaped interior."

"You are quite confident."

"I have the confidence to fight against a loser like you who can't even last three moves under the teacher."

The old face of the owner of Wangjiang Tower turned red, and he chopped down fiercely with a big sword.