The Swordsman who started from Baicaotang

Bloody Battle Hall.

Empty.

Seeing Qingque was about to walk out of the hall, Shi Zhongtian suddenly remembered something important.

"Wait!"

"Has the Poison Dragon Cult incident been resolved? If you have any news, report it immediately."

Qingque was stunned and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a roar in his ears.

"Qingque!"

"You don't even take me seriously? Who gave you the guts to do that?!"

They are all so bold!

Shi Zhongtian's anger rose in his heart, and he seemed unable to hold it back any longer. He flashed in front of Qingque and grabbed his neck.

His tone was harsh, and his pupils were filled with a strong bloodshot light.

"You ignorant bastard! You will be sentenced to death today!"

Shi Zhongtian opened his mouth wide, and the tears at the corners of his mouth spread directly to his earlobes, revealing a row of fangs as sharp as knives and swords, like an evil ghost crawling out of the Nine Nether Hell.

"Palace Master, spare my life!"

"I was just thinking of some countermeasures and was not careful enough. I lost my dignity. Please spare my life, Palace Master!"

"Spare my life!"

He immediately burst into tears and his attitude was extremely humble.

"Please, Palace Master, for the sake of our past friendship, have mercy on me and spare my worthless life."

"Wow!"

The green bird suddenly let out a loud cry, shaking the four directions and driving away all evil spirits.

Tremble.

Shi Zhongtian shook himself, the redness in his eyes slowly fading, and the rage in his heart vanished. After a few breaths, he regained his composure.

Snapped.

He let go.

Qingque collapsed to the ground, his back cold as if he had walked through the gates of hell. If he hadn't had some means to awaken Shi Zhongtian's consciousness, he would have already passed away.

"We were just joking."

"Qingque, there's no need to panic. Go and investigate the Poison Dragon Cult immediately. If you find anything, report it immediately."

"Yes, sir! Yes, sir!"

Qingque hurriedly got up from the ground and crawled away from here, not daring to delay for even a moment.

Looking at Qingque's miserable figure, a fierce light flashed in Shi Zhongtian's eyes, but was quickly submerged.

He had originally intended to personally visit the Poison Dragon Cult, but now it seemed he had something more pressing to do. He could no longer suppress the beast within him. If he didn't address it in time, he would likely become a vicious beast, devouring anyone he chose.

Life is in danger.

He forcibly broke through to the semi-saint level, which caused his mind to lose control. Human nature and animal nature were at war, and the animal nature seemed to have the upper hand. This was not a good sign.

The drawbacks of bloodline cultivation finally became apparent. He could no longer turn back; it seemed as if there was a bottomless abyss ahead, waiting for him to jump in.

The Zhao family, the empire, nothing could compare to his life. He practiced hard in seclusion, suppressing his bestial nature, or else he would meet his own end without anyone else's intervention.

The decision is made, no more hesitation.

A black mist rose up around Shi Zhongtian, and the whole person dissipated with the wind, suddenly disappearing out of thin air, and no trace was found.

The spirit boat shuttled back and forth, and the void shook.

Surrounded by mountains, there is a paradise, a pure land on earth.

Looking up, I saw a natural illusion all around me. Clouds and mist rose into the sky, covering an area of dozens of miles, hidden among the mountains.

Whizzing……

A flash of spiritual light swept across the sky, and hundreds of figures flashed by, like falling raindrops. The Void Spirit Boat disappeared, and everyone landed on the ground.

Looking around, the houses around are stacked layer by layer and arranged in an orderly manner, which is in line with the meaning of the formation. It is obvious that they have been carefully designed.

A man came flying in the distance, quickly came to Zhao Jingyun, and bowed respectfully: "Junior Zhao Xunhai, greetings to Elder Jingyun."

Ok.

Zhao Jingyun nodded slightly: "Not bad! Not bad! It seems that you haven't slacked off in these years. Now you have entered the third level of flying. In the martial arts world, you are also a well-known master."

"Let me introduce you."

"This is Master Baiyun, and this is Young Master Huang. If it weren't for the help of these two heroes, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to see me."

"Hurry and make arrangements for Young Master Huang's family."

"From now on, we need to stay here for a long time, recuperate and wait for the opportunity."

"Elder Jingyun, can't we go back?"

Although this place is rich in spiritual energy and is a treasure land, it is far inferior to Jiangzhou Prefecture City. Moreover, they also have a blessed cave: Thunder Spirit Cave.

"Can not go back."

Zhao Jingyun sighed, "The imperial court has labeled us the remnants of the Demonic Cult, and now we've become the rats that everyone wants to kill. Unless our ancestor can reach the Saint Realm, there's no way we'll ever rise again."

"I originally wanted to destroy the entire Zhao family and not leave a single brick or tile for the imperial court, but Young Master Huang stopped me."

"Thanks to Master Baiyun for using his supreme power to bring our Thunder Spirit Cave here."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Xunhai bowed respectfully: "Thank you, Master Baiyun, and thank you, Young Master Huang. You two heroes risked your lives to help us. My Zhao family is deeply grateful."

Adversity sees the truth.

Husband and wife are like birds of the forest; when disaster strikes, they each fly away. Even more so, the Zhao family had become a pariah, yet Master Baiyun and Huang Feng still offered their full support. This kindness was truly extraordinary.

"Everyone, please follow me!"

Led by Zhao Xunhai, they all entered the illusion array. A moment later, the clouds and mist rose, and the group disappeared.

Small bridge, eaves, gurgling water.

Huang Feng stood in the attic and looked around. There were rows of eaves everywhere, and there were signs of renovation. It was obvious that they were newly built not long ago.

His spiritual sense spread out, and he estimated that, including the people Huang Feng brought with him, there were only about ten thousand people in total.

People often say that a cunning rabbit has three burrows. The Zhao family probably has more than three burrows, and they should have other places to go.

Da da……

Footsteps were heard behind him, and Zhao Jingyun's voice was heard.

"Young Master Huang, are you used to it?"

"Ha ha……"

Huang Feng smiled and said, "The scenery here is beautiful, like a paradise on earth, like a fairyland on earth. It is really a good place. Your Zhao family has a deep foundation and is indeed extraordinary."

"As long as Young Master Huang likes it."

Zhao Jingyun replied, "This place was discovered by an elder of my Zhao family by chance. A great demon appeared here, its cultivation was not weak, and it brought disaster to the area."

"My senior from the Zhao family took some trouble to capture this great demon. By accident, we discovered this blessed land. Who would have thought that it would become our Zhao family's refuge today?"

"Every peck and every drink has its own destiny."

While the two were talking, a laugh was heard from a distance, and an old Taoist priest in a wide Taoist robe came up.

"Ha ha……"

"Everything in this world has its destiny. Your Zhao family has always been chivalrous and righteous, and should have been respected by the world, but now you have fallen to this state."

"In my opinion, this is a hidden dragon in the abyss. One day, it will rise with the wind and soar into the sky."

"Thank you, Master Baiyun, for your words. I am deeply grateful."

Master Baiyun waved his hand and said, "At this point, we should also agree on the rules."

"As the saying goes: A war must have a legitimate cause. We cannot afford to be careless in the slightest, or we will not be able to compete with the imperial court."

"What do you think?"

have to.

It seems that Master Baiyun is really willing to risk everything for the sake of his two old friends and is determined to fight the imperial court to the death.

Huang Feng doesn’t have this idea for the time being, he just wants to make money.

The ass decides the head.

If he now possessed the cultivation of a saint, even if he was only a half-saint, he would have to cheer and put on a good show.

The Three Flower Realm is far from enough.

"Master Baiyun, this matter is not urgent."

"Right now, Senior Zhao Fenglie and his four elders are still fighting a desperate battle with the Poison Dragon Cult. Why don't we go and help them? With their help, this matter will go much more smoothly."

Hearing this, Master Baiyun slapped his forehead. He had actually forgotten about this matter.

"it is good!"

"Jingyun, you're seriously injured. Rest well."

"Huang Feng, let's go!"