Crossing the Cultivation Realm: Two Souls Coexist

The two looked around but still found no trace of the so-called leader of the mountain stronghold.

However, the stolen cloth was found in a corner. Gu Yang walked over to check it out and found that it was similar to the picture provided by Li Kenong.

He casually put the cloth into the storage ring. Seeing this, Hu Qing put the knife on the thin man's neck.

"Where is your boss? He is still lying to me." Gu Yang asked.

The thin man panicked and slowly moved the knife away from his neck with his hand, then groped on the wall.

"I remember it was here, sir. Please wait a moment. There should be a secret door nearby. Hmm? Where is it?"

The thin man was lying on the wall, his eyes fixed on every inch of it.

Just when Gu Yang was getting impatient, the thin man made some discoveries.

"I found it, I found it. I said it was here. Can you let me go now?"

The thin man looked at Gu Yang with a flattering smile, and the stone door behind him had opened a crack.

"Okay, I won't kill you, you can go." Gu Yang and Hu Qing looked at each other and said.

Then he walked straight into the open stone door without looking back.

The thin man was overjoyed when he saw this, and ran out with all his strength.

"Bah..."

He suddenly fell to the ground, looking at his headless body spurting blood, his eyes wide open with unwillingness.

"It's his business if he doesn't kill me. I didn't say I won't kill him." Hu Qing wiped the blood off Wang Jian and said coldly.

He looked around and saw nothing unusual, so he went into the stone gate. Gu Yang should still be waiting at the entrance.

Gu Yang took Hu Qing deeper into the secret passage. The wind in the air carried a smell of alcohol, sweeping over the two of them.

The walls of the secret passage were covered with dust, and the soil beneath the feet was softened by the messy footsteps, leaving deep footprints with every step.

The two of them went deeper into the secret passage. Hu Qing suddenly stretched out his hand to stop Gu Yang. His brows were furrowed, and his nostrils flared slightly, as if he was trying to catch something in the air.

Gu Yang stopped and looked at Hu Qing inquiringly.

"The smell of blood." Hu Qing whispered, with a hint of solemnity in his voice.

A cold light flashed in Gu Yang's eyes, and he tightened his grip on the long knife in his hand. The two of them lowered their steps and moved forward cautiously.

At the end of the secret passage was a half-open wooden door. Faint light shone through the crack of the door, accompanied by bursts of low gasps and the woman's moans.

Hu Qing and Gu Yang looked at each other, and both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Gu Yang gently pushed open the wooden door, and the scene before him made their pupils shrink suddenly.

A burly man was lying on the bed, his face full of flesh showing an expression of enjoyment at this moment.

Under the pillar next to the bed, the body of a young girl in a wedding dress lay there quietly. There was a big hole in her head and blood stained her beautiful face.

There was a pool of blood under the bed. Judging from the color, the girl had not been dead for an hour.

There was also a charming woman lying on the bed, with disheveled hair, a flushed face, and no clothes on.

"what!"

She was massaging the man lying there, and when she saw Gu Yang and Hu Qing, she screamed.

The man was also startled. Seeing Gu Yang standing at the door, he got up from the bed and quickly put on the armor next to him.

"Who are you? How dare you break into my treasure house? Where are the guards outside?"

There was a hint of panic in the man's voice, but more of it was anger.

Gu Yang looked at him coldly, his voice as cold as ice: "Are you the leader of the bandits here?"

A trace of panic flashed across the man's eyes, but he quickly calmed down. His gaze swept over Gu Yang and he could see the other party's strength.

"Yes, I am Murong Chong, the leader of the Wild Boar Village. You, a mere person in the early stage of Qi Gathering, dare to break into my territory. Aren't you looking for death?" Murong Chong showed a sinister smile on his face.

Such an elegant form combined with his rough face is really a huge contrast.

Hu Qing squatted beside the girl and checked her wounds. She must have hit her head against the pillar next to her, causing her to die from a brain fracture.

Gu Yang's face was icy cold as he asked, "Did you kill this man?"

Murong Chong looked at the corpse on the ground as if it were garbage, and said with a smile:

"You mean this girl? I wanted to take her back to be my wife, but she refused to cooperate, so I killed her whole family. Today is our wedding day.

She could have enjoyed a life of luxury, but before I could even play with her for a second, she passed out. When she woke up, she banged her head against the pillar and died.

After saying this, he took the woman next to him in his arms, kneaded her with his hands, and teased:

"You are such a charming little fairy. I never get tired of playing with you."

"Oh, that's disgusting!" the woman said with a giggle.

It showed that neither of them took Gu Yang seriously and flirted in front of them, which further aroused Gu Yang's anger.

Gu Yang gently swung the ancient feather knife in his hand, and a blade light broke through the air and pointed directly at Murong Chong.

With a clang, the pillar next to Murong Chong was cut off and the bed collapsed an inch.

A trace of contempt flashed in Murong Chong's eyes. He sneered and threw the woman in his arms aside like garbage.

He reached under the pillow and pulled out a large iron knife.

The knife was heavy and sharp, with a cold glow on the blade, and it was obviously not an ordinary item.

The two men confronted each other, and the air was filled with a murderous atmosphere.

Murong Chong took the lead in attacking. The big knife in his hand was shining with golden light and struck Gu Yang like a lightning.

Gu Yang dodged the attack easily with a flash of his body.

The battle between the two was about to break out, with flashes of swords and shadows intertwined in the small space.

Murong Chong used the Jingang fighting method, and each of his sword strikes was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, with enormous power.

Gu Yang relied on his Eight Blades of Broken Blades and his agile body movements to deal with Murong Chong.

The two fought for dozens of rounds, but due to the gap in Gu Yang's realm, he was always at a disadvantage and was repeatedly defeated by Murong Chong's swordsmanship.

A feeling of unwillingness welled up in Gu Yang's heart. He knew that he could no longer be so passive.

Hu Qing was still watching from the side. This was a good opportunity for him to hone his skills, so he couldn't interfere at will. He could only help out and hold the fort.

Gu Yang took a deep breath and madly injected the spiritual power in his body into the Ancient Feather Sword.

The ancient feather sword made a crisp sound, and the blade emitted a dazzling light.

"The first move of the Eight Blades of Breaking the Front, chop against the wind!"

Gu Yang shouted loudly, and slashed towards Murong Chong with the ancient feather knife in his hand. A huge blade light broke through the air, carrying an unstoppable momentum.

After such a long period of training, his physical quality had already improved and his physical strength had increased, so he could barely use the first move of the "Eight Blades to Break the Front".

A hint of surprise flashed across Murong Chong's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.