The world of self-cultivation has been ruined by me

Suddenly, a terrifying consciousness swept over, accompanied by violent fluctuations.

"Bastard!"

A majestic voice mixed with anger rumbled, as if the power of heaven descended.

The sky above the main peak square was surging.

In the sky above Liyuan Peak, a dharma image that covered the sky rose up and quickly approached the main peak.

At the same time, huge Dharma images rose from several other directions at the same time, overlooking the main peak square one after another.

"Hehe, interesting..."

On the arena of the main peak square, the dust that filled the air was blown away by a gust of wind, revealing the scene inside.

An old servant in gray clothes held a scorched black head in his hand, and stood there expressionlessly.

"This is……"

The people around felt their minds were in a state of confusion, staring blankly at the old figure.

What about Huafeng?Whose head is that?
Why is the old servant holding that head?
Could it be that the head belonged to Hua Feng, and the old servant killed him?

"This is too funny, the servant killed the master..." Those who were not on Huafeng's side couldn't help joking.

Some people guessed the truth, such as Qu Linglong.

She looked at the figure of the old servant with complicated eyes: "Su Le, the successor of taboo..."

"He really did it..." Everyone in Mu Huafeng knew something vaguely, and quickly guessed the identity of the old servant.

Biyun stared fixedly at the old servant, there was water mist filling the inside, and kept murmuring: "Smelly bastard, big villain..."

She didn't know how to vent her emotions, and she didn't even know how she felt towards Su Le.

When he is in danger, he will worry, when he cannot be found, he will be sad, and when he sees him safe and sound, he will be a little angry.

"He never disappoints..."

Master Biyue's eyes were a little angry, a little relieved, and a little joyful, which was extremely complicated.

At this time, the old servant suddenly turned his head to look at Mu Huafeng, with a bright smile on his face, and waved his hands, as if saying goodbye.

He casually threw away the head in his hand, took out a talisman with a silver-white halo, and activated it directly.

Seemingly realizing that the old servant was about to flee, the speed of the dharma figures coming from Liyuan Peak increased sharply, and they came to the sky above the main peak square in an instant.

Hua Xiangtian's figure appeared next to the old servant under the Faxiang, and reached out to grab the old servant whose figure had become extremely illusory.

In the next moment, the figure of the old servant completely disappeared, and Hua Xiangtian caught nothing.

But he didn't take back his palm. Instead, there was a faint wave on it, which also became illusory, as if it had merged into the space.

At the same time, his huge dharma image also stretched out its palm and grabbed the sky.

A strange scene happened, the space covered by the giant hand of Faxiang suddenly distorted, and a faint shadow emerged and quickly became clear.

Looking carefully, the distorted shadow clearly looked like the old servant.

"hiss……"

The people below breathed in one after another, shocked by this terrifying method like a god and demon.

Seeing that the old servant's figure became clearer and clearer, he was about to be grabbed from the depths of space by giant hands.

At this moment, a green bamboo flute floated out of thin air under the giant hand, with a light touch.

The giant hand seemed to have encountered a terrifying attack, and it shattered under the tremor.

Without the restraint of the giant hand, the figure of the old servant became blurred again, and soon disappeared into the space.

Hua Xiangtian's illusory palm trembled, and he instantly returned to his original state. He suddenly turned his head to look at Mu Huafeng's camp, his eyes filled with anger.

"You want to stop me?"

Master Biyue caught the returning bamboo flute, and looked at Hua Xiangtian without showing any weakness: "This is the Qianling Sect."

"What a dry spirit sect..."

Hua Xiangtian took a deep look at the bamboo flute in Master Biyue's hand, closed his eyes, as if he was feeling something.

The next moment, his body moved and he flew straight into the sky.

"No, he can sense Su Le's position!" Master Biyue's expression changed, and he was about to chase after him when he moved, but was suddenly trapped by a dark green mask.

"Why stop me?" Master Biyue said coldly, frowning and staring at the bamboo flute.

There was no fluctuation in his voice, but Master Biyue put on an appearance of listening, and his face gradually became angry: "I don't care, let me go!"

At this time, an exclamation suddenly came from outside: "Su Li, where are you going?"

Master Biyue's expression changed, and she turned her head to look, only to see a beam of sword light going away quickly, followed by Bai Ling and Rou Qingshui chasing after him.

"Lihuo, stop them!"

Regardless of arguing with the owner of the bamboo flute, Master Biyue said anxiously: "We absolutely must not let them pass, otherwise we will just die."

Seeing Master Lihuo chasing after him, Master Biyue heaved a sigh of relief, and once again looked at the bamboo flute floating motionless in front of him, with a look of powerlessness on his face.

……

In a hidden corner of a huge city, the space suddenly fluctuated, and then a figure was spit out.

Dressed in coarse gray clothes, with a stooped figure, he is Su Le Yirong's old servant.

Looking around for the first time, seeing that he was not teleported to a special place, he relaxed, and then cursed.

"Hua Xiangtian, the dog day, you wait for me, I will settle accounts with you sooner or later!"

Thinking of the scene just now, he was terrified for a while, if it wasn't for the bamboo flute's action, he would definitely not be spared.

"I have the opportunity to thank that big guy. Although he is a little cold, he is still good to me."

After calming down, Su Le thought for a while, changed into his previous appearance again, and then walked out swaggeringly.

Outside is a wide street, with stalls on both sides, and various hawkers shouting their products.

There are many shops in the back, people are constantly coming in and out, and the streets are full of people, creating a bustling scene.

Walking on the bustling street, the feeling of déjà vu made Su Le a little dazed.

Suddenly, there was a throbbing in his mind, which made him wake up with a start.

"Hua Xiangtian has chased after you, and he is following you." Su Li's voice sounded in his mind.

"Impossible, I didn't take anything from Huafeng at all, just because I was afraid of being tracked..."

Having said this, Su Le's expression suddenly changed, he remembered that there was something on him.

Cold sweat instantly flooded his forehead, Su Le tremblingly took out a transparent ball from his bosom, his face turned pale instantly.

"My lord, what's wrong with you?" Wu Fei's voice sounded in her mind, as if she noticed something was wrong with him.

"fine."

Hearing Wu Fei's voice, Su Le calmed down and comforted her.

"It's still careless..."

With a secret sigh, Su Le contacted Qianmian and collected the transparent beads into Qianmian's space.

He believed that with Qian Mian's current level, it was absolutely possible to block Hua Xiangtian's connection with the transparent ball.

"With Hua Xiangtian's speed, he can come here very soon. There is no traceless talisman, so he can't escape in time..."

Just thinking of this, Su Le's face suddenly changed, and he looked up at the sky.

A familiar three-story pagoda expanded rapidly out of thin air, and soon enveloped the entire city.

"The Demon Refining Tower is divided into towers, it's over, the space is completely locked..."