Start panel cultivation from Qingyunmen

Chapter 42
Chen Li walked quickly through the forest, and within a short time, he was already close to the station.

It's just that the situation here is a bit unexpected. The righteous and the devil have stopped fighting at some point, and at this time, the two sides are confronting each other outside the garrison.

Cangsong Taoist and Tian Buyi and his wife stood at the front of the righteous side, while there were three other people in the front of the demon side besides the ghost king Wan Wan.

One of the three is a bald old man, and the other is a dwarf with a fierce appearance but a short stature.

As for the last one, he was a white-faced scholar with a handsome appearance and a smile on his face, without any trace of evil.

The arrival of Chen Li attracted the attention of everyone on the field, Cangsong nodded upon seeing this, while Tian Buyi and his wife showed joy and called Chen Li over.

As for the Devil's Gate side, most people looked at the skull in Chen Li's hand, a little surprised, only the Ghost King Wan Wan smiled and nodded at Chen Li as a greeting.

But Chen Li didn't care so much, he just walked to Tian Buyi and the others to stand still, turned around, and looked at the side of the Demon Sect quietly.

At this time, Taoist Cangsong looked at the demon sect people on the opposite side, and said, "Okay! That's great! You old fellows are finally born."

The little dwarf heard the voice and said: "Unexpectedly, a hundred years have passed, you Cangsong dog, still remember your grandfather me?"

Although the dwarf's voice was hoarse, it carried an evil spirit, and when it reached the ears of the righteous disciples, they all felt uncomfortable.

At this moment, the dwarf was staring at Taoist Cangsong, his eyes were fierce, like a hungry wolf.

Hearing this, Cang Song sneered and said, "Monster, do you still remember that sword from back then?"

As soon as this remark came out, the dwarf's expression changed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! Of course I haven't forgotten it! I didn't expect you to remember it too, so I will return this sword to you later!"

Hearing the words, Cangsong just "hummed", and turned his gaze to the two who had been calm from the beginning to the end.

Those two were the ghost king Wanqian dressed up as a scribe, and the white-faced scholar with a chuckle on his face.

After listening to the conversation between Cangsong and the dwarf, Suru softly asked Tian Buyi beside him, "Buier, who are these people?"

Tian Buyi said with an ugly expression: "The dwarf is called Baiduzi, he is from the Demon Sect Wandu Sect, and that bald old man is Duanmu Patriarch of Xieshi Mountain."

After a pause, he continued: "It's just that the ancestor Duanmu has always been a loner in the Demon Sect. I don't know why he appeared with them. These two people, together with the blood-sucking old devil, were hunted down by us a hundred years ago. The remnants of the Demon Sect, as for the scribe, he should be the current head of the Ghost King Sect."

Tian Buyi looked at the white-faced scholar for the last time, shook his head and said, "As for the last white-faced scholar, I have never seen it before, so I don't know who it is."

Suru gasped when she heard the words, she didn't have enough cultivation to participate in the battle of righteousness and evil a hundred years ago.

However, Tian Buyi, Taoist Cangsong and others went deep into the wilderness, and even reached the main altar of the Demon Cult - the Temple of the Wilderness.

Although they didn't participate, they were familiar with the names of these people, and Bai Duzi and Patriarch Duanmu were even more notorious, just like the blood-sucking old devil.

At this moment, the ancestor Duanmu looked at Chen Li fiercely and said, "Boy, the skull in your hand is the magic weapon of the old blood-sucking devil? Why did it appear in your hand? Where is the old blood-sucking devil?"

Patriarch Duanmu and the old blood-sucking devil had the best relationship in the Demon Sect. At this time, the old blood-sucking devil did not appear, and Chen Li was holding the magic weapon skull belonging to the old blood-sucking devil in his hand, so he couldn't help asking.

Chen Li smiled slightly, raised the skull in his hand, and said casually: "Oh, you said that old blood-sucking devil! I met him in the forest just now, and just killed him casually."

Patriarch Duanmu was startled when he heard the words, then he became furious and shouted: "Zhuzi, you are courting death!"

As he said that, he wanted to attack Chen Li, but before he could attack, he was stopped by the Ghost King next to him.

The Ghost King smiled at Chen Li and said: "Brother Chen Li, we met again. I didn't expect to meet again, so you gave me a "big gift"!"

Although the ghost king had a smile on his face, when he said the big gift, he emphasized his tone. Obviously, he did not expect that the famous vampire would fall into Chen Li's hands like this.

Chen Li shrugged helplessly when he heard the words, and said with a light smile, "I have no other choice. That old blood-sucking demon wants to let me do bloodletting no matter what. I have to fight back. I can only blow him to ashes!"

Speaking of which, Chen Li held up the skull in his hand, and said: "Here, this is the only skull left, why don't you give it back to you and set up a tomb for that old devil?"

Everyone in the Demon Sect was furious when they heard the words, but thinking that even the old blood-sucking demon had died in Chen Li's hands, it was obvious that Chen Li was not a simple person, and they didn't dare to act without authorization.

The field suddenly quieted down.

After a long time, the Duanmu Patriarch glanced at the righteous people again, and said, "Where's Wan Jianyi? Why didn't that dog thief come?"

The young disciples of Qingyunmen were stunned when they heard the words, not knowing who he was talking about.

But Taoist Cangsong and Tian Buyi and his wife suddenly changed their colors, Tian Buyi said coldly: "Senior Brother Wan has profound Taoism, he has already become immortal, only you are such a demonic clown barking here!"

Everyone in the Demon Sect was startled when they heard the words, Patriarch Duanmu and Bai Duzi lost their voices: "Wan Jianyi is actually dead?"

When the ghost king and the white-faced scholar heard the words, their bodies also trembled slightly, obviously they did not expect this result.

Wan Jianyi, the younger generation of Qing Yun Sect may have never heard of this name, after all, it involves the secrets of Qing Yun Sect.

But for people in the Demon Sect, it is not that simple, because the name Wan Jianyi is synonymous with fear.

After all, he was the leader of the century-old Righteous Path Alliance, beheaded countless disciples of the Demon Sect, and finally led everyone from the Qingyun Sect to the main altar of the Demon Sect - the Wilderness Temple.

Patriarch Duanmu touched his bald head and said with a smile: "Hehe, I never thought that the thief would die, and he would die too? Hahaha."

As he spoke, he couldn't help laughing wildly.

On the right side, Cang Song sneered and said, "Why are you laughing, brother is dead, but for a monster like you, my Qingyun sect has a lot of people who subdue demons."

But Bai Duzi next to him said viciously: "Bah! We can't kill that guy ourselves, it's really hard to get rid of the hatred in our hearts, sooner or later, we will kill him at Qingyun Sect, crush him to ashes, death will not be peaceful!"

Everyone in Zhengdao turned pale when they heard the words, but Tian Ling'er asked Song Daren in a low voice, "Brother, who is this Master Wan? Judging by the reaction of Demon Sect, he seems to be very famous, why haven't I heard of it?" Pass?"

Song Daren was hesitant to speak when he heard the words, and said with a wry smile: "Little Junior Sister, it's better to wait until you go back to the mountain, you can ask Master and Mistress yourself!"

Tian Linger pursed her lips when she heard the words, hummed, and stopped talking.

At this time, Venerable Dali, who had been silent on the side of the righteous way, suddenly said: "Baiduzi, Duanmu old devil, you escaped by chance when you were hunted down by Qingyun sect. Are you tired of living?"

Hearing Venerable Dali's words, everyone on the side of the Demon Sect cursed loudly, and the white-faced scholar who had never made a sound finally stood up after hearing the words.

He only heard him ask with a smile: "Are you the Venerable Vigorous Master of the Vajra Gate?"

Venerable Dali looked at him, saw that he was still smiling, and said, "That's right! It's me, and who are you?"

The scholar didn't answer, but just said to himself: "If Wan Jianyi said what he said just now, if Wan Jianyi was in front of him, we, your so-called clowns, might still have some scruples."

Then he looked at Venerable Dali and said, "But with the cultivation base and Taoism of those three-legged cats in the Vajra Sect, you should hide behind the Qingyun Sect."

Venerable Dali's face turned red when he heard the words, and his expression was filled with anger.

But the stone behind him cursed loudly: "Bastard, do you dare to deceive me that there is no one in the Vajra Sect?"

As he said that, Shi Shi jumped up, and the golden light of the wolf fang magical weapon shot towards the white-faced scholar.

Upon seeing this, Venerable Dali shouted anxiously: "Stone, come back quickly! Don't act rashly!"

It may be too late, the stone is extremely fast, and rushed to the white-faced scholar in a blink of an eye.

I saw that white-faced scholar raised his right hand calmly, with a flash of light in his palm, he was facing the golden mace.

In a blink of an eye, the golden light collided with the blue light, but after a while, the golden light of the mace was wiped out by the clear light, revealing the real body of the mace, which was held in the palm of the white-faced scholar.

The white-faced scholar smiled and said, "Young man, with your little cultivation, you should go back and practice hard for another 100 years!"

After speaking, he waved his palm, and saw a blue light flash, the stone flew backwards, and the mace also came out of his hand and fell into the distance.

Upon seeing this, Venerable Dali quickly caught the flying back stone, checked it, and was relieved to see that he had only suffered some minor injuries.

Cang Song's complexion changed drastically, and he asked the white-faced scholar coldly: "Who is Your Excellency? How come the Qiankun Qingguang Ring, which has been missing for thousands of years, is in your hands?"

(End of this chapter)