Fantasy: The Path of the Villain

In just a few days, more than a dozen mid-level families were uprooted by mysterious forces.

Only a very small number of people or bloodlines survived the extermination of the people, and now those who survived are hiding in Tibet, and only a few descendants dare to come forward to tell the story.

Although I don't know who the group of men in black are and what their purpose is, it is obvious that they carried out the act of extermination with the idea of ​​revenge.

Do not interfere with any civilians and other aristocratic dynasties, and they are all inextricably linked with the Qin family, whether it is hostile or friendly.

What they can be sure of is that the spearhead or center of those people must be in the Qin family, or the "Qin Li" who has a problem.

"Regardless of whether the rumors in the market are true or not, at least you have to check it yourself to know..."

At this time, the heads of the clans representing several major forces sat down together and discussed with each other the clans under their respective banners, why this extermination happened.

And the person who spoke was the Yang Family of the Xuanhuo Immortal Dynasty, a powerful force with a special flame bloodline that dominated one side, and ruled the existence of ten directions and ten thousand realms.

The middle-level clans under the banner alone are close to dozens of families, but in the past few days, the Yang family accounted for one-third of the clans that disappeared, reaching as many as four.

Although the Yang family had already blown their beards and stared angrily, they didn't dare to go after the current Qin family without conclusive evidence.

The Qin family was protected by both the Tianyang Chamber of Commerce and the Shiyao Pill Sect. Due to various problems, these powerful forces were unable to investigate openly.

One involves a hegemony-level force, and the other involves multiple forces, which is a very difficult situation for them.

Although everyone belongs to the same big forces, they are also divided into three, six or nine grades, and the overlord is the top group among them...

"By the way, is there really a problem with the Qin family? After all, it's not uncommon for thieves to cry out for thieves..."

At this time, after careful consideration, a middle-aged man said the answer that had been verified and buried.

"It's not like you don't know that people from the Devil's Cult are the most proficient at concealing and killing people with a knife."

As soon as this remark came out, there was a cold snort immediately, and he vetoed this view without thinking.

"After all, the Qin family accepted their support and joined the banner when they were about to fall behind. Otherwise, they would have been eaten away by others."

"That's right, the issue of the Demon Cult's remnant party still depends on the Wang family at the head. If they hadn't tried their best to find it, the matter might have become more serious..."

Listening to their intense discussions over there, the middle-aged man in plain clothes and white robes was snorting in secret, "Demon Sect, Wang Family..."

There was a bit of disgust and displeasure on his face, and he didn't know whether it was towards the Demon Cult or the Wang family, of course it might be both.

...

"At present, the Qin family has not been noticed. This is a good start, but it seems that someone has noticed something..."

This time, when Su Yi returned to Immortal Dao Palace, he suddenly felt a strange look from the people around him.

A potential hostile gaze, as if to keep a distance from him at all times.

Immediately afterwards, when he heard some news, his pupils contracted slightly.

"Song Tiancheng is dead?"

"Yes, young master, although I don't know the truth of the matter, I can find out that the Song family is indeed there, and I have sent people to Xiandao Palace."

Every disciple of Xiandao Palace will establish a life contract with his own identity token to prevent accidents.

Although each race has its own means, this can be regarded as insurance in the Immortal Palace, preventing accidents from happening to its disciples.

"Interesting, it's really interesting, go back to Immortal Palace directly." Looking at the familiar realm ahead, Su Yi spoke indifferently.

Afterwards, the flying boat suddenly turned into a divine light, began to enter the teleportation circle of the Immortal Dao Palace, and instantly disappeared in the border area where people came and went.

When he returned to Xiandao Palace, Su Yi didn't bother with the Song family's mess, but flew to his residence to care about the little maid who seemed to be forgotten.

"Hoo, drink, ah! Go to the sword array."

Before he entered the practice site, Su Yi heard a coquettish shout from a distance, and the sound seemed to convey someone's perseverance and strong will.

The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword, the aura is flying.

The sound of tinkling metal clashed into his ears.

"Half-step saint? It seems that Xiao Nizi can practice hard without me watching, much better than Ling Wei..."

Su Yi thought silently, and then walked into the courtyard quietly, quietly looking at Wu Qingying not far away who had forgotten to practice swordsmanship.

At this time, her opponent is still the bloody long sword Xiaohong, and her strength has reached the half-step saint, and she can also live with Xiaohong.

Although there is a lot of water in it, it cannot deny Wu Qingying's seriousness and hard work.

When a flash of red light that was as fast as lightning suddenly passed by, she tried to resist it as much as possible, but in the end she could no longer resist this move.

The speed is fast, and in terms of exquisiteness, she cannot detect and distinguish it.

It is also a sword of a half-step saint, the difference between the two is like a beginner and a great master, it is difficult to compare.

"...It still failed." Wu Qingying looked down, staring blankly at the divine sword in her hand. When she raised her enthusiasm again, she turned her head and saw a familiar figure.

"Xiao Hong. We are... here, young master?!"

I saw that Xiaohong had already flown to the distance, hovering beside the figure standing under the shade of the tree, as if happily flying in circles, and that person was the Su Yi she had been thinking about day and night.

Immediately afterwards, she turned into a ray of light, and in the blink of an eye, she came to the man, holding the Excalibur in her arms, her eyes were hazy and choked up, and she said, "I... thought you had forgotten Qingying..."

"It's true that a lot of things happened when I went out to do errands this time, but my beautiful little maid was a bit neglected." Su Yi smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand to hold her white hand, "Come on, let's go back to rest, we won't start today. Practiced."

"Well, good son."

Looking at the big warm hand holding her, Wu Qingying blushed slightly, and nodded emphatically.

...

"Senior Yuan, I don't know what happened to my son Tian Cheng, his fate is broken now..."

At this time, in the main hall of Tianzhu Peak, the Song family was headed by Song Xiao, and the current head of the Song family personally came to ask about his son's death.

After confirming that it wasn't a matter of fate cards, it was that Song Tiancheng encountered a desperate situation and died in it.

"...I don't know the situation for the time being, but the individual disciples who are with me may know something."

Looking at Song Xiao, who was frowning but still had to take care of his family's face, he tried his best to endure the anger that was about to erupt at any time.

Elder Yuan Yi also sighed softly, and at the same time motioned to several disciples who followed him to step forward and explain the situation.

Following Yuan Yi's words, among the disciples in the hall, two or three quickly walked out of their respective bodies, all disciples with injuries of varying degrees.

Some had red bruises on their faces, while others had an arm immobilized so as not to interfere with healing.

Regardless of whether the injury is light or severe, but for these people with half-step god-like strength to have injuries of various sizes, the situation they encounter is definitely dangerous to a certain extent.