Refining Heaven and Earth

Sanssouci Valley.

"What did you say?" The old man in purple robe looked back, his eyes widened and his hair flying.

The middle-aged man in front of him hurriedly lowered his head and trembled, "The disciples saw Meng Fan appear in Nanyong City, and he was at the Xu Family Manor at the moment."

"Damn traitor!"

The old man in purple robes was angry and rushed to the crown, suddenly remembered something, and lost his voice: "Those people live in Xujia Manor?"

"Yes!"

The middle-aged man bowed his head again.

boom!

The momentum was flying, and the old man in purple robes saw the powerful momentum spreading, crackling for a while, and the hall was a mess.

"Don't mention this to anyone, understand?" The old man in purple robe exclaimed.

"Yes!" The middle-aged man hurried out.

The old man in purple robes looked dignified and left the hall to go north. His body passed through the void, and for a moment, he stopped at a mountainside.

"The disciples meet with Master!"

"Come in!"

The voice of the old came from the mountain wall, and then there were ripples, dark caves appeared, and the figure of the old purple robe flashed away.

When I walked through the cave, my eyes suddenly opened up, just like a paradise, the fragrance of the birds, the aura of tangy nose, and the richness to the extreme.

A middle-aged man sits under an ancient tree, surrounded by greenery and vitality.

"Something?" Said the middle-aged man, with his jaw and beard swaying, faintly.

The old man in purple robe gradually grew uneasy, bowed down to the ground, and trembled, "The disciples are guilty, and the news of Daoguo may have leaked."

"Ok?"

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed coldly, as a steel knife fell across the void and fell on the old man in the purple robe, and a sounded voice rang, "What the **** is going on?"

The old man in purple robes looked pale and whispered the matter from beginning to end without concealing it. The middle-aged man frowned and tightened. After a while, his face was shrouded in frost.

"waste!"

The violent drinking sounded, and the air wave was close to erupting. The old man in the purple robe flew into the air, hit the mountain wall hundreds of feet away, and sprayed blood.

The body collapsed to the ground, hurriedly got up again, came to the middle-aged man to bow down, "the disciple knows wrong, the disciple **** it!"

"Humph!"

The middle-aged man sneered coldly: "If you are dead, you can restore the situation and destroy you for a long time! You can't do such a thing, what's the use of keeping you?"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

The blood was red on the chest, and the blood was still flowing, but the old man in the purple robe did not dare to wipe it.

"Nothing!"

The middle-aged man sighed, "It's too late to say anything now, think about how to remedy, what do you think?"

The old man in purple robe flashed a dark color in his eyes, and whispered, "Kill people!"

"Oh?"

The middle-aged man glanced at him, and said lightly, "Did you just say that they have a few peeping views, are they confident that they can die?"

The old man in purple robe said, "They do have a few peeping voyages, but they are not high in cultivation. It is said that the highest is only threefold."

The middle-aged man was stunned first, and then his face became more and more low, and the situation in front of him was very unfavorable. If the news of Daoshu came out, Wuyou Valley would wait for it to collapse!

The problem is that the strength distribution of the other party is very weird. There are seven or eight peeping situations, the highest is not triple, the appearance looks very young, and there are more than four hundred people returning to the virtual world.

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what is this?

Zongmen migration?

It's impossible. There can be so many returning to the realm and peeping. This kind of sect is not simple, at least Wuyougu can't get so many masters.

Besides, what about other disciples?

Big power boy experience?

That's also a bit wrong. What's the use of so many returning to the virtual world, it is enough to have a few peeping situations to follow.

The middle-aged man's brows are getting more and more frowning. It is not a problem to kill these people. The problem is the sensation caused by killing these people.

If there are any forces behind these people, then the Valley of Worry-Free will also be finished. The hegemony of those big forces is well understood. The usual method is to destroy everything that may be a murderer.

"Damn!"

The middle-aged man was in trouble, but one thing he knew very well was that Daoshu's news must not be spread.

"Go explore the tone and see what they are."

"This ..." the old man in purple robe frowned. "Will there be some grass-raising and frightening snakes? I heard that Tao Yu has also visited."

"What is he?"

The middle-aged man scorned: "I really thought that I could fight against Wuyougu by putting those wastes together? If I didn't want to have extravagant branches, I would have killed him.

When Meng Fan found them, they must have told them the news. What else could be wrong?

Now you just need to make sure they have no background, that's enough! "

"Yes, the disciples understand!" The old man in purple robes said congratulatingly, and then turned away.

"and many more!"

The middle-aged man said coldly: "Before you go, do one thing first. I don't want anyone to know the news of Daoshu, is anyone, you understand?"

The old man in the purple robe shook and lost his voice: "Master ..."

"Not yet!" The middle-aged man yelled, "Do you want this to happen again?"

"Disciple understand!"

The old man in purple robe nodded heavily, turned and walked out.

call!

Stepping out of the passage, looking at the continuous buildings in the valley of Sanssouci in the distance, the old man in purple robe appeared cold and murderous.

He was in a state of peril, and he had been too comfortable in the worry-free valley these years. The declining atmosphere gave them a reason to fall, and it was necessary to take good care of it.

night!

The top of Wuyou Valley gathered towards the same place. The owner of the valley ordered and discussed the top secrets. Daodao gathered in a valley somewhere, and more than 100 people gathered in an instant.

The old man in purple robe looked at more than a hundred people in front of him and suddenly felt that he was really stupid. How could such a top secret matter be known to so many people?

At first the news of Daoshu's resurrection came, all blamed for being too proud. Nowadays, everyone in the city knows that they must kill the killer.

"Gu, please call us late at night, what's the matter?"

"Yeah, why are you here in the wild mountains and mountains? Can't you discuss anything in the Hall of Discussion?"

"Do you want to do something to Nanyongcheng? Tao Yu's beast should have been destroyed long ago. For so many years, our disciples in Wuyou Valley have suffered a lot in Nanyongcheng!"

The old man in purple robes remained silent, his eyes glanced from the people in front of him, these were the senior members of Wuyou Valley, either the mainstay or the hope of the future.

But he has no other choice. Dao Shu's news can no longer be leaked out, and a decision must be made.

He believes that many people present are innocent, but as long as a person like Meng Fan appears, Wuyou Valley is over.

"Get up!"

With the cold words of the old purple robe, the surrounding road suddenly rose, and the crowd was surrounded in an instant.

"Gu, what are you doing?"

"In the wild countryside, what can the owner do not rest assured of, and still have to play the battle."

The old man in purple robes became more gloomy and secretly said, "Don't blame me, I have to force it."

The body slammed into the air, both palms moved into the crowd, the roar continued, but they were all blocked by the formation.

"Master, are you crazy?"

"Who the **** are you? You are not the owner."

The crowd roared and snarled towards the old man in purple robes like crazy, but there was no strong peeping at the scene, how could they withstand the killing of the old man in purple robes.

The battle was over in less than a scent of incense, with broken limbs, blood flowing, and the old man in the purple robe stood idly in the middle. The whole body fluctuated, the corners of his mouth were lightly drawn, and his eyes were red.