After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

Yunwaitian

In the Sifang Garden, the twilight was sinking, and the rosy glow was spreading over the entire Yunjing School. In the courtyards where there were people coming and going, no one was walking outside. In the silence, there was a gentle breeze, deep Gray silk and satin are hung all over the corners of the roof, dancing with the wind under the sunlight.

An unnamed disciple who was locked in the outer courtyard secretly pushed open the wooden window and opened a small gap. Through the narrow gap, a pair of bright black eyes secretly looked at the gray ribbon on the eaves.

The wind brought them up, and they staggered one after another, which was unusually abrupt in such a quiet scene, falling in the ears, like hitting the heart.

This is the silk and satin that hangs all over the Yunjing faction, and it is a "silk gift" after the death of the descendants of the Yunjing faction.

Not seen in 500 years—

Disciples of the Outer Court who were of low status like them could not go to Beiyuan to mourn, and were ordered to stay in the house and could not come out. They could not see the whole picture of the silk gift, so they could only peek at a corner.

In fact, they were also a little sad about Miss San's passing away.

The third miss, An Huailing, is different from her two strict elder brothers. Although she seldom goes out of court, she treats others kindly, and has never been harsh on her disciples and servants. She is quiet and beautiful, and is very loved by others...

And such a person died just like that.

Someone also dug open the dantian and took away the essence.

The end is miserable...

This incident caused quite a stir in the entire Zhongtian Realm.

The Yunjing Sect is one of the three most prosperous fairy sects today, and now under their own noses, someone has cruelly killed their bloodlines. This is no different from being slapped in the face. It is both a shame and a great provocation .

Anhuaiting, the leader of the Yunjing faction, a great power at the fusion stage, how could he swallow this breath.

The main hall in Beiyuan is a seven-story building with red paint and gray tiles. The four-corner eaves rise up like flying swallows. The three-foot-long dark gray silk ribbon is accompanied by a little cloud and mist. In the sunlight, several lone cranes are raising their heads and singing alone. , with a hoarse voice, outside the main hall, on both sides under the eaves, stood many outside disciples of the Yunjing Sect in gray clothes.

The door of the main hall was closed tightly, and the atmosphere in the room was solemn at the moment.

The elders and representatives of each sect were seated on the left and right sides, and An Huaiting stood in the middle.

His complexion was gloomy and somewhat pale, and his complexion did not look good. His well-defined face was covered with a thin layer of ice, his jet-black hair was tied up in a golden crown, and a wisp of hair fell on his originally meticulous forehead, which was a little messy and untidy.

Without the usual rigor and patriarchal style.

The dark gray brocade clothes are thick and complicated, and the tall body gives people a sense of oppression, and the surrounding air is tense.

An Huaicheng was standing behind him, his hair tied up in a golden crown, and his face was not very good-looking.

After a while, An Huaiting raised his eyes, his eagle-like eyes were sharp and deep, he glanced around inadvertently, his voice was low, as if he was suppressing his anger: "A few days ago, my third sister was plotted against and died." After a pause, "...in my Cloud Realm faction..."

As he said that, he closed his eyes, his heart was heavy, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a self-deprecating arc, as if he was spurning his incompetent self.

Suppressing his emotions, he took a deep breath and clenched his hands into fists, as if he couldn't bear to remember.

It seems that Miss San's murder has dealt a big blow to this elder brother.

All the immortals thought in their hearts, after hearing his words, their expressions were complicated for a while, and they felt a little sympathetic.

Being assassinated in one's own sect, it's really embarrassing to say it..., not to mention that the Yunjing faction has always valued blood, and now, it is really hard to accept that one of the direct descendants, who is still his own sister, has been so unexplainably damaged.

"Then dare to ask Lord An, did you leave any clues at the scene?"

Lin Qi, the master of the Golden Gate Gate, was wearing a dark brown Chinese attire. He looked about forty years old, with a beard under his nose, and his appearance was not outstanding. He turned his head sideways, looked at An Huaiting and asked.

An Huaiting's complexion was even more gloomy, the cruelty in his eyes was like a sheet of ice, he pursed his lips, unable to speak, and took a while to speak.

"No...the other party was clean and neat, without leaving any traces of exercises..."

"This……!"

Lin Qi was a little surprised.

In the hall, small discussions sounded.

Without any traces, even if the people from the Yunjing faction wanted to investigate, they would have no way to investigate.

Although the third lady of the Cloud Realm Sect is not a powerful person in the current world, she is still at the stage of Dzogchen Transformation. The other party kills people so easily and disappears without a trace. I am afraid that her cultivation is so high that she has nothing to fear.

And the one who can do it all over the world happens to appear in the Yunjing faction... I'm afraid that's the only one.

Lin Qi looked away, and looked at the representative of the Changtian Sword Sect, the Master of Qingyuan Peak, who was sitting in the first seat across the street with unknown meaning.

Shu Yuan was dressed in white clothes hanging lazily on his body, leaning on the chair, his eyes looked around the magnificent hall decoration, and his ears listened casually.

Perhaps feeling Lin Qi's gaze, he rolled his eyeballs, and smiled at him belatedly, still in that unkempt appearance, unshaven, without the spirit of a swordsman at all.

He smiled embarrassingly, but he was not angry at all, he just stood up, facing everyone's eyes, walked to the middle, and stood beside An Huaiting.

Loudly said: "Everyone knows that my junior brother loves his family very much. He likes to stay in his own snow peak all day long. It is rare to come out once in a hundred years. This time it may be because he has held it in for too long and is about to get moldy. Just take advantage of this grand event to come out and get some air."

After he finished speaking, he still felt that something was missing, so he bowed slightly to An Huaiting: "I am also sorry about Miss San, but Master An should also know that my junior brother wants to do something... There is really no need to be sneaky. "

Shu Yuan's face was wrinkled with a smile, and while speaking, he glanced at Lin Qi, but his words were bold enough not to provoke him.

Lin Qi was stunned and looked away.

The words of Qingyuan Peak Lord's words are a bit harsh, but they are also reasonable. If Jianzu wants to kill someone, no one in the entire Zhongtian Realm will be able to stop him.

Everyone here understands this fact.

"I heard that Sword Ancestor took someone with him. As for who it is, I can't say for sure..." The white-haired old man sitting behind also followed suit.

Shu Yuan was not in a hurry, he smiled again, and scratched his head casually: "You don't know about this, but I have inquired about it. The person who took away is the young master of Haoran Immortal Mansion."

"Young master of the Haoran Immortal Mansion?"

"Does he know Jian Zu?"

"Speaking of which, Immortal Yiqing is not here either."

"Is it true that you are looking for the young master?"

Sword Ancestor Shi Yuan seldom appeared, and he hadn't seen a shadow for decades, and now he took away the young master of Haoran Immortal Mansion.

Both surprised and unstoppable curiosity.

Lin Yanzhi stood neatly behind his father, with a displeased expression on his face, listening to the chattering voices in his ears absently, he didn't care about Yan Qing and who was taken away, he just glanced at Yan Bai sitting there position, his eyes dimmed, and he was very disappointed.

Brother Yiqing is probably looking for that trash again...

Sure enough, he still hated that bastard...

Hearing their curious voices, Shu Yuan became interested instead, and couldn't keep his mouth shut: "That's a long story, this time my junior brother leaves the customs, in fact, he wants to find an apprentice, what a coincidence, He fell in love with Shan Binglinggen, the young master of Haoran Immortal Mansion, but he didn't want to be his apprentice. When he went there last time, he was disappointed. See if there is room for maneuver. However, this is a coincidence that happened as soon as it passed."

As he spoke, he walked up to Yan Bai's side, without the slightest look or coercion of an elder, and put his hand on Yan Bai's shoulders, with a familiar face: "Little brother, whether you say yes or no, you Yi Qing Xianjun should have mentioned it to you."

Yan Bai was still expressionless, just looked at the hand on his shoulder, nodded, and said coldly: "...It seems that there is such a thing."

He wasn't dealing with it, but he had really heard the Palace Master mention it.

Everyone nodded their heads when they saw Yanbai, their faces were clear.

But I couldn't help feeling a little weird in my heart, if the Changtian Sword Sect really had a relationship with the Haoran Immortal Mansion, then...

Isn't it covering the sky with one hand...

"Brother Shu Yuan, don't worry, Mr. An has no other intentions. He called everyone here today. One is to track down the whereabouts of the murderer who killed his sister. The other is to worry about another matter..." An Huaiting looked complicated Speaking of.

His eyes narrowed slightly, he turned around, walked a few steps towards the jasper wall at the back of the hall, turned his back to everyone, and said in a low voice: "Since ancient times, the three holy objects, except the sword Zhewu Outside the hands of Sword Ancestor Shi Yuan, although there are some records in the ancient books of the auspicious beast black unicorn, but the traces are hard to find, but there is no news of the phoenix egg from the beginning to the end, and no one has seen its form so far."

As he spoke, he turned around, with a deep and serious face with sharp edges and corners, a pair of sharp eyes looking at everyone sitting here from top to bottom, and his tall body was as majestic as a mountain.

"But what it does, I think, is clear to everyone here."

Just now, he was thinking about the people from the Changtian Sword Sect and the Haoran Immortal Mansion, so he suddenly became alert.

The phoenix egg is an ancient relic, the most mysterious of the three holy relics.

Since the creation of Zhongtian Realm, there is no record in any ancient book, and no one has seen its appearance. Little is known about it. There is only a word passed down from mouth to mouth among the great immortals. It is said that the phoenix egg is the one who opened a mysterious fairyland. The key, and there is a piece of soul fragment of the holy beast Xuanfeng in the fairyland. After refining, it can directly reach the realm of ascension.

It is the most top-secret treasure, and it is something that all cultivators dream of.

They seem to have suddenly realized.

Sure enough, being able to commit crimes against the wind like this must be for something important, and if it is a phoenix egg, the weight is indeed enough... Far enough...

At this moment, the barrier enveloping their ultimate desire was broken, and the phoenix egg that Zhongtian Realm had long forgotten was pulled to the front of the screen, and everyone's desire was also drawn out.

"That's why An Jingzhu suspects that this person who is taking advantage of the evil is harming the third lady because of the phoenix egg." A female monk wearing a lotus hair crown said in a positive tone.

An Huaiting looked at her and nodded: "That's right, everyone knows that I, the Cloud Realm Sect, stick to the defense, and the weapons I use are not weapons, but the spirits in my body that transform into forms. The spirits in each person's body They are not the same, my third sister's Taoist spirit that was dug out by others will not have any abnormalities in the human body, it is no different from ordinary spirits, but if it is taken out... it will become the pull of the phoenix egg things."

"A pulling thing?! What does this mean!"

An Huaiting shook his head: "I don't know exactly how to pull it, but this phoenix egg... I'm afraid it will reappear."

"Master An, can you confirm?" Shu Yuan's expression was solemn, his idle look disappeared, he fixed his eyes on Anhuaiting, and asked seriously.

He knew that if what An Huaiting said was true, then the entire Zhongtian Realm, which had been stable for a long time, would definitely set off a bloody storm.

An Huaiting turned to look at him, in his deep eyes there was both the pain of the loss of a loved one and the complication of the storm that was about to come, he was silent for a while, and replied with difficulty: "Naturally."

Shu Yuan's eyes sank, his expression serious.

For a while, the quiet hall became noisy, and everyone was discussing with each other.

You speak my word.

Only they themselves know in their hearts that their chance to stand up has come.

For people with average aptitude who have struggled so far, hundreds or thousands of years have passed, and the deadline is approaching, but the realm has not broken through, and the regret of not being able to stand at the top in a lifetime is more terrifying than death.

So this is not some terrible war.

It is the only chance for them to achieve greatness and live forever.

They will try their best to catch it!at all costs!