I Can Track Everything

A quarter of an hour later.

The battle over Yunxiao Sect came to an end.

The disciples of the Yunxiao Sect witnessed this battle with their own eyes, and their expressions at this time had changed from fear to panic and confusion.

In their eyes, the second senior brother, who was invincible and considered invincible at the same level, was actually defeated by that Tuesday, and even had one of his arms broken off.

Although the other party is suspected of relying on the magic weapon, anyone with a discerning eye can see that if neither party uses the magic weapon, Tuesday will still be better than the second senior brother.

"I lost."

Yuntian covered his injured right arm and left the stage lonely.

There was no taunting on Tuesday, but he just silently returned behind the Saint King of Styx.

Saint King Styx looked at the expressions of the Yunxiao Sect disciples below and felt quite satisfied.

Today, the news that the disciples of the Mingyuan Sect defeated Yuntian, the top talent in the Southern Region, on Tuesday will soon spread.

When the time comes, there is no fear that no monks will join them in the Ming Yuan Sect.

Top powerhouses like them are too far away from ordinary monks, and it is difficult to determine the winner in a fight. In contrast, if you want to show the muscles of the Abyss Sect, you still have to rely on the younger generation.

Of course, defeating Yuntian on Tuesday is just the beginning, and it is not a big deal. What we really want to defeat are the geniuses of those super sects.

When the young and powerful men of the Underworld Sect overwhelmed the genius of the true spirit world, half of the battle for power between the two realms was won by the Underworld Sect.

"The two prides of the Southern Region Immortal Alliance, the innate Taoist body... Alas, in fact, this Yuntian has good qualifications, but he is not good at meeting the sect. If we were in the Mingyuan Sect, how could such talented monks use such poor magic weapons? What a pity. …”

Youyou sighed, and Saint King Styx had no intention of saying hello to Yunxiao Sect, so he turned around and entered the flying boat.

After a while, the flying boat got into the space channel again.

…

Half a day later, the news of the defeat of the Southern Territory Prodigy Yuntian spread throughout the Southern Territory. The Evil God Temple could not block it even if it wanted to. It was obvious that the Abyssal Sect was behind this.

For a time, many monks who were not doing well in the Southern Territory had other thoughts.

"Next stop, where to go?"

In the flying boat, Saint King Styx looked at the map of the Southern Territory, which seemed to be pointing out the country.

"Senior Styx, go to the Evil Temple. I want to challenge Nether, the Evil Temple."

A clear female voice came from behind him.

Saint King Styx frowned and said: "Niece Ziyue, there has been no news from Netherworld for more than a year. She must have been trained intensively by a few old guys in the true spirit world. Her strength is not comparable to that of Yuntian. It is better for us to take it step by step. "

Ziyue was very dissatisfied when she heard this, but in the end she didn't say anything.

In the battle between the two realms, stability is the most important thing. Let alone now, even if there is only one city left in the real spirit realm, stability must be pursued. When she reaches her level, she naturally understands this truth.

"Are there any other famous young experts in the Southern Territory?"

Saint King Styx asked casually.

A monk from the Netherworld Sect who was responsible for collecting intelligence replied: "There are many young and powerful people in the Southern Territory. Leaving aside Yun Tian, ​​there is also the Evil Temple Xie Feng. This person is Netherworld's senior brother. His cultivation in the early stages of transcending the tribulation, although his talent is not comparable to He went to Netherworld, but he was also highly appreciated by the Lord of the Evil Temple, and his strength was not weaker than that of Yuntian.

In addition, there is Xianmen Duan Qian. This person is the fourth disciple of the Xianmen master. He is responsible for the affairs of the Xianmen in the Southern Territory and is also quite powerful.

In addition, there are several young strong men in the Southern Demon City. The strongest one is Dongfang Conglong, a monk in the middle of the Tribulation. He comes from the same lineage as the Lord of the Demon City and practices the Nine-turn Golden Body Art.

There is also Chen Chen, the Lord of Shenglong City, whose cultivation level is unknown, but he made a splash when he participated in the battle in the Blood Demon Forest more than a year ago, and his performance was not inferior to the top talents such as Qionghua Netherworld.

Later, during the battle with the Mingyuan Sect, this man even took out nearly a hundred thousand spiritual crystals. It was precisely because of these spiritual crystals that the Ten Thousand Spirits Cauldron was damaged..."

"Chen Chen..."

Saint King Styx frowned.

He had only heard of the other geniuses, including You Ming, but he had seen this Chen Chen with his own eyes, and he still had an impression of it.

If it hadn't been for this kid, how would the Ten Thousand Spirits Cauldron be destroyed? If the Wanling Cauldron is not damaged, he will not go to the vast desert to suffer...

"Let's go to Thang Long City."

After thinking for a moment, Saint King Styx immediately decided.

"Niece Ziyue, are you interested in dealing with this Chen Chen?"

Ziyue from behind replied directly: "I'm not interested. I won't fight anyone until I defeat Netherworld."

"Sect Master, how about I do it?"

On Tuesday, a monk in white clothes next to him took the initiative to ask for help.

He is the only true spiritual monk besides Tuesday and Qing Xuanming, named Wang San...

Of course, both Tuesday and Wang San were names chosen to humiliate the sects of the True Spirit Realm.

"It's up to me to do it. You True Spirit Realm monks have already made a move, and it's our turn to be the Abyss Realm monks."

A prodigy from the Abyss Realm started to argue.

The geniuses of the two worlds are in the same sect, so naturally they are not convinced by each other.

Saint King Styx frowned slightly and said: "No matter who takes action, this Chen Chen must die.

The previous release of Yuntian's horse showed the broad mind of our Mingyuan Sect.

Killing Chen Chen now shows that anyone who opposes our Hades Sect will only die. Only by giving both kindness and power can the monks in the True Spirit World be more in awe of our Hades Sect. "

…

During the discussion, the flying boat had already opened the space channel and flew towards Shenglong City.

Half an hour later, the flying boat appeared above Shenglong City.

At this time, Thang Long City was much more prosperous than a year ago. There were probably no less than 100,000 monks coming and going in the city.

Seeing Shenglong City below, Holy King Styx smiled. In a place with many monks, news spread quickly.

Without hesitation, he flew out of the flying boat, preparing to stage what happened in Yunxiao Sect in Shenglong City, but this time it was not him who spoke, but Wang San.

"Master Shenglong City, I'm Wang San, a disciple of the Mingyuan Sect. I've heard about the city lord's reputation for a long time, so I'm here to challenge you today. I also invite the city lord to come out and see you."

After the words fell, a figure flew out from Shenglong City.

"Uh, fellow Taoists of the Mingyuan Sect, our city lord went out to do some business and has not returned yet!"

The one who spoke was Chen An. Within half a day, he already knew what happened in Yunxiao Sect and who were in the flying boat above.

No matter what, Shenglong City can never afford to offend such beings.

"Not back?" Wang San didn't believe it.

Chen An, who was quite bachelor below, directly opened the Shenglong City protective formation. Anyway, this formation is useless for the peak of Mahayana except for blocking the detection of spiritual consciousness.

"The fellow Taoists in the Abyss Realm are very powerful. You will know at a glance whether the city lord is in the city or not."

After saying that, cold sweat started to drip from his forehead. He was really afraid that the people from the Ming Yuan Sect would destroy Shenglong City in anger.

At the same time, he admired Chen Chen more and more.

The city lord must have known the news in advance, so he took refuge a month ago.

He truly deserves to be a city lord and a sage. Otherwise, like that Yuntian, who had his arms and legs broken and became a stepping stone for the Ming Yuan Sect, how would he have the dignity to hang out in the true spirit world in the future?

Wang San swept his consciousness and soon found that there was no trace of Chen Chen in the city, and couldn't help but look at the Holy King of Styx.

Saint King Styx looked at Shenglong City below, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Chen An felt chills all over when he saw him, but he couldn't back down at this moment. He said loudly: "Fellow Taoist from the Abyss Realm, we in Shenglong City don't have much strength. I have the highest cultivation level and have only just merged. Several seniors If you want to attack us, then just do it."

The cold light in Styx Saint King's eyes disappeared when he heard this.

As he reached the peak of Mahayana, he naturally disdained to take action against some weaklings.

Moreover, if the Mingyuan Sect wants to gain the support of more monks from the true spirit world, they cannot massacre the city at will. This is also the reason why Yuntian was spared on Tuesday.

But just letting the Lord of Shenglong City go is impossible.

As soon as he thought about it, he said coldly: "Junior, you are pretty good at hiding your body and concealing the consciousness of the monks who have passed through the tribulation, but do you think I can't find you?

But since you are timid, forget it. We, the disciples of the Ming Yuan Sect, don’t even bother to do anything to a turtle with a shrunken head, so let’s go. "

After saying this, Feizhou returned to the space channel.

As soon as they left, the monks in Shenglong City below first breathed a sigh of relief, and then started talking among themselves.