Mortal Seeking Immortal

Seeing that all the prisoners were about to be imprisoned in wooden prisons, a cold sound was heard, flying past the fat steward at an extremely fast speed, destroying the wooden prison they had worked hard to build for many days with just one sword strike.

The fat steward was furious, stood up, looked around and said, "How dare you! Who dares to act so arrogantly in our Qingwu Sect!"

After that, the fat steward set up several protective shields in front of him, and carefully took out a shield from his storage bag to block it in front of him. Then he took out a transmission note from his arms to send a message to the leader.

In the opinion of the fat steward, the person who can sneak into their sect silently without alerting him must not be an ordinary monk. His cultivation level is at least the foundation building stage. Such a person is definitely not a small Qi practitioner like him. Twelve level stewards can handle it.

Before the fat steward could send the message, a cold voice came from a leafy tree not far away: "You want to send a message to your boss? No need to send it, I have already given him to you. He brought it, you can tell him face to face."

After saying that, the fat steward saw a black, spherical object as big as a watermelon fall from the big tree.

The fat steward thought it was a trick, so he hurriedly stepped back, took out a talisman from his sleeve and threw it out.

The talisman flickered in mid-air, turned into dots of white light, and dissipated in the air. The next moment, the temperature of the surrounding air dropped significantly. A dozen ice picks as thick as an adult's arm appeared out of thin air, and shot toward the star. Spherical object.

Just a few pops were heard, and the spherical object was pierced into a hedgehog by the ice pick released by the fat steward, and fell to the feet of the fat steward with a thud.

Blood splashed everywhere for a moment!

Everyone looked at the feet of the fat steward and saw that the spherical object was actually a bloody head. Through the fragmented face of the head that had been stabbed with ice picks, they recognized that the owner of the head was none other than Qingwu. The head of the sect.

The faces of all the disciples changed with shock, and there was fear in their eyes. The fat steward was also startled by the leader's head at his feet, and he had a lot of thoughts in his mind. Since the leader had suffered an unexpected event, the three people who left with the leader The elder may have suffered a lot of misfortune and fell into the hands of this person.

Thinking of this, the fat steward knelt on the ground in panic, kowtowed towards the big tree and begged for mercy. Seeing him like this, the rest of the people also knelt down and begged for mercy along with the fat steward.

Just listen to the voice and say: "The Qingwu Sect is in charge of internal affairs and has abandoned its cultivation. The remaining disciples will unshackle the Qian family and other clan members, disarm and take Hualing Powder. I will spare your lives."

Upon hearing this, all the stewards of the Qingwu Sect knelt on the ground and kowtowed, begging this mysterious man to remember that for the sake of their hard work in cultivation, he would not abolish their cultivation.

Before they could finish speaking, they saw the cold light that had just slashed through the wooden prison with a sword shoot towards one of the stewards with a hissing sound, piercing his dantian.

The voice said again: "Do you do it yourself or do I do it for you? I can't guarantee that every shot can be so accurate. If you want to cultivate your skills or risk your life, you make your own choice."

The incident happened suddenly, and all the stewards were shocked by this scene. They did not dare to beg for mercy, so they had no choice but to raise their swords and cancel their cultivation.

After seeing this, the disciples were afraid of causing the mysterious man's dissatisfaction and did not dare to waste time. They untied the shackles of several major clan members and took the Hualing Powder on their own.

At this time, I heard that voice saying to the clan members of several major families: "You are here to guard the people of Qingwu Sect, and someone will deal with them soon."

The members of several major families were overjoyed to be rescued. They all knelt down and kowtowed to the direction from which the voice came.

Amidst the shouts of thanks, a secret powerful spiritual consciousness carefully scanned the inside and outside of Qingwu Sect, and finally the spiritual consciousness was fixed in the pavilion next to the stone hall.

Although there are several formations outside this pavilion, these formations are all primary formations and cannot prevent this powerful spiritual consciousness from penetrating inside.

After discovering that the pavilion was the treasure house of the Qingwu Sect, a figure quietly lurked into the pavilion from the big tree. Here, the figure finally revealed its true appearance, and it was Ye Zhou.

Ye Zhou stood in the pavilion and looked around, picking out some magical weapons, spiritual plants and other items that were slightly worth spiritual stones and pocketing them.

Ye Zhou was about to leave when he unexpectedly noticed that in a very unobtrusive corner of the wall, someone had set up a secret grid, and in addition to the hidden grid, a small defensive formation was set up.

Curious, Ye Zhou stepped forward and forcibly broke open the small formation outside the dark grid. He reached out and took out a cyan, palm-sized token from the dark grid.

Ye Zhou looked around and saw the words 'Qingxumen' engraved on the front of the token and 'Twenty-Nine' engraved on the back.

At the same time, Ye Zhou sensed that there was a very profound formation inside this token, which seemed to be the key to unlocking a certain secret realm.

Thinking of this, Ye Zhou felt excited and couldn't help but guess whether this token was the key to entering the sect's ruins called Qingxu Sect, right?

In the world of cultivating immortals, there have been many ancient sects of cultivating immortals.

Except for a small number of sects that have been standing since ancient times, most other sects have been annihilated in the long river of time due to various reasons, leaving only countless ruins with sect inheritance and treasures, waiting to be discovered one day. People find it and inherit the sect's inheritance.

Just from some jade slips recording ancient sect ruins, Ye Zhou saw no less than dozens of cases of cultivators with ordinary qualifications who were lucky enough to enter the ancient sect ruins and acquired the inheritance. Soaring into the sky, within a few hundred years he became a dominant figure in the world of immortality.

Some cultivators even rely on inheritance to establish their own sects and carry forward the inheritance of the ancient sect.

Countless such rumors have inspired batches of cultivators with mediocre qualifications who want to pursue immortality to search for information about the ruins of ancient sects in various places on the continent.

Some families even invest a lot of manpower and material resources from generation to generation to find clues about the ruins of ancient sects from ancient jade slips, and infer the specific location of the sect from them.

From the profound formation arranged on this token, Ye Zhou can be sure that this sect called Qingxu Sect is not a small sect.

Ye Zhou has a vague guess in his heart that perhaps this Qingxu Sect is a super sect with strength far exceeding the four sects and three gates on the Linghuan Continent.

Ye Zhou solemnly put the token into the storage ring and put it away, preparing to slowly inquire about the news of Qingxu Sect in the future.

Afterwards, Ye Zhou flew his sword quickly towards the direction of the Xu family. He wanted to obtain a jade talisman for completing the task and a token from the Xu family's head, so that he could return to the sect to report.