Duan Juntian looked extremely ugly and punched the ground angrily: "I will definitely avenge this! I will definitely avenge you!"

At this time, Duan Junhong and Duan Jundi woke up, not knowing what had happened.

Duan Ruhui explained the matter simply, and the two of them suddenly turned pale: "Damn it, I didn't get such a magical weapon!"

"He has that knife on his body. We are no match for him, but if we report this news to the elders of the clan, we should get a lot of rewards."

Duan Junhong suggested.

"That's all I can do..."

Duan Ruhui sighed.

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Murong Wudi returned to Tianxiao Town in embarrassment. When he arrived at Kasyapa Hall, he saw a slender woman standing in his room.

Murong Wudi was shocked and said quickly: "Qianmian Zhenren, why did you come here in person? If the Qinglan Sect discovers it, I'm afraid it won't be good..."

The woman, the Thousand-faced Real Person in Murong Wudi's mouth, turned her head slightly, her face was ordinary, and she looked like an ordinary farm girl.

"I found that fourteen of the blood soul bottles in my hand were broken. If I don't come here in person, wouldn't the men I entrusted to you have to be wiped out? Tell me, what happened."

Murong Wudi looked a little ugly and said in a low voice: "An underground palace appeared in the Ice Devil's Cave, which contains the inheritance of the ancient ice dragon. As soon as I got the news, I rushed there with my secret team..."

"Who did you meet then? Why are all the people in the secret team dead?"

Qianmianrenren snorted coldly and said.

"He is a peak fighting spirit..."

Murong Wudi himself felt that it was very shameful to say this, but in front of Qianmian Zhenren, he did not dare to lie at all.

Then he told what happened in detail, and said unwillingly: "If it weren't for that fighting weapon, I could kill that kid with one palm!"

"The peak fighting spirit has received the fighting weapon inherited from the ancient ice dragon... As far as I know, that ancient ice dragon should have been an eighth-level dragon, equivalent to a fighting master! That fighting weapon is probably in the sky.

Intermediate level and above..."

The Thousand-faced Man whispered to himself.

The next moment, before Murong Wudi could react, she had already disappeared into the room. This elusive escape technique was countless times better than Hattori Hanzo's half-assed earth fire escape technique.

Murong Wudi breathed a sigh of relief.

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"Qiu Wanli, the Hundred-Headed Demon King, was beheaded with one sword. The person who killed him was a peak fighting spirit, holding a heaven-level fighting weapon inherited from the ancient ice dragon!"

News like this spread rapidly like a plague, and before long, it had reached the ears of the Blood Killing Sect.

Blood murder sect.

The main hall of the clan.

Since the Blood Killing Demon Ancestor has been in seclusion all year round, there are three elders at the peak Dou Huang level who control all matters of the Blood Killing Sect. One is in charge of the Killer Hall, one is in charge of the treasury within the sect, and one is in charge of the spies lurking in various places.

Under them, there are more than twenty emperor-level elders of various stars, who are responsible for decision-making, judgment, and management of small matters.

Each of these three great elders is an old monster over two hundred years old. The strong men who have entered the first level of life and death rarely gather together on weekdays.

But after the Blood Killing Sect received the news that Qiu Wanli had been killed, the three of them all came to the sect leader's hall with extremely ugly expressions.

"The murder of the three great elders, Qiu Wanli, has been widely circulated. Some people say that it was because our ancestor went crazy and our Blood Killing Sect was at sunset. This kind of thing happened. If this matter is not handled properly,

By promoting my reputation as a blood-killing sect, I'm afraid those people will take us less and less seriously, and our business will become increasingly bleak."

A nine-star fighting emperor said to the three of them with a slightly respectful tone.

In addition to him, there are more than ten star fighting emperors, as long as they are still in the Blood Killing Sect, they have all arrived at the sect master's hall at this moment.

After the three great elders exchanged words in a low voice, one of them snorted coldly and said: "Jian Wuxue, find out the identity of this son and kill the Nine Clans."

"yes!"

"In addition, bring back his fighting weapon, and don't let anyone else take the lead. The inheritance of the ancient ice dragon may be helpful to us in breaking through the barrier of life and death."

"My subordinate understands that I will definitely bring his head back together with the fighting weapon."

"Since even Qiu Wanli is no match for him, and Murong Wudi, the master of Kasyapa Palace, was repelled by him, don't send killers below Dou Wang. You should go and do it yourself."

After the three elders made their decision, the Nine-Star Dou Emperor Jian Wuxue took five six-star Dou Emperors and flew away from the Blood Killing Sect towards the Luoxue Mountains.

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"The transformation progress of the Purple Lightning Bird is 76%."

"Ding! Congratulations on the completion of the Flame Horse's transformation!"

Ning Qi was roasting a game on the bank of a huge river that was hundreds of feet wide, endlessly long, and rolling with waves. When he was halfway through eating, good news came from the system.

He immediately let the little white horse out. As soon as the little white horse appeared, it neighed happily and ran around for a few times at a very fast speed before coming to Ning Qi and licking his cheek with her tongue.

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At this time, the little white horse was already a fifth-level low-level monster, and the flames on his body were even more dazzling. Ning Qi put his palm on it, and it felt warm, but he took a branch and put it on it, and it burned immediately.

After removing the ashes, it can be seen that the flames on its body are no longer ordinary fires, but strange fires!

"Haha, I didn't expect you to become the King of Fighters earlier than me."

Ning Qi smiled and patted his head, then grabbed a handful of spiritual elixir and fed it into its mouth.

While chewing, the little white horse looked at Ning Qi with flattering eyes.

At this time, Xiao Jin crawled along Ning Qi's feet to his shoulders, squeaked a few times, and Ning Qi threw a spiritual nourishing pill to him, and Xiao Jin hugged it and ate it wildly.

"You are so small, why are you so unsatisfactory? You have taken so many spiritual nourishing pills, but you still don't know how powerful you are."

Ning Qi sighed.

Xiao Jin Zhizhi retorted a few words and rolled his eyes, obviously unhappy.

"Say you're not happy yet."

Ning Qi angrily reached out and flicked its little head.

"Brother, did you see a group of bandits running past here? They captured my sister!"

Suddenly, a figure stumbled towards Ning Qi. He had scars all over his body. He had obviously experienced a battle. This person was not high in cultivation and looked like a three-star fighting master.

Ning Qi took a look at his attributes.

Qingyun Sect: Yang Zhiwen.

Level: Three Star Fighter.

Kung Fu: Huang-level middle-grade ‘Qi Condensation Art’.

Martial skills: Yellow rank middle grade ‘Crazy Demon Fist’.

HP:330.

With such a blood volume, he is simply weak. Ning Qi can kill him with just one finger.
Chapter completed!