Chapter 294: Killing a Sect Foundation Establishment Cultivator Requires a Reason

"Ah?"

Han Lin was stunned.

"Give it to you."

Jiang Ding threw a token, which was created by the sect when Liu Sanqi was there, used to represent the identity of a Jin Ling Mountain disciple, and also had the function of entering the library and other places.

Han Lin left with a small shock.

"Next, Mercury Silver Spirit Gold."

"It belongs to me, only I can exert its true effect, instead of refining it into some messy poison banners..."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

*Swish! *

A deep blue flying sword broke through the array of the mountain peak and flew toward the distance.

The sect hall Foundation Establishment discussion ended, and the Foundation Establishment escape lights scattered.

"Spirit Martial clan brother,"

A Zhou-surname early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator felt inexplicable anxiety, lowered his voice and transmitted: "It's fine to discuss Little Uncle-Grandmaster in the sect hall, just words, we directly snatched Little Uncle-Grandmaster's Poison Flow Silver Mine... if he Foundation Establishes, I'm afraid..."

Fear flashed in the faces of several Zhou-surname Foundation Establishment cultivators nearby.

In the records of the disciples, the innate sword body in the Qi Refining stage killed the same rank like slaughtering dogs.

If it were Foundation Establishment,

Dare not imagine what a terrifying situation it would be.

"What is called his Poison Flow Silver Mine?"

Zhou Lingwu was displeased, sneering: "Lanshan spiritual mine, this is a spiritual mine that the sect has been mining for hundreds of years, when did it become private property? If so, I will also go and find an iron mine tomorrow."

"Although so..."

The surrounding Foundation Establishment cultivators still didn't speak.

In the cultivation world, there is no such thing as reason or not. It has always been the strong who are respected, and the weak dare to snatch the strong's things, which is a violation of reason.

"What so, what so?!"

Zhou Lingwu said impatiently: "He has been a shrinking turtle in Jin Ling Mountain for so long, he must be hopeless in Foundation Establishment, so what if he is a hero in Qi Refining? You don't have to be so mouse-like."

"Step back, even if he Foundation Establishes, so what? Is this thing for me to use? Can I use a Tier 3 Poison Flow Silver Mine?"

He sneered.

"Could it be, Spirit Martial brother, you dedicated it to..."

The three Foundation Establishment cultivators felt relieved, and let out a long sigh of relief.

It's not that they are carrying things alone.

"You don't have to think of me like this, the value of Poison Flow Silver Mine is high, but I didn't take it to heart."

Zhou Lingwu shook his head, killing intent in his eyes: "Nine-Aperture Golden Fruit, it must be my Zhou clan's, it must be my Kunlong uncle's, no one can snatch it, no one can!"

"It would be better if he argued."

"If he really doesn't know how to live or die, and snatches a Tier 3 spiritual mine from the Jin Dan ancestor, this is exactly what I and the elders in the clan hope to see..."

His words were cold.

"Clan brother, it is us who underestimated you."

The surrounding Foundation Establishment cultivators looked solemn, showing shame.

Clang!

Suddenly, a sword hum.

All the Foundation Establishment cultivators who had just come out of the sect hall discussion changed color, stopped their escape lights, looked up at the sky, and felt instinctive fear in their hearts.

*Swish! *

A deep blue flying sword broke through the air, faint Destruction Sword Intent permeated the four fields, watching all the Foundation Establishment cultivators in the clouds.

"Seen... Little Uncle-Grandmaster!"

The peak Foundation Establishment Sect Master Lei Linghe looked bitter, foreseeing something, and bowed respectfully.

"Foundation Establishment?"

"Foundation Establishment!"

Many Qiyu Sect Foundation Establishment cultivators realized something, joy, fear, anxiety, resentment, etc., but no matter what, they all bent down and bowed respectfully to the sky.

"Seen, Little Uncle-Grandmaster!"

The Foundation Establishment cultivators bowed in unison, singing in unison.

The deep blue flying sword unfolded its sword intent, searched for a moment, locked onto Zhou Lingwu and three others, and flew down as a deep blue sword light.

Other Foundation Establishment cultivators breathed a sigh of relief, waking up from the fear and stiffness of the sword intent suppression.

Then they saw the flying sword, falling with killing intent, crisp and neat, without any nonsense.

"Little Uncle-Grandmaster, no!"

Sect Master Lei Linghe's face changed.

"I am a sect Foundation Establishment, you dare to kill me?!"

Zhou Lingwu roared.

His heart was filled with fear, magic power and spiritual sense erupted, a flame shield high-grade magic tool unfolded in front of him, flames rising, golden light brilliant, rising to several feet high, covering him tightly in front.

But, the fear in his heart did not mean to decrease at all.

"Zhou Ancestor!"

"I am Zhou Ancestor, your Second Senior Brother's clansman! You cannot kill me!"

Zhou Lingwu roared tremblingly.

The deep blue flying sword paused for a moment, seemingly thinking, and detached from the sword light form.

"Poison Flow Silver Mine is the sect's thing! It was not snatched by me!"

Zhou Lingwu woke up from the suffocating fear, roared: "You have no reason to kill me, otherwise you will cut yourself off from the sect, the two ancestors will not let you go."

"I died, you will also die!"

"You want a reason?"

"There is one."

The deep blue flying sword vibrated the air, making a sound, and then passed a picture extracted from the soul of the Blood Slaughter Hall peak Foundation Establishment cultivator to Sect Master Lei Linghe.

"Yu Ying old man died, and was soul-searched?!"

Lei Linghe's face changed, terrified.

This is a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator well-known in the Blood Slaughter Hall, whose strength is much stronger than his, and who has killed more than ten Qiyu Sect Foundation Establishment lives, and is the controller of many secret agents in the Blood Slaughter Hall.

"... Secret agent... even if Zhou Lingwu is guilty of heinous crimes."

Lei Linghe was not surprised by this, barely saying: "Little Uncle-Grandmaster, please wait for the ancestor to leave the customs and make a ruling on him..."

"No need."

"Since there is a reason, that's enough."

*Swish! *

The deep blue flying sword did not pause, turned into a sword light and fell toward Zhou Lingwu's head, ignoring the flame shield as nothing, instantly piercing through, without even a slight blocking effect.

"No!"

Zhou Lingwu was terrified, crazy, burned his essence blood and fled toward the main peak of the fire vein.

*Swish! *

A deep blue flying sword passed through his head, a large hole appeared on his forehead, his body stiffened, fell to the ground powerlessly, splashing large pieces of dust.

The surrounding Qiyu Sect Foundation Establishment cultivators felt cold in their hearts.

Foundation Establishment cultivators like them, who are also called uncles and seniors outside, died in front of them like dead dogs, unable to even resist.

"Lei Linghe."

The deep blue flying sword vibrated, the voice came, indifferently saying: "You as the Sect Master, let the secret agent mix into the sect's high level, do you know your crime?"

"Disciple knows his crime!"

Lei Linghe's body shook, not daring to argue at all.

He did not have the confidence to escape from the flying sword that killed the Blood Slaughter Hall Yu Ying Daoist, so naturally, he said whatever the other party said.

"Then, there should be accomplices for this secret agent, shouldn't you investigate thoroughly?"

The deep blue flying sword swept across with spiritual sense, clearly falling on the other three Foundation Establishment cultivators who participated in snatching the Poison Flow Silver Mine, making them show terrified expressions, their blood and soul almost frozen.

"Little Uncle-Grandmaster, this..."

Lei Linghe showed difficulty.

As far as he knew, this matter involved the Zhou Ancestor, and a mere Sect Master, how dare he touch the tiger's whiskers?

"Disciple will try his best to check."

He bit the bullet and said.

"Good, as soon as possible, don't let the sect be harmed by secret agents."

"Otherwise I will take action personally and kill all the demon people who intend to lurk in the sect."

The deep blue sword light flicked its tail and disappeared in front of everyone.

Many Qiyu Sect Foundation Establishment breathed a sigh of relief.

They stood up and looked at each other.

Same

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