Chapter 568： Master, can kill precepts?

In the center of the northwest, there is a high mountain soaring into the clouds.

Its name, Wuwangshan!

Wuzuong was built on this mountain.

now.

In the Wuwangxian Palace on the top of the mountain.

Bu Kong Chan, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly flew a small golden sword in front of him.

Bukong Chan opened his eyes, looked at this golden sword, and frowned slightly.

"Isn't this the sword of Junior Brother He Tianyuan? Could something happen to him? Who would dare to kill my true disciple of Wuwangxianzong?"

With that, Bu Kong Chan stretched out his hand, and the golden sword fell into her palm.

But as soon as it was in the palm of the hand, this lingering little sword lost all its spirituality and became a piece of scrap iron.

Bukong Chan was wondering, so he heard a low voice outside saying, "Sister, Master let you pass!"

Bukong Chan nodded, got up and walked out of the palace where he was staying. As soon as he stood up, a flying sword appeared under his feet, and then flew straight to the hall in the sky.

When Bu Kong Chan walked into the hall, Wu Wangzong's chief Wen Xin was standing at the window looking at the clouds and mist outside.

"Master!" Bu Kong Chan said with a hand.

Gan Wenxin turned her head and glanced at her apprentice, then smiled slightly, "Cultivation is also diligent! Not bad!"

Then he sighed, "Tianyuan is dead! Do you know?"

Bukong Chan nodded and offered the golden sword in his hand, "Master, Junior Brother Tianyuan's golden sword flew back, but after it fell into my hand, he lost his spirituality!"

"Yes! My teacher just used the method of searching for souls and never found the soul of Tianyuan. It can be seen that the person who killed him also killed his soul!" Gan Wenxin said.

Bukong Chan's face was cold, "Master, this person is so cruel, I would like to go down the mountain to avenge Tianyuan Junior Brother!"

Gan Wenxin shook his head, "This is not in a hurry, I asked you to come here for something else!"

"The true celestial remains of Bafang Mountain will appear soon. This is the only opportunity to enter this collection in the past three hundred years. It is inconvenient for the teacher to go, so you can take this trip for the teacher!"

"Yes!" Bu Kong Chan had no objection.

"Remember, this matter has spread! The Chidori Monarch and the people from the surrounding major sects will take action. You have to be careful!"

"Yes!" Bukong Chan lowered his head, raised his eyebrows like two sharp swords, and a thick murderous aura rose in his eyes.

"Master, can kill precepts?"

Gan Wenxin smiled slightly, "I don't know what's going on in this remains, but if there is a secret treasure out there, it's up to you!"

"The disciple understands!"

Gan Wenxin smiled triumphantly looking at the back of Bu Kong Chan who was going away.

The disciple myself cultivated is the sword of Gengjin, killing the most.

In terms of lethality, even better than himself.

Send her down the mountain to keep the matter safe.

At the same time, similar scenes are being staged among the major sects.

And on the main road, Xue An was riding on a hired carriage, heading towards the Bafang Mountain without any rush.

There was another streamer flying above the sky, and Xue An knew that it should also be the person going to Bafang Mountain.

At this time, the man driving the car turned his head and said, "Brother, there are more and more immortals on the road in the past few days. It is estimated that something big has happened before. I advise you if there is nothing wrong, Don't go any further!"

For ordinary people like them, the streamers in the sky are all immortals.

Xue An just smiled, "Why don't it matter? Just drive your car in peace!"

Seeing that the dissuasion was ineffective, the man who drove the car had to continue on the road worriedly.

The farther you go, the more lively the road becomes.

From time to time, there are cultivators riding tall wildebeests or tigers and leopards.

At this time, the driver who drove the car would carefully pull the car to the side of the road.

And these repairers will look at the carriage with cold eyes.

But when they saw Xue An, who was still a Chinese, without any fluctuations in his cultivation level, they all snorted with disdain and walked away.

Xue An didn't get angry either, just smiled slightly at the back of these cultivators going away, and then continued to rest lazily on the carriage.

But unlike his indifferent, the driver became more frightened as he went forward.

Because there are more and more cultivators on the road, this is obviously not a good sign.

For ordinary people like them, these cultivators are all immortals who hold the power of life and death, killing themselves is the same as crushing a bug.

But the fare given by Xue An was another figure that he couldn't refuse. In desperation, he could only bite the bullet and continue on the road.

On this day, they were walking forward. At this time, they were not too far away from Bafang Mountain. You could see the majestic mountain in the distance, and you could also see the outline of Bafang City under the mountain.

Xue An suddenly stopped him, "Stop!"

The coachman hurriedly took the wildebeest and stopped to the side of the road.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

"Wait for a moment!"

As Xue An said, after getting off the carriage, several vertical jumps disappeared.

The coachman stared blankly.

He didn't expect this little brother who spoke very kindly to be so agile.

Xue An just sensed that someone was fighting in the woods on the roadside through his divine consciousness, so out of curiosity, he came over and took a look.

Waiting to come not far from where the accident happened.

really.

In this clearing in the woods, two groups of people are fighting each other.

One of them was a group of young men and women who were being besieged by the regiment, and were all wounded.

They were besieged by a group of men in black.

I heard the leader of the black man grinning and said, "Is the descendants of Feiyanbao just so capable? Just because you still want to explore the treasures of true immortals? I really don't know how to write dead words!"

Among the besieged people, a woman snorted angrily Fierce Spirit Sect, you shameless villains, unexpectedly attacked! Don't you be afraid of destroying your sect after being known by my father? "

"Hehe, just because you Feiyanbao still want to destroy my sect? Tell you, since you are besieged today, then you don't want to go out alive! I will pull out your souls and refine your physical bodies into puppets, souls It becomes a fierce spirit! Hahaha!

The laughter stopped abruptly, because Xue An had already entered the arena.

"Who?" The leader of the fierce spirit sect was startled first, and then he grinned after taking a look at Xue An.

"Does a mere Chinese want to be nosy? Get out of here! Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Xue An smiled slightly.

"Otherwise, I will treat you humble Chinese..." The boss wanted to continue.

Xue An raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the words humble and blasted out a punch.

The boss didn't take it seriously, he just wanted to resist.

But Xue An's punch directly smashed his arm into powder, and then banged on his head.

boom.

The boss's head was shattered with a punch, and the dead body fell to the ground.

Xue Ancai said lightly: "Noisy!"