Great Dao Ji

In the night under the crimson moonlight.

The group of people walked towards the Chivalry Gate dozens of miles away in a hurry.

"Stop!"

On top of the powerful black dragon horse, Fang Yuhong suddenly made a voice and broke the calm.

"Brother Fang, have you discovered anything else?"

Yang Ling forced himself to calm down, but there was inevitably a hint of ridicule in his tone.

How noble is he?

The deputy commander of the Jinyi Guards. Now that Yang Lin has been in seclusion all year round, he is the uncrowned king of the Jinyi Guards and holds the real power.

Fang Yuhong led others around in the mountains of Liangzhou for many days, and all his remaining patience was exhausted. At this time, the squeezing fire in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

Hearing his voice at this time, I couldn't help but feel a little restless.

"Brother Fang, what did you discover?"

After running around for many days, Zhao Changying couldn't hold it any longer.

The other people also looked at him with different expressions.

“smells of blood”

Fang Yuhong's face was also very ugly, but he still forced himself to be patient and gritted his teeth and said:

"There was a very strong smell of blood, hundreds of scents mixed together, and there was a bloody battle ahead."

"front"

Yang Ling's heart moved. He took out a map from his pocket and shook it open.

Dafeng has a vast territory and diverse mountains and forests. No one can identify all the routes. Yang Ling has not traveled much in the rivers and lakes. After wandering around in the mountains for many days, he has no time to care about where he is ahead.

When I looked at it at this time, my expression changed:

"Ahead, is the Chivalry Sect or is it Feng Qingxuan?!"

"Chivalry Sect?"

"Then Feng Qingxuan has actually reached the Chivalry Sect? So this bloody smell means that he has been fighting with those martial arts people?"

"But I don't know what the casualties are?"

Several others were also surprised.

"I'm afraid it's true. I smelled thousands of scents. At least hundreds of people died in front of me. Blood flowed like a river, blood flowed like a river!"

Fang Yuhong concentrated on the feeling. He was a little confused at first, and finally nodded.

"In this case, we can wait a while."

Zhao Changying's eyes flickered:

"It's not a good thing. It's almost like waiting for people to die. Let's go clean up the mess."

People in the martial arts world have a very bad impression of Liumen, Dongchang and Jinyiwei. On the contrary, they also have a very bad impression of the martial arts people.

In their view, the Demon Sect is not a good thing, and the same goes for these martial arts people.

When the two sides fight, no matter how many people die, it is a good thing for them.

Everyone else nodded in agreement.

"Chivalry Gate"

Only Yang Ling's eyes flickered and he didn't speak.

He turned over and dismounted, looking at the night in the distance. He had no ability to look for energy, and his sense of smell was not as sensitive as Fang Yuhong's, but with the reminder and his concentration, he could vaguely feel that something was wrong.

That night was so quiet.

It was so quiet that there seemed to be no birds, animals or mosquitoes, which was obviously abnormal.

Zhao Changying's perception is not as good as Yang Ling's, but he has a lot on his mind.

When Yang Ling talked about the Chivalry Sect, he didn't show much expression.

His thoughts flashed by, and he turned his eyes to look at Yang Ling, and asked tentatively:

"Master Yang seems to be hiding something from us!"

"Some things, the fewer people know about them, the better."

Contrary to his expectation, Yang Ling actually had no intention of hiding anything. He just stood with his hands behind his back and replied calmly.

"Brother Yang is hiding something from us?"

Tong Luyang also frowned:

"Are we not even qualified to know?"

Only Xue Tinglin and Mu Qianren, who both belonged to Jin Yiwei, remained silent. Even if they had suspicions, they did not speak easily.

"At this point, there is no need to hide it."

Yang Ling swept his sleeves across the ground, sat on the ground, and said calmly:

"As you know, Feng Qingxuan made big moves a few months ago. Why didn't Jinyiwei and Liumen make any moves?"

"What's the secret behind it?"

Tong Luyang's pupils shrank.

This matter had already been speculated in his mind when Feng Qingxuan showed up a few months ago, but he did not have an answer.

At this moment, it seemed that Yang Ling knew something.

"You guys go and check it out. If anything is wrong, come and notify us immediately."

Yang Ling looked at his subordinates and gave instructions.

"yes!"

Dozens of Jinyiwei masters in the Zhenqi realm all agreed upon hearing this. They all dismounted from their horses and ran into the mountains and forests. After a few ups and downs, they disappeared.

As members of the Jinyiwei, they have always known that knowing some things will lead to death.

In an instant, only six people, including Yang Ling, Zhao Changying, and Tong Luyang, were left.

And dozens of horses, even after their owners left, stood quietly in the night without making a single sound, showing that they had been strictly trained.

"Sit down."

Yang Ling waved his hand.

The other people looked at each other and found a random place to sit on the ground.

Zhao Changying was a little surprised.

I chased all the way for more than half a month without taking a break. I saw that I was about to catch up, but I suddenly had to take a break?

What the hell is Yang Ling doing?

"The origin of this matter starts from a year ago."

Yang Ling's whole body swayed slightly, and an invisible aura had spread and enveloped the surroundings.

"one year ago"

Fang Yuhong's eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly remembered something.

A year ago, Hanchang Palace, the leader of Qintian Supervisor, who outnumbered tens of thousands of people in the Dafeng court, suddenly went into seclusion and has not come out to this day.

It was after that that the king suddenly changed. Not only did he want to start a war with the Golden Wolf Court, he also wanted the Jinyi Guards to monitor the world internally and wanted to collect the world's weapons.

The Six Gates acted much more violently, and even did a lot of things to cut down mountains and break up the sect.

Because of this incident, countless assassins came to assassinate the king during this year.

Several other people looked at each other and thought of this at the same time.

Over the past year or so, many people have speculated on what caused such a big change in the king.

"Master Han has reached the pinnacle of qi-gazing skills. He can predict the military situation and the country's destiny. Could it be that he said something to the king?"

Mu Qianren spoke hoarsely.

"No one knows what Lord Han said except the king."

Yang Ling understood in his heart that it was not that no one knew, but that even he was not qualified to know.

After all, he has not yet crossed that threshold and cannot truly step into that core.

Zhao Changying had some vague guesses, but he didn't dare to think too much and asked instead:

"Jin Yiwei has other plans for the Chivalry Sect?"

The other people also tacitly agreed not to ask any more questions.

"Yes, the commander personally gave the order."

Yang Ling nodded and said:

"You don't need to know much, it's enough to know that Feng Qingxuan will not be our enemy."

Won't you make enemies of us?

Zhao Changying and others were shocked and heard the meaning of Yang Ling's words.

Immediately, several people were shocked.

"That's it for now, there's no need to say more."

Yang Ling lowered his eyes and slowly exhaled a breath:

"If An Qisheng met Feng Qingxuan, maybe he would save us from trouble."

Yang Ling didn't speak, and the others were also silent.

Wu Zizi digested the news from Yang Ling.

If it was as they imagined, what exactly did Hanchang Palace see?

Huhu~~~

After a moment of silence, a few piercing sounds suddenly came from the night forest.

Yang Ling and others raised their eyebrows.

I saw a figure emerging from several ups and downs in the mountain forest and landing directly on a horse:

"Brother Wang, Brother Li, come quickly, there are dozens of high-quality BMWs here!"

"Brother Zhou, don't make matters worse. Why should you take care of a mere horse? There are so many comrades killed and injured in front of the Chivalrous Gate this time. We'd better go quickly to prevent your comrades' property from being misappropriated by others!"

"That's right, that's right! Isn't the wealth that all of you have accumulated in your lifetime a hundred times greater than these horses?"

Two figures turned and came from the mountain forest, making sounds in the distance.

But the man sitting on the horse did not speak.

Because he saw the six masters sitting on the ground beside the road, looking at him with cold eyes.

"Big red python robe, carrying a long sword"

On top of the horse, the man surnamed Zhou felt that his body was cold and cold sweat was dripping from his forehead.

Dafeng respects gold and red, and regards dragon and python as noble.

Except for Wang Ke, who wore a golden dragon robe, the other high-ranking officials, even Han Changgong, the head of Qintian Supervisor, and Yang Lin, the commander of the Jinyi Guards, all wore golden python robes.

In addition, the red python robe can only be worn by the most powerful people in Dafeng.

The person who wears this uniform must be a high-ranking master.

Looking at the people around him, their aura and status seemed to be about the same.

Why did you deliver it to your door?

For a moment, the big man named Zhou just wanted to slap himself twice.

"Sir, sir, I'm just passing by."

The man surnamed Zhou got off his horse and spoke reluctantly.

Yang Ling glanced at the mountain forest lightly, Mu Qianren nodded, but disappeared without any movement.

Tong Luyang frowned slightly, but did not speak.

"You said that many people died in front of the Xiayi Gate?"

Yang Ling looked at the big man slowly and asked lightly.

His tone was hollow, and his words gave off a condescending air, making the big man tremble and find it difficult to control himself.

"Reply, reply to your words, sir."

The man surnamed Zhou cupped his hands and said, "What a tragedy! A river of blood flowed in front of the Chivalry Gate. The demon massacred hundreds of his comrades in one go. Lian Hanfeng, Li Jian and other three great innate masters were also killed.

The blood is flowing like a river, the blood is flowing like a river! "

As he spoke, his body trembled again, and when he recalled the previous scene, his heart felt cold.

"Yeah?"

Zhao Changying raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is the devil's martial arts so powerful?"

"Go back to this lady."

When the man surnamed Zhou saw Zhao Changying, his breathing couldn't help but stagnated, and then the smile on his face became more flattering:

"That devil's martial arts reached its peak. With just one move, all the top three masters were killed. He took ten breaths before and after and killed hundreds of passages."

"Kill three top masters in the Earth Ranking with one move?"

Yang Ling's eyes narrowed and he pierced the man like a sword:

"Are you telling the truth?"

Under Yang Ling's momentum, a strong wind suddenly passed through the mountain forest, and countless fallen leaves were whistling along with the dust.

The man was even more frightened and gritted his teeth in response: "Every sentence is true."

Has Feng Qingxuan's martial arts reached this level?

Yang Ling's eyes shrank, Feng Qingxuan was now more tyrannical than when he fought against him a year ago.

Not only Yang Ling, but also Zhao Changying and others were shocked.

Although they were not listed on the Earth Ranking, it was actually just because of Jin Yiwei's hiding. They thought that they would not be inferior to the masters on the Earth Ranking.

Naturally, he knew how much martial arts it would take to kill three top masters with one move.

Even Yang Ling, the strongest among them all, may not be able to do it.

Phew~

In the breeze, Mu Qianyi, with a hint of blood on his body, returned to the original place and bowed slightly:

"There are seven more people behind those two. I will kill them all."

"You, you are so cruel!"

The man surnamed Zhou's heart was pounding, and he dodged and was about to escape.

But before he could get up, a powerful true energy had already descended from the sky and stepped heavily on him to the ground. It was Tong Luyang.

"Have you seen an old Taoist priest in his seventies or eighties wearing a white Taoist robe?"

Looking at the man struggling under his feet, Tong Luyang asked calmly:

"Answer me, and I'll let you go!"

The man's spine was almost broken by a foot, and his face was trembling with pain. Hearing this, he endured the severe pain and echoed:

"The devil I'm talking about is him, the blood devil An Qisheng!"

"It's him, he killed Feng Qingxuan, killed Han Feng, and killed many fellow martial artists. Now, he is still in Xiayimen, still in Xiayimen!

My lords, I've told you everything I know, let me go, please let me go!"

"What?"

"How is it possible?!"

"You said that An Qisheng killed Feng Qingxuan?!"

Yang Ling and others were furious and lost all their calmness.

Especially Yang Ling, who had fought with Feng Qingxuan, had a huge wave in his heart.

He had met Feng Qingxuan once a year ago. They had fought each other once. Although it was a brief encounter, he knew that Feng Qingxuan's strength a year ago was not inferior to his.

Tong Luyang lost his composure for a moment and almost stepped on the man to death.

"Ah!"

The man screamed and trembled in pain. Tong Luyang's step broke his spine!

"Ha! Haha!"

His face was distorted in pain, but suddenly he laughed miserably:

"You, you are dead!"

He laughed so hard that tears came out, and his mouth was almost filled with tears:

"The person you want to kill is here!"

"An Qisheng?!"

The hearts of several people were pounding, and they stood up at the same time. The swords jumped into their hands and their hair stood up.

Looking back again, under the crimson night, in the gentle night wind, an old Taoist priest with a white robe fluttering came slowly.

The world seemed to become darker at this moment.

The night wind seemed to be getting colder and colder.

Until it was bone-chilling.