Cultivation No.1 Dating Agency

A servant girl and spy of the Du Mansion was like a stone thrown into the water on this dark cloudy morning. It was not noticeable at first, but slowly the ripples spread round and round, until they spread to the entire realm of self-cultivation.

In the world of comprehension, there are seventeen families of cultivation that have been passed down for thousands of years, and in each family there are more or less hidden spies of demon cultivators and traitors of orthodox monks.After the demon cultivator failed to slaughter the mortal world, the cultivation world began to clean itself completely.

The seventeenth inner disciple of Xuanquegu attacked seven of his senior brothers in the middle of the night, five of them were seriously injured and two of them died on the spot.He took the opportunity to steal the untransmitted skills in the valley, and was beheaded by the third and sixth brothers [-] kilometers away from Xuanque Valley.

The drug boy who had served the owner of the valley for 300 years in Zhankang Medicine Valley failed to attack the owner of the valley. Before he died, he blew himself up and destroyed nearly half of the spiritual plants.

These insignificant incidents spread to Wudao Mountain one by one. The five elders in the head hall except for Du Minhu gathered together. Compared with the chaos of other sects, Wudao Mountain looked extraordinarily calm.

"It now appears that the hands of Wanmo Nest have already reached out to all sects." The second elder looked pale and weak, because the old wounds from before had not healed. "Du Minhu should be our spy of Wudao Mountain. Bai Ji discovered it in time so that no catastrophe occurred."

The head, Wan Qing, nodded without opinion.

"But we can't identify the spy as Du Minhu alone," said the Fourth Elder hesitantly, "We should close the mountain and investigate thoroughly like other sects."

The leader, Wan Qing, still hesitated and nodded.

He didn't look like this for a day or two, and everyone didn't expect him to be able to take up the airs of the head and come up with an idea.

However, things developed faster than they imagined.

"Who?" Luo Xin looked at the outer disciple who hurried up, raised his hand to stop him, "Who did you say you saw?"

"A lot... a lot of demon cultivators!" The outer disciple pointed palely behind him, "There is also Du... Du..."

The outer disciple couldn't say a word for a long time, Luo Xin frowned and walked straight to the outside of the mountain gate.

After walking a few steps, he saw the outer sect disciples lying on the ground on both sides of the road, their faces turned black and bleeding from their orifices, which was clearly a sign of poisoning!

Dumin Lake.

Luo Xin clenched the sword in his hand.

When they were still worried that Du Min Lake would be taken captive by Moxiu, Du Min Lake unexpectedly returned to Wudao Mountain in this way.

Lead Moxiu directly to the mountain gate.

He looked at the woman who was slowly approaching, still wearing the mask that covered her face, as if walking leisurely in the back garden of his own house.

But this is also true, Wudao Mountain has always regarded Du Minhu as a member of this family, and never thought that this family would be brought in by relatives and enemies.

"Today I will definitely become Wudao Mountain," Luo Xin slowly drew out the sword in his hand, "clean up the door!"

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In just one hour, the Du Mansion had burned three batches of corpses.

Most of them were servants and maidservants who served He Buhui and Du Minhai, and some were grooms and cooks who were not on the table. After cleaning up like this, more than half of the servants in Du's residence were reduced to ashes.

Many elders looked at the seemingly inexhaustible black smoke in front of them, and looked at each other only to feel strange.

Many of the dead servants had served in the Du Mansion for more than a hundred years. If they were all spies of demon cultivators, how could the number of them have been concealed for so long?And why Buhui's treatment of these domestic servants was too cruel, there was no interrogation at all, it was as if he casually pointed out someone as a traitor and died on the spot before the others could react.

"I'm talking about Min Hai," the most experienced elder among the elders whispered to Du Min Hai who was not interfering at all, "Is it not good for your wife to behave like this?"

Du Minhai shook his head and smiled: "This is not looking for spies. You also know that demon cultivators have been rampant recently. Of course, you would rather kill three thousand by mistake than let one go."

The elder frowned, with an ugly expression on his face: "That's the truth, but it would be too chilling for her to kill people without asking innocence."

"Huihui doesn't care about that," Du Minhai still had a smile on his face, "and there's no reason to talk to Moxiu."

The elder wanted to say something, but he saw He Buhui looking at him with cold eyes, as if looking at a dead person, which made him subconsciously raise his guard.

"Great Elder," He Buhui pointed at him, "It's your turn."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the Du residence was in an uproar, their eyes were hesitant between He Buhui and the elder.

"Ridiculous!" This unreasonable slander made the elder's face flush with anger, "It's just ridiculous!"

Why Buhui is not going to talk to him too much, raising his hand is the killer move!

Not long after she came out of retreat, no one knew what level of her cultivation had reached. It wasn't until she attacked the Great Elder and the Great Elder seemed completely helpless that the expressions of these people changed.

"boom!"

A fan spread out to block the Great Elder's face, and also blocked the fatal blow aimed at his throat.

"Huihui," Du Minhai said with a helpless face holding a fan, "The Great Elder has served the Du Mansion longer than you and I, so you may have made a mistake this time."

The Great Elder who was rescued by Du Minhai didn't have time to panic, he held his throat and shouted: "Why not! Are you going to rebel!"

Du Minhai's expression was a little irritable at that moment, but he still comforted him apologetically: "Huihui misunderstood the great elder because of her impatience, please don't take it to heart."

"She wants to kill me!" The elder didn't appreciate it at all, and even looked at He Buhui with a ferocious expression, wishing that this bitch who tried to kill him would die, "I knew this was a white-eyed wolf that I didn't know very well, with ambition! There is no way to stay!"

"You're talking too much nonsense." He Buhui's expression darkened, as if looking at the dead man, he looked away from the Great Elder, and looked at Du Minhai who stood in front of him, "You also want to stop me and kill the spies?"

"Bah!" the Great Elder snapped, "I think you're just calling out for a thief! You're the devil's spy!"

He Buhui looked gloomy and was just about to move when he saw Du Minhai waved the fan in his hand, and a bloodstain was cut on the throat of the First Elder. Fall flat.

It was dead.

"Dare to question the owner's wife, this is the end."

Du Minhai's expression was indifferent, a look no one had seen since he took over as the Patriarch of the Du Mansion.He has always given everyone the impression that he is silent and gentle and has no sense of presence. Even when He Buhui had to rely on him to make decisions during the retreat, he would just let everyone say whatever he wanted.

The means are straightforward.

These four words never thought that they would be placed on him.

Including He Buhui, he couldn't control the doubts and surprises on his face at this moment.

"Okay." After Du Minhai said that, he looked at He Buhui with a smile on his face, "Hui Hui, who else is the spy sent by Moxiu?"

What does he mean?

After what happened before, He Buhui looked at the smile on Du Minhu's face and had to raise his vigilance.

Is this a threat or a provocation?Has he already suspected her identity?

Then why do you deliberately make such an expression and demeanor?

The long-standing plan froze in place because he failed to anticipate the variable Du Minhai, which forced He Buhui to change his way of thinking and dealing with it.

However, her silence doesn't mean that nothing happened. Du Minhai's action has made all the elders present look ugly.

"Du Minhai, what do you mean?" The face of the fourth elder who was close to the first elder in the elders' courtyard was livid, "Do you really think that the current status of the Du mansion can be achieved by you alone? The first elder is Du Your father was only a few years old when the manor was serving, don't you still want to kill all the old people in the Du mansion?"

"The Great Elder is disrespectful to Hui Hui, that is to say, he is disrespectful to the Patriarch of the Du family." The smile on Du Minhai's face is still shy, but no one would really think that he is as harmless as he appears on the surface, "not to mention that he colluded with Moxiu , already violated the taboo of my Du Mansion’s family rules, and should destroy the primordial spirit and never be reincarnated.”

"The words about colluding with Moxiu are just one-sided words of why not benefit her!" The fourth elder almost laughed angrily, "Ask why why has he done from morning to now? Whoever you point to is Moxiu, you How about pointing at me to see if I am also a demon cultivator!"

Du Minhai looked at He Buhui, his expression seemed to say that if He Buhui nodded, he would cut the Fourth Elder's throat with his backhand.

"This is really the opposite of the sky!" The fourth elder's eyes were red, and he raised his hand into a claw and grabbed He Buhui, "Today I want to see who under your skin can make you so confused about right and wrong! "

Although the Fourth Elder is a late-stage cultivator, but half his lifespan is aging, why not take him seriously.But if he took the initiative to come forward to seek death, she would kindly fulfill it.

The thunder was rolling in the sky, the dark clouds were almost pressing on the top of the head, making people breathless, but the torrential rain was still brewing emotions.

"If you come one by one, I'm afraid there won't be enough time." He Buhui squinted her eyes and grabbed out of thin air with both hands. She grabbed two short knives that were as crystal as ice. The power is even stronger by three points.

Although her voice was neither high nor low, it sounded like a thunderbolt to the ears of these dozens of elders. For a while, everyone took out their magical weapons and their expressions were angry.

"I already said you were a wolf with ambition!"

The Fourth Elder was the first to bear the brunt, his hands seemed to grow five-clawed sharp blades out of thin air, and they went towards He Buhui's heart!

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Following the arrival of Bai Ji, the orthodox monks no longer cared about the flickering of the sword shadow in mid-air, and how many days it was now.

Beheading the constant magic cultivators has fewer and fewer partners, so that they have no extra time to care about other people and other things other than numbly raising their hands and waving their swords to control the magic weapon.

And the sword energy of Shangkong Ji and Wen Song intertwined, and when they collided, sparks splashed all over the place as if they were causing thunder in the clouds to rumble, as if they would strike directly at the next moment.

This is not the sign before the usual rainstorm.

Bai Ji knew it well, and the more unscrupulous smile on Wen Song's face showed that he knew it well, even if his shoulder was almost cut off by Bai Ji's sword, there was no trace of pain on his face.

"How many people do you think are waiting for this moment?"

After all, the giant sword in Wen Song's hand could not withstand the fighting for several days and nights. The blade was no longer as sharp as usual, and even curled slightly.Compared with him, Bai Ji was not much better, because holding the sword for too long was scratched at the tiger's mouth, and the hilt was stained with blood.

However, there is no slight deviation in the movement of swinging the sword, it is a habit carved in his bones after practicing day and night.

There were bursts of thunder and more and more frequent rumbling sounds, what Bai Ji had been avoiding to believe all along really happened.

This is not a thunderstorm, but an ascension to heaven.

Wen Song could no longer hold the giant sword in his hand, he looked up at the black cloud that contained thunder, and laughed loudly: "The scene of hundreds of people ascending together is my big gift to you today! "

The author has something to say: Bai Ji: But my father closed all the gates of the heaven, hehehe