The Linyue Dynasty, in the Bai family’s ancestral home.

Bai Mu looked calm, his rough fingers pinched a dagger, and carved words on a wooden sign as big as a palm.

"Bai Mu's father Bai Kangling's spiritual throne."

After carving the spirit card, Bai Mu placed it on an old table, then knelt down and kowtowed three times.

After a while, Bai Mu murmured, "This is the last one."

I saw dozens of spiritual cards placed on the slightly narrow table, all of which were blood relatives of the Bai family who had just died.

Bai Mu stood up and stared at these spiritual cards for a while, with memories in his eyes.

After about one stick of incense, Bai Mu turned his head and did not look back and closed the door of the ancestral home.

Bai Mu came to the coffin shop in the city. The owner of the coffin shop was frightened when he saw Bai Mu's soul. It was really terrifying that Bai Mu had no sound when he walked.

The owner of the coffin shop was extremely nervous. Bai Mu's entire clan was slaughtered. What was strange was that there was no corpse or only blood. In this way, Bai Mu asked him to kill the coffin, and I don't know what it was to use to fill it.

"I asked you to beat the coffin, have you finished?"

Bai Mu asked calmly.

The owner of the coffin shop nodded and said, "It's been done. Master Bai is so sad. He just took the initiative to ask, who did the young master of coffin beat this?"

Bai Mu took out an inch of gold from his arms and put it in the hands of the coffin shop owner.

"Fight for myself."

After Bai Mu said that, he leaned over and walked out of the coffin shop.

The owner of the coffin shop looked at the gold in his hand and was stunned for a moment.

Outside the city, Bai Mu walked rapidly.

"Fortunately, this place is not far from Taiqing Temple, are you there?"

Bai Mu said to himself.

This time, there will be no life if you die.

But it is impossible to calm down and practice with peace of mind and choose a day to take revenge.

"Is your name Bai Li?"

Bai Mu murmured, the demon in his heart was about to move.

...

Taiqing Temple is located on Taiqing Mountain. It is different from the terrain of the mountains where the stars of Lingyun Sect surround the moon. Taiqing Mountain is just a mountain. Zhong Linghui is surrounded by fog and does not disperse all year round. It looks like a residence of a fairy family, and is terrifyingly large. It blocks half of the sky. It is the intersection of spiritual energy in the southern region. The place of dragon veins is one of the best peaks in the southern region.

Unlike the Lingyun Sect’s outer and inner circumference, the foot of Taiqing Mountain is the residence of registered disciples, the mountainside is the residence of outer disciples, and so on.

Before the birthday party of Zhenren Xianyun had begun, a group of monks who came to congratulate him had arrived and were stationed around the top of the mountain and received by deacon disciples in the sect.

There is a water pavilion on the top of the mountain. The geniuses from each sect were already idle while waiting for a few days, so they came out here in private to gather here to share their experience in practicing.

Liang Chenyue frowned and sipped wine in the corner. His breath was a little disorganized, and his chest was slightly undulating.

"Damn it, why did it hurt again?"

Liang Chenyue covered her head, rubbed her temples, and secretly ran the mental method of Ning Qi Jingshen. He had suffered from a strange disease since he was a child. Even after he joined the Chen Jian Sect, he had no results in seeking medical treatment and had never improved.

This strange disease will sting his spiritual consciousness and will occur once every few days. It seems that he will plant a thought in his mind, but he himself doesn't know what it is.

After a long time, Liang Chenyue took a deep breath and calmed down.

On the pavilion and tower, several female cultivators in the Qi Condensation Realm were stroking musical instruments to cheer up these geniuses. The geniuses from each sect all looked like geniuses and goddesses. The cultivation level was all the peak of the Killing Pill, the most quality of the elixir was the Golden Pill, and the rest were all purple Pills.

"Is it true or not you who said that the blood abuse of the Pavilion Master? The huge pit of Yinfeng Sect is comparable to an immortal method. If he really wants to unify the Southern Region, no force can stop it."

"Haha, just a rumor from the outside world. Isn't Yinfeng Sect near the Tianhen Mountains? I think it's the tenth-level monster that is at work. The Blood-torming Pavilion Master happened to meet, and he used this move to deceive the world and steal the reputation."

"It's a tenth-level monster. It didn't run out a hundred years ago, and it didn't run out a thousand years ago. But when the Yinfeng Sect was destroyed, is it possible? Are you growing your head just to look taller?"

One genius had an extremely vicious tongue and insulted him to another genius. The scolded genius had his eyelids twitched, but he did not dare to have an attack. This person was fifth on the Southern Region Battle List, so he was so strong that he was.

"I have the honor to see him once when it comes to the bloody abuse of the Pavilion Master."

Liang Chenyue said suddenly, and when everyone heard this, they looked back.

"Oh, isn't this Brother Liang from Chen Jian Sect? You're so idle, so why not have a few questions."

The man who was insulted just now felt very unhappy. He couldn't afford to offend him on the fifth place in the battle list, so it would be better to find a sense of existence in this twelfth place.

Click!

Liang Chenyue did not get up, but just sat on the stone bench and drew his sword and flashed.

I saw the man who proposed to discuss, with a few strands of hair broken from his head and floating in the air.

Everyone was shocked. Before they could kill the enemy, they could kill the enemy. The strange mirror swordsman Liang Chenyue was so terrifying. If Liang Chenyue was serious just now, he would probably be dead.

"I've given up."

Liang Chenyue said calmly.

When the man was angry, he wanted to stand up and confront Liang Chenyue, but the fifth place in the battle list held his shoulders and could not move.

"You have a head just to look higher. Although Brother Liang is ranked last in the battle list, he just doesn't bother to compete. Even the number one in the battle list is not necessarily a match for Brother Liang."

Liang Chenyue smiled and didn't care. He came to Taiqingguan just to meet the fairy Mengrong whom he was dreaming about.

At this moment, a gust of fragrance blew, and everyone looked at the source of the fragrance. All the men were confused, while the female cultivator was extremely jealous.

I saw a woman with long hair as black as a spring, wearing a silk palace outfit, with skin as snow as jade, plump and graceful figure, light steps, ringing clothes, holding a flowing cloud hairpin, moon eyebrows and starry eyes, but with a cool and beautiful appearance, which is a national beauty and a unique world.

It is Chu Mengrong, who is known as the number one beauty in the Southern Region. Although Su Qianqian beside her looks like a beauty, she has become a foil at this moment.

When Liang Chenyue saw Chu Mengrong, the hormones in her body exploded instantly, and her mind went blank. She was thinking about how to conquer Chu Mengrong and press Chu Mengrong under her indescribable.

"You said you have seen the Master of Bloody Palace, so why not say it."

Su Qianqian was originally a fair-like woman, and her every move was charming, which instantly attracted the attention of many male cultivators.

Seeing this, Liang Chenyue's eyes flashed. If she wanted to challenge Chu Mengrong, she had to challenge the people around her. Su Qianqian looked like Chu Mengrong's friend. It would be better to make friends with her and let her say a few good things in Chu Mengrong's ear. In a subtle way, Chu Mengrong will definitely become interested in herself!

"I have indeed seen the Master of Bloody Spurs, just a few days ago, in the Wushuang Building of Wanmu City."

Liang Chenyue bowed and said, her eyes involuntarily looking at Chu Mengrong, her naked possessiveness without any concealment.

Chu Mengrong had long been used to this kind of vision and didn't care at all.

"Wanmucheng? What is he doing there?"

Su Qianqian couldn't help asking, she was very interested in Li Bumian. If Li Bumian hadn't been too cold in sexual intercourse, she would have been in her pocket. Recently, she had heard a lot of rumors about the bloody abuse of the Pavilion Master. But when she thought about it carefully, such a powerful person had been saved by herself. She was the benefactor of the Bloody abuse of the Pavilion Master. Just thinking about it, Su Qianqian felt that she was about to go to heaven, but she had ruined her aura and made her want to cross her waist for a while.

"He killed three cultivators of the Void Refining Cultivation, namely the Shenwu Zhenren of the Tianwu Gate, the Yuluo lay Buddhist in Xuanyin Hall, and the Lihuo Zhenjun of the Zidan Sect."

Liang Chenyue spoke an explosive news in a plain tone.

The geniuses present who belonged to these three sects were so surprised that they could not speak, just like five thunders thunders!

Su Qianqian covered her little mouth, she really deserved to be the one she liked. No matter where she is, she is so outstanding.
Chapter completed!