The night is like a curtain, with flowing clouds and wild waves, and the strange phenomena all over the sky suddenly disappear, revealing a bright moon.

The desolate suburbs have long been reduced to ruins. Among the scorched earth and rubble, Li Mo is undergoing the most bizarre transformation in his life.

Seeing me as a calamity, calamity destroys and changes occur.

The creature that was exactly the same as Li Mo disappeared like a cloud of smoke. In an instant, the original brilliant brilliance of the nine spiritual roots in Li Mo's Dantian suddenly dispersed, and gradually developed a gray luster.

roar……

Li Mo let out a long roar, and the terrifying aura rippled and rose from his body, like turbulent waves or sudden changes in the wind and clouds.

"Li Mo..."

Feng Wannian's expression suddenly changed, and he hurried forward. Before his extended right hand could touch Li Mo, it was burned by the spurting breath. The flesh and blood in his palm instantly became charred black, and the terrifying force directly knocked him away.

Got out.

"Old Feng, are you okay!?"

At this moment, Hong Xiaofu also woke up. He rushed to Feng Wannian, looked down, and his face suddenly trembled.

Feng Wannian's entire right hand became extremely charred, as if it had been burned by some high-concentration energy, and this power spread rapidly like a virus, spreading towards Feng Wannian's arm.

His face was solemn, without any trace of blood, but scarlet blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Are you injured!?" Hong Xiaofu couldn't help but cry out.

"Even a blind man can see it."

Feng Wannian gritted his teeth and looked at his burned palms, but there was a huge wave in his heart.

Now, Li Mo's mere breath can hurt his flesh and blood?

You must know that Feng Wannian is a Xuanmen sword type and a strong spiritual breath master.

"Li Mo...what's wrong?"

Ning Huaishu looked at Li Mo with some worry.

At this moment, Li Mo was sitting cross-legged without moving, and the strong aura shrouded his whole body like wind and lingering clouds. Even though the moonlight broke through, his scales turned into pieces before they fell on his body.

There was a rumbling sound coming from his Dantian, and in a trance, it was like the jointing of grass and trees, and if life was being nurtured, earth-shaking changes were taking place.

"He is undergoing transformation..." Feng Wannian whispered softly.

"Is it possible... that he is about to break through?" Hong Xiaofu couldn't help but guess.

"I don't know." Feng Wannian looked at the sky and then at the surrounding environment.

Judging from his many years of lurking experience, Xu Jiansheng might have been noticed by the experts in Wangxuan City as early as the moment he took action.

Nowadays, this place has obviously become extremely dangerous, and someone will come at any time.

"It's not a good place to stay for a long time."

Feng Wannian gritted his teeth, a look of determination appeared on his face.

Rumble…

At this moment, a sharp and terrifying aura soared into the sky from Feng Wannian's body. The domineering aura made it almost difficult for Hong Xiaofu and others to stand.

"This...this is...Old Feng, you..." Hong Xiaofu's eyes widened and he stared at Feng Wannian.

Today's Feng Wannian is completely different from the one he knew. Such a terrifying scene is even more frightening than the previous Li Mo.

"Spiritual breath..."

Ning Huaishu had the brightest experience. He looked at the crystal flowing aura on the surface of Feng Wannian's body, which was like the clouds in the sky or the real fire in the furnace. It was floating and unreal, but the light was shining.

She knew that this was spiritual breath, the terrifying power generated by inner breath channeling, which could make her fly into the sky and escape from the earth.

Thinking of this, Ning Huaishu couldn't help but look at Feng Wannian and then at Hong Xiaofu.

Even the third lady of the Sword Lord's Mansion never thought that Hong Xiaofu would be surrounded by some hidden monsters, like Li Mo and Feng Wannian...

One is hidden deeper than the other, and each is more terrifying than the other.

Thinking of this, Ning Huaishu subconsciously looked at Shang Xujian, who was still unconscious next to him, and fell into deep thought.

"Let's go."

Feng Wannian had his spiritual breath to protect his body. He carried Li Mo on his back, grabbed Hong Xiaofu and Ning Huaishu, instantly pulled up the Shangxu sword, escaped through the air, flew into the long night, and finally disappeared.

After a while, the ground shook, and the sound of horse hooves splashing could be heard endlessly.

Wang Lingce finally arrived with a large number of people. When he saw the scorched earth that had long been reduced to ruins, his heart suddenly became cold.

Such a scene must have occurred after a large-scale battle. Logically speaking, a battle of this level should never occur outside Wangxuan City.

"Quick... quick and see... are there any clues... are there any survivors..."

Wang Lingce gave the order, and a large number of people took action.

"grown ups……"

The black robe opened his mouth and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Wang Lingce raising his hand.

The Master of the Xuantian Pavilion was in an extremely bad mood, because before he arrived, he had already smelled the strong smell of corpses.

Not only the copper-armored corpse, but also the smell of the silver-armored corpse.

Among the Eight Sects of Xuantian, those who can use treasures of this level must be of high status, plus the strong bloody aura surrounding them...

Wang Lingce could almost conclude that an extremely prominent person from the Xuantian Pavilion in the capital came to Wangxuan City quietly and had a fierce battle just now.

"The silver-armored corpses were all blown up..."

Wang Lingce casually picked up a tiny piece of silver shavings from the ground, and his heart was instantly filled with a haze.

The silver-armored corpses refined by the Xuantian Pavilion are comparable to the powerful ones in the Spiritual Breath Realm.

Although the spiritual breath realm is divided into five levels, the initial seedling realm, the resident seedling realm, the upper seedling realm, the adult seedling realm and the pulse seedling realm.

Even the weakest silver-armored corpses are equivalent to the existence of the First Seedling Realm. Their bodies are more than ten times stronger than the average monks of the same realm. To beat them to such a level that they are almost shattered into pieces, one can imagine how terrifying their power is.

Know.

This is an absolute crushing, leaving no room for slowdown at all.

Wang Lingce could imagine that this silver-armored corpse fell apart almost in the blink of an eye.

"When did a master of this level appear in Wangxuan City?"

Wang Lingce's face looked as ugly as if his own mother had died.

"Sir, are there any clues?" Heipao looked at the expressions of the dead people in Wang Lingce's family, and finally couldn't help but ask.

"If my guess is not wrong, it should be a good thing done by the masters of Guixu."

Wang Lingce's tone was solemn, his cold eyes shone with the light of wisdom, and the mastermind hidden in the darkness was clearly ready to emerge.

"Guixu..." The expression in the black robe suddenly changed.

This behemoth, hidden outside the world of mortals, indeed extended their dark hand to Wangxuan City.

"These beasts..."

Wang Lingce gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, wishing he could dig up the ancestral graves of the Guixu family.

"Sir, what should we do now?" Heipao couldn't help but ask.

"I am sworn in with sin."

Wang Lingce shouted lowly. At this moment, he could only pray to gods and Buddhas, praying that the noble man who came to Wangxuan City quietly and had bad luck for eight lifetimes to meet the master of Guixu would not be too high, otherwise...

…

"My official career..."

Wang Lingce clasped his hands together and silently prayed to God.

"Sir, we found a token."

At this moment, a man in black armor ran over, holding a small dark golden order in his hand.

"Bring it to me quickly."

Wang Lingce took three steps and two steps at a time, almost pounced forward, and snatched the small dark gold token.

The ancient seal characters come into view, like a dragon and a snake rising from the land, and like mountains rising and falling, it is a... [Sword] character.

"Xuanmen Sword Type!?"

Wang Lingce stumbled, almost unsteady on his feet.

He looked at the token in his hand and felt that the sky was falling, and his career was being buried into the bottomless abyss of darkness.

"How can it be a Xuanmen sword species!?"

There were tears glistening in the corners of Wang Lingce's eyes. Xuanmen spent all their efforts to practice three sword seeds. This is their lifeblood. The precious pimple soup... died in Wangxuan City like this!?

"My dear mother..."

Wang Lingce wailed in his heart, knowing that his official career was completely cut off.
To be continued...