Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

Murong Zhi, as the chief elder of the Yan Kingdom Killer Hall, his martial arts skills are among the best in the entire Killer Hall.

His cultivation has reached the seventh level. Such strength is undoubtedly frightening in the world.

Even the head of the Qingyun Sect was at a disadvantage facing him.

Qingyun Sect, as a major sect in the martial arts world, usually enjoys great glory.

However, Murong Zhi's sudden challenge made the entire sect feel unprecedented pressure.

Several elders with high status in the sect were not sure of victory when facing Murong Zhi.

For the Qingyun Sect to have the leader personally take action is undoubtedly a loss of face.

In this tense atmosphere, the guardian elder of Qingyun Sect stood up.

When he saw that the leader was preparing to challenge himself, he couldn't help but feel extremely anxious.

So, he hurriedly took a few steps ahead, walked to Murong Zhi, and tried to resolve the crisis with words.

"Murong Zhi, since you are a member of the Yan Kingdom Killer Hall, you should know that your young master Murong Yunfei is studying under Elder Xuan Bing of our Qingyun Sect!"

The voice of the mountain guardian elder sounded slowly, trying to use this fact to calm Murong Zhi's anger.

However, Murong Zhi's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations.

He stared at the mountain guardian elder, with a coldness and disdain in his eyes: "Murong Yunfei, he's dead!"

These short and decisive words were like a shocking thunder, which immediately caused an uproar on the field.

When the alchemy elder heard this, he couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.

He thought that Murong Zhi's words were too exaggerated.

Murong Yunfei just went to Netherworld Valley to eradicate ghost cultivators, so it should not be a serious problem.

Is there any hidden secret in it?

After hearing this, Elder Xuan Bing's face changed slightly, showing a hint of worry.

He knew that Murong Zhi's words and deeds would not be without purpose, but he could not believe that Murong Yunfei had really encountered an accident.

He spoke slowly, with a hint of inquiry in his voice: "Mr. Murong, are there any misunderstandings in your words? Murong Yunfei led our Qingyun Sect disciples to Netherworld Valley with the purpose of eradicating the ghost cultivators there. Logically speaking, they should Safe and sound. It is unbelievable that you are so certain that he is dead."

A cold light flashed in Murong Zhi's eyes, and he responded coldly: "What I said is true. Murong Yunfei is no longer alive. This is an undoubted fact. If you don't believe it, your Qingyun Sect can send someone to Netherworld Valley to personally Check."

As soon as the elder Hushan finished speaking, the atmosphere in the entire Qingyun Sect suddenly became tense. The day for the master's exit ceremony is approaching. This is an annual event for the Qingyun Sect, and all preparations are in place.

However, Murong Zhi's sudden appearance and provocation undoubtedly caused a lot of trouble for the Qingyun Sect.

As one of the top leaders of the Qingyun Sect, Elder Hushan is usually majestic and majestic, and few people dare to disobey his wishes.

But today, facing the powerful Murong Zhi, he had to suppress his inner anger and persuade him in a low voice.

However, Murong Zhi obviously did not intend to let Qingyun Sect go.

"Haha, I came here today just to cause trouble. You old bastards, are you going to come in one by one, or together?"

Murong Zhi's words were full of provocation and disdain. His eyes swept over everyone in the field, as if looking for an opponent to challenge.

Faced with such an aggressive attitude, the mountain guarding elder finally couldn't hold back the anger in his heart.

He knew that good words and persuasion were ineffective and that the dispute could only be resolved by force.

The elder protecting the mountain moved, and a long whisk suddenly appeared in his hand.

This whisk looks quite old, covered with traces of time, but the aura it emits is extremely sharp.

The atmosphere in the entire Qingyun Sect reached a boiling point at this moment.

The other elders and disciples retreated one after another, leaving enough fighting space for Elder Hushan and Murong Zhi.

Their eyes were full of worry and nervousness, but also a bit of anticipation. After all, Murong Zhi's strength is obvious to all in the world, and they all want to see if the Qingyun Sect's Mountain Guard Elder can fight with him.

Murong Zhi watched the mountain guardian elder take out his weapon, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He slowly drew out his weapon - an extremely sharp long sword.

This long sword shimmered with cold light in the sun, as if it was forged from ice, revealing a murderous aura.

The elder protecting the mountain clenched his whisk, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress the anger in his heart.

He knew that facing an opponent like Murong Zhi, any impatience could lead to defeat.

His eyes became calm and firm, and his whole body exuded a majesty that should not be underestimated.

Murong Zhi smiled softly, his figure suddenly swayed, and he rushed towards the mountain guardian elder like a phantom.

As the sword light flickered, it seemed as if even the air was split into two, displaying Murong Zhi's amazing swordsmanship.

The elders protecting the mountain did not flinch, but faced the difficulties.

His whisk was like a spiritual snake, dancing nimbly in the air, colliding with Murong Zhi's long sword, making a crisp sound.

The figures of the two people intertwined quickly in the square of Qingyun Sect, forming a thrilling scene.

At this time, the other disciples of Qingyun Sect all held their breaths and watched the battlefield nervously.

Their hearts were full of worries, and at the same time they were full of respect for the courage and strength of the mountain guardian elders.

The battle lasted for a while, and every attack by Elder Hushan and Murong Zhi was full of power and ingenuity.

But as time went by, the elders gradually felt the pressure.

After all, Murong Zhi's cultivation level is higher and he has rich experience.

At this critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared next to the battlefield.

It was the head of the Qingyun Sect, and his eyes showed deep worry.

He knew clearly that if the elders protecting the mountain were defeated, the prestige of the Qingyun Sect would suffer a huge blow.

The arrival of the leader made the atmosphere even more tense.

The elder protecting the mountain felt the gaze of the leader, and an unyielding will surged in his heart.

He knew that this was not only his personal battle, but also a battle for the glory and dignity of the Qingyun Sect.

He took a deep breath, with a determined light shining in his eyes, and concentrated his inner energy on the fly whisk, making it glow faintly.

Murong Zhi felt the change in the aura of the mountain guardian elder and frowned slightly.

He knew the battle was about to reach its climax. His swordsmanship became more fierce, and each sword made a sound of breaking through the sky, showing its sharp edge.

The battle between the two became more and more intense, with sword shadows and whisks intertwining, making continuous collision sounds.

The square of Qingyun Sect seemed to have turned into a battlefield, with dust flying and the atmosphere tense to the extreme.

The elder protecting the mountain showed his profound knowledge of cultivation for many years. Every swing of the fly whisk contained deep inner strength, and he faced Murong Zhi's sword moves head-on without taking a single step back.