Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 114 The Red Robe Old Man Returns to Tianxing City

Then, a large sea of ​​red fire and blue lightning spread out from the place where the three beads exploded, instantly covering the area of ​​dozens of feet nearby. There was no sign of dissipating for a long time, and even the sea below was forcibly suppressed by the powerful shock wave generated by the explosion, forming a semicircular depression several feet in size.

Five golden giant swords appeared behind the five people who were fleeing as if by teleportation. While avoiding the powerful force generated by the explosion of the Qingyang Thunder and Fire Pearl, they slashed down silently. As expected, five more heads flew high into the air.

Bright red blood gushed out from the neck like water, spilling onto the azure sea below.

All this seemed to take a long time, but in fact it happened in just a moment. Before the five people could escape a few feet, they were killed by the giant golden sword.

Seeing that five people were dead, Nie Zhaonan did not dare to delay. He quickly put his flying sword magic weapon into his body, and at the same time put the magic weapons scattered around into his bag. He took off the storage bags and spirit beast bags of the ten people one by one, packed up all the spoils, and put them into the Zixiao Cave.

Nie Zhaonan snapped his ten fingers and twenty fireballs shot out towards the corpses and heads scattered on the sea. With a burst of "sizzling" burning sounds, all the corpses and heads on the sea surface turned into ashes without exception and drifted with the waves.

After expertly destroying the corpse and seeing the pitch-black ashes completely dissipate, Nie Zhaonan rode a dazzling white light and sped off towards Tsim Sha Island, speeding at an astonishing speed all the way.

At the same time that Nie Zhaonan took action to kill the young master of Qingyang Sect and his entourage, in a secret retreat room of Qingluanxing Haiyang Sect.

A red-robed monk with a gaunt face but vigorous spirit, who was practicing Taoism with his eyes closed, suddenly frowned deeply. His aura changed drastically, and a powerful aura emanated from his body. It was faintly visible that the air around him solidified a little.

An extremely angry look appeared on his face. He reached into his arms and took out a broken jade token.

Monk Hong Pao carefully stroked the jade token for a while, then suddenly clasped his five fingers together and held the jade token in the palm of his hand. With a slight movement of his hand, extremely fine grains of sand flowed through the gaps between his fingers and fell to the ground.

After a moment, the old man in red robe narrowed his eyes slightly, with a sinister look on his face.

After a while, he stood up and walked out of the retreat room.

After passing through a long corridor, the red-robed monk came into a hall. He sat down on a stone chair in the middle of the hall with an expressionless face. Then, a yellow light flashed in his hand, and several sound transmission talismans appeared out of his mind.

The old man in red robe whispered a few words to the sound transmission talisman, then activated the yellow talisman. With a whoosh, the talisman in his hand suddenly emitted a burst of yellow light, shot out of the hall, and disappeared without a trace after passing through the door.

A moment later, four Jindan cultivators, three men and one woman, hurried in from outside the hall. They stood in a row below the old man with respectful expressions, each with a look of awe on their faces.

"Just now, the spiritual light on my son's natal spirit tablet went out and the tablet shattered. It was obvious that someone had killed him. Although I don't know what happened, the young master of my Qingyang Sect cannot die in such an unclear way. You guys go find the murderer, and I will capture him alive myself!" The red-robed old man said calmly, as if he was giving orders for an insignificant matter.

He also understood that although his own son was still weak, he had given him many self-defense treasures, but even so, he was still killed.

It can be imagined that even if the murderer is a Jindan cultivator, he must be one of the strongest ones. It is also possible that he is a Yuanying monster. It is impossible for the four disciples in front of him to take him down. He has to do it himself!
Hearing the chilling words of the red-robed old man, the four people below all felt a chill in their hearts.

But some things still have to be said.

"Master, I know some news about the young master!" A middle-aged monk in a black robe stepped forward and said carefully.

Upon hearing this, the old man in red robe glanced at his eldest disciple indifferently.

"Tell me more about it."

"Yes!" The middle-aged monk in a black robe replied respectfully.

Then he slowly told what he knew: "The young master sent a message to the sect half a year ago, gathering people to go to the outer sea, seemingly to do something big. Because the disciples were in a critical moment of seclusion to practice the skills, they did not participate, and they do not know what it was."

The female cultivator also spoke up, "When I received Master's order and rushed here, I met the senior brother who manages the cultivators' life cards in the sect. I learned from him that just now, within a short moment, our Qingyang Sect lost six Jindan cultivators!"

The red-robed monk, the leader of Qingyang Sect, frowned deeply. It was not difficult to guess from the news that his parents and son fell in the alien sea, and the six Jindan monks who were with them were not spared either.

You know, even if so many Jindan cultivators were besieged by multiple Jindan cultivators, not all of them would die.

From this, it can be seen that the murderer is most likely a Nascent Soul cultivator. Only with absolute power suppression could he kill so many people in a short period of time.

"I understand. I will take action myself." The red-robed old man said calmly.

How could he not understand what these disciples were planning? They simply felt that tracking down the murderer was too dangerous and wanted him to take action.

Then he cast a stern glance at the four people and said in a stern tone: "But you four can't neglect me either. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir. The four disciples will do it immediately!" The four male and female monks were startled at first, but then lowered their heads and answered in unison.

"Well, I hope you can get some accurate information as soon as possible." The old man in red robe left these words, then stood up and left the hall through the side door.

There were only four Jindan cultivators left in the pavilion.

The four of them looked at each other, and the eldest senior brother thought for a while before speaking clearly and logically: "Such a big thing has happened. Not only us, but the entire sect must take action."

"Third Junior Brother, send a sound transmission note immediately to gather all the Foundation Establishment cultivators in the sect and gather the strength of the entire sect to thoroughly investigate the death of the young master and his group."

"Second Junior Brother, go and look for other Jindan cultivators in the sect to see if there is any news about the young master and his group."

"We can't immediately find out the murderer's appearance, cultivation level, and name. But we must find out where the young master and his group went and where they fell."

Upon hearing this, the other few people nodded lightly, agreeing with the arrangement made by the eldest brother.

If they were to investigate alone, it would be time-consuming and laborious, and the risk would be extremely high. It would be a good idea to rely on the power of the sect. Moreover, the loss of seven Jindan cultivators at once would be a great pain for a sect as powerful as their Qingyang Sect, so it would not be excessive to mobilize as many troops as possible for this.

This will also allow other sects in Chaos Star Sea to see the power of Qingyang Sect and intimidate other villains.

Seeing that none of the junior brothers and sisters had different opinions, the eldest brother said, "Let's split up and act immediately."

So, the four of them left the hall and went about their business. Within the time it took to eat, countless foundation-building cultivators from the Qingyang Sect were using their magical instruments to fly out of the island, and some of them were using the light of escape that only Jindan cultivators could use.

Half a day later, a beam of white light was flying slowly in the sky thousands of miles away from Tsim Sha Island.

It was Nie Zhaonan who was preparing to escape back to Tianxing City, but his appearance had changed again. He was wearing a white robe and holding a crystal jade fan in his hand, shaking it from time to time to fan himself, which was very consistent with his current handsome and elegant appearance.

Because there were many cultivators traveling near Tsim Sha Island, he slowed down his speed at this time, and his cultivation level only showed that he was at the initial stage of Jindan, and he slowly flew towards Tsim Sha Island.

After a while, Nie Zhaonan arrived at the small street of the island. There were no precious things in the shops on both sides of the street. Nie Zhaonan did not stay for long and walked into the stone house where the teleportation array was located.

The Xinggong monk in this stone house is a middle-aged man with a kind face.

As soon as he saw Nie Zhaonan coming in, he asked with a smile: "Senior, do you want to teleport?"

"Of course." Nie Zhaonan replied calmly.

He also threw seven mid-level spirit stones to the middle-aged monk.

In the Starry Sky Hall on the 50th floor of the Holy Mountain, suddenly, a white light flashed in a teleportation array, and Nie Zhaonan's figure appeared on the teleportation array.

After taking a quick look around, he found that in addition to the two Jindan cultivators who were guarding the place as usual, there were also several Foundation Establishment cultivators dressed in various clothes, who were obviously independent practitioners. They were quietly waiting on the sidelines for the necessary number of people to be teleported.

Ignoring the slightly surprised looks from these people, Nie Zhaonan walked out of the Starry Sky Hall after discovering that there was nothing unusual here.

After a while, he arrived at the edge of this floor. Nie Zhaonan rode on a beam of light and flew towards the market below, as if he wanted to buy some items.

Amid the crowd of people coming and going, Nie Zhaonan's figure gradually faded into obscurity and disappeared without anyone noticing.

When Nie Zhaonan appeared again, he had changed back to his original appearance, wearing a dark black robe and standing at the door of the Treasure Pavilion with an extraordinary demeanor.

"There is no sign of Qingyang Sect's monks in Tianxing City yet. It has only been half a day since I killed Qingyang Sect's young master and his entourage. Qingyang Sect's base is so far away from Tianxing City that they can't get here so quickly." Nie Zhaonan thought to himself.

It was impossible for him to go shopping in the market before, but he was searching around to see if there was any trace of the Qingyang Sect monks.

After confirming that everything was fine, Nie Zhaonan showed up here, ready to enter the Treasure Pavilion to see how the business was going. After all, except for the opening ceremony, Nie Zhaonan came here once and never came again. This was his second time to the Treasure Pavilion.

Thinking of this, Nie Zhaonan walked in.

As soon as he entered the attic, a lively scene appeared before Nie Zhaonan's eyes, and he walked confidently into the hall.

In the hall, there were more than ten to twenty foundation-building monks with strong cultivation bases. They gathered in front of several counters and talked to several maids in red robes. They were so serious that they didn't even glance at the door when someone came in.

Some bargaining sounds came into Nie Zhaonan's ears.

"Can this elixir that increases the mana of the late foundation building stage be cheaper? The price of 1,500 spirit stones is really too expensive." A big man with a stubble on his face said in a muffled voice, looking at a white jade porcelain bottle on the shelf. However, his words seemed unsteady, and he naturally knew that his idea was not realistic.

"No, we in Treasure Pavilion only sell according to the fixed price, there are no discounts. And the price of such a precious elixir is not high. If it were at an auction in the market, it would be more expensive." A good-looking maid explained softly.

The big man stretched out his hand helplessly and covered his forehead. After a while, he seemed to have made up his mind. He took off a storage bag from his waist and handed it to the maid.

"This is the elixir. Give me a bottle!"

The maid took the storage bag and confirmed the number of spirit stones before taking the porcelain bottle containing the elixir from the shelf behind her and handing it to the big man.

And said: "Senior, your elixir."

The big man took the jade bottle with a look of pain on his face, then pulled out the cork. A fragrance of elixir wafted out. As soon as he smelled the fragrance, he immediately showed joy, and then he put the cork on the bottle without hesitation.

Ignoring the contempt in the eyes of the monks beside him, he turned and left, walking out of the Treasure Pavilion.

Nie Zhaonan naturally saw that this bearded man's cultivation had already reached the peak of the middle stage of foundation building. Perhaps he had encountered a bottleneck, and he purchased this elixir to improve his cultivation in the late stage of foundation building. Obviously, he wanted to take this elixir and use the powerful medicinal power to forcibly break through this bottleneck.

Nie Zhaonan put his hands behind his back and continued walking inside.

In addition to selling elixirs, the other counters sell magical instruments, formations, puppets and other items.

Moreover, in front of each counter, there were monks and maids mumbling something. None of them looked dissatisfied, but most of them had their brows slightly frowned, as if they had a hard time making up their minds.

When Nie Zhaonan was about to approach, Xiaomei, who was in charge of the Treasure Pavilion, sensed Nie Zhaonan's presence, raised her head, and said with a little surprise: "Sir, why are you here?"

As far as she knew, didn't the young master go to the alien sea to hunt monsters? But according to the time, he should be back, but she really couldn't figure out the purpose of the young master coming to the Treasure Pavilion.

"I have nothing to do, so I came here for a walk." Nie Zhaonan told the truth.

"Oh." Xiaomei agreed, and then said, "My young lady and Miss Ling are discussing something upstairs. Do you want to go and see them?"

A hint of doubt flashed across Nie Zhaonan's eyes.

"Lead the way."

"Okay." Xiaomei agreed respectfully and led the way.

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