The crazy uncle-master went on a killing spree, and the whole sect was burned to death!

Chapter 393 Ancient Cold Sect Disciples Besieged!

He had just caught the cub when he was chased by the monsters, so he didn't have time to examine it closely.

Now that I look at it, I've truly discovered the problem.

He took out a special cleansing herb juice and poured it on the cubs.

Soon, the pattern on it started to fade.

fade……

Xiao Heyun felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and he couldn't catch his breath.

He was already mentally exhausted and seriously injured.

Unable to bear it any longer, she fainted from anger.

[Host, host...]

The system was also dumbfounded. So all the suffering the host endured was for nothing?

He was tortured by monsters, humiliated in front of his target, and finally electrocuted.

The result was so comical.

If it were it, it would be furious too.

……

"Hahaha, that kid actually fainted from anger!"

Golden Little Sword laughed louder than anyone else; he was genuinely amused.

It took a long time to stop.

Song Wanning also had a smile on her face, she couldn't help but smile.

While his clone was dealing with the enraged monster, he also made friends with Yun Yunzhou.

Although Yun Yunzhou was incredibly proud, her admiration for Liu Xingzhi was common knowledge.

The clone merely praised Liu Xingzhi a few times and expressed her admiration for him, and Yun Yunzhou regarded her as one of his own, treating her with obvious greater intimacy.

However, after a brief encounter, Song Wanning was certain that Yun Yunzhou's feelings for Liu Xingzhi were mostly admiration, and it seemed that there were no romantic feelings between them at the moment.

Elder Liu Xingzhi doesn't seem like the type of person who would fall in love with his disciple.

She couldn't help but begin to doubt whether Jiang Cen's so-called plot in the book was true or false.
Or is it just one part of the Heavenly Dao design in the wood-plastic industry?
Song Wanning narrowed her eyes, no longer trusting Jiang Cen's words as she had in the past.

She put away the Three Lives Mirror and continued her search in the deep mountains.

But several days passed, and the Bodhi tree was still nowhere to be found.

It seems to be just a rumor.

Song Wanning didn't intend to waste any more time and hurried off to other places.

……

Another half month has passed.

Song Wanning found many good things in the secret realm, but also encountered many dangers, fortunately she survived them all safely.

These days, Jiang Cen finally got rid of the ferocious beast, but he almost lost half his life.

They had almost used up all the talismans and pills they had before finally shaking off the ferocious beast and getting a chance to catch their breath.

Xiao Heyun also woke up early, and perhaps because of the shock, he calmed down.

However, his injuries were too severe, so he had to find a place to heal first.

As a result, the two of them had fewer opportunities to search for treasures, which naturally benefited Song Wanning and others.

Suddenly, Song Wanning, who was searching for treasures, received a message.

"Disciples of the Ancient Cold Sect nearby, gather at Cloud Valley immediately! The Canglan Sect disciples have gone too far, killing two of my Ancient Cold Sect disciples! Come quickly to avenge them!"

The message came from Yue Lin, the number one on the Ancient Cold Sect's Heavenly Admiration Ranking.

Upon hearing this, Song Wanning's heart sank. She had heard about it long before entering the secret realm.

Because the secret realm can isolate external perception, it is an excellent place for murder and robbery.

The disciples lost each time were not all killed by traps or monsters, but mostly by other cultivators.

Now that the Canglan Sect disciple has been discovered to have killed two Guhan Sect disciples, this matter cannot be resolved peacefully.

She frowned, arranged for her clone to go there, and continued to explore the secret realm herself.

At this moment, Song Wanning was even more grateful that she had created the clone in the first place, and that she had added all of the Breath Soil into it, which allowed the clone to advance simultaneously with the main body. It had truly helped her solve a great deal of trouble when necessary.

……

"Yue Lin, what do you mean by this? Are you trying to start a sect war?"

The disciples of the Canglan Sect gathered together, coldly glancing at Yue Lin and the few people behind him.

"Everyone's busy treasure hunting, do you think they'll bother with you? Don't dream!"

"Hand over the stuff now, or you'll end up like those two!"

Song Lantian's eyes were full of sarcasm. As the number one on the Canglan Sect's Tianmu Ranking, her competition with Yue Lin had been going on for quite some time.

Now that they've met in the secret realm, their murderous intent is blatantly obvious, not concealed at all.

"Yes, hurry up and take out the things. We were the ones who discovered the Heaven-Mending Stone. What right do you people from the Ancient Cold Sect have to forcibly take it?"

"Hand it over right now!!!"

The disciples of the Canglan Sect outnumbered and outmatched the others; if Song Lantian hadn't been holding them back, they would have rushed in to fight long ago.

Yue Lin's side only had four people in total, which was seven or eight fewer than the Canglan Sect, so they lost in terms of numbers alone.

Yue Lin looked grim, but he was not provoked.

He didn't have much hope that any disciples of the Ancient Cold Sect might come over.

The secret realm is vast, and everyone is scattered far apart. In addition, some may be in danger and unable to lend a helping hand.

Therefore, he had long been prepared to fight against many opponents.

"The Stones that mended the heavens were obtained by the dead; do you think you are worthy of them?"

A glint of bloodlust flashed in his bloodthirsty eyes, and the veins on his hand gripping the broadsword bulged.

"You killed my Ancient Cold Sect disciples to seize the treasure, so don't expect to get away scot-free! Even if we all perish, we'll take you down with us!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the three people beside him nodded in unison, sharing a common hatred for the enemy.

The Canglan Sect has surrounded them and is preventing them from leaving, all because of the Sky-Mending Stone.

They would never hand it over!
"Good good!"

Song Lantian laughed in exasperation.

"Since you insist on courting death, then don't blame us for being impolite!"

"Follow me!!!"

With a wave of her hand, her disciples attacked the group from behind.

As long as they kill a few people, no one will know that they did it!

Therefore, they must be silenced!
Yue Lin and the other three felt a chill in their hearts and each took out their magic weapons to launch a counterattack.

In an instant, magic filled the sky in the Cloud Valley, covering the entire valley with a layer of colorful light.

Not long after, a disciple of the Ancient Cold Sect arrived, realized the danger, and immediately joined the battle.

However, given the vast disparity in numbers and the fact that everyone's cultivation level was only at the Void Refinement stage, the Ancient Cold Sect disciples quickly began to falter, with some sustaining injuries.

Meanwhile, Yue Lin and Song Lantian clashed. Both were outstanding members of the new generation of their sects, and their battle was fierce, fueled by both old and new grudges.

"puff--"

"Canglan Sect, don't push your luck. So many of you are going against just a few of us. Aren't you afraid people will laugh at you if word gets out?"

"Yes, if you're so capable, fight us fair and square. What kind of skill is it to outnumber the weak?"

The disciples of the Ancient Cold Sect were injured, and their anger flared up.

"Hmph, it's all about the winner taking all the credit. You have to accept the consequences of your bet, who cares how many of you there are!"

The disciples of the Canglan Sect are not stupid; all they care about is getting their hands on the treasure.

Do you value fairness?

Haha, that's utterly ridiculous.

"what-"

A scream rang out as a large chunk of a piece of clothing was sliced ​​off the waist of an Ancient Cold Sect disciple.

The flesh, mixed with blood, was turned into mincemeat by the incoming magic before it even hit the ground.