[The first thousand three hundred and sixty-two chapters bear the blame]

Tianxiangzhou, the state city, although it is already night, the lights in the city are brilliant and bright.

Because Tianxiang Prefecture is close to New Moon Prefecture and Hualong Prefecture, when the news of Song Xiaomo’s re-emergence spread here, the entire sub-altar was in a state of unease.

Because maybe, their split is the target of Song Xiaomo’s destruction.

In front of the gate of the sub-altar, it is still guarded by eight guards from the Nascent Soul period.

If in the past, these eight guards were only dealing with errands, but tonight, they did not dare to be sloppy at all. Who knows if Song Xiaomo would kill him suddenly, if he was sloppy, he might lose his life.

In the sub-altar, there is an inconspicuous small attic sitting cross-legged in a gray-clothed old man.

His name is Nalan Xing, and he was the core elder of the Taiyi Sect many years ago. However, since he stepped into the calamity, he has removed the position of the core elder and concentrated on training to prepare for the calamity. He has already sensed that his first The second catastrophe will come within a hundred years.

Ten miles away from the altar of heaven, there is an ordinary house. The occupant is a cultivator in the distraction period. He moved here two years ago. After two years, he is almost in retreat, and he hardly goes out. pass.

In fact, he was a disciple of Taiyi Sect, and was sent here by the main altar to act as a spy. Once there was any change in the sub-altar, he needed to report to the main altar through the teleportation array.

Tonight, Han Mu, who was acting as a spy, did not practice as usual, because Song Xiaomo had already come out of the mountain again, and it is very likely that he would attack the Tianxiang sub-altar. Therefore, he must be alert and monitor the movement of the sub-altar.

suddenly.

A figure appeared beside him without warning.

“You are……?”

He didn’t even utter a complete sentence, and he was pointed between the eyebrows by someone, who broke his body-protecting real essence in an instant, broke into his sea of consciousness, and defeated his Nascent Soul.

At the same time, ten figures suddenly appeared around the Tianxiang sub-altar. They quickly played a series of magic tricks. Then, the entire sub-altar was surrounded by an invisible energy circle.

“who?”

Nina Lanxing, who was sitting cross-legged in the small attic, suddenly opened his eyes, stepped out, and came to the sky above the sub-altar.

But the ten people around did not respond to him, but launched an attack directly at him.

“not good!”

As a cultivator of transcending the calamity, Nalan was fortunate to sense how sensitive his power was. As soon as ten people shot, he felt that they were ten cultivators who were at the same level as him.

“escape!”

In an instant, he made a decision to escape from this place, but his expression changed as soon as he communicated with the void, because he found that the space where the sub-altar was located was blocked by a mysterious force, and he would not break it for a quarter of an hour.

“Boom boom boom!”

Ten extremely powerful attacks arrived, and Nalan Xing had no choice but to resist.

The result of hard resistance is serious injury.

“puff!”

Nalanxing vomited blood, his expression instantly became tired, and exclaimed: “Are you from Vulcanism?”

“You know too much, die!”

A sneak attacker came in the air and attacked again, and the other nine sneak attackers cooperated to launch an attack.

After just three rounds of resistance, Nalan Xing had no more resistance, and could only see a sword light pierce his eyebrows and pierce his Primordial Spirit.

“kill!”

After killing Nalan Xing, ten people flew down directly and turned into a death god who harvested life. It only took thirty breaths to kill thousands of people in the altar!

Then find the treasure house of the altar, and directly empty the resources inside.

When they left, Song Yan’s figure appeared in the sub-altar, looking at the mutilated corpses, even though he had killed many people, he felt that the methods of those ten people were too cruel.

“It’s a bit deviating from what I expected. The people of the Vulcan Sect didn’t attack the headquarters of the Taiyi Sect, but instead attacked their sub-altar!”

With a flick of the figure, Song Yan disappeared in place.

After 20 breaths, Song Yan appeared near the sub-altar of the Taiyi Sect in Dongtian Prefecture, and once again witnessed the master of the Vulcan Sect kill the master of calamity who was sitting here, and then continued to kill.

That night, 63 sub-altars of the Taiyi Sect were destroyed. Except for one cultivator who was in the middle stage of the tribulation and escaped with serious injuries, the remaining 62 masters of the tribulation who sat in the sub-altars were all killed.

According to Song Yan’s expectation, there will be no more than 150 tribulation masters from the Taiyi Sect.

Sixty-two people died at once, enough to hurt their vitality.

Overnight, the sixty-three sub-altars of Taiyi Sect were destroyed, which caused a huge sensation in the Tang Dynasty.

“Song Xiaomo is so cruel, even the ordinary disciples in the division are not spared!”

“Song Xiaomo is simply the reincarnation of a murderer. It’s so cruel, he actually killed so many people!”

The Taiyi Sect had as few as two or three thousand people, and as many as five or six thousand people, so that night, the Taiyi Sect disciples who were killed reached more than 200,000 people.

Sitting in a restaurant in the state city of Tianxiang Prefecture, listening to the discussions around, Song Yan’s face was very ugly, and he actually took the blame for the Vulcan Sect.

The key is that he not only carried the pot, but also did not get any benefit. You must know that after the masters of the Vulcan Sect killed the people, they looted the storage spirit rings on them.

This thing continues to ferment.

But the Taiyi Sect general altar was caught in a strange atmosphere.

“Mingtan, you need to give us an explanation!”

More than 30 tribulation cultivators blocked the real person of Mingtan and demanded justice, and these more than 30 people were the group of tribulation masters who went to the sub-altar to sit in town.

The face of the real person Mingtan was extremely ugly.

He never dreamed that the Vulcan Church suddenly attacked the sub-altar and killed sixty-two tribulation masters. Therefore, the remaining tribulation masters dared to stay in the sub-altar and ran back one after another. And aggressively went to the headmaster Mingtan to ask for an explanation.

After a long while, Master Mingtan said slowly: “Everyone, I didn’t expect such a thing to happen, but please rest assured, I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation!”

A Tribulation Transcendence cultivator sneered: “It’s easy to say, how do you explain to us, just because of your ridiculous decision, we have lost 62 Tribulation Transcendence masters, you are too incompetent as a headmaster!”

“Yes, you must explain to us immediately, we want to seek justice for the dead fellow Taoist!”

For a while, the face of the real person Mingtan became more and more ugly.

At this moment, a boy hurried over and reported in a panic: “It’s not good to teach, we have three more altars destroyed!”

“You step back first!” Master Mingtan waved with a gloomy face.

“Yes!”

Seeing that the situation was not good, the boy immediately backed out.

At this time, another calamity cultivator said: “Mingtan, it seems that you are really not suitable to be the headmaster. If you let you go on like this, I am afraid that my 100,000-year foundation of Taiyi Sect will be defeated by you. clean!”