In the end, none of the Changsheng scholars who were brought into the inner gate of Longhu Mountain left the Zhenbao Pavilion alive. The furious Zhang Daofeng led Zhang Quan and other Longhu Mountain disciples to massacre all the invading Changsheng scholars without any mercy.

The originally smooth bluestone slab outside the Treasure Pavilion was stained with blood overnight. No one could tell whether these blood was from the Changsheng Sect or from the disciples of Longhu Mountain.

Zhang Daofeng mobilized the entire Longhu Mountain to pursue the two traitors of He Ziyin and Zhang Quanfeng all night. The scope of the pursuit even covered the entire Yingtan City. However, the two of them had been prepared for a long time. After leaving Longhu Mountain, it seemed as if the world had evaporated. Even if the fifth elder of Longhu Mountain used the secret technique of Longhu Mountain to chase the soul, they could not find their whereabouts.

The attack on the Changsheng Sect did not really take away anything, but left countless corpses and the overwhelming hatred of Longhu Mountain.

...

It was late at night, and in a small fishing village along the coast, there was no light. The ships moored in the harbor swung with the waves, revealing the stern and solemn atmosphere of coldness.

In the dark night, several figures slowly approached the small fishing village. If you look carefully, you will find that there are four people in total, three men and one woman.

The people were He Ziyin and others who escaped from Longhu Mountain. After leaving the inner gate of Longhu Mountain, they did not dare to stop at all, and they hid and fled all the way. They were originally going to return to Province F, but suddenly received a notice from the leader and hurried to this small fishing village.

"How long has it been since we met the leader?"

Bai Tong supported the seriously injured Luo Chen and murmured to himself.

Luo Chen lowered his eyes: "It's about half a year."

Zhang Quanfeng's expression was a little ugly: "You Changsheng Sect promised me that nothing has been achieved now. In order to survive, I even killed Zhang Rushan! Now I am running away with you second-rate people... Maybe I shouldn't have made this decision at the beginning!"

"Senior brother, practice Taoism and practice according to your heart. If your mind is not upright, the Tao will be different. You are not the same as the old messes in Longhu Mountain, so why should you get along with them?" He Ziyin whispered, "Although you left Longhu Mountain, Longhu Mountain can give you what Longhu Mountain can give you, and the Changsheng Sect can give you, and even more!"

"More?"

Zhang Quanfeng, who was walking in front, suddenly sneered, stopped, then suddenly turned around, and suddenly grabbed He Ziyin's collar. A heavy breath came from his hooked nose: "Hmph! What I want is the position of the Heavenly Master, the leader of Taoism. How can you just the immortal sect satisfy me?"

He Ziyin calmly broke Zhang Quanfeng's fingers from his collar one by one, and said lightly: "Whether you can get it depends on whether the leader likes you."

"Bad leader!"

Just as He Ziyin was about to break Zhang Quanfeng's last finger off his collar, Zhang Quanfeng suddenly let go of his hand and said sarcastically: "I'm also in my mind. I believe that some of your leader has that ability! I'm afraid that next time you meet Zhang Daofeng and others, you will have to escape!"

Zhang Quanfeng finished speaking, but he saw the lights suddenly lit up in the fishing village ahead. A low roar sounded, and countless screams suddenly sounded in the entire fishing village!

"What!" Zhang Quanfeng's face changed and he said with caution.

He Ziyin and the other two heard the voice, their eyes were slightly solemn. The three of them stopped at the same time, knelt on one knee on the ground, and said in a high voice: "Welcome to the leader!"

When Zhang Quanfeng heard this, his eyes were cold and cold. He refused to kneel down and believed that he didn't have to bow to the leader of the Changsheng Cult. He looked at the entrance of the fishing village and waited for the leader of the Changsheng Cult to appear.

Screams in the fishing village came one after another. After a while, strange figures began to appear in the fishing village, with shadows of varying heights. Some of the figures floated in the sky, while others fell to the ground and crawled, as if they were walking corpses.

However, they left the fishing village with great rules and set up a long welcoming passage at the entrance of the village. Only then did Zhang Quanfeng see clearly that these figures were all ghost kings with soul-detaining chains tied around their necks!

The Soul-Retaining Chain is a Taoist magic weapon. Once a ghost is tied up by it, it will have no freedom to be reincarnated, not only cannot be reincarnated, or even cannot control itself. It has only a body of power, but it can only be controlled by the owner of the Soul-Retaining Chain and becomes a real puppet.

When Zhang Quanfeng saw this scene, his body couldn't help but tremble. Looking at this scene, there were at least hundreds of ghost kings in front of him!

Hundreds of ghost kings! Looking around the world, there are probably only a few thousand ghost kings, and hundreds of ghost kings appear in the same place in groups. Even Zhang Quanfeng has never heard of it, let alone see it with his own eyes.

If such a terrifying force had directly entered Longhu Mountain yesterday... the outcome would probably not be certain.

Zhang Quanfeng took a deep breath and tried his best to control his emotions. He couldn't help but look along the chains, wanting to see who controlled so many ghost kings.

The soul-retaining chain is thick at one end and thin at the other end. The tail ends of the chains are almost thin into a silk thread, all pointing to a dilapidated fishing boat in the port.

The moonlight was shrouded, but a masked man was wearing a hat on his head, sitting on the bow of the boat fishing silently.

"Come back?"

The man didn't look back and stared at the float on the water.

He Ziyin lowered her head and said, "Yes, Master."

"Where is the Kunwu sword I want?"

"My subordinates are incompetent, and the information is wrong. Although we entered the Zhenbao Pavilion, we did not find the Kunwu Sword." When He Ziyin said this, his eyes looked at Zhang Quanfeng.

When they decided on the plan, Zhang Quanfeng told the Changsheng Sect that Kunwu was hiding on the top floor of Zhenbao Pavilion, but when they entered the top floor, they saw nothing.

"how so."

The man's voice was slightly dissatisfied, and the float on the water trembled gently.

Zhang Quanfeng knew that it was time for him to explain, but he didn't know how to excuse himself. He could only say: "Kunwu Clock is extremely powerful. Except for the Jiulong Cauldron on the top floor of Zhenbao Pavilion, there is nothing to seal it in Longhu Mountain. As for why Kunwu Sword is not in Zhenbao Pavilion, I... don't know."

"Don't know? OK."

The man in black asked back, then uttered two faint words, and then stopped talking.

He Ziyin and the other two did not speak. Zhang Quanfeng stood there and was at a loss. After waiting for half an hour, they still couldn't see any reaction. An inexplicable anger suddenly surged into Zhang Quanfeng's heart.

He was originally the third elder who was tall and high in Longhu Mountain, but after hearing He Ziyin's words, he cooperated with them. Now that the plan failed, he was included in the list of killings by Longhu Mountain. He finally saw the leader of the Longhu Mountain, but he still had to be angry from both sides. How could he not be angry?
Chapter completed!