“People are not here.”

There was no one in the room with Tianzi size, but at this moment, there was a sound without warning. Before he finished speaking, three strange figures appeared out of thin air in the room. The isolation and prohibition at the door of the room still flashed, and it did not play any blocking role.

The man in purple robe with a dark face raised his hand to block the sunlight from the window. The powerful spiritual sense in the Niwan Palace burst out, scanning the small guest room through.

The man in purple robe suddenly looked unkind, and something must have appeared. He suddenly turned his head and looked at a potted plant in the corner. The very pruned potted plant could not bear the burden of spiritual consciousness. It exploded into countless pieces with a bang. The splashed broken leaves and soil were wrapped in an invisible force, and it stopped in the air as if time was still.

The man in purple robe reached out to brush away the broken leaf soil blocking in front of him. Among the countless broken leaf soils, a white storage bag seemed particularly dazzling.

He reached out and grabbed the storage bag in his hand. There was an extremely inconspicuous mark at the bottom of the storage bag. It was precisely because of this mark that he could track it down here.

The man in purple robe reached out and found that it was already empty inside.

"Haha, this guy named Chang Xi is quite capable, and he actually made fun of me. Do you think he should be proud? Or should he regret it?" The man in the purple robe smiled, but there was no smile on his face. Only the other two people who were familiar with his temperament knew that he had completely become murderous to the poor man named Chang Xi.

The man in the purple robe rubbed his palm with one palm, and blood flowed from his palm, and a whispered sound from the storage bag, which quickly melted into the dirty blood.

"The waste Liu Yuan has this list in his hand, recording many lists of disciples lurking into the states. Once exposed, we may be uprooted by the Immortal Alliance."

The man in purple robe looked gloomy and said to the one who looked like a scholar: "I used to put the special mark of our Blood Spirit Sect when Liu Yuan was not paying attention. Tongyuan, please feel whether the roster is intact."

The scholar called Tongyuan put away the paper fan in his hand and began to perceive the special mark with his unique secret technique. As time passed, Tongyuan's eyes closed, and the paper fan in his hand became tighter and tighter. The paper fan was overwhelmed and broke into several pieces with a bang.

As the folding fan, which was squeezed into pieces by the huge force, fell to the ground, Tongyuan suddenly opened his eyes.

"How?" asked the man in purple robe.

The purple jacket behind Tongyuan had already wet half of the side, and slightly calmed down the lower respiratory tract: "The mark is still intact, which shows that Chang Xi did not check the list at all. It was just that it was extremely difficult to sense the special marks of the sect, as if something was hindering further exploration."

"Since you can detect the mark, it means that Chang Xi has not left Luoyang City too far. And within a radius of thousands of miles, it is probably only that place that can block the mark to investigate." The man in the purple robe pondered for a moment, but smiled gloomy.

Another body was covered in a wide purple robe, and the strong man shaped like an iron tower said in a muffled voice: "Senior brother, are you referring to that mountain tomb?"

"Yo? Manzhu, what's wrong with you today? Could it be that the three disciples of the Purple Spirit Sect have mixed some magic pills into the golden elixirs that will make you enlightened?"

Tongyuan bent down and picked up the paper fan that was broken into pieces on the ground, his face full of regret. Hearing that Man Zhu, who had always been a little stubborn, could understand what his senior brother was saying this time, he was very interesting and started to tease him.

"What's the delicious taste of those wasteful golden elixirs? They are so dry that they don't taste very good."

Man Zhu glanced at Tongyuan's body, which was not as thick as his arm, and with a mouth full of blood and meaty smell, he said without any concealing the desire in his eyes: "If I eat your golden elixir, I might be smarter than you."

The man in purple robe did not care about the vague murderous intent between the two people's words. He spread a scroll in his hand on the table, which was a portrait of Chang Xi. In the lower right corner of the portrait, there was a mark that was unique to the Immortal Dao Alliance.

After a few days, the man in purple robe had already been familiar with this disgusting handsome face and frowned, "Since Qingyun Mountain has spread Chang Xi's portrait among sects outside the Huizhou area to ask for assistance, I must have known something. Once they send people to help, there will be less time left for us."

The man in purple robe looked worse. There were not many people lurking into Cangxi Prefecture among the thousands of demons. His staff had been very nervous. Now he had to split a part of his people to chase and kill a Qingyun Mountain disciple who was not in the Foundation Building Realm, which made him very uncomfortable.

Tong Yuan glanced at the portrait and said in a deep voice: "I have secretly examined anyone who has entered and left the city today, and there is no trace of Chang Xi. He is very likely to have disguised himself as someone else and entered the Mangshan Mausoleum."

"If he only escapes all the way, we will inevitably have to spend more time. But since he has entered the Mangshan Mausoleum, it will save me a lot of effort."

The three of them sneered on their faces, and they took out small objects from the storage bag and hung them on their chests, flashing with faint light.

It is the Mangshan Mausoleum Seal!

...

Chang Xi was filled with goose bumps without any warning, and the feeling of being stared at by a poisonous snake remained in his heart for a long time. Chang Xi was secretly alert and looked around carefully.

He has not revealed his identity yet, and after a few persuasions, Qiu Li was unable to persuade him to leave. And they couldn't figure out where this "Chang'an" came from, and they did not have too much friendship with each other. It is okay to chat, but it is impossible to form a team with each other. Qiu Li was responsible for the mission of the sect during this trip, so naturally he would not allow strangers to walk rashly.

Judging from the fact that Qiu Li knew so much, Chang Xi could basically confirm that the shadow of Shangqing Palace among the several sects that banned the Mangshan Mausoleum this time must be the shadow of the Shangqing Palace.

In this way, the purpose of Qiu Li and the other two must be the inheritance and secret collection of the Mangshan Mausoleum. His purpose is to give priority to finding teleportation formations that can allow him to return to Huizhou. The two sides' intentions are completely different, and they will inevitably part ways in the end.

He is now alone, and the others are in two or three teams, which is a bit outstanding. Many people are well aware of the inside story and start to look at Chang Xi with malicious intentions, and even someone blatantly wiping his neck at him.

No matter how good your skin is, can you still treat it as a life-saving flower after entering this mountain tomb?

An Xia's pretty face turned red, and she glanced at the handsome man behind her with a sword on her waist from the corner of her eyes, feeling a good impression. She moved several times in a row, as if she was worried that she would be seen. She seemed to have made up her mind and plucked the sleeve of the woman in front of her with courage.

The woman returned to see that it was An Xia and asked softly: "Is there anything wrong with Xiao Anxia?"

"Sister An Li, look at that person so pitiful. He is the only one. Can we bring him together?" An Xia pointed to Chang Xi, who was alone behind her and said timidly.

An Li looked up and saw that the man with a sword had just arrived. Seeing that he had a good appearance and temperament, she thought he was a young master from a wealthy family who went out for fun.

I wanted to dispel An Xia's absurd thoughts, but I couldn't say it for a long time when I got to my mouth.

Unlike the situation in which two or three teams of other sects, the team led by An Li is all women. They came from the An family in Cangxi and were disciples of the aristocratic family. When they passed by Luoyang, they suddenly received a mail from the family, asking them to rush to the Mangshan Mausoleum immediately and be sure to find the secret treasure in the Mangshan Mausoleum.

Her face was unmoved, but in fact she had no idea whatsoever.

The female disciples of An's family in Cangxi are all as beautiful as flowers. This is known to everyone in Cangxi Prefecture. An Li has long been accustomed to enduring various gazes from men.

However, during this trip to the Mangshan Mausoleum, the eyes that were wandering around them were mixed with various desires, including even disciples who claimed to be famous and upright sects.

Her heart gradually became cold, and she didn't know what she had.

The man with the sword had also looked at them, but to her surprise, the man only glanced lightly and withdrew his gaze, his eyes clear without any evil thoughts.

"If you have such a clear look, probably... it's not a bad person, right?"
Chapter completed!