Liu Feng looked at his hands blankly, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes looked at the master of the drama and seemed to be looking at a demon.

"You! You...have you pulled away my cultivation?" He could clearly sense that the massive amount of spiritual power that had once been in his body had disappeared, and his once proud dantian was already empty.

Even the spiritual consciousness cannot be dispersed.

The master of the opera looked at the glimmer of light surrounding his fingertips and sneered: "It's just that you have temporarily stripped away your destiny for cultivation and will be returned to you soon...the premise is that you have to be able to live until that time."

His other hand wiped the terrified Liu Feng, and a series of hideous scars appeared on his body out of thin air, as if the fate that originally belonged to the corpse was transferred to Liu Feng.

"Impossible! This is absolutely no such skill in the world! You... I understand! You are barbarians!!" Liu Feng was suffering a great pain, and in this pain, he thought of the seemingly impossible answer.

Didn’t they mean that the barbarians are pitiful? Didn’t they mean that they are being unilaterally suppressed by the army of the God Realm? How did they pass through the two realms and descend to the God Realm?!

Countless doubts flashed through Liu Feng's mind, but his consciousness became increasingly blurred. Under such terrifying injuries, he could not survive without his cultivation in the Taixu Realm.

Watching Liu Feng calmly, the master of the opera turned around and left. At this time, there were only four living people left on the entire street.

Ji Qianming felt a little heavy when he watched the master of the drama killing Liu Feng with such strange means.

This is S-12, "The Exchange of Destiny"... I didn't expect it to be so weird. It's really not easy for the drama master to be the first special envoy for so many years.

"When the city lord dies, our existence will soon be exposed. We must get the fragment before the pursuers arrive." After saying that, the master of the opera glared at the queen fiercely, "Your matter will be settled when you go back!"

The queen pursed her lips, and seemed not to take the threat of the drama master to heart.

The four of them did not stop anymore, but took advantage of the coming night and galloped towards the Qingxu Gate.

...

Not long after they left, a young man in plain clothes carrying a long jade sword walked from the other end of the horizon. Lin Zimu looked at the messy street with a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.

The Lord of One City actually died here. Who did it? Is it related to the Emperor's Son?

Lin Zimu lowered his head and thought for a while, took out a treasure mirror from the storage ring. This mirror was considered a treasure in Tianxin Pavilion. This time he came out to find the trace of the emperor's son, which was handed over to him by the pavilion leader Chen Fusheng himself.

After pouring spiritual power into it, Lin Zimu pinched several magic tricks with one hand, and a ripple spread out on the mirror, showing what this street used to look like.

This treasure mirror can trace back what happened within six hours to the mirror surface, and under Lin Zimu's intentional control, the time has been adjusted not long ago.

The disciple of Qingxu Sect kicked the old man to death, and the strange woman stood up for him. Then four people wearing white masks massacred the entire city lord's mansion...

Without spiritual power... are they barbarians? Lin Zimu's eyes lit up slightly, as if he had grasped the point.

The emperor's son is also a barbarian!

In other words, the emperor is among these four people? Which one will it be?

No, according to the Pavilion Master's calculations, the Emperor's son should still be a young man under 20 years old. The body shapes of these people are not consistent... Has he changed his body shape?

In the divine world, the magical power of changing faces is not too rare, and Lin Zimu soon thought of this level.

He could vaguely feel that the emperor must be among these four people, and the most urgent task is to find them first and then slowly verify them.

He raised his head, looked at the direction where the four people in the mirror left, and murmured to himself: "Where... is Qingxu Gate?"

...

Qingxu Gate.

The night is getting darker and the sky is full of stars.

In the quiet room, the fourth elder who was meditating and practicing, his heart twitched slightly, and his white eyebrows frowned slightly, and suddenly he felt a little restless.

"What's going on? Could it be that he was obsessed with the devil?" The fourth elder did not dare to be careless and hurriedly looked inside. He found that there seemed to be nothing wrong with the exercises, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

People who practice will not be restless for no reason. Could something be wrong?

Speaking of which, his third disciple Liu Heng followed the group of juniors to buy materials to Jackdaw City. Why hasn't he come back yet? Could it be that he is going out to cause trouble again? Humph, when he comes back, he must teach a lesson. The practitioner does not focus on his practice and always does so many things for him. If he causes trouble, he has to wipe his butt himself... It's really troublesome!

Also, this afternoon, the senior brother of the sect suddenly hurried out. What happened? Why haven’t he come back yet?

The fourth elder felt more and more uneasy as he thought about it, so he simply stood up and prepared to go out to relax. At this moment, the spiritual power outside the door suddenly fluctuated, and an old man in a gray robe stood in front of his house with a serious expression.

"Three Elder?" The fourth elder was stunned when he saw the visitor and asked in confusion: "The third elder came to find me so late, what's the point?"

The third elder frowned and said hoarsely: "The leader's life lamp... is gone."

"What?!" The fourth elder widened his eyes, "How is this possible! The leader is in the realm of the half-step God King. Who else can kill him near this Jackdaw City? When will it happen?!"

The third elder shook his head, "This is not a place to speak, come to the meeting hall, everyone is here."

As he said that, the two elders hurriedly went to the meeting hall.

Qingxu Gate, Convention Hall.

In the quiet and elegant hall, the chair in the middle was empty, with four elders sitting on both sides frowning, and the entire lobby was filled with a heavy breath, like the tranquility before the storm came.

The third elder led the fourth elder into the meeting hall and returned to his position to sit down. At this time, the great elder who was sitting on one side slowly stood up, his eyes calmly swept over the restless people, and the old voice echoed in the lobby.

"All elders, I guess you have heard about the leader, right?"

"Senior Brother, what's going on?" The Fourth Elder stood up anxiously and asked.

"This afternoon, someone came to send a letter to the senior brother of the sect. After reading this letter, the senior brother of the sect hurriedly left and never came back. A disciple in front of the incense stick was cleaning the cabinet and found that the senior brother of the sect had turned off. Then he hurriedly summoned all the elders to discuss the rest." The elder briefly told the story of the matter.

"But the senior brother of the sect is a half-step god king-level strongman. How could he be killed silently?" The fourth elder frowned and spoke in confusion.

"Senior Brother Ning, don't you understand yet? The one who can kill the leader quietly... can only be another half-step god king." The sixth elder looked at him meaningfully.

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Ah~~ It's only one-third, it's so difficult.
Chapter completed!