Zou Fang said softly: "Collaborating with others? According to the Grand Master, that's not the case, right?"

Chu Zhiyuan was silent and nodded slowly: "I don't think so."

No matter how powerful the Demon Heart Sect is, there should be nothing they can do against it even if it is a Grand Master.

Let’s talk about these two great masters, but they are the great masters of the Jiu Li Sect.

The Jiuli Divine Sect is so arrogant, how can it be possible for them to be the same as the evil sect.

His super sense is fully activated.

Five middle-aged men sat in front of a bonfire. The bonfire was blazing, driving away the darkness and cold.

The burning firewood makes a crisp "pop" sound, making the surroundings appear quieter.

On this cold winter night, this bonfire is indescribably warm.

The five people sitting around the campfire seemed to be talking casually.

A handsome middle-aged man shook his head and said, "Mr. Sun, Mr. Zhou, why are you struggling so hard?"

Wearing a brocade robe, he looked through the bonfire and stared at the two middle-aged people opposite.

The bonfire made his eyes gleam like torches.

The two middle-aged men opposite were both wearing green robes and looked indifferent. They just stared at the bonfire and seemed not to hear what he said.

On either side of the middle-aged man in brocade robe sat a middle-aged man in gray robe. They stared at the two middle-aged men in green robe with solemn expressions, their eyes burning.

The handsome middle-aged man said slowly: "It's just a misunderstanding. Zong Jue has no intention of offending your sect."

"".—" The two middle-aged men in green robes opposite were still silent, just staring at the bonfire.

Junyi, a middle-aged man, said: "To express our apology, how about we give you a sword as compensation?"

The two middle-aged men in green robes across from them still didn't speak and only stared at the bonfire.

Junyi, a middle-aged man, shook his head and sighed: "Two swords, no more. After all, I am just a young man with ordinary martial arts. How about -------?"

"Haha——" The two middle-aged men in green robes laughed almost at the same time.

The two look different, but at this moment, they laugh like the same person.

Junyi, a middle-aged man, showed a great good temper: "Mr. Sun, Mr. Zhou, there is no need to be like this. If you have anything to say, please say it."

"If you have something to say, say it well."

"That's right, if you have something to say, please say it."

"When you are killing people, why don't you say something and say it properly?"

"How many people have died by your hands? How come you don't have anything to say about killing them?"

"..-Two gentlemen, are you really going to make such a fuss?" The handsome middle-aged man looked solemn, his eyes flashed coldly, and he said in a deep voice: "We are not afraid of you."

The middle-aged man in gray robe on his left said in a deep voice: "Elder, why should you be polite to them? If they dare to take action, I will die with them!"

Hearing this, Chu Zhiyuan, who was seven miles away, shook his head and sighed.

It was just as I expected.

The patriarch’s letter was written by this elder.

The two great masters of Jiu Li Sect are not from their group, which is good news.

He thought of this and stopped delaying.

The Mingyue Sword God lights up, rises slowly, emerges from the void in his mind and appears in the void.

The next moment, it was projected into the void in the minds of the three people, just like the bright moon reflecting on the lake.

The three of them spotted a bright moon at the same time and couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the night sky.

The moon is extraordinarily bright tonight.

The next moment, the light of a sword had reached the center of his eyebrows, and his vision suddenly went dark.

Before their visualization pictures could rise, the light of the sword had already reached the void in their minds.

"Bang!"

The sound of thunder rang in their ears, and they were immediately swallowed by darkness.

Chu Zhiyuan took a deep breath and smiled.

Sure enough, this Mingyue Sword God is one dimension higher than spiritual power and can ignore the Grand Master's spiritual defense and spiritual energy defense.

Are you now invincible?

He was so excited that he suddenly felt so heroic that the world was so vast that there was nowhere he couldn't go.

The world suddenly becomes wider, and I become free and at ease.

Looking at the Mingyue Sword in my mind again, it is even brighter and more compelling than before.

After killing these three great masters, Mingyue Sword God's strength increased a lot, comparable to the more than 300 evil sect demons.

The two middle-aged men in green robes frowned.

He looked at the look of surprise and disbelief in the eyes of the three people across from him, then extinguished them, and died of exhaustion.

The two of them felt their hairs stand on end, stood up suddenly, and looked around.

A series of mountains rose above my mind, and the vast momentum surged out.

To an outsider, it looks like two mountains falling from the sky, hitting them straight down and making them unbearable.

This is the aura of a great master.

They suddenly turned around and looked.

Chu Zhiyuan wore a fluttering purple robe and walked lightly on the treetops to the two of them.

He clasped his fists and said, "Chu Zhiyuan, please excuse me."

He looked at the three people who had fallen dead and said, "I killed them."

"Fourth Prince?!" the two blurted out.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and nodded: "It's Mr. Chu. These two gentlemen are the elders of the Jiuli Sect?"

"I am Sun Haifeng of the Jiuli Divine Sect."

"Zhou Shaotang of Jiuli Divine Cult."

"Mr. Sun, Mr. Zhou, are these three people from the Demon Heart Sect?

"Exactly, the one in the center is Lu Yuanhang, the elder of the Demonic Heart Sect, and the ones on both sides are the protectors.

"Lu Yuanhang," Chu Zhiyuan pondered.

He quickly thought about the information about Demon Heart Sect in his mind, including Lu Yuanhang's.

The elder who is said to be the most powerful of the Demonic Heart Sect is himself a Grand Master, and he also has two Grand Masters protecting him, which shows his authority.

He raised his voice and said, "Zou Fang."

"Yes." Zou Fang floated out of the woods, as silently and swiftly as a ghost,

Zou Fang came to the three of them, swung the whisk, and quickly swept away the various items in the three people's arms.

Upon seeing this, Sun Haifeng and Zhou Shaotang hurriedly removed the visualization chart.

The vast and powerful momentum around him suddenly disappeared.

Zou Fang seemed unaffected and sorted out the pile of things rolled out.

A few letters, a small statue, and a few bottles of elixirs.

Chu Zhiyuan ignored the letter and focused on the statue.

This statue was different from the pitch-black statues he usually saw.

It is silver.

It's like the pitch-black statue is coated with a layer of mercury.

This layer of silver made him feel awe-inspiring, and he didn't want to get close to it.

He waved his hand: "Don't touch that statue."

Zou Fang quickly withdrew her hands.

Originally, I wanted to give it to Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan came closer and looked at the silver statue.

Sun Haifeng and Zhou Shaotang were still in a trance, unable to concentrate, and scattered from time to time, thinking wildly.

The elder of the Demonic Heart Sect who was still talking to him before has now turned into bones.

The three great masters who were so difficult to deal with died so silently and so easily.

This gave them too strong an impact.
To be continued...