Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

In Chu Zheng's eyes, both the Huanling Sect and the Yeguang Pavilion were all the same thing.

The Immortal Sect treats mortals like ants, but he is a human being, a mortal, not an immortal.

Song Lingqing's death and the reaction of the Phantom Sect made Chu Zheng understand a lot of things in an instant.

Yeguang Pavilion has never taken action to make a fuss about the Song family. I'm afraid that the drunkard is not interested in drinking. What he really wants to kill is Song Lingqing, the hidden dragon.

Now that Qianlong has drowned in the deep sea before ever leaving the abyss, there is no need to worry about the Song family anymore.

Jiang Cunhu and Fu Quanliang, no matter who lives or dies, it has no meaning at this moment.

While Chu Zheng was deep in thought, Fu Quanliang on the side was already stunned.

Destroyed the Phantom Sect...

These few words seemed to ignite the blood in his bones for a moment.

Why must he die? ! Is his life cheap? !

Fu Quanliang's breathing became heavier. What he couldn't do didn't mean that Chu Zheng couldn't do it.

One day, maybe he will have the opportunity, just like today, to blow up the mission elder's head with his own hands!

"Fu Quanliang...Fu Quanliang!"

Chu Zheng called twice, but received no response. He reached out and patted Fu Quanliang's face:

"Hey, wake up."

"Um?"

Fu Quanliang broke away from the illusion in his mind, looked at Chu Zheng, and gradually calmed down.

Chu Zheng now needs to rely on sneak attacks to kill a Lingquan realm monk. How can he destroy the Huanling Sect? He might just drag him to death with him.

He can now see that Chu Zheng's thinking logic is somewhat different from that of ordinary people.

Zuo Zuo is not a normal person.

"Is there any way for me to enter the Phantom Sect?"

This is the issue that Chu Zheng is most concerned about at the moment.

"I didn't feel any mana fluctuations when you took action. Do you have immortal bones?"

Fu Quanliang was a little hesitant. He really couldn't figure out the way to go about politics.

Chu Zheng immediately shook his head. If he had immortal bones, he would naturally find a way to take another path.

"If you don't have immortal bones, you definitely won't be able to become a disciple."

Fu Quanliang thought for a moment, nodded and said:

"If you can hide the power in your body, avoid the inspection before entering, and then show the combat power of a mortal grand master, you can join the Phantom Sect and work as a handyman."

To put it bluntly, the cultivation state is comparable to that of a great master, or even slightly inferior.

General sects welcome handymen like mortal great masters. After all, they do not need to consume cultivation resources. They can be spent with some ordinary elixirs and grains.

Some great masters who practice external skills to temper their bodies can even do things that disciples in the Yangli realm cannot do, and make huge profits.

But the handyman is just a handyman after all, not a disciple. Compared with the outer disciples, the status is very different. If there is no one above to take care of him, he will inevitably be assigned all kinds of dirty work on weekdays.

The great master was revered as the pillar of the country in the ordinary world, enjoying all the glory in the world, and how happy he was.

Very few great masters are willing to live such a life in the Immortal Sect, so there are not many handymen of this type, and the number is smaller than that of the outer sect disciples.

As for cultivating a great master, the Immortal Sect would not do such a thing, because it would be a waste of energy. On the one hand, practicing martial arts also requires talent, and on the other hand, it is easy to cause chaos.

The strength of most young outer disciples is between the Yangli Realm and the Lingquan Realm, with the Yangli Realm accounting for the majority. In a real fight, they may not necessarily be the Grand Master's opponent.

When there are a large number of Grand Masters, with equal power and such a huge gap in status, conflicts will inevitably arise.

Immortal seedlings are hard to find. Once a large-scale bloody conflict occurs, it will be a loss for the Immortal Sect.

Even low-grade immortal bones are much more valuable than ten great masters, and are not worth taking such risks.

"What is going to be checked during this entrance inspection?"

It is not difficult for Chu Zheng to hide his power. It is easy for him to transform the Yuan Qi in his Dantian into the physical body in a short time.

The only thing you need to pay attention to is the inspection before entering.

"Immortal bones and cultivation, that's all. There is a spiritual formation in front of the sect. You can't bring any of your things in. You can go in naked. After passing the spiritual formation test, you will be given the clothes of a handyman."

"Is this the case every time you enter and exit the mountain gate?" Chu Zheng was slightly confused, as this was too harsh.

Fu Quanliang shook his head and said: "Of course not. This is only for handymen. For disciples who are out, it is another more complicated process."

There are so many methods in the Immortal Way, and every entry and exit of a disciple is a potential risk. Every time he returns, an elder will personally verify his identity to prevent the body from being stolen, the body changed, or the evil spirits from heretics hiding in the secret treasure and following the disciples. Return to the clan.

Throughout the ages, countless immortal sects have perished due to internal disasters.

The Immortal Sect, which has been passed down for a long time, will more or less have the methods left by the ancestors as the foundation, but many of the foundations can only protect against external enemies, but cannot stop the inner ghosts.

Thinking of this, Fu Quanliang couldn't help but feel a little excited. If he could really bring Chu Zheng into the Phantom Spirit Sect, it would be like laying a secret mine. Maybe one day, he could really blow up the Phantom Spirit Sect.

Chu Zheng weighed it for a moment and made a decision: "Then we will set off tomorrow."

Now that we have the news, it is natural to set off as early as possible.

Yeguang Pavilion may not necessarily care about Jiang Cunhu, but there might be some close friends coming to look for him.

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It was noon in a blink of an eye.

After receiving the news from the Phantom Sect, Song Tonghai never showed up.

Knowing that Chu Zheng planned to leave tomorrow, Song Lingxue came forward and dismissed everyone in the mansion.

In an instant, there were only a few people left in the entire Song Mansion, and it was extremely cold.

In the afternoon, Chu Zheng went out and walked around Luofeng City.

There are many martial arts practitioners lurking nearby. Their news channels are not as fast as Fu Quanliang's, and they have no idea that the situation has changed.

Chu Zheng tried to communicate with them, but the process was not very pleasant. In the end, Chu Zheng brought back many corpses, both male and female.

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At night.

Chu Zheng sat cross-legged on the couch and packed his belongings. He dug out the immortal sect classics that were originally buried in the ground and put them into his storage bag.

The storage bag cannot be brought into the Phantom Sect, so we will need to find a way...

Wow——

The door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and Song Lingxue slowly stepped into the room with a calm expression.

"Starting tomorrow, where are you going?"

"Huanling Sect." Chu Zheng did not hide anything and told the truth.

After killing Jiang Cunhu and reaching this point, he and the Song family have become clean. The next step is naturally to do what he wants to do.

What's more, the situation of the Song family today is no longer as difficult as before.

Song Lingxue seemed a little surprised when she learned Chu Zheng's destination: "Why are you going to the Phantom Sect?"

"For revenge."

As soon as the words came out, in order to avoid misunderstanding, Chu Zheng thought for a while and then explained:

"This has nothing to do with the Song family. I have cleared out all those who set up jams near Luofeng City. You can leave directly tomorrow."

Helping Fu Quanliang to take revenge was just a matter of convenience.

The reason why I chose the Phantom Sect was simply that it looked much weaker than the Yeguang Pavilion. Among the several immortal sects around it, it seemed to be the best to attack.

The old lady knows how to pick out the weak when eating persimmons, not to mention the help from Fu Quanliang, the Phantom Sect is almost the best choice.

Song Lingxue only believed the word revenge when Chu Zheng said it.

There is no enmity between the Phantom Sect and Chu Zheng. She is more willing to believe that this word of revenge is for Song Lingqing.

Thinking of this, she slowly walked forward to the bedside, raised her hand and pushed Chu Zheng down on the couch.

Chu Zheng: "?"

Before he could speak, Song Lingxue was already on the couch, straddling his waist.

She looked down at Chu Zheng, casually pulled off her hair tie, and her black hair fell down like a waterfall, speaking concisely and concisely:

"Take off."

Chu Zheng glanced at the moonlight outside the window and muttered: "Why don't you wait until tomorrow? I like the daytime."

Absorbing the moonlight at night will increase the yin energy in the body, which will affect the combat effectiveness to some extent.

Song Lingxue didn't say another word, but leaned over and bit the side of Chu Zheng's neck.

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It's still dark.

A carriage slowly drove out of the backyard of the Song Mansion. Song Lingxue, dressed in a green and blue outfit and wearing a bamboo hat, urged the horse forward.

In the carriage, Song Tonghai lowered his head, his head full of white hair, his eyes were no longer as bright as before, they were turbid, and he murmured to himself:

"Qing'er...my Qing'er..."

He held several tablets in his arms, one of which was brand new and spotless.

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The next morning.

When Chu Zheng woke up, there was no figure beside his pillow.

The Song Mansion was empty, not a single ghost was seen.

There was a letter left on the table in the main hall, left by Song Lingxue.

The content of the letter was very simple. He hoped that Chu Zheng would give up going to the Phantom Sect, change places, and live a good life. He and the Song family already had nothing to lose, and there was no need to waste time on meaningless things.

Chu Zheng's face was expressionless, a glimmer of light ignited in his hand, and the letter turned to ashes in an instant.

Don't they owe each other?

To think simply, his Yuan Yang was so precious, and Song Lingxue owed him a lot.

Thinking of last night, Chu Zheng couldn't help but sigh. After all, he only had a body of sixteen or seventeen years old, with strong blood and weak concentration.

If you ejaculate your yin and yang so early, it will take more effort to maintain the balance of yin and yang in the body in the future.

As for regret, that is out of the question.

Carrying a long sword, Fu Quanliang stepped into the main hall and asked, "Are you leaving now?"

"Walk."

Chu Zheng turned around and walked towards the gate of Song Mansion, raised his hand to the sky, Yuan Qi surged out from his palm, shot straight into the sky, and turned into a raging fire in the blink of an eye.

The moment the two stepped out of the door, the fireball in the air suddenly exploded, turning into a rain of fire that filled the sky, covering the entire Song Mansion in a snap.

In the realm of spiritual transformation, the flow and changes of enlightenment are like this small magic, which can be easily obtained.

In order to avoid leaving too many traces and prevent tracking, burning them all is the safest way.

The corpses brought back yesterday were also put to use at this time, at least to give the appearance of annihilation.

The tongues of fire shot up to a height of ten feet, bit by bit eating away the gilded plaque in front of the door.

Looking at the century-old house gradually disappearing in the firelight, Chu Zheng frowned slightly and his fingertips trembled slightly.

He never thought that one day he would destroy such a century-old monument with his own hands in order to conceal what had happened here.

As a cultural relic restorer, he buried a piece of history with his own hands.

Although, to the entire world, this period of history is unremarkable.

"Let's go."

Chu Zheng turned around and asked casually: "How far is this place from the Phantom Spirit Sect?"

"It's not far away. There is a branch sect 20,000 miles away. Wherever you go, you can take a flying boat back to the main sect."

"How long were you gone when you came?"

"When I came here, a senior sister sent me here. It took less than two days. As for the two of us... we just walked like this, and it only took half a month to walk."

"Is your senior sister good-looking?"

"Of course it looks good..."

Under the reflection of the sky-high fire, the two figures gradually disappeared on the street, leaving no trace.

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The fire burned for a whole day and night, and since then Wuyang County has lost another century-old family.

A few days later, more than a hundred cavalry rushed over and stopped in front of the ruins.

"It's still too late! What a pity."

Looking at the ruins in front of him, Zhao Yunheng, who was wearing a python robe, let out a long sigh. When he learned that Song Lingqing had been ambushed, he immediately turned back from the capital, wondering if he could get what he wanted.

Unexpectedly, even if I hurry up and hurry up, I am still a step too slow.

“Not catching up is not necessarily a bad thing.”

Zhao Jichang on the side shook his head: "The Song family will never be able to cope with such a fate. It is troubled by everything, so it is better not to touch it."

"That is."

Zhao Yunheng laughed and scolded: "You have married four noble girls from the capital at once, and you are getting married every night. Naturally, you don't want Song Lingxue anymore."

"Is this the Song Mansion?"

Before Zhao Yunheng finished speaking, a question suddenly came from the side.

At some point, a figure appeared in the ruins. He was dressed in a green robe and looked to be around 20 years old. His skin was shiny, and there was a little blood-red cinnabar between his eyebrows, which added a bit of evil to the originally beautiful face.

"Who is your Excellency?" Zhao Yunheng frowned slightly.

"Answer, is this the Song Mansion?" The man frowned slightly and repeated the question just now, seemingly impatient.

"presumptuous!"

The sound of the sword being unsheathed exploded. Such a rude attitude instantly angered the hundreds of cavalry behind Zhao Yunheng.

puff--

There was a muffled sound, and all the cavalrymen who drew their swords were instantly separated from their flesh and bones, turning into pools of blood and mud.

In the blink of an eye, only Zhao Yunheng and his son were left in the field.

Zhao Jichang was trembling all over, his face suddenly turned pale, and he was speechless for a moment.

"This place is indeed the Song Dynasty. It's my fault for not being strict with my subordinates. My subordinates were ignorant for a while and offended the Immortal. Don't blame me for the Immortal."

Zhao Yunheng looked solemn, turned over and dismounted, vaguely protected Zhao Jichang behind him, and bowed to apologize:

"I hope that Xiannian will spare the lives of my father and son after we join the Zhao family."

Hearing this, the man slowly narrowed his eyes: "You're going to crush me with a dead man?"

"Where is Zhao Tingxian now?"

"Zhao Tingxian? Zhao Tingxian? Zhao Tingxian!"

His tone became increasingly high-pitched, and his voice shook the surroundings, causing ripples in the void.

Boom——

Before the lingering sound dissipated, rolling thunderclouds suddenly appeared in the sky, forming a pair of giant thunder eyes without any emotion.

There was chaos in the depths of his eyes, with yin and yang qi surging faintly.

The moment the thunder cloud appeared, the man in green robe turned pale and his expression changed dramatically.

Before he could open his mouth, a huge thunder sword fell from the sky, like a punishment from heaven, and slashed to the top of his head.

Buzz——

Not far away, Zhao Yunheng felt a breeze blowing on his face. When he opened his eyes again, the traces left by the Song family no longer existed, leaving only a bottomless abyss.

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The news of the Song family's annihilation spread rapidly. Within a few days, it spread throughout the Zhou Dynasty and became a topic of conversation among people in the world.

However, the changes in the cultivation world of the nearby countries are far more dramatic than those in the mortal world.

Just the fact that Fu Quanliang went on a reverse march and killed Jiang Cunhu across the border caused some reactions among the lower-level disciples of several nearby sects.