Floating Immortal Order

The vast swamp water has countless tributaries, and this branch happens to run across the junction of the Heyin boundary and the Shanshan boundary. It winds and twists and turns, flowing through almost half of the eastern boundary of the human world.

The water above it is rushing endlessly, and it is extremely wide and majestic. There are countless monsters living in the water, and there are few people on the banks on both sides.

At this moment, a huge golden-red palace appeared on the side of the river bank in Heyin Realm. The door of the palace was closed, and hundreds of people had gathered in front of the palace.

"Everyone, go away. This area in front of the temple is owned by our Demonic Sound Sect." Several rays of purple-black light fell from the sky, and one of the disciples spoke arrogantly, looking at the casual cultivators and cultivators in front of the temple with contempt. A member of a small sect and a small aristocratic family.

"Magic Sound Gate!"

"Hurry up and stay away. The disciples of the Demonic Sound Sect are extremely vicious. They often use living people to practice their martial arts. We, the casual cultivators, can't afford to offend them."

"I heard that Master Huanyin of the Demonic Sound Sect celebrated his birthday some time ago. He actually used the whole body essence and blood of thirty thousand mortal men to refine elixirs. He was really too overbearing and ruthless."

Many people from small aristocratic families and casual cultivators changed their expressions after hearing this, and hurriedly moved out of the way, fearing that they would have anything to do with the Demonic Sound Sect.

There are also some people who are extremely disdainful of the Magic Sound Sect, but they do not dare to show it at this time, but they also silently step aside and get out of the way.

"Senior Sister Zhang, please." The expression of the disciple who spoke out just now changed, and he bowed respectfully, as if he was extremely afraid of one of the women.

"Yes." Zhang Lingruo nodded lightly, walked to the front of the hall with a few Demonic Sound Sect disciples, looked at the closed door, then waved and took out an extremely gorgeous purple palace, lifted his skirt lightly, and sat down on it.

The remaining Demonic Sound Sect disciples, including the male disciple Lu Zhuo who had just spoken, all stood obediently behind him, looking extremely respectful.

"Zhang Lingruo, it's her!"

"Who is she? Why have I never heard of her?"

"Where did you come from as a casual cultivator? Have you never heard of Zhang Lingruo, the 'Beauty Scorpion' of the Demonic Sound Sect? She is the direct disciple of Huanyin Zhenren, ranked in the Daoji Peak realm, and was used by the Demonic Sound Sect to make alchemy in the previous chapter Thirty thousand mortal men, I heard that she killed most of them with poisonous hands."

"Ah!?" The expression of the casual cultivator who asked the question changed slightly, and he looked at Zhang Lingruo with fear on his face.

Zhang Lingruo seemed to have noticed the casual cultivator's gaze, frowning slightly, and flicked her slender jade hand lightly, and an invisible sound wave echoed out.

The casual cultivator was just at the peak of the Qi Sea. He just came to join in the fun, but suddenly he seemed to have been cast a restraining spell. He kept his expression as before. After a while, his flesh and blood turned into a pool of thick water, and even a piece of thick water appeared. No bones were left.

Liu Yuxuan stepped forward, looked around, and shouted: "Everyone, be quiet!"

Half of these hundreds of people are casual cultivators, and almost all the rest belong to unknown sects.

There are only a few dozen Daoji realms among the small aristocratic families, and most of the others are people from the Qi Sea realm.

At this moment, the Demonic Sound Sect was intimidating the entire audience. Not only did Zhang Lingruo, the genius of Daoji Peak Realm, but also two Daoji Realm disciples, and several elite disciples of Qihai Peak Realm were here, they all said the same thing for a moment, and no one dared to disobey. .

"Senior Brother Zhao, it's so lively here!" Several sword lights came from a distance, and a laugh came from afar.

Hundreds of people here looked towards where the sword lights fell, but they saw four men in green clothes with long swords on their backs.

That "Senior Brother Zhao" was obviously the leader. He glanced at the golden-red hall, and finally his eyes fell on where the Demonic Sound Sect was, and he said coldly: "The people from the Demonic Sound Sect came early, but it's just that they are so far away. There are still at least two days until the Zuo Yuanjun inheritance hall is opened, so what's the use of coming early?"

Zhang Lingruo sat on top of Luan Jia, just waving the silk handkerchief in her hand gently, not even raising her head to look at him.

However, Lu Zhuo looked a little unhappy and said: "Zhao Changhe, Senior Sister Zhang is here, but you are so presumptuous!"

Zhao Changhe sneered, and dozens of blue-white sword lights appeared around him, with the vague power of heaven and earth blessing them. He took one step and flashed to the open space in front of the hall, cutting off all the sword lights around him. Come out and slash towards the people of the Demonic Sound Sect!

"boom!"

A huge purple light shield shrouded the people in the Demon Sound Sect, blocking dozens of ruthless sword lights. The sword lights scattered in all directions, and some sword lights actually flew into the crowd, killing them like tofu. He killed dozens of Qi Sea realm casual cultivators who were unable to dodge.

Zhao Changhe did not pay attention to those casual cultivators and people from small aristocratic families, but looked at Zhang Lingruo and said word by word: "Everyone from the Demonic Sound Sect, please step back ten feet immediately, otherwise don't blame me, the Poyue Sword Sect, for being rude."

The huge purple light mask turned into a small, clear purple-black lotus, and returned to Zhang Lingruo's hand. Zhang Lingruo gently touched the shallow white marks on the lotus, but still did not raise his head, but spoke softly, with a voice like As crisp as a newborn oriole: "Since Senior Brother Zhao has spoken, how dare I disobey."

This voice was so pleasant that many people in the Qi Sea Realm turned red and looked at Zhang Lingruo blankly, as if their souls were attracted by her.

"Step back ten feet." Zhang Lingruo didn't know what method he used, and the gorgeous purple sword under his body flashed, and he stepped back ten feet in an instant.

"Senior Sister Zhang..." Lu Zhuo still seemed a little dissatisfied, but after seeing Zhang Lingruo's cold gaze, he still swallowed his words, waved his hand and led several disciples of the Magic Sound Sect to retreat behind Zhang Lingruo.

Zhao Changhe nodded slightly, put away his sword intent, and said to the people around him: "Everyone, please disperse. This is the inheritance hall of Yuan Shen Realm Yuan Jun, and it is not something you and other casual cultivators and small aristocratic families can covet."

Those from small aristocratic families and casual cultivators looked hesitant, but relied on the Dharma to avoid blaming others.

Still no one retreated, obviously they were all taking a chance.

Liu Yuxuan behind him smiled and said: "Senior Brother Zhao, why bother paying attention to them? If there are really short-sighted people, just kill them."

Zhao Changhe nodded and no longer looked at the casual cultivators. Instead, he and the Poyue Sword Sect walked to a large area in the middle of the temple and occupied it.

"Senior Brother Zhao, do you know which Yuanjun's inheritance hall this is?" Unexpectedly, Zhang Lingruo chuckled, with a voice like an oriole, and his attitude was extremely low.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at Zhang Lingruo's beautiful face. Zhao Changhe said: "I only know that it is the inheritance of a human race Yuanjun, but the specific one is still unknown."

"This is the great power of the Half-Step Dividing God Realm, the inheritance hall of Hanshui Yuanjun," Zhang Lingruo glanced at the golden-red hall, "Master Hanshui Yuanjun is ranked in the Half-step Dividing God. His inheritance is so powerful. It is not comparable to ordinary Yuanshen Realm Yuanjun."

She did not hide her voice deliberately, so many people around her heard her clearly.

"What! Hanshui Yuanjun!"

"How is that possible! Isn't it said that Hanshui Yuanjun has already broken through to the realm of the Distracting Lord and left the Eastern Realm?"

"Master Hanshui Yuanjun is a rare master of the Yuanshen realm among casual cultivators. There has been no news for a long time. Unexpectedly, he died silently!"

The expressions of countless casual cultivators changed greatly, and they looked up at the golden-red hall.

Hanshui Yuanjun is a casual cultivator who was born and raised in the Shanshan realm. His qualifications are only the sixth-level spiritual root. Although he has never joined any sect, he has cultivated to Yuanshen by relying on a volume of water element heart secrets that he accidentally obtained. Jing, who named himself Hanshui Yuanjun, protected a group of casual cultivators.

There were also several Daoji realm casual cultivators who had obviously received favors from Hanshui Yuanjun's disciples. They all looked ugly at this moment, looking straight at the main hall, and hurriedly sent out jade slips to convey this extremely shocking news.

"That's what you say? The Magic Sound Sect is adjacent to my Poyue Sword Sect. We don't know yet. How did you, Zhang Lingruo, know about it?" Liu Yuxuan looked sarcastic, obviously not believing what Zhang Lingruo said.

He shook his head and pointed his slender fingers directly above the golden-red hall: "You stupid pig, look at what's written there."

Liu Yuxuan, who was in the same Daoji realm as her, was scolded by her and became a little embarrassed. He was furious and was about to take action, but was stopped by Zhao Changhe.

"Senior Brother Zhao..." Liu Yuxuan looked unhappy and couldn't calm down.

Zhao Changhe ignored him, but looked at where Zhang Lingruo was pointing. The plaque on it was engraved with the four characters "Datong Water Mansion".

"Junior sister Zhang, I have never mentioned this Datong Water Palace. How did you know that this is the inheritance hall of Hanshui Yuanjun?" Zhao Changhe looked at Zhang Lingruo again, but at this moment, the previous words in his tone disappeared. It has a sharp edge and a hint of asking for advice.