Feng Liu's expression changed dramatically, his heart pounding.
Immediately, he was thrown into confusion!
He wanted to flee as soon as possible, but Pan Litian was staring at him intently.
He had almost forgotten that he was facing the former strongest elite of the Clarity Sect. How could such a Dao Sect expert not know Sword Dao?
How could such an expert not have the ability to protect himself?
Pan Litian flew forward with his avatar and energy swords in the air.
Chi, chi, chi!
All the cultivators within the range of the energy swords were cut apart like fruits. Severed limbs fell from the sky.
The cultivators who were far away ran for their lives.
Pan Litian only had eyes for Feng Liu. Wherever Feng Liu retreated, he would chase after him.
An Eight-leaf avatar chasing after a Six-leaf avatar was like an adult chasing after a child!
The more Feng Liu retreated, the more uncomfortable he felt. His eyes were already filled with fear!
Wherever the energy sword went, everything was razed to the ground.
All the trees fell, as if they had been cut into pieces by blades.
"How is this possible?" Feng Liu cried out hoarsely. The Eight-leaf Golden Lotus avatar was looking at him as though he was looking at Pan Litian earlier.
Pan Litian said,
"It's been a long time since I opened my Golden Gourd Gourd … Today, I'll use you to open it!"
Buzz!
The golden gourd shone brightly as it smashed towards Feng Liu.
This scene was like an adult carrying a huge wine barrel and smashing it at a child — —
BOOM!!!
Feng Liu barely had a chance to scream before he was struck by the golden gourd.
A circular pit appeared in front of them.
The red glow on Pan Litian's face faded away at this moment.
The Eight-leaf avatar hovered in the air for a moment before it vanished.
Thump!
He fell from the sky and landed in a deep circular pit.
Everything returned to silence and darkness.
The disciples of the Zhencang Branch who had managed to escape with all their might looked at the dissipating Dharmakaya in disbelief.
But no one dared to approach.
They were already heavily injured. Most of them were killed by Pan Litian's sudden explosion of energy swords. The remaining people were merely remnants of the defeated army.
"Return and report to the sect master. Eldest Senior Brother died in battle against Pan Litian. Pan Litian … burned his dantian's sea of Qi."
"Go!"
The remaining people did not dare to move forward. They all turned around and disappeared into the darkness.
And in the circular pit.
Pan Litian lay quietly for a long time. He wandered the world all year round. The sky was his blanket, and the earth was his bed.
He was already used to resting in such a harsh environment.
Even if he had to burn his dantian's Qi Sea, he wouldn't regret it.
…
In the conference hall of the Zhencang Branch.
Feng Qinghe frowned deeply when he heard the disciples' report.
"Feng Liu is dead?"
He couldn't quite believe it.
"Eldest Senior Brother fought a bloody battle with Pan Litian … Who knew that the old geezer would burn his sea of Qi!"
Feng Qinghe's eyelids kept twitching.
He was so angry that he clenched his fists and his arms trembled.
An elder at the side bowed and said, "Sect Master, the bigger picture is more important. Pan Litian had burned his sea of Qi, which meant he had lost his ability to fight. Hua Wudao was a coward, so he would be held back by the people from the Seven Stars Villa. It was said that Leng Luo was gravely injured in Tangzi Town and was dealt with by the Celestial Master Sect. The talisman seal was the bane of Dao Invisibility, so he escaped. Hengqu, Duanlin, Ruyi, and Pillheart Sect, join forces with us to deal with Old Fiend Ji. "
When he heard this, Feng Qinghe's anger gradually subsided.
Feng Qinghe said, "We can't underestimate the Evil Sky Pavilion's disciples … Although Duanmu Sheng and Mingshi Yin are being suppressed by Old Fiend Ji, they're no pushovers. Moreover, with Si Wuya around, we have to be careful. "
"Si Wuya is the Evil Sky Pavilion's traitor. With Old Fiend Ji's temper, he won't let him go easily. We don't know if Yu Shangrong is dead or alive, so he won't show up. The other disciples won't be able to turn the situation around. "
"What about Yu Zhenghai?"
Feng Qinghe was worried about Yu Zhenghai the most.
At the end of the day, Yu Zhenghai was the Evil Sky Pavilion's first disciple.
On the surface, he was the Evil Sky Pavilion's greatest traitor. However, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the Nether Sect still respected the Evil Sky Pavilion.
The Four Great Protectors had fled when they saw the Evil Sky Pavilion's Master. This was nothing new in the cultivation world.
"Don't worry, sect master … Yu Zhenghai is currently fighting the Imperial family. To make things more difficult for him, the Core Heart Sect has gone to Rouli. "
"Rouli?"
"The Nether Sect won the battle of Liang Province. They killed the Fourth Prince and 2,000 Rouli and Lou Lan elites … The Rouli royals can't wait to tear Yu Zhenghai into pieces," the elder said.
Upon hearing this, Feng Qinghe frowned again.
He said, "The Core Heart Sect is colluding with Rouli … The Other Tribes are Other Tribes, after all. I'm afraid their true goal is to wreak havoc in Great Yan, right? "
"The seven great sects can't back down now. The Hengqu Branch even invited their patriarch out of his cave. Although Feng Liu is dead, he died a worthy death. "
If they did not pay a price, what reason would they have to reap more benefits when they flattened the Evil Sky Pavilion?
Feng Qinghe sighed as well.
"Send someone to the scene of the incident. Find Feng Liu's body and give him a proper burial."
"Understood."
…
Inside the Evil Sky Pavilion's eastern pavilion.
Lu Zhou studied the parchment drawing for some time.
He no longer looked at it.
Instead, he sat down with his legs crossed and studied the Heavenly Writing powers.
Currently, he had mastered four Heavenly Writing powers. The first was the power of speech, a sound technique. The second was the power of muting, an area-of-effect attack. The third was the power of permanent thought, an imitation power. The fourth was the power of immaterial intelligence, a healing power.
He had used the first three powers many times and had a basic understanding of them.
However, he was not too familiar with the fourth Heavenly Writing power. It seemed to be a healing power, but at the same time, it seemed to be a recovery of vitality.
If that was the case, could he show it to the Old Age Pavilion so that they could recover their cultivation bases faster?
While Lu Zhou was lost in his thoughts, Zhao Yue's voice rang from outside.
"Master, there's a letter from Fourth Senior Brother."
"Read it."
Zhao Yue read it aloud, "Master, I've spread the cultivation method of severing my Golden Lotus to many places. Also, I've received news that the Fiend Extermination Alliance has been officially established. Beware of rats … Also, the Duanlin Branch's Patriarch has come out of seclusion … We must be wary of the Patriarchs of the other sects as well. Finally, I've found the Darknet branch. I'll ask Ye Zhixing about it. I'll report to you after I'm done. Yours Sincerely, Mingshi Yin. "
After reading it, Zhao Yue asked, "Master, what do we do now?"
Lu Zhou said indifferently,
"It's time to end the grudge between the Evil Sky Pavilion and the ten great sects."
At this moment, a female disciple walked into the East Pavilion with a flustered look on her face.
"Pavilion Master, Mister Fifth … this is bad, Elder Pan is seriously injured!" the female disciple said.
Zhao Yue was startled and asked, "Seriously injured? What happened? "
"I, I … I don't know either."
At this moment, Lu Zhou walked out of the eastern pavilion with his hands on his back. His expression was calm, but inwardly, he was puzzled.
Of all times, something had to happen now. How could they not feel strange? When he thought about Mingshi Yin's letter, he could not help but think of the seven great sects.
The two bowed at the same time.
"Where is he?"
"Mister Third and Mister Eighth went down the mountain."
Lu Zhou waved his arm. His wizened face seemed calm at first glance, but there was a hint of anger in his eyes.
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