On the shore, Zhou Ruoxu frowned and looked at the cloth in his hand, then suddenly asked: "Elder Tong, did you find it like this?" Tong Guchun was stunned by the question, and subconsciously said: "Yes, it's in the grass on the ground." "Something's wrong, Sect Master, the traces in this place have been cleaned up so cleanly, there's no reason to leave such an obvious thing." Elder Huang next to him immediately reminded him. "Yes, it's true." Zhou Ruoxu nodded slowly, stroking the cloth in his hand, and continued: "Take it back and let the people from the Supervisory Department take a look. It's good enough to find clues." But at this moment, Li Baozheng suddenly said:
"Sect Master, I always have a feeling that this matter is related to the Chaos God Cult!" "The Chaos God Cult?" As soon as this was said, the faces of several people around were startled, and Zhou Ruoxu asked: "Did Elder Li find anything?" "That's not the case, but I think framing others is the ability of the Chaos God Cult, isn't it?" Ding Yi said with a smile. Real or fake, true or false, lies themselves are not terrible, what is terrible is the truth mixed with lies, Ding Yi is very clear about this. "This..." Sure enough, Zhou Ruoxu did not continue to speak, but it was obvious that he felt that Ding Yi's words were right. "Even if it is the Chaos God Sect, this Baiyun Temple must have had contact with them, otherwise, with so many foreign evil spirits, why did the Chaos God Sect choose Baiyun Temple?" Tong Guchun shouted hurriedly on the side. Chaos! Chaos! Hehehe! Ding Yi looked at Tong Guchun's expression and knew that he was convinced of his discovery. He couldn't help but laugh in his heart, but nodded with deep sympathy on his face. "What Elder Tong said makes sense." "This... Forget it, take the wooden board and things, and search again. If there is no clue, return!" Zhou Ruoxu thought for a while, and then gave an order. They are just marginal personnel. As long as they find clues on this trip, it will be fine. The real decisive factor still depends on the people above. Several people then dispersed and continued to search for a while, but unfortunately they did not find anything this time, so they could only take a small boat and return to the ferry. On the big boat in the middle of the lake, Ding Zheng was sitting on a wooden bench in the cabin, listening to the report of his men.
"Boss, they are gone." Ding Xiu nodded immediately after hearing this, and said: "These warriors are unreliable, go and see if there are any traces below." "Yes!" The messenger took the order and immediately walked out of the cabin, led a few messengers and jumped into the water, presumably to go underwater to investigate. Ding Xiu himself was looking at a piece of water grass in his hand, and he didn't know what he was thinking. On the other hand, it was the next morning when Ding Yi returned to Baihe City. As soon as he arrived at the Wanxiang Gate's station, Zhou Ruoxu took the things that everyone found and hurried out, obviously to report to Fu Lousheng. As for Ding Yi, he returned to his room and thought about the next countermeasures. It can be seen that with the chaos of the Chaos God Cult, this marriage is probably going to fail. In addition, the Baiyun Temple in the south is eyeing it covetously. If there is another change in Yizhou in the north, Ding Yi feels that Qingzhou is very close to the day of chaos. Ding Yi understands that once the reality that he absorbs evil spirits is discovered by these disaster stars, he will become the enemy of the Tianxia Shen Palace. If you want to live a completely stable life, there is only one way, that is to destroy all the disaster stars and let this place return to the era of warriors. Therefore, reshaping the world is Ding Yi’s goal at the moment, and the spark of this goal will start from Qingzhou! Thinking of this, Ding Yi pulled open his sleeves and revealed the nightingale wrapped around his arm. The next moment, Ding Yi pressed one hand on the nightingale and operated the evil spirit. But this time, he did not absorb the life span, but chose to use the Taiping Evil on the nightingale to improve his martial arts realm. After all, he had just entered the Yuanqiao at this moment, and he had only barely refined the essence of half of the acupoints. If calculated at this speed, it would take many years to refine all 99 acupoints. And this is the speed of practicing with the method of worshiping gods. If he had the qualifications of a warrior, he would probably stay in this realm for the rest of his life. Three days later, Taiping Palace, Luosheng Pavilion. A man in a long robe and with a sloppy beard sat on the wooden board in front of the attic with his cheek in his hand, staring blankly at the scenery in front. The attic was very high, and the floor where the man was located was about ten meters above the ground, only the middle floor of the attic. Behind him, several figures knelt there and dared not move. Even if you looked carefully, you could find that their bodies were trembling slightly. "So, everyone is dead?" Master Fu Liu scratched his armpit with his hand, then put it under his nose and sniffed it, and immediately showed a look of disgust on his face, and asked at the same time. "Yes, sir, a letter came from Yin Yang Palace, saying that, saying that Lord Liu and his group...all disappeared." The person behind him spoke tremblingly, and you could tell without looking that he was shaking all over.
"Ah, my beauty!" Master Fu Liu scratched his ears with his hands and said with some annoyance: "Without the beauty, how can I refine this magic weapon!?" "Damn it, damn it, Sun Qiao'er is a royal family with noble blood. I spent a lot of money to convince Yin Yang Palace. No, no." "Wang Yuan! Wang Yuan!!" Master Fuliu raised his voice at the end. As soon as he finished speaking, the entire small attic trembled slightly, and then everyone heard dull footsteps coming from behind. "Crunch, crunch, crunch!" The wooden boards on the attic were a little overwhelmed and made a crisp tearing sound. Then a tall figure squeezed through the crowd and came to stand behind Master Fuliu. "grown ups." Wang Yuan made a faint sound. This man's three-meter-tall body made him look like a hill standing in front of everyone. Most of the sunlight shining into the attic from outside the door was blocked by his body, which plunged the entire attic into darkness. What's even more horrifying is the long gun this man is carrying behind his back. The spear is all white, and the barrel is about as thick as the mouth of a bowl. But the most eye-catching thing is the slightly undulating veins and blood film on the barrel, which makes the spear look like a living thing. "Bring the people back." Master Fuliu yawned and said slowly. "yes." Wang Yuanweng agreed angrily, and then walked towards the railing outside the room. When he came to the railing, Wang Yuan jumped, and his huge body fell down like a boulder, which stunned Master Fuliu next to him. "Don't destroy my flowers and plants!!" Before he finished speaking, there was a loud noise from below the attic. "Damn, this lunatic." Master Fuliu covered his face, feeling helpless. But there is no way, as long as Wang Yuan is gone, all problems will not be a problem.