The next morning.

After breakfast, Yan Xin followed his master Chu Suibo to Zangjian Villa.

Also accompanying him are Elder Zhou and Li Zhengkai, the clan of the Li clan of Longxi.

Except for Yan Xin, all three are masters in the anti-virtual realm.

Originally, Yan Xin had a little worried that if he would be retaliated against by the disillusioned Taoist heir to die at his own hands.

Although only the upper classes of several major sects know the truth, the Disillusionment Dao is one of the nine evil paths, and its strength is unfathomable. Dark sons are everywhere in the world, and intelligence may not be impossible.

Now, with three masters in the anti-virtual realm, I am afraid that only the disillusioned Taoist master Kumara himself can hurt himself!

Yan Xin thought secretly that it was said that the Lord of the Disillusioned Dao Dao, Kumara, saw the head but not the tail, and no one knew whether he had realized the Dharma image. What can be confirmed is that he had turned into a perfect and half-step Dharma image ten years ago.

That was also the only time he took action in ten years.

Outside the East China Sea Secret Realm, holding the magic weapon, the Sword of Destruction, fought with the Dragon Palace Lord Peng Yuyan, and finally lost to Peng Yuyan and fled.

Although Kumara was seriously injured, it was already amazing to escape from Peng Yuyan, who had attained the Heavenly Dragon Dharma and ranked fifth in the Gods and Demons List.

There was nothing to say along the way, and the three elders were closing their eyes to rest. Yan Xin naturally did not dare to disturb them, so he simply continued to meditate and condensed the acupoints.

The four of them rode the carriage from the last time they went to the Little Secret Realm.

The gorgeously decorated black carriage has huge space inside, and the four of them don’t feel crowded at all when they stay inside.

The horse pulling the cart is obviously not an ordinary person, with its fast foot strength, making the cart as strong as it is.

What makes Yan Xin feel the most amazing is the carriage's shock absorbing system.

The four of them sat inside, unable to feel a trace of bumps along the way, which was why Yan Xin could practice with peace of mind.

The destination of the carriage is Yangcheng, Luozhou, only a few hundred miles away from Weicheng. Under the speeding of the strange horse, the four of them set off in the morning and arrived at their destination in the evening.

The Zangjian Villa Sect’s residence is not in Yangcheng, but on the edge of the Rang River outside Yangcheng.

At this time, the sun was about to set.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the carriage walked past the tall Yangcheng walls, and then drove along the Han River to the entrance of a manor.

There is a strange stone at the gate of the manor, with four big characters from the Tibetan Sword Villa engraved on it.

Yan Xin looked over at the sight and felt that the four big characters were strong and vigorous, and they were full of joy. After looking at them carefully, each stroke and every stroke looked like a sword technique, hidden countless changes, and their shrinkage was solemn, like the bend of a ruler, and even the danger was as strong as a cunning rabbit.

After a little longer, Yan Xin's head became dazed, as if he was about to be sucked in by a black hole.

Chu Suibo, beside him, suddenly reached out and patted Yan Xin on the shoulder. Yan Xin came to his senses and felt shocked. Just a glance at the words, he almost suffered a loss of mind. This world is indeed magical!

"These four words were engraved by the founding ancestor of the Zangjian Villa," Chu Suibo showed a hint of kindness, "Your realm is not enough, you can't read it for a long time."

"With your realm as a master, you should be able to observe easily!" Yan Xin said enviously. The four big characters looked like a swordsmanship picture. If he could also observe carefully, he might be able to understand a move and a half of his moves!

Chu Suibo's face stuttered slightly.

"Hahaha!" Li Zhengkai on the opposite side laughed, "Your master dare not look at it even more."

"Why is this?" Yan Xin was puzzled.

"The ancestor of Zangjian Villa has great magical skills and cannot be understood. When he carved these four characters, he brought a hint of artistic conception." Chu Suibo explained, "The more advanced his cultivation, the more he can feel the artistic conception between the characters and be influenced by it. On the contrary, those with lower cultivation will be less affected by it."

"So that's it." Yan Xin couldn't imagine what level the cultivation level of this ancestor of Cangjian Villa had reached. He just wrote a few words casually, and even the masters of the anti-virtual realm did not dare to read it too much.

At this moment, the clerk who had been waiting at the door came over and led the four people into the village, leaving the carriage outside.

The Zangjian Villa was large inhabited, but there were smoke. Yan Xin and others walked all the way and finally came to the main hall. There were almost no other people on the way.

I have long heard that there are not many disciples of each generation of Zangjian Villa, and now it seems that this is true.

Yan Xin followed his master Chu Suibo into the main hall, and three men were waiting for the battle.

The middle-aged man in the left hand was majestic and graceful, while the middle-aged man in the right hand was a childish face and a serious expression.

What made Yan Xin a little strange was that the middle-aged man in the middle looked ordinary, dressed ordinaryly, and had no trace of temperament.

If he hadn't been sitting in the front position, Yan Xin might have subconsciously ignored him.

But because of this, Yan Xin looked at him even more sideways and thought to himself that this person is the old man of Tibetan Sword? It just looks like he is not as old as he is! On the contrary, the person in the right head is more age-like in line with the title of the old man of Tibetan Sword.

Sure enough, after Chu Suibo and the other two came in, they saluted to the head of the head and said, "I have met the owner of the manor!"

It's really a must-see! Yan Xin looked at the owner of the manor secretly and thought to himself that it was true that ordinary people were the strongest.

"I already know your purpose. Let me see Jian Baer's corpse." The old man Zang Jian said in a brief manner.

Zangjian Villa talks about the word "hidden". Not only should the sword be hidden, but even the name must be hidden. Except for the owner of each generation who is called Zangjian Old Man, other disciples take sword as their surname and are named after their seniority.

For example, the middle-aged man with extraordinary demeanor in the left hand of the old man Zangjian was the disciple of the old man Zangjian, the master of the son of disillusionment, and the Jian Qiyi, who was responsible for the big and small things in the villa during the retreatment of the old man Zangjian.

The head of the old man Tibetan sword is his junior brother, the head of the law enforcement hall, Jian Liusan.

Jian Ba ​​Er is the name of the Son of Disillusionment in Zangjian Villa, and the eighth generation disciple of Zangjian Villa ranks second.

"That's the intention." Elder Zhou waved his hand, and the light of the Qiankun Ring on his ring finger flashed away, and the body of the Disillusioned Son appeared on the floor out of thin air.

Jian Liusan and Jian Qiyi stepped forward at the same time and leaned over to check the body.

After a while, the two looked at each other and shook their heads slightly. Jian Liusan said in a deep voice: "There is no trace of the illusion inside and outside the body. I wonder how you are sure that Jian Baer is the illusionary son of the illusionary Tao?"

Faced with the doubts of Jian Liusan, the head of the Law Enforcement Hall, the elder Zhou took a step forward and said: "Everything that happened in the secret realm has been told to Pi Zhuang. The three of them participated in the whole process. The identity of the son of disillusionment was something they saw with their own eyes and heard with their own ears, so naturally they could not do it."

"It's just your own words," Jian Qiyi said with a frown, "It doesn't seem credible to me."

As soon as this statement was said, except for Yan Xin looking at the nose and nose, the other three showed unhappiness.

"Jian Qiyi, what do you mean? Could it be that we all joined forces to deceive you?" Li Zhengkai's voice suddenly increased, and he was obviously a little angry.

"Brother Li, don't be in a hurry," Chu Suibo waved at Li Zhengkai, signaling him to calm down, and then said to Jian Qiyi: "It's not a matter of one or two days for us to wait for the Ninth Sect to get along. It's just that this time the matter is important. Six outstanding disciples of our eight Sects died, so we came to Zangjian Villa. One is to reveal the truth and the other is to give everyone an explanation."

Jian Qiyi was about to speak, but the old man Zang Jian, who was originally sitting on the chair, suddenly moved, and his body instantly appeared in the center of the venue, and his left ring finger slowly fell into the void!

Yan Xin felt suffocated instantly, and the air seemed to be invisible pressure, squeezed from all directions, and his whole body suddenly seemed like an insect soaked in amber, unable to move even a finger.

Only involuntarily thought about it in his head, could the old man Zangjian choose to kill people and destroy corpses in order not to take responsibility?
Chapter completed!