Chapter 264 Killing the Enemy in North City

The last thing to consider is the cultivation of the people around me.

The three girls have wasted three years of precious time. There must be no more things that affect their cultivation, and they must try their best to ensure that they have enough elixirs and spirit stones.

However, this is not a problem in the short term. After all, I have given them enough elixirs to take for ten consecutive years. When Gan Weiwei takes over, I will transfer a few elders to Lindan Peak and let Wang Yan lead them for a month or two. After they get started with the peak affairs, they can be freed from the complicated affairs of the peak.

I have so many spirit stones now. When Master comes out of retreat, I will ask him to refine a few spirit gathering arrays for Tong Xi and the others. Anyway, I can afford it.

Leng Bingqing is naturally indispensable to the people around me, but she is already a disciple of Huo Xiaoyan, the supreme elder of Yunlan Sect. I think she should not lack cultivation resources. Moreover, Leng Bingqing's qualifications are the best among everyone. With the Spirit Eye Ice Flower in hand, she should be able to cultivate very fast. I don't have to worry about her cultivation for the time being.

Finally, Zhan Nianchuan made a rough arrangement for the most important things at the moment:

First, deal with the Mo family in Beicheng two days later and remove Liu Weimao's minions. If Liu Weimao takes action personally, he will be killed on the spot at all costs.

Second, refine the blood essence pill, so that even if he encounters Ye Shuxiao, he can escape with the blood shadow escape and the five elements escape technique.

Third, after Lei Meng comes to Lindan Peak, he will hide his power according to the plan, and at the same time support Gan Weiwei to take charge of Xuantian Sect, let Wang Yan take charge of Yunlong Peak, let Liu Yandan take charge of Qingling Peak, let Lei Meng take charge of Dan Palace, and let Wu Xuepeng, the master of the refining hall, and other peak masters, stay if they can submit to Gan Weiwei, and kill them directly if they don't. As long as the integration is completed, Xuantian Sect will have only one voice.

When everything is completed, you only need to keep a low profile, quietly accumulate strength, and wait for Tong Dachuan to break through the realm and form a pill. At that time, you will be a little more relaxed, and then you can start planning for the next step.

After considering all the matters, Zhan Nianchuan took a middle-grade pill directly, sat on the gathering spirit array and began to practice.

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Two days later, a beam of light rushed out from the sect's formation and shot towards the north.

Zhan Nianchuan stepped on the red flying sword and moved towards the north city at the normal speed of a sixth-level Qi Condensation disciple.

Although his current strength is far beyond that of his peers, Zhan Nianchuan believes that it is not too careful when the opponent is obviously going to attack him and his cultivation level is far beyond his own.

Of course, Zhan Nianchuan believes that it is unlikely to set a trap. After all, in their eyes, he is just a little disciple of the fifth level of Qi Condensation. Most of the time, they will send someone to find him and attack him directly.

Who will come? Zhan Nianchuan guessed silently in his heart.

As Zhan Nianchuan left Xuantian Sect, the news quickly reached Liu Weimao's ears.

"He left Xuantian Sect alone?" Liu Weimao was a little surprised. He didn't expect Zhan Nianchuan to take on this task, and he really went there.

"Yes." The disciple kneeling in front of the palace answered respectfully.

After ordering the disciples to retreat, Liu Weimao's eyes flashed, and then he threw out a Wanli Talisman.

In the air more than a thousand miles away from the North City, Zhan Nianchuan was flying forward.

Suddenly, a cold look appeared on his face, and he stopped in mid-air.

In his perception, more than two miles ahead, there was a young man in black clothes with a fierce look in the air checking and asking the passing monks. Although he let them go after just a few words, Zhan Nianchuan still felt Liu Weimao's strong murderous intention.

Zhan Nianchuan smiled coldly and flew directly towards the young man in black. He wanted to see what tricks the other party was playing.

Soon, the black-clothed youth who was checking the monks entering the North City also found him. When he saw Zhan Nianchuan's face clearly, the black-clothed youth showed a look of surprise, raised his hand and sent out a sound transmission note, then flew over with a laugh:

"Zhan Nianchuan?"

Seeing Zhan Nianchuan's indifferent expression, the disciple at the top of the ninth level of Qi Condensation became angry, and directly sacrificed his long sword, grinning and said:

"Why are you so arrogant? I'll let you know how powerful my senior brother is..."

Before he finished speaking, several fireballs emitting blazing heat and high temperatures hit his chest and abdomen with a piercing whistle. He was so frightened that he quickly swallowed the rest of the sentence and knocked down the fireballs with several swords in succession.

However, he just tried his best to knock the last fireball away, but he despairingly found that Zhan Nianchuan had already arrived beside him, and swung a heavy punch that was enough to split mountains and rocks, hitting the black-clothed youth's face solidly.

With a scream and several teeth flying out, the black-clothed youth was knocked away by Zhan Nianchuan's punch, and fell directly from the air, falling heavily to the ground, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

All this happened in just two or three breaths, and this disciple at the eighth level of Qi Condensation was already seriously injured by Zhan Nianchuan!

Zhan Nianchuan did not mean to leave, but floated down, waving his hands together, and laid a dragon-trapping formation on the ground.

After a cup of tea, Zhan Nianchuan had just finished arranging the formation, and two small black dots appeared in the sky in the distance, and quickly grew larger, and finally fell five feet in front of Zhan Nianchuan.

The leader was a strong man with white beard and white hair, but still vigorous, and it was Bai Tianchi, the master of Yunlong Peak.

He looked at the disciple who was limp and motionless, frowned, and said lightly:

"You have a bad temper, kid, you dare to hurt my disciple."

"So what if I hurt him?" Zhan Nianchuan looked at Bai Tianchi indifferently, "Uncle Bai is here to invite me to tea, right? Besides, you, a disciple, took action as soon as he saw me. , there is no trace of sect kindness.”

Seeing that the visitor was Bai Tianchi, he was a little disappointed, but he also took it for granted. After all, in Liu Weimao's eyes, he was just like a little ant, not worth doing anything himself.

The disciple in black next to him became furious after hearing this, and immediately stepped forward and shouted:

"Boy, if you dare to be disrespectful to my master and hurt my junior brother, you will risk your life..."

As soon as he said this, Zhan Nianchuan stomped his feet hard, and the ground suddenly shook violently. A huge force was immediately transmitted to the disciple's feet through the cracked gap, making him unstable for a while.

And as the ground cracked, dozens of flying needles flew upwards like a rainstorm, shooting hard towards his lower body.

The incident happened suddenly, and the disciple was so frightened that he immediately jumped up and swept his sword downwards, trying to knock down the flying needle.

However, he had just jumped a few feet when he felt the howling wind above his head, and a foot fell from the sky, with a force of nearly a million kilograms, and slammed down on his head.

In despair, this disciple threw out all the talismans in his body and turned them into layers of light curtains above his head, hoping to block Zhan Nianchuan's attack.