Master Li is dead. The murderer is unknown.


    Yang Xuanyin was on one side and looked at the work of Taihe City beating on Master Li''s body, but his eyes had narrowed.


    It can be seen that Master Li, as a frontline master, didn''t even resist before he died. Even his eyes were full of disbelief.


    Yang Xuan looked for a while and went directly into the wine cellar.


    In the wine cellar, the small square originally storing wanhun wine opened at this time, and the four jars of wanhun wine originally placed in it had long disappeared.


    Yang Xuan had some guesses.


    When he came out of Li''s house, he stood in the air and completely let go of his mind, covering the whole Taihe city in an instant.


    After a while, a strange color appeared in his eyes, and then he flew to the west of the city in an instant.


    On the official road in the west of the city, a man was flying rapidly, with a huge burden behind him.


    It was the man in black who had a secret conversation with Master Li.


    Yang Xuan didn''t bother him, but followed him.


    The man in black flew all the way and didn''t find a murderer behind him.


    After a short time of flying all the way, it had swept out two or three hundred miles. It didn''t stop until it was in a small village.


    The man in black turned and looked behind him and directly entered the village.


    In an ordinary courtyard, the man in black took off his head cover, but he was an old man with an ordinary face.


    After he closed the door and windows, he put the burden on his back on the table, untied it, and revealed the four small wine jars inside, which were the four jars of ten thousand soul wine.


    Looking at the four jars of wine, the man in black showed greed in his eyes. It seemed that what was placed in front of him was not wine at all, but a peerless beauty.


    At this time, Yang Xuan moved in his heart and looked at a place.


    Behind the man in black, a man appeared.


    The man, with a cold face, was wearing black clothes and holding a long sword, staring coldly at the back of the man in black.


    The man in black seemed to feel something and suddenly turned around. After seeing the people behind him, he was stunned, then his face showed strong shock and fear, and even his body was shaking.


    "You are brave enough to intercept the soul power and refine wanhun wine without permission, Zhangjiang." the visitor said coldly, and his tone was full of undisguised killing intention.


    "Master Liu, no... no, it''s not... It''s not me." Zhang Jiang denied with fear on his face.


    Liu Tan Master said coldly, "if it''s you, you''d better keep it for your highness to explain."


    Zhang Jiang''s body shook more violently. He tried his best to turn his head and looked at a woman in green who appeared inexplicably on his side. He made a cluck sound in his neck.


    "Saint... Saint..." he was frightened and fell to the ground.


    Yang Xuan''s eyes fell on the woman in green, looking inexplicable.


    Is this the virgin of the holy mountain?


    He has a trace of doubt.


    The green woman''s face was a little round, with a bit of blush and a smile. She said with a smile: "I''m not your highness, I''m the maid of your highness, my name is Xiaocui and Zhang Jiang. Don''t admit my mistake again."


    Zhang Jiang completely paralyzed, his heart full of fear.


    The east window incident, waiting for him, will be the most severe torture.


    The figure shook. Xiaocui suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Jiang and grabbed his right hand, which he wanted to shoot at his own spirit.


    "What is this?" Xiaocui said with a smile: "the saint wants to see you. If you die, even if our task is not completed, we will be punished."


    Zhang Jiang was completely paralyzed. His brain roared at the thought of the torture he was about to face.


    "Beg... Beg... Cui, grandma Cui, kill... Kill... Me, kill me." Zhang Jiang pleaded.


    "That''s not true!"


    Xiaocui was still smiling, but when she spoke, the cold light flashed. In an instant, blood splashed everywhere. Zhang Jiang''s arms were cut off and fell to the ground.


    Zhang Jiang screamed miserably and fainted in pain.


    Master Liu Tan''s face turned pale and his body trembled slightly.


    From Xiaocui''s hand, there was a trace of black gas. After winding around Zhangjiang''s wound, he stopped his blood.


    "What are you doing?" Xiaocui smiled at the master of the Liu jar. "Take him and the wine. Come with me."


    Master Liu Tan reacted and hurried forward, wrapped up the wanhun wine on the table, picked up Zhang Jiang, who was still in a coma, followed Xiaocui and went out.


    After leaving the village, Xiaocui took the lead in leaving in one direction. Master Liu, carrying wanhun wine and holding Zhang Jiang who had lost his arms, followed, pale and nervous.


    Not long ago, a manor appeared in front. As soon as it was close to the manor, someone greeted it, but it was a female escort in armor.


    "It''s sister Xiaocui!" one shouted, and then stepped back.


    Xiaocui still smiled and took Master Liu directly into the huge manor.


    Yang Xuan scanned the manor. There were about 100 people in the manor, all of whom were women. It seemed that they should be the escort of his highness, the saint of the holy mountain.


    In the middle of the manor, in a main hall, Xiaocui''s smile gathered, knelt respectfully on the ground and said to the top: "Your Highness, Xiaocui fortunately did not fail to catch this Zhang Jiang, but Li Fu has been killed by this Zhang Jiang."


    The curtain hung above the hall. After Xiaocui reported, there was no sound.


    Xiaocui didn''t dare to move and always knelt quietly on the ground.


    After a long time, a cold voice came from the curtain: "send someone to take Zhang Jiang back and throw him into the soul devouring cave. The jar master here broke his arm as a punishment."


    "Yes!" said Xiao Cuigong.


    When the curtain was lifted, two women dressed like Xiaocui came out. After putting up the curtain, a woman sitting inside was exposed.


    Emei is like Dai, with fair skin and eyes like two stars. There are bursts of cold light in a slight blink.


    She was wearing a white skirt. Just sitting there quietly, she had a feeling of overlooking all sentient beings.


    Her eyes were very cold. After looking at Xiaocui who was kneeling on the ground, she continued: "all the people related to this matter will be killed without leaving a living mouth."


    "Yes!" Xiao Cui dared not lift her head.


    "As for you..." the woman paused slightly and then said, "since it''s not your fault, you''ll be given a lighter punishment. When you go back, get a hundred soul sticks."


    "Ah?"


    Xiaocui was shocked and looked blankly at the holy daughter sitting on the chair. She didn''t know why.


    "Why? Didn''t you hear?" said the saint coldly.


    "Xiaocui heard!"


    Xiaocui was pale, knelt on the ground and trembled. "It''s just that Xiaocui doesn''t understand where she made a mistake."


    "Hum!"


    The saint snorted coldly, "I don''t know what you''ve been practicing over the years after being followed here?"


    Then, he looked at Yang Xuan, who showed his figure, and said faintly, "the demon God is coming. It''s far from welcome. Please forgive me."


    "Ah?"


    Xiaocui''s body shook, suddenly turned her head and looked over.


    When Yang Xuan appeared in the hall, Xiaocui suddenly opened her mouth in surprise, her face was incredible, and her eyes were shocked.


    "White... White!" Xiaocui exclaimed.