After the seven sect leaders completed their inspection, the room fell into a brief silence.
Chen Tianyuan spoke first and glanced at the other six people:
"Everyone, it is certain that Qi Zhen has practiced magic skills. Iron River Gang is definitely not the only one."
"Amitabha."
Ku Du slowly moved the rosary beads in his hand, and a rare stern look flashed through his half-opened and half-closed eyes.
"The harm caused by demonic power will cause endless disasters. If left unchecked, Qingyang Prefecture will never have peace."
Lei Pojun said in a deep voice:
"Qi Zhen, as the leader of the gang, is still practicing magic skills. Then Yan Wuji's breakthrough as a master, I'm afraid it has something to do with it."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the six people in the room were stern.
Xie Changkong frowned and said slowly:
"If Yan Wuji really breaks through the master with magic power, then Iron River Gang is not an ordinary force, but a demon cave."
Shen Tinglan's voice is deep, but the words are clear:
"A master who practices magic skills must not let it go, otherwise there will be endless troubles."
Hua Nishang The usual smile at the corner of his mouth completely disappeared, replaced by a coldness:
"If we don't eradicate it while it's still young, and Iron River Gang will have a few more magic masters, Seven Sects will be in danger of overthrowing."
Ling Wuyuan stood with his hands behind his hands. There was no emotion in his deep eyes. He just nodded slowly to express his attitude.
"That's it."
Chen Tianyuan glanced at the six people.
"Seven Sects join forces to destroy Iron River Gang. Do you still have any objections?"
"I agree."
"I agree too."
The other six people expressed their opinions one after another.
"Qi Zhen has been missing for two days."
Xie Changkong said.
"Iron River Gang, I'm afraid they've noticed it and must act as soon as possible."
"Not bad."
Shen Tinglan answered, his voice a little more urgent.
"If Yan Wuji senses that something is wrong, it is very likely that he will escape with his core troops. It will be very difficult to encircle and suppress them."
"Don't give them a chance to react."
Lei Pojun gripped the hilt of the knife at his waist, his rough face full of killing intent.
"We must take action immediately."
Chen Tianyuan nodded slightly, took out a small jade charm from his sleeve, and Internal Qi vomited slightly on his fingertips.
The jade talisman glowed faintly and then disappeared.
Almost at the same time, six people, Ku Du, Lei Pojun, Xie Changkong, Shen Tinglan, Hua Nishang, and Ling Wuyuan, each took out a jade charm and activated it with Internal Qi.
This is something similar to Divine Speed Jade Talisman obtained by Fang Han. It is extremely rare and can only be refined by masters and can transmit messages over long distances.
Following the order issued by Seven Sects, an unprecedented encirclement and suppression operation began.
Three hundred miles north of Prefecture City, there is a mine belonging to Iron River Gang, where Iron River Gang masters are stationed all year round.
The mine is built against the mountain, and is surrounded by a simple wall made of thick wooden fences. The entrances of several mine tunnels are dark and open, and miners push mine carts in and out from time to time.
More than a dozen Vajra Temple monks appeared here.
They filed out of the forest with steady steps, and the swords in their hands glowed with a cold luster in the morning light.
The first person is thin and has a pale face. He is Vajra Temple First Grade Elder Ku Ming.
He clasped his hands together, recited a Buddhist chant in a low voice, then raised his right hand and waved it gently.
More than ten figures rushed out at the same time, climbed over the fence silently, and disappeared into the mine.
Screams sounded after a moment.
The first scream was short and sharp, and was immediately swallowed up by the muffled sound of a weapon piercing flesh.
Then came the second, third... screams one after another, mixed with the noise of broken tables and chairs, smashed pots, and several hoarse, frightened roars.
"Enemy attack--!"
The voice of a Iron River Gang stationed at Deacon stopped abruptly as soon as it came out.
Ku Ming stood outside the mine gate, his gray monk's robes fluttering slightly in the morning breeze, and his rosary beads slowly moving in his hand.
His face was as calm as water, as if the screams were just the wind blowing through the bamboo trees in the forest.
In about the time it took for a stick of incense to be burned, the commotion in the mine gradually subsided.
A monk rushed out of the mine and landed in front of Ku Ming. He clasped his hands together and lowered his head:
"Ku Ming Elder, a total of forty-seven people from the Iron River Gang in the mine have been killed. Iron River Gang Elder who is stationed here..."
He paused, and his voice became a little more solemn.
"Before dying, an extremely violent blood burst out from the body Internal Qi, which is consistent with the characteristics of the magic power mentioned by the abbot."
"It is indeed a magic power!"
Ku Ming paused slightly with the rosary in his hand and said solemnly.
Five hundred miles southwest of Prefecture City, there is a medicinal field belonging to Iron River Gang.
The medicinal field is built along the mountain, with layers of terraced fields spreading from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, filled with all kinds of rare medicinal materials.
Wooden houses are scattered among the terraced fields, guarding the entire medicinal field.
Tyrant Blade Sect First Grade Elder Lei Luo came here with more than thirty Tyrant Blade Sect Elder, Deacon and elite disciples.
Wearing black attire and long knives hanging from their waists, they looked like a group of silent cheetahs in the morning mist.
Tyrant Blade Sect Elder Lei Luo did not sneak in quietly like Ku Ming. He drew his sword out of its sheath, and the broad-bladed sword glowed with a dazzling cold light in the morning light.
"Kill."
He only said one word.
More than thirty black figures flashed out at the same time, their swords shining like swords, creating streaks of cold light in the morning mist.
The two Iron River Gang disciples who were guarding the outside of the medicine field didn't even have time to say anything before they were killed with a knife.
Blood splashed on the emerald green medicinal field, dyeing the rare medicinal materials dark red.
Lei Luo strode straight towards the largest wooden house deep in the medicine field.
The wooden door was smashed to pieces by his kick, and wood chips flew into the air. A figure swept out of the house, with both palms coming out. The dark palm prints were carried by the cold wind, and went straight to the door in front of Lei Luo.
Lei Luo does not dodge or dodge, slashing across with a broad-edged giant sword.
The sword light collided with the palm print, and a dull loud noise erupted. The figure grunted, staggered back, and the tiger's mouth of his right hand burst open, dripping with blood.
He raised his head, revealing a pale middle-aged face, it was Iron River Gang who was stationed here Second Grade Elder.
"Tyrant Blade Sect..."
He gritted his teeth and his voice was hoarse.
"Why did you attack me Iron River Gang? Aren't you afraid that I would make Supreme Elder angry?"
Lei Luo didn't answer, and the broad-bladed sword slashed out again.
This knife is faster and harder.
Second Grade Elder was unable to avoid it, so he had to use both palms to block again, trying his best to block.
But his cultivation level is only at the early stage of Second Grade. In front of this First Grade warrior Lei Luo, he is like a mantis trying to use his arm as a chariot.
The light of the sword broke open the palm print and struck him hard on the chest.
"Pfft--!"
Blood spurted out wildly, and Second Grade Elder's body flew backwards, crashed through the back wall of the wooden house, and hit the ridge of the medicine field heavily.
He struggled to get up, but the magic power in his body was completely out of control at this critical moment of life and death.
A violent blood Internal Qi burst out from his body, tearing his robe apart, revealing the dry skin underneath covered with dark red lines.
As a shortcut, magic power naturally has side effects. Not only is the spirit easily affected, but it is also extremely easy to go astray during practice and combat.
Now, stimulated by the battle, his magic power is out of control.
"It is indeed a magic power."
Lei Luo frowned slightly, raised the broad-bladed sword again, and the sword light fell, killing Second Grade Elder who was practicing magic.
Eight hundred miles east of Prefecture City, this is a city that Iron River Gang is responsible for.
Lingyun Sword Sect First Grade Elder Xie Ming, standing under an ancient tree outside Fang City with his hands behind his back, his moon-white robe fluttering slightly in the morning breeze.
Behind him, more than thirty Lingyun Sword Sect Elder, Deacon disciples stood solemnly, with long swords hanging on their waists and fierce auras.
"Do it!"
Xie Ming waved his hand, and more than thirty disciples of the Lingyun Sword Sect Elder, Deacon rushed into the city.
The city suddenly fell into chaos.
The sounds of clashing weapons, explosive bursts of energy, screams, and roars intertwined together and echoed in the morning light.
From time to time, a figure flew out from the city and hit the street, blood splattered, and there was no sound again.
After a stick of incense, a Lingyun Sword Sect Elder swept out from the city, landed in front of Xie Ming, cupped his hands and said:
"Thank you Elder. There are a total of sixty-three members of the Iron River Gang in Fang City. They have all been executed. Iron River Gang Elder who was stationed here... activated the magic power before he died."
Xie Ming frowned slightly and was silent for a moment before speaking slowly.
"Are you sure it's magic power?"
"Confirm."
Elder nodded with a firm voice.
"After Elder activated his magic power, Internal Qi turned bloody, and his aura surged. I teamed up with several Elder to kill him."
Xie Ming nodded slightly and said nothing more.
He raised his head and looked in the direction of Iron River Gang. There was a hint of coldness in his warm eyes.
"The Demon Kung Sect can't stay."
The fourth branch, the fifth branch, the sixth branch...
Seven Sects's masters worked separately on Qingyang Prefecture's territory and demolished Iron River Gang's various industries in the county one by one.
In every branch that was encircled and suppressed, there were warriors practicing magic skills.
Some use magic power to increase their strength and try to break out of the encirclement.
Some lose control at the critical moment of life and death, and their magic power breaks out on their own.
Others are mentally abnormal. Instead of running away, they fight frantically.
Without exception, all demonic powers were exposed.
Messages are transmitted rapidly between Seven Sects.
"In the eastern mine, stationed Elder has confirmed that he is practicing magic skills."
"Northern medicine field, stationed at Elder has confirmed that he is practicing magic."
"Xifang City, stationed at Elder has confirmed that he is practicing magic skills."
One piece of news, like a huge stone, is thrown into the hearts of Seven Sects senior executives, causing ripples.
Iron River Gang, this force that was born not long ago and has a master at its command is indeed a deeply hidden magic sect.
At the same time that the Iron River Gang branch in the county was under siege, hundreds of people showed up at Iron River Gang.
There are three leaders.
One person is Azure Profound Sect Grandmaster Gu Changqing. He is dressed in a dark blue robe, standing with his hands behind his back, his hair tied with a wooden hairpin, and his face is clear.
There is no aura exposed around him, as if he is integrated with the world.
The other two people are Tyrant Blade Sect Grandmaster Lei Lie and Rain Listening Tower Grandmaster Silence.
Lei Lie has a burly figure, a strong back and a strong waist. He wears a sleeveless black short coat, revealing two arms that are thicker than an ordinary person's waist.
Behind his back was a huge knife that looked like a door panel. The blade was as black as ink and glowed with a cold sheen.
He stood there like an iron tower, exuding a domineering aura.
Shen Mo was wearing a blue-grey robe, with an old sword hanging from his waist. He had an ordinary face and no sense of existence.
But if you look closely, you can find that the position where he stands is exactly the gap where the breaths of Gu Changqing and Lei Lie intersect, as if he can blend into this world at any time, and disappear from this world at any time.
Behind the three masters are hundreds of masters from Seven Sects.
Wearing various costumes, they stood solemnly, with a solemn aura and murderous intent.
There were more than a hundred people, but no one spoke.
There is only the sound of the river breeze blowing by, the sound of hunting clothes fluttering, and the sound of distant waves lapping at the shore.