At this moment, the whole Cloud Terrace Airspace is full of undercurrents and different people's hearts.
All the monks who survived by chance knew the causes and consequences of the secret realm.
Only Primordial Dao Sect's Qing Xuanzi is still kept in the dark.
He only knew that all his hundreds of disciples were wiped out, but he had no idea what happened in the secret realm.
Myriad Ages Divine Court's Altar God General stands on top of Gilded Cloud Terrace, with most of the violent murderous intent gathered around him. He looks solemn and composed, but in fact he is secretly sneering in his heart.
He raised his hand to signal the twenty or so remaining disciples under his command to line up and stand in line, while he stood with his hands behind his back, quietly observing the situation in the field.
During this trip to the secret realm, Divine Court lost Divine Emperor's Son Wali. The losses were heavy. But after careful calculation, the real loser was Primordial Dao Sect, who all died.
The situation has become clear, and Altar God General's calculations are crackling in his mind.
He only needs to wait for Qing Xuanzi to become angry and angry, and attack Zhou Qi and Primordial Immortal Sect. At that time, Divine Court can take advantage of the situation and reap the benefits. He can not only suppress Taichu with the help of Hongmeng, but also avenge Wali, killing two birds with one stone.
What's more, if Black Crane could be left behind today, it would be a great joy!
On the other side, above Taichu Cloud Terrace, Black Crane has long lost the fairy aura of the past and looks like a calm and indifferent immortal master.
At this time, his brows were furrowed, his brows were covered with a deep sadness, and his heart was extremely anxious.
Qing Xuanzi is about to become furious, and there is no way this matter will be settled easily.
Once Qing Xuanzi completely breaks up, a confrontation or even a war between the two sects is imminent.
It is not advisable to stay here for a long time.
Black Crane's thoughts turned sharply, he made a sudden decision, and suddenly raised his cuffs slightly.
Phew--!
A clear sound of crane Air-Breaking Slash came out, and a trace of paint Black Crane stretched out from the spiritual light in the sleeves, gradually rising with the wind, and in the blink of an eye it grew to a size of dozens of feet.
He planned to take his disciples and quickly evacuate this land of right and wrong before the situation became completely rigid.
But Black Crane's wings had just unfolded when a light but extremely penetrating sound suddenly resounded through the sky, causing the restless airspace to become silent for an instant.
"Black Crane, senior brother, wait for a moment, junior brother has something to ask."
Black Crane's body suddenly stagnated, and he raised his eyes to look at the tall figure of Cloud Terrace standing alone in the east. He felt helpless in his heart, and finally let out a deep sigh.
He raised his hand and made a slight move. Black Crane, who was about to let Air-Breaking Slash escape, instantly restrained his spirituality, folded his wings, and turned into an ink stream of light. In an instant, he retracted into his sleeves and disappeared.
Black Crane turned his head and took a deep look at Zhou Qi who was practicing with his eyes closed. He raised his fingertips slightly. He was about to reprimand him a few words, but he nodded slightly in the air. In the end, he just shook his head bitterly and swallowed back the words.
During this brief period of stagnation, the Cloud Terrace on the east side once again blasted a cold and stern sound, penetrating through the layers of clouds and clearly falling on every corner of the four Cloud Terraces.
"I wonder if any fellow Daoist can explain to Pindao why out of hundreds of the Primordial Dao Sect people, not one of us survives!"
The words sounded calm, but everyone could clearly feel the biting chill inside.
The entire scene suddenly froze, and the sound of the wind stopped suddenly.
Black Crane's complexion changed rapidly, alternating between blue and white, and the embarrassment and solemnity between his eyebrows became more intense.
On the other hand, Zhou Qi, who was at the center of the turmoil, had a calm look on his face, and was still sitting quietly in the corner of Cloud Terrace in Taichu, with his eyes lightly closed and silently adjusting his breath.
It seemed as if the coming raging waves had nothing to do with him.
Black Crane thought about it again and again, and was about to step forward and speak, trying to ease the situation, when a burst of mad laughter suddenly tore through the dead silence and resounded through the sky first.
"Hahaha! Qing Xuanzi Fellow Daoist is still kept in the dark and doesn't know the truth about the secret realm?"
Myriad Ages Divine Court's Altar God General stepped out, Gilded Battle Armor made a hunting sound, his eyes were playful and sinister, and every word was heartbreaking.
"You Primordial Dao Sect were destroyed by hundreds of people, not because of bad luck or because the secret realm was dangerous, but because they were all slaughtered by one person!"
Qing Xuanzi stood above Cloud Terrace in the sky, his robes hanging quietly, his face remained cold, and he asked lightly:
"May I ask who committed the murder?"
Altar God General's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he locked his eyes firmly on Cloud Terrace, Taichu in the north. He paused word by word and shouted in a deep voice:
"Primordial Immortal Sect! Zhou Qi!"
When these words fell to the ground, they were like thunder exploding!
Qing Xuanzi A flash of extremely cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and the dormant murderous intention burst out instantly.
His head slowly turned, his gaze penetrated the layers of clouds and the void, and was fixed on Cloud Terrace, Taichu in the north.
Two lines of sight from the northeast suddenly met across the sky.
Black Crane's eyes were burning, and he came face to face with helplessness in his eyes.
In Qing Xuanzi's eyes, all the gentleness and elegance had long since faded away, and the murderous intent was so strong that it almost turned into reality.
"Qingxuan." Black Crane spoke first, with a hint of exhaustion in his voice, "This has been the rule of the secret realm since ancient times. Killing in the secret realm has no eyes, and the dead and wounded are all in accordance with destiny. I hope my fellow Daoists will learn from it."
Qing Xuanzi's cold eyes were unmoved, and the trace of friendship from the past was gone at this moment.
Spiritual Power flashed under his feet, Shrinking Space to Inches, and his figure instantly crossed hundreds of feet of cloud sea, and in an instant he landed in front of Black Crane, so close to each other.
"Black Crane, senior brother." He lowered his eyes slightly and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Junior brother, I just want an explanation today!"
Face to face confrontation.
I'm not going to be merciful when I take it!
The last bit of sadness in Black Crane's eyes slowly faded away, replaced by a cold and solemn look.
It is true that he and Qing Xuanzi have a friendship, but it involves his own disciples and the sect's face.
There is no way to retreat from this step!
"Qingxuan, go back, don't put me in trouble."
"What if..." Qing Xuanzi's eyes narrowed slightly, the cold light in the narrow eye slits surged, and the invisible murderous aura penetrated in front of Black Crane, locking directly on Zhou Qi who was still sitting quietly and adjusting his breath behind him, the murderous intention was directed towards his heart,
"Why do I insist on asking for this explanation?!"
Black Crane's face was completely cold, as if it were frost, and the terrifying Daoist charm of the Half-Step Great Vehicle Realm around him quietly awakened, and the air was instantly thick and heavy to the extreme.
Just as the two top powerhouses were facing an impasse, a clear and steady voice of a young man suddenly broke the stalemate.
"Uncle Black Crane."
Zhou Qi has finished adjusting the breath, and most of the lost energy and spirit have been restored.
He slowly opened his eyes, without fear of Qing Xuanzi's monstrous murderous intent, and looked directly at the other person with a magnanimous gaze. "Since this senior wants to explain something, then the disciple will personally come forward and discuss it with the senior."
After the words fell, he stood up slowly, swaying lightly, slowly floating into the air with Cloud Terrace spiritual light, and floated away step by step towards the center of the confrontation.
Qing Xuanzi stared hard at the young Primordial Disciple in front of him. The appreciation and gentleness he felt when they first met all disappeared, and a surge of anger shot straight to the top of his head, almost destroying his sanity.
"What a daring junior!" Qing Xuanzi's voice trembled, full of resentment.
"Nearly a hundred members of my Hongmeng sect have perished at your hands! Even my direct disciple Yun Shu has shown kindness to you many times. How dare you be so ambitious and kill him?!"
He was scolded at first, but Zhou Qi looked indifferent and did not panic at all when facing doubts.
"You don't know the whole truth, I can tell you!"
"But if you come up with a big label, then it's your fault!" Zhou Qi said in a cold voice.
"What are the causes and consequences? You can judge after I finish telling you!"