Qin Feng thought for a while, then returned to the palace halfway to meet Zhao Yuanjin, and proposed to dispatch the guards' personal army to retaliate against the nine hidden sects involved in the assassination tonight. All their industries and strongholds in the Jiangnan area were removed, and as long as they were found, they would not let go, and everyone would kill them.

It is impolite to come but not go. Since these guys have completely broken up with the Chu court under the instigation of the emperor, Qin Feng will no longer worry about anything. Any means of it is nothing more than killing people!

"What the sir said is very much my wish, so let's do it. I will mobilize the troops of the mansion to wait for the sir to dispatch you, and first clean up all the territory around Jinling City." Zhao Yuanjin said decisively.

Tonight's incident also exceeded his tolerance line. After all, it was a king of a country. He was transformed by nine immortals like this. Thousands of personal guards were killed in battle, and nearly half of the masters were lost. Even the superiors with a little temper would not swallow their anger.

Now killing their sects is difficult to destroy the villages on the mountain, but it is okay to kill some of the followers first and collect some interest.

Qin Feng took the military talisman seal back to his house, called Zhao Cheng and Zhu Yuntai to prepare, and also dispatched two thousand of his own guards to let Yun Qijun go out of the city with him.

"...Your disciples suffered a lot this time. I will give you 100,000 taels of silver tomorrow. In addition, you can freely choose 30% of the land and housing industries that were searched for on behalf of Ling Cangshan." Qin Feng said to her.

Yun Qijun, who was originally a little sad, was stunned and his expression suddenly looked much better: "Thank you then."

Although Lingcangshan is a big sect, except for strategic resources such as the town sect classics, all assets are only hundreds of thousands of taels of silver. Therefore, Qin Feng's promise is undoubtedly a rare gift. In comparison, this loss can also be exposed.

Don’t think that cultivators don’t need money. Except for humans and immortals, so many ordinary disciples of the entire sect have to dress and eat and live. No one can really regard money as dirt.

By the way, no matter which world, are there organizations that really don’t need money or resources?

In the hilly area more than 20 miles outside the city, there is a large Taoist temple. Not far away are fertile fields and manor houses.

This is the hidden sect of Wangwu Mountain: Beiming Peak is located in a villa in the south of the Yangtze River. It is usually responsible for intelligence contact, searching for suitable disciples and descendants, making friends with local powerful officials, and taking care of industries such as farms and inns to accumulate wealth and resources for the sect.

In the secret room deep in the Taoist temple, several Taoists bowed respectfully to the dim human-shaped light and shadow above. This was the only incarnation of a human immortal who escaped, and the other eight had been swallowed by the starship.

"...Master, since the plan has failed, I would like to ask for instructions on how to stop the next step." A middle-aged Taoist asked, who was the abbot of the temple master here.

The Immortal Patriarch of Beiming Peak transformed into a silent moment, and said, "That anomaly is too powerful, we can't deal with him for the time being. It's better to withdraw back to the sect first. After tonight, the King of Chu may be unfavorable to you. You can clean up tomorrow and leave here to avoid the limelight. Don't want the less important wealth industry."

"Yes, follow the instructions of the ancestors."

The host agreed and was about to get up to make arrangements when he heard a faint shouting outside the door, a horse's neighing sound came in, his face changed slightly, and an ominous premonition quietly arose in his heart.

A young Taoist priest in white with a panic face rushed in and said in a trembling voice: "Master, the big thing is wrong. There are many soldiers and horses outside, all of them... the official army of Chu."

The owner's face suddenly turned pale, and he recovered after a slowdown. He shouted coldly: "What's the panic? Close the door and ask everyone to evacuate to the secret passage of the backyard immediately, so that they don't delay."

"Yes..." The little Taoist priest ran away.

However, it was too late. With the loud "boom" sound, the tall and thick mountain gate was knocked open and a large group of armored soldiers rushed in.

"Kill all the people inside, don't let go of any!" Qin Fengsenran, who was riding on the horse.

The soldiers agreed in unison and rushed into the group. Several Taoists wanted to come over to question him, but were rushed up by seven or eight long spears, and instantly stabbed through the blood of the big bunch.

For a moment, the Taoist temple screamed repeatedly, mixed with sporadic curses.

Occasionally, a master relied on his strength to try to rush out, but he was stopped by the disciples of Ling Cangshan who were accompanying him. Yun Qijun took action to kill them himself, but none of them were spared.

Not long after, Qin Feng quickly approached the secret room in the backyard surrounded by soldiers, and saw the viewer standing in the door with a sword in his hand, his face a solemn.

"This is the temple of Beiming Peak. If you dare to escort soldiers to loot and kill, aren't you afraid of the thunderous anger of my ancestors?" he said in a deep voice.

During the chaos in the world in all dynasties, even if there were constant wars outside, thousands of miles away from the ground, there were always some unaffected Pure Land, such as Taoist temples and temples all over the world. Due to the protection of the sects behind them, the princes and refugees and rebels would have some concerns, and they would not easily come to the door for no special reasons.

That's why the observer felt that things might have room for improvement. After all, his ancestors are noble and powerful human beings, and they are in supernatural powers. How could these ordinary people compare to?

Qin Feng stared at him coldly and asked, "I remember that a human immortal incarnation ran away from the palace. He must have come here to hide, right? Hand it over and I will spare you this time!"

"presumptuous!"

The master of the temple angrily rebuked: "You are just a mere official in the world, and you dare to speak rudely to my ancestors? Retreat quickly and be at peace, otherwise it will be too late to regret it!"

He had never seen Qin Feng, so he had no idea that the young and overly young nobleman in front of him was that extraordinary person. Even the ancestors were afraid of talking about it, and they were no different from the demons outside the domain.

"Kill!"

Qin Feng was not interested in talking to him and immediately ordered.

Yun Qijun raised his hand and pointed, and a bright thunder fell in the sky. The audience screamed and his body was blasted into pitch black coke on the spot.

A faint sigh sounded, and a Taoist thirty-year-old strode out, but he was unable to rescue him.

"The ancestor of Beiming Peak?"

Qin Feng glanced at him: "Are you finally willing to show up? But how much strength can a mere acquired master's body allow you to exert?"

There is no martial arts master in this Taoist temple, so the immortal was anxious to find a suitable possession object, so he could only choose a second-rate master to make do with it.

"So you're an anomaly?"

The Taoist stared at him and looked at him for a few times: "I really can't do anything to you, but no matter how powerful you are, how can you violate the heavenly way in this world?"

“That’s not something you need to care about,”

Qin Feng said coldly: "If you dare to bully me, no matter who you are, you will have to pay a heavy price. One day, I will kill the Beimingfeng Mountain Gate and destroy all the seedlings of your sect!"

"As for you, stay here forever!"

The Taoist's face changed wildly, his body flew back like lightning, and he was about to take off to escape. He was shot in the air and fired his head first, smashing his headless body to the ground.

A dim human-shaped light and shadow appeared. Before he could make any move, he was swallowed by the invisible vortex in the air and disappeared. With the starship, he could not escape even if he was ten times stronger.

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