Chapter 239 surfaced

  Under the siege of so many people, the two foundation cultivators persisted for only a short while before the defensive spirit weapon was broken.

   A group of poisonous bees swarmed up and climbed on them. After a few injections, the two monks fell to the ground stiffly.

  Wang Hong walked over, fed each of them an antidote, and punched their dantian twice to disperse the magic power in their bodies.

  Wang Hong squatted down and took off the grimace masks on their faces.

"It's you?"

  Wang Hong not only knew this mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, but also helped him in the same boat, fought side by side, and fought against powerful enemies.

   This person was on the same airship as Wang Hong before, and was besieged by hundreds of thousands of flying monsters, and was rescued by luck.

  As for the other early foundation-building cultivator, Wang Hong didn't know him, and he didn't have any impression. He was probably new to Boundary City.

  In the first batch of more than 3,000 foundation-building monks, even if they didn't have close friends, they at least knew each other a little bit.

   "Fellow Daoist Wang, I'm sorry, we each have our own masters, and I personally don't want to be an enemy of Fellow Daoist.

   I just didn’t expect that Daoyou Wang would be so secretive, we were all deceived by appearances. "

  In his impression, Wang Hong is easy-going, highly skilled in alchemy, and loves food. He once roasted monster meat for everyone on a flying boat, and drank and ate meat with everyone.

  If it is not a last resort, he would rather be friends with Wang Hong.

   "Fellow Daoist Wang, can you give me another pleasure for the sake of the past friendship?" said the monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment.

   "Of course there is no problem with this. I just hope that fellow Taoists can also look at the old friendship and tell me who is behind this time and some other relevant information."

  Wang Hong seemed to agree straightforwardly, implying that he should be informed of this information, otherwise, it would be impossible to die happily.

  You have come to kill me, and I still want to talk to you about friendship?

  The mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator thought for a while, then nodded, and said, "Yes, what do you want to know?"

  He also wanted to understand, anyway, his life is not long, so what does it matter to him whether he tells these secrets or not?

  He didn't really want to come this time, but under pressure and as a last resort, he participated in this mission, but he didn't expect to be defeated.

   "I want to know who is behind the scenes this time?" Seeing that the other party agreed, Wang Hong asked bluntly.

   "Since Fellow Daoist wants to know, it doesn't matter if I tell you.

  Fellow Daoist, have you ever heard of the Qi clan in the Beast Spirit Sect? "

   "As for the Qi family, I have heard about it."

  Wang Hong is no longer a rookie who has just entered the world of cultivating immortals. He also knows a little about the internal situation of the major sects in the world of cultivating immortals.

  The Qi clan has three golden elixirs, and the head of the Qi clan, the golden elixir Dzogchen, is said to be very hopeful to advance to the Nascent Soul stage.

  In addition to this Jindan Dzogchen monk, the Qi clan also has a Jindan middle-stage monk and a Jindan early-stage monk.

  As for the foundation building period, there are at least several hundred monks attached to the Qi family.

  Therefore, in the Beast Spirit Sect, as long as the Yuanying Patriarch does not come out, the Qi clan can be said to be able to cover the sky with one hand.

   "Yan Xianghe, you are so courageous! If you dare to betray my master, aren't you afraid of being sucked out of your soul?"

  At this time, another early-stage foundation-building monk saw that Yan Xianghe really dared to betray him, and was furious, so he yelled loudly from the sidelines.

   "In the current situation, do you think you still have a way out, anyway, you will die, why am I afraid of him?

  Fellow Daoist Wang, this yelling and outrageous fellow Daoist is surnamed Qi, and he is the named disciple of that Jindan early-stage monk of the Qi family.

  I don't know much about the specific reason for this attack and killing fellow daoist, he knows the inside story best. "

  Yan Xianghe said coldly that because of the Qi family, he has fallen into the current situation, and his resentment towards the Qi family will naturally not be small.

  After what he said, Wang Hong would definitely not let this monk surnamed Qi feel better, and would definitely torture him carefully.

   "Yan Xianghe, you must die! And you, Wang Hong, if you dare to kill me, Master will definitely not let you go. The world is so big that there will be no place for you.

  You'd better release me right away, and then follow me to meet my master at the Beast Spirit Gate, make amends in person, and I will say a few words for you, maybe it can be resolved. "

  The monk surnamed Qi still didn't give up, holding a sliver of hope, he threatened Wang Hong first, seemingly naively, and then said seductively, as long as there is a chance, who would close their eyes and wait for death?

   "Fellow Daoist Wang must not listen to this statement. The three Jindan cultivators of the Qi Clan are all small-minded, and they will surely repay their grievances. If you really go, you will have to peel the skin and tear apart the bones and refine your soul."

  Yan Xianghe hurriedly persuaded him that if Wang Hong really believed the nonsense of monk surnamed Qi, as a traitor, he would definitely be handed over to monk Qi's golden core. The consequences were unimaginable and a hundred times more terrifying than death.

  Of course Wang Hong would not listen to such nonsense, it is not his style to be wronged.

   "Of course I don't believe in such naive persuasion, so I ask Fellow Daoist Yan to tell you what you know."

   Then Yan Xianghe honestly explained the ins and outs of this time. As a peripheral dependent, he really doesn't know much.

  When he said that he and the elder brother were going to be beheaded, because the elder brother had already left here, he was the only target left.

  Wang Hong had already guessed at this time that a certain member of the Qi clan should be the patron who hired the shadow killer.

  After Yan Xianghe confessed honestly, he looked at Wang Hong with hope in his eyes. After so long, he naturally hoped that Wang Hong would let him live.

  Wang Hong's eyes looked at Wen Lan, who was still unconscious, and the already cold corpse. Both of them were folded in Yan Xianghe's hands.

  If this person is spared, how will Wang Hong explain to Wen Lan, how to explain to his dead subordinates, how to explain to all his subordinates, and how to convince them in the future.

  Wang Hong glanced at Yan Xianghe, then at the remaining eight subordinates, and said softly, "Give him a good time!"

  After hearing this, Yan Xianghe's eyes, which were still somewhat bright, instantly turned gray, and he collapsed to the ground.

   "Hahaha! Yan Xianghe, you've said so much, it's not the same, you can't escape death! Hahaha..."

   Seeing this, the monk surnamed Qi laughed and sarcastically, but was punched in the face by one of Wang Hong's men, and a few teeth flew out.

   Without any resistance, Yan Xianghe's head was crushed by the palm of one of Zhuji's men, and his body was also burned to ashes.

  Wang Hong arranged for Yin Ze to buy back a high-quality coffin, and put the qi training monks who died in battle into it. This kind of coffin can keep the corpse from decaying for a hundred years.

  He still has relatives living in Qingxu City, Wang Hong is going to bring his body back and give it to his relatives.

  Pretending to collect the corpse, everyone began to clean up the battlefield, put away all the trophies, and handed them over to Wang Hong.

  At this time, everyone except Yin Ze was injured. Yin Ze was at the beginning of the battle, and Wang Hong saw that he participated in the battle, and it was nothing more than killing his life in vain.

   And unlike other subordinates, he is well-trained and cooperates with each other tacitly, so it is useless to join in.

  Wang Hong ordered him to hide, and then he hid in the dark and kept attacking, but it was useless to the foundation-building monks in the battlefield, like scratching an itch.

  Wang Hong ordered everyone to go back to recuperate, and discuss other matters after the injury is healed.