The great battle on the night of the Crosscut Mountain spread across the five continents at an extremely fast speed.
At first many ordinary people did not believe it.
He didn't believe that one of the three great sects would collude with demonic cultivators.
Until Qing Lu Mountain had hung up the sky full of white banners.
There were more than a hundred sects and clans in the Southern Land that were affiliated with the Green Foothold Sword Sect.
To them, the existence of the Asian Saints was close to the existence of the Gods.
It was as if the sky above his head had collapsed. For a moment, everyone was terrified, and no one dared to make a move.
As the Young Sect Master, Song Tang was the next Sect Leader, his reputation was justified.
However, the sects were huge, and there were a few elders who were unavoidably disinterested.
Song Tang, who had always been well-mannered, had no choice but to use lightning to suppress him.
Fortunately, there was Zhong Shan, Cheng Tianyu's strong support, Qing Lu did not split up like the stream.
The scholars shut their doors to recuperate, the Northern Lu rebels have not been clear, the buddhist cultivators are deep in the woods.
In such a chaotic world, both internal and external troubles, people do not have time to condemn the Paradigm.
There was also news that Chu Huan had brought her sect to Hengduan Mountains and obtained a plentiful amount of resources.
Rong Zhuo went back to the East Continent to unify the Path of Demon, and spent the rest of his life recuperating.
Thus, the situation reached a rare equilibrium.
But everyone knew that the balance was temporary, fraught with danger, ready to be broken at any moment.
In addition to the green smoke rising from the nine palaces and the twelve monasteries, there was also a Sect Ancestral Hall.
The ancestral hall was located in a remote area. Other than the Outer Sect Disciples who were often sent here to clean, no one else came.
But today, the light was dim, and the faded shrine was full of people.
In the main hall, only Yu Shi sat on the grandmaster's chair, with more than ten elders standing on either side of him.
Opposite them, ten feet away, a young man with a cold expression stood there with his sword in hand.
"The sect has raised you for so many years, and now that you're at your prime, if you don't repay the gratitude of the sect, don't tell me you're going to be a traitor?!"
"If your master is still alive, how can you face him!"
"Young people need to know what is right and what is right.
"You're still young and insensible. Listen to Martial Uncle's advice. Don't ruin your own future!"
Although the Elders were strict with their words, they were also persuasive and didn't bring up punishment.
This was because everyone knew clearly that, in terms of combat power, how could these elders, who had a heartless appearance, receive a single sword strike from Lin Yuan?
No matter what others said, Lin Yuangui remained silent.
His gaze seemed to have pierced through the crowd and landed on those old tablets.
His thoughts drifted off into the distance. He thought of the founder of the sect and the ancestors of the sect.
Although the others couldn't see it, they could see that he was absent-minded for the rest of his life. They couldn't help but feel a chill on their faces.
He didn't want to kill Lin Yuan unless he had no other choice.
Lin Yuangui's value was far from being used.
Zheng Wei was already dead, and the seventh son was filled with worthless trash.
There was no second 'Lunar Sword' among the sect's younger generation.
Furthermore, he was about to become a big deal, and it was going to be a time for him to hire someone.
Nurturing one from the beginning would take another hundred years.
Yu Shi's gaze fell on the people on the right.
That person understood and walked out, smiling amiably. "Senior Apprentice Brother Lin, I have heard of your reputation and have respected you for a long time."
"Seeing it today, it really does live up to its name."
The person who walked out was Chu Huan.
He had made an agreement with Rong Zhuo many years ago. He had been waiting for this day for a long time.
He knew that he wasn't an ally of these important figures. He was just a chess piece.
But if he could get more, he wouldn't have to worry about the void.
Chu Huan changed the topic, "Senior brother's swordsmanship is extraordinary, but have you ever thought about how unstoppable the changes in the era are?"
"The creation of heroes in a chaotic world is destined to be abandoned in the old pattern.
Senior brother Lin, why don't you join us and establish a new order and create a new era of glory? "
"There is no need to worry about small details. The history books are written by the victors. In the future, we will only remember the creator's achievements."
Facing these encouraging and blood-boiling words, the white beard of the elderly Elder started to tremble.
Their eyes were bright and bright, and they were eager to clap their hands on the table and cheer, as if everyone were the initiators of a new era.
Then, Lin Yuangui spoke up, "One is different, two are different. Senior brother, you can't call me that."
It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured into the furnace, and the atmosphere of the ancestral hall instantly changed.
His gaze for the rest of his life was like a sword.
"What about me?"
I am your master's senior.
"Can't I tell you?"
"If it wasn't for your master going early, I would have killed you long ago."
All the elders sighed and said that the Sect Leader had put in a lot of effort, but Lin Yuangui was too ungrateful.
Even so, in those days, Yu and Lin Yuangui's master did not share the same sect.
At that time, the Bo-Pu Sect was divided into the old and the new factions.
Later, when one of them accidentally fell in seclusion, the other became the Sect Leader, cleaning up the dissidents and turning the sect into a matter of words.
Yu Shi stood up and left with a brush of his sleeve.
Right now, his injuries had yet to recover, so he was most afraid of having his heart and blood rush up. He didn't want to waste his breath on talking.
His voice sounded from afar, "The overall situation has been decided. It's all the same to me whether you are here or not."
"Think it over."
The group of people followed behind him and quickly walked far away.
Lin Yuangui stood in the empty ancestral hall, looking at his master's tablet.
The candlelight turned yellow, lengthening his shadow.
At first, the time seemed difficult to bear.
He was not so free and brave.
As he looked at the formation at the entrance of the cave, he couldn't help but feel a sense of bewilderment.
Then he looked only at Luo Minchuan, talking to himself, saying everything they had known.
He talked about the Cangya Mountain Prison, Ye Cheng's rooftop, Xing Shan Temple, and the floating sea. As he spoke, he slowly calmed down.
It was as if he knew that his senior brother wouldn't be able to hear him, but as long as he spoke, he would be able to obtain strength.
It was a power that made people feel at ease.
As time passed, Yin Mo began to meditate or practice his sword in his sea of consciousness.
His mind was tranquil, and his thoughts were untainted. It wasn't much different from when he was in closed-door cultivation on Xi Hua Feng.
But today was different.
When the first rays of the morning light entered the cave, there was a person standing in the light.
It was like standing in a cloud of fog.
His appearance was extraordinary, his clothes untainted by dust, and he carried a wooden sword on his back.
There was no sadness or joy on his face.
No intimidating aura was revealed.
The Yin Jade Qi was connected to the formation, and even the slightest bit of movement here was connected to his heart.
However, the person before him seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, as though the formation at the entrance of the cave didn't exist.
This was a terrifying matter, which meant that the other party's strength had already surpassed his knowledge of this world.
Strangely, however, the Yin Wall was growing more and more devoid of any signs of resistance and vigilance.
He didn't know how to describe it.
He had never seen an Immortal before.
However, he thought, if there really was an immortal in this world, then it should be this person's appearance.
If you want to come, then come. If you want to go, then go.
It was only natural to stand there.
The immortal took two steps forward and his gaze fell on Chu Feng, but his words were clearly not directed at him.
The tone of the voice is erratic, it's like communicating with another world,
"I've got a customer."
The more Yin Jade thought about it, the more shocked she became.
The person in front of him smiled. It was the smile of the Ice and Snow Cold Plum as he spoke slowly.
"Heavenly King Earth Tiger ..."
"Two hundred and fifty!"
The more Yin Jade spoke, the more he realized what it was. It was as if he was struck by lightning.
The screen flooded him.
This was one!
What is it!
The world!
A second of homesick haq
That person said to himself, "It should be the technical department's two hundred and fifty ..."
"How should I address you?"
"I'm called Yan Ziyue."
"Hello, Mr. Yan. My surname is Cheng."
Remembering this person's first sentence, the more he thought about it, the more he felt like he knew where he had come from.
The one who sold fake halos.
He's here for after-sales service?!
The difference in power is too great. If I don't use it properly, would I be chopped to death?
Senior Brother, save me! Qaq!
"Cheng, Senior Cheng, you're here ..."
"On behalf of the company's technical department, I convey my apologies and my apologies for the halo installation errors that are damaging your user experience.
"As for the subsequent compensation, please also discuss it with me."
Although this person's words were simple, his expression was one of sincerity and seriousness.
He did not have the slightest air of superiority.
The more he thought about it, the more he asked, "What was the error in the installation?"
"A halo has been installed that is contrary to your wishes.
If you still want to be a villain, I can change it for you right away. "
Will is the opposite.
Yin Yu finally knew how the God Unleashed from the last few times.
It was this wrong halo that prevented him from acting calm and pretentious.
If it was the first time he came to this world, he would definitely exchange for it.
But now, after a moment of silence, he said,
"No need."
I don't want any halo.
"You can close off the one you have on you." ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
"No problem."
Then let's talk about compensation. "
"What can I compensate you for?"
"To answer questions and answer questions, I'll open it free of charge, measure the words' 8 ',' lucky dog ', and ask about the affinity for marriage ..."
"You can choose any two."
"..."
Wait a minute, why does this look like a street crossing?
"Will my Senior-apprentice Brother become a Demon Sovereign?"
That person glanced at Luo Mingchuan, and then his gaze fell on the Lin Yuan Sword in Yan Shi Yue's hand, "As long as you don't use this sword to kill him, you won't be able to do so."
When Mo Changyuan died under the sword, he had left a strand of his spiritual will in the sword with the Nine Revolutions of the Heaven. Once the spiritual will entered his soul, it would awaken the memories from millions of years ago.
"He became Mo Changyuan."
Yin Yu stared at his sword in a daze.
He had never expected this to be the case.
The illusion of Xing Shan Temple appeared once more. He had killed his senior brother, and then the scene had turned into a stranger in the great hall.
It was extremely real.
"The sword has an awe-inspiring righteous aura, enough to suppress this strand of soul intent. After a while, the soul will not be able to stay any longer and can only dissipate."
The more Yin Mo heard, the more he heaved a sigh of relief.
"This is the answer to my question. What else do you want to choose?"
Yin Yu's mind was in a mess. He sat beside Luo Mingchuan's bed, looking at the person sleeping on the bed, "I don't know ..."
For some reason, he just wanted to say something.
"You've walked through many worlds, right? Is there any world that makes you feel that this is true life?"
"Did I meet anyone who made you brave and fanciful, I don't know what happened to you, can you answer questions?"
When Cheng Xiaobai heard this, he thought, you're not answering questions, you're asking about marriage ties.
"Love makes you panic and strange."
The more Yin Jade was shocked, he wanted to say that this was my senior brother, but he couldn't say anything.
Cheng Xiaobai saw what he was thinking.
"In the past, someone told me that when your heart is alone, it doesn't matter whether you are a man or a woman, a man or a demon, an immortal or a demon. You only want to accompany him, protect him, and live a long life together."
Think about it.
Spend the time together...
With his senior apprentice-brother.
Yes.
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he felt. Was it really like that?
Do I really like Senior Brother?
"It's too bad that you chose two answers. Do you have any other requests for compensation?"
"..."
"Nothing else."
That person said, "You may not want it, but I can't not give it to you.
"When you've thought it through, you can contact me."
A talisman appeared in Yin Yu's hand.
The lines were strange. He had never seen them before.
"I can't stay any longer, the laws of the world will detect it."
"You can use this talisman to contact me, you can only use it once."
The person seemed to sense something as his body gradually turned illusory. The morning light penetrated through his almost transparent body.
The scene was wonderful.
"I'll remind you one last time. He won't become a Demon Sovereign when he wakes up, but he might be delirious and even want to kill you.
"You must be prepared."
As soon as he said that, there was no one else in the morning light.
The more Yan Mo knew that this was a kind reminder, the power of the seal inside his brother's body could not be suppressed, and the Nine Revolutions Heaven could lose control.
The crisis remains.
He had truly imagined that his senior brother would wake up and kill him with a single sword strike.
After an unknown period of time, he leaned over the bed in Loming.
The sound reverberates in the empty cave,
"I'm not afraid of death."
"I'm afraid you won't be in the next world."
The man in the bed opened his eyes.