Jianzong back mountain
Jianwuye stared at the Miaoman figure on the ground with a gloomy face, his eyes full of desire. Even if the other party was completely controlled by him, he was still powerless.
He regretted why he had to rush into seclusion and break through to the Lingzong realm. The evil thoughts that had been hidden in his heart for so many years could not be realized in the end.
"Don't forget, your life was saved by me, and everything you have is given to you by me!" Jian Wuye's voice was cold.
"Take it. If you can, seal me for life. As long as I have a moment of freedom, you can either collect my body or prepare a burial place for yourself!"
Bingdie glared at the old man in front of her fiercely. If she had the ability, she could not wait to pounce on him and bite him to death.
"Really? Are you in such a hurry to die?" Kenwuye laughed suddenly, "You were six years old when I rescued you. You should still remember everything that happened!"
"What do you mean?" A trace of uneasiness flashed in Bingdie's heart, and she stared at the old man in front of her. For some reason, she suddenly felt that the old man in front of her seemed familiar, and it seemed to overlap with her disappeared memory fragments.
"Do you remember?" Jian Wuye bent down and touched the face that was so beautiful that it took his breath away.
"Is it you?" Bingdie couldn't believe that it was true.
"Is it really you?" The memory in her mind opened up little by little, the fragments began to merge, and the back figure that gave her countless nightmares gradually became clear.
"Haha..." Kengoye chuckled, "You finally remembered it. It's been almost thirty years. I've been waiting for you to remember it!"
"You..." Bingdie's tears fell and her body trembled. She never dared to believe or even doubted that the murderer who killed more than ten members of her family was her mentor.
She actually spent nearly thirty years with her enemy who had exterminated the entire clan. During these thirty years, she had always regarded him as her reborn parent.
"Haha..." Jian Wuye laughed, "How is it? Do you want to kill your master?"
"You lunatic, you're going to die!" Bingdie roared, wishing he could rush up to eat his flesh and drink his blood!
"Do you know why my master wanted to kill your entire clan?" Jian Wuye's dry claws touched Bingdie's cheek, as if he was recalling everything that happened back then.
"Back then, with just one glance, my teacher completely fell in love with your mother. Unfortunately, she married that good-for-nothing father of yours. She only knew how to study all day long. I tried all my means but couldn't win your mother's heart. She killed so many people for my teacher. There are many people, so let’s blame your mother. She wanted to keep her loyalty, but what happened?”
"In the end, she still became mine. The madness that night seemed like just yesterday!" Jian Wuye's eyes lit up as he recalled the scene that year.
"You are such a beast!" Bingdie roared.
"Beast?" Jian Wuye said with a smile, "It's up to you. I just want to tell you that I can not only get your mother, but I can also get you. You, mother and son, are all mine!"
"Madman, you will be punished sooner or later!"
"Retribution?" Jianwuye's eyes were cold, and he untied the chains at Bingdie's ankles and dragged her to another cave not far away.
"This..." Bingdie's heart was trembling. She had never thought that after so many years of running the Sword Sect, there would be such a hell in the back mountain of the Sword Sect.
In the cave, there were dozens of women imprisoned in each cell. When all the women saw the two approaching, they hid in the corners of the cells with fear on their faces and trembling bodies.
Not long after, Jian Wuye dragged Bingdie to another cave. This cave was extremely cold, with air-conditioning constantly rising from the walls. It seemed to be shrouded in a spiritual formation, and the temperature was extremely low all year round.
Looking forward, even though Bingdie was mentally prepared, she was still so stimulated by the scene in front of her that she couldn't move.
In the cold cave, there were only corpses that had been dead for a long time. The corpses were stacked on top of each other in different shapes. All the corpses had a look of fear on their faces, their faces were ferocious, and their death appearance was extremely miserable.
"Do you know why my master was able to break through to the Lingzong realm in such a short period of time?" Jian Wuye looked at the female corpses in the cold cave, as if looking at pieces of art, admiring his own masterpiece.
"They are all great teachers, Zhao
Jin Gei's technique is indeed not simple. You only need enough virginity to quickly improve your cultivation level! "
"What about Bai Yuying?" Bingdie suddenly remembered Bai Yuying who left with Zhao Jin and asked hurriedly.
"Haha, Zhao Jin is at the bottom of the family. If it weren't for his teacher's guidance, do you think he would easily pass on the superior skills to his teacher?"
"Enlighten?" An ominous flash occurred in Bingdie's mind.
"Haha, he is worthy of being the companion chosen by me. Yes, he is just like me. There are many women among them that he prepared for himself. Unfortunately, it was cheap for me!"
"Devil, you are really a devil!" Bingdie really couldn't believe that the mentor who had taught her for nearly thirty years was not only the murderer who insulted her mother and killed her whole family, but was also a devil.
"Devil?" Jian Wuye sneered, "Everything is just to survive. You think that old bastard, the ancestor of the royal family, is a good thing, but you have taken away many strong young bodies!"
"My good disciple, as long as you agree to be my master, stimulate it, and let my master become a man again, my master can swear to you that these women can be released from the mountain, and the future Sword Sect will also be yours!" Wuye grabbed Bingdie's shoulders.
He hated himself for being so eager to make a breakthrough that an accident occurred while practicing the exercises given by Zhao Jin, which actually prevented him from becoming a real man in his life and would never be able to stand up again.
He has thought of many ways in the past few days, because the idea rooted deep in his mind may only be stimulated by his beloved disciple.
"Keke..." Hearing this, Bingdie smiled sadly, "You know, this is heaven's gift!" After saying that, he closed his eyes and said no more words.
"You..." Jian Wuye was furious, and he was about to slap the Bingdie Tianling Gai with his right hand, but stopped when he was close to his forehead.
"After raising you for nearly thirty years, I will definitely make you just like your mother, letting you fuck in despair!"
"Hahaha……"
Bingdie was silent. She knew that the old man who was grabbing her was just a beast in clothes. It would be useless to say more. She always thought that the cave in the back mountain was Jian Wuye's retreat. She never thought that there were so many girls locked inside. .
"Where is Jianwuye? Do you dare to fight!".
Suddenly, a loud roar echoed thousands of miles above Jian Zong.
"What's going on?" Many monks who heard the voice looked in the direction of Jian Zong.
Even the disciples of the Sword Sect poured out from everywhere, looking at the old figure suspended in the air, "It's the ancestor of the royal family!"
"What is he here for?" Everyone was puzzled.
call out!
There was a sound of breaking through the sky, and another old man in sackcloth appeared in the void.
"What? Are you in a hurry to die?" Jian Wuye sneered.
"I'm about to die soon, but I want to fight!" The royal family ancestor was so victorious and his fighting spirit soared into the sky.
"A battle?" Jian Wuye glanced around and saw no suspicious person, so he couldn't help but frown, "You are the only one who is immortal, do you think you can defeat me?"
"Kengoha, don't worry, I'm the only one here. Today's fight is just my last wish. You must have been waiting for a long time. I just hope that today's fight has nothing to do with the royal family or the Sword Sect!"
"Are you qualified to negotiate terms with me?" Jian Wuye sneered.
"You can try the destructive power of a peak Spirit King Realm expert!" The royal ancestor smiled and stared at the nearly bare mountains below.
"Haha, okay, I will fight with you, as a revenge for the knife I killed back then!"
"I also want to see how powerful the Lingzong realm is in my lifetime!"
Loud laughter resounded thousands of miles away, countless people were horrified, and their eyes shone brightly.
Jian Wuye, the old master of the Jian Sect,
Royal ancestor,
The two most powerful people should be regarded as the two strongest people in the Daluo Dynasty. Everyone wants to see how strong the peak Spirit King Realm and Ling Zong Realm experts are.
This battle can be regarded as the strongest battle of the Daluo Dynasty.
Rumor has it that back then, the ancestor of the royal family had a fight with Jian Wuye. Unfortunately, the two of them had a private fight, and no one saw the fight that day.
War, no one knows the outcome.
"We two immortals are considered the strongest people in the Daluo Dynasty. Of course, this decisive battle must be fought in the most sacred place, on top of the imperial capital?" the royal family ancestor said with a smile.
"Old man, if you want to fight, fight. If you don't want to fight, get out. I have no plans to overthrow the royal family yet!" Jian Wuye snorted coldly.
"Haha, I didn't expect that even Mr. Sword, who is as strong as a sword, would be afraid sometimes!"
"You have the ability to fight me in Jian Zong?" Jian Wuye said with a smile.
Both of them were afraid of the other party's formation. The ancestor of the royal family asked himself that he was not as strong as Lu Chen, who could use hidden stakes to destroy a corner of the base of the Protecting Sect's formation and kill him.
However, the sect-protecting formation has not yet been completely repaired, and the ancestors of the royal family also want to try it. After all, this is the foundation of the Sword Sect, and it is naturally a good thing for the royal family to destroy it.
"Aren't you afraid of destroying Jian Zong?" Jian Wuye looked solemnly as he scanned the mountains at his feet.
"Haha, how much more damage can this Sword Sect be ruined?" Jian Wuye lowered his head and glanced at his bare feet, shook his head and smiled.
"Haha... Okay! Let's teach Mr. Jian's secret skills from the Sword Sect!" The royal ancestor laughed, and a black scimitar appeared in his hand. The scimitar was very strange and had no edge.
"That knife almost killed me. Today, let me see if your scimitar is still as sharp as ever!" Jian Wuye laughed.
"Sword coming!" A sharp roar shook thousands of miles. Jian Wuye waved to the back mountain, and a wooden sword appeared in his hand.
"This sword was obtained after a battle with you. It is not a magical weapon, but it should be no worse than your scimitar!"
Looking at the wooden sword in his hand, a flash of light flashed in Jian Wuye's eyes. He held the sword in his right hand, and the palm of his left hand gently touched the sharp blade. On the blade, a wisp of blood flowed down. After a while, the wooden sword trembled slightly, and a streak of blood appeared. Spread, instantly covering Jian Wuye.
"Blood sacrifice?" The ancestor of the royal family frowned. The swordsman Ye Xiu was already superior to him. Coupled with the wooden sword of the blood sacrifice, the ancestor of the royal family already knew his ending.
