"This..." When Liangchen heard this, his heart suddenly became hot.
Not to mention personal glory, just the reunification of the Eastern and Western Sword Sects is the lifelong wish of Senior Brother Qianqiu.
I thought it would be rare to see it again in this life, but I didn't expect it to be so easy to get now.
Although there was a tragic price paid behind this result, now that the matter has come to this, Liangchen hopes that the Sword Sect can regain its glory.
Now that things have happened, several sword masters have died and been injured, and the current sword sect is like a scarred lion. It can no longer take care of the huge territory of the four states of Xue, Bai, Qing, and Jing, and the Fa sect. Fighting in separate courts, even if there is a good time to sit in Wanren Mountain, they can only protect themselves.
Therefore, whether Fa Zong wanted to expand or several forces from the east invaded, Jian Zong could not change the fate of being eroded little by little.
And Kun Wuya's promise was no less than giving Jianzong hundreds of years of breathing space. If we can make good use of this time, Jian Zong may have a chance to turn around!
Such a great gift requires only a commitment.
"From now on, the Sword Sect and the Qingfeng Sect will advance and retreat together, and everything will depend on the orders of our seniors!" Liangchen nodded and agreed without even thinking about it.
"Haha, in that case, I will send a message to Immortal Yiyun to ask them to come back." Seeing his agreement, Kun Wuya immediately smiled knowingly, then took out a jade talisman engraved with a crescent moon, moved it repeatedly, and then He whispered to the jade talisman:
"Xiangu Yiyun, the Demon Sect of Tianjian Mountain is in trouble. I am ready to cooperate with the Sword Sect to exterminate the demons, so I won't bother Xiangu. Thank you for your kindness!"
As soon as he finished speaking, within a breath, four words appeared on the crescent moon of the jade talisman:
"So good!"
On the other side, a hundred miles away from Wanren Mountain, a majestic voice came from among a group of colorful clouds:
"Go back to the mountain!"
"Master, what's wrong?" Fairy Jiuxia asked in confusion.
“Jian Zong asked Wu Yazi for help, probably because he didn’t want us to get involved in Jian Zong’s affairs.
That's fine, the journey to Jianshan Mountain was long that day, and it would take several months to go back and forth. The traces of the Blood Demon here were elusive. If he ran to Guyue Pavilion, there would be a fire in the backyard before he could save himself. "Xiangu Yiyun said calmly.
"Then... when will Ancestor Wuya prepare to take action? After all, Tianjian Mountain has been trapped for a long time, I'm afraid..." Fairy Jiuxia said worriedly.
"Haha! This is the matter of Jianzong.
Your girl's thoughts are only in Wanren Mountain. I can't tell it as a teacher.
But now that Master Chuilu has become the number one person in Zhongzhou, wouldn’t you have missed a huge opportunity? " Fairy Yiyun looked at Fairy Jiuxia and smiled slightly, then shook her head and sighed.
"Master~ How can emotion and opportunity be compared together?" Fairy Jiuxia immediately pulled Fairy Girl's sleeves and said angrily.
"Yeah, you have the final say... Anyway, with the master here, no matter what happens, you will still have time to transform into a god." Fairy Yiyun said dotingly.
"This trip is considered a success. I showed my kindness to the Sword Sect, and showed my demon-killing attitude in front of the Fa Sect. I went out to relax again."
"Let's go back to the mountain!"
Everyone set up colorful clouds, turned in one direction, and disappeared into the sky.
. .
Thousands of miles away, in a large mountain at the junction of Baizhou and Qingzhou, a black cloud suddenly enveloped the mountain. The black cloud cast a shadow in the mountains and forests. After a while, the black cloud disappeared, revealing a shadow.
The shadow gradually became blurry and clear, turning into an ugly figure with a head as big as a vat. It was the big-headed ghost king who was chased and escaped by the people in heaven.
At this time, his breath was rising and falling, and one of his four eyes was actually blind. His body, which was as tender as a lotus root, was also covered in bruises and scars. On the wounds, there were still little silver stars, like fireworks flickering. Dark burning burns the flesh and blood of the mouth.
"Hiss - this damn old man, Xinghui is getting more and more vicious! Sooner or later, I will go to Laojun Mountain and break your broken bow!" The big-headed ghost king cursed fiercely, and after careful sensing, the wound The starlight did not fade at all, and he suddenly grimaced in pain.
The ancestors of the Fa Sect were most afraid of this man in the sky, because the starlight emitted by his Falling Star Bow seemed to be naturally capable of restraining the Demon Sect's martial arts, which made it impossible for him to display his strength at all. As soon as he saw him, he Shrinking.
After some careful detection, he made sure that the Heavenly Man was not chasing him again, then he stopped, found a dark place to sit down, and threw a few black pills into his mouth.
"Brother Qianmian, you really don't want me to do this! Just ask for your blessings!" He muttered as if thinking of something.
"Then why did the old man suddenly leave midway? Could it be that something has changed in Wanren Mountain? No matter what happens! No matter what happens to you, I will never go back!"
He muttered, then sat down cross-legged. Within a few breaths, his whole body was enveloped in a black mist.
Wherever the black mist shrouded the trees, flowers and trees instantly withered, and a little spiritual light turned into black mist and shot towards his body.
After an hour like this, the black fog gradually disappeared, and the figure of the big-headed ghost king appeared again.
At this time, his scars had recovered a little, but due to the obstruction of Xinghui, the opened flesh and blood was difficult to heal.
The breath throughout his body is also a little more stable.
But it still made him a little dissatisfied.
"No! It's too slow to recover like this!" His only three eyes moved together, and then he seemed to have thought of a way.
"Come here, just in time for me to taste fresh flesh and blood!" He immediately flew up and turned into a black cloud and flew towards a small town at the bottom of the mountain.
Halfway up the mountain, several sword lights flew out!
The sword light faded away, revealing four blue-clothed sword cultivators holding long swords. Several people were in the foundation-building stage, and looked at the black clouds that suddenly flew out of the mountains and shouted in unison!
"What kind of monster dares to be so arrogant in the Qihuo Sect?"
And the next moment, the black cloud silently shot out a trace of black energy, as if a long tongue was circling in front of the four people!
"ah!!!"
After several screams, the four long swords with no spiritual energy fell down.
As soon as the black cloud dispersed, it turned into a thousand-foot-long dark cloud, which seemed to cover the sky and wrapped the entire mountain city in it.
Countless skeleton birds flew out of the black clouds, splashing down like ink balls!
