In the meeting hall, Uncle Twelve sat quietly by himself for a moment, then got up and went to the Minghun Palace. The clan members guarding Minghun Palace saw Uncle Twelve and automatically opened the door of the palace without being surprised, and the dim yellow light shone throughout the hall. .
In the palace.
There are densely packed rows of life soul tablets.
Among them, Mr. Fu, who is at the top of the list and is the eldest of the Fu family, has the soul lamp on his soul plate flickering on and off, as if it might go out at any time. After Mr. Fu, the soul cards of the Zhi generation are no different.
On the contrary, if you don't check carefully, the life soul lamp with Fu Molan written clearly in the next column is hard to notice that it is still on.
Uncle Twelve's frown deepened.
If Mr. Fu can break through to Yuanying, then the Fu family will have a firm foothold in the Great Zhou Dynasty and will be eligible to participate in the next trip to the Kunlun world. But now, Mr. Fu's hope is slim.
What's even more shocking is.
Fu Molan, who is the hidden pillar of the Fu family, is also in danger of life and death.
Once Fu Molan falls.
The Fu family no longer has the support of the cultivator.
The Fu family is afraid that the Lei family will bloodbath the whole family with the force of thunder in the next moment.
"Ancestors, bless you, bless Hua Lan, and bless our ancestors to get through this disaster safely."
Uncle Twelve prostrated himself on the futon.
Layers of life soul lamps.
Among the rows of life soul tiles hanging high in the air above the clan leader's life soul lamp, the sixth life soul lamp suddenly flickered, as if it had never happened before. Uncle Twelve seemed to realize something. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the hanging memorial tablet of the clan leader.
I stared at it intently for a long time.
But there is nothing unusual.
Uncle Twelve then laughed and shook his head:
"The sixth generation patriarch has been dead for nearly a thousand years, how can he still be alive?"
After getting up from the futon.
Uncle Twelve went directly to the back mountain. After the tribe closed the Life Soul Hall, he saw the life soul lamp hanging on the clan leader's tablet flickering again, and the light was so strong that even if all the life soul lamps in the hall were brighter, It's less than one thousandth of it.
If Uncle Twelve were here.
Definitely shocked.
This matter will also cause an uproar in the Fu family!
.........
Back mountain.
Uncle Twelve stopped in front of a secret room for a long time.
finally.
He still took out a simple communication token with complicated runes engraved on it. He chanted a special incantation. When the incantation sounded, the runes on the token began to squirm, as if they came to life. Then, With a buzzing sound, the token turned into a beam of fire and shot toward the secret room.
In the secret room.
But see.
A simple sword with flashing green light was suspended in the air.
Under the sword.
Fu Zhihong closed his eyes tightly, and countless flying swords were lingering around him. The flying swords changed shapes from time to time. As more and more flying swords condensed, the strange aura created in the secret room increased. When the aura was about to collapse, Gao Zhihong The hanging green light sword quickly dropped a trace of sword intent.
If Fu Shiyi was present with this sword intention.
It's bound to be a surprise.
Because this sword intention is almost the same as that displayed by the green light sword that fell to Bai Chen in Pingshan County.
Right now.
A red light shot out from outside the secret room.
Fu Zhihong, who was meditating and practicing, suddenly opened his eyes. In an instant, countless sword intentions gathered in his eyes. The sword intentions lingering around him all rolled back into the hanging azure light sword. The azure light sword flashed and fell. In Fu Zhihong's palm.
Fu Zhihong wiped the azure light sword in his palm like he was stroking his lover.
His face showed infinite sadness and remembrance.
Then his face turned cold.
The azure light sword turned into a ray of azure light and sank into his body.
His sword intent, which was already equivalent to that of a first-level Nascent Soul monk, instantly disappeared.
Reach out and make a move.
The red light stuck to the center of his eyebrows, after listening to Uncle Twelve's narration.
Fu Zhihong frowned.
Right hand pinch.
A ray of sword light fell on the door of the secret room, and the door of the secret room opened with a loud bang. Uncle Twelve who was waiting at the door looked apologetic:
"Clan leader, I'm really sorry for disturbing your retreat."
"It's because of your hard work."
Fu Zhihong's face was radiant, while Uncle Twelve's face looked tired, and he was too tired to deal with all the common affairs. He had no time to practice properly, so that for decades, his skills have not improved but retreated. The two of them entered the living room and sat down. back.
The twelfth uncle then gave a concise and comprehensive summary of the affairs of the clan over the past few decades:
"Now the old man has little hope of breaking through to the Nascent Soul."
"The most important thing is the girl Hua Lan. I'm afraid she has reached a deadlock. Over the years, we have also lost contact with her. The girl Hua Lan originally married someone else as a concubine to save our Fu clan. Although She has a strong backer, but the other party has nine wives and concubines, and each of them has Nascent Soul cultivation. She is alone. Even if she is accompanied by Mrs. Qin, Mrs. Qin is only a golden elixir cultivation. Over the years, We have not given her any support. Now that she is in trouble, we have to lend a hand to her."
Uncle Twelve finished speaking.
Fu Zhihong fell into deep thought.
He frowned: "If you want to contact Hua Lan again, you have to take action on Eleven. Eleven is familiar with Palace Master Mo of Lanyi Division, so he might be able to give her a favor. By the way, Eleven is in southern Xinjiang." How is it? According to the itinerary, it should be almost time to return to the clan."
As soon as these words came out.
Uncle Twelve's face became even more bitter.
When Fu Zhihong saw his unmoving expression, he immediately became anxious: "What? Something happened on November 1?"
"Well," Uncle Twelve said bravely: "When we were passing through Baizhou on the 11th, we happened to encounter people from the demon clan massacring Baizhou City. Their group of people luckily survived the war, but they disappeared mysteriously. I have been unable to contact her for two years, and even Mo Lan and Yi'an have not been contacted. As for Shi Shuyuan and his daughter who followed Mo Lan, they also died in the catastrophe, and Tang Yongyi was also killed unknown. That is... ....."
Uncle Twelve hasn't finished speaking yet.
Fu Zhihong suddenly stood up.
The worry on his face is clearly visible, and there is also a bit of complaint;
"It's such an important matter, Twelve, why didn't you come and inform me for so long? If Eleven really has a problem, how can I explain it to her mother? Back then, we promised with the lives of our entire family that we would take good care of Eleven. If Otherwise, Mother Eleven wouldn’t have left such a valuable treasure to..."
Fu Zhihong's words stopped abruptly.
A moment of excitement.
Make him realize that he has lost his temper.
He stood up directly and said:
"You first send someone to contact Princess Qilian in Baizhou. I will leave for Baizhou immediately to find Eleven and the others."
"Yes, patriarch."
The twelfth uncle bowed and agreed. Although he had been taking care of the general affairs of the clan for decades, his status was very clear. In fact, when Fu Zhihong was in seclusion, he said that he should not be disturbed unless the clan's survival was at stake. That's why , he had not come forward to report the disappearance of Fu Shiyi.
