Zhi Qihe was extremely conflicted in his heart, and even had some faint contradictions. As the head of Fuhai Sect, he led the crowd to help Buzhou Mountain. Although he was willing to go through fire and water, at the same time, he also shouldered the sect's responsibility to pass on the legacy of the sect. We must not act rashly and destroy the elite of the sect. After weighing the situation again and again, Zhi Qihe named Sha Qinlong and ordered him to travel day and night to get the information first, with the preservation of a useful person as his top priority. No matter what happened, don't be impulsive.
An expert in the art of catching dragons in the sand was bold, and his sword was as fast as flying. He hurried away and came back again, with a solemn look on his face, and brought back two pieces of news. The worst premonition finally came true. The Buzhou Mountain protective formation disappeared, the sky collapsed, the sect was reduced to ruins, and countless disciples of Fuhai Sect died. Only the "Sword Pavilion" was still intact. Sha Qinlong only wandered around the periphery, hiding in the mountains and forests, looking at Mount Buzhou in the distance, without noticing the enemy. He suspected that they had already left.
Zhiqihe frowned, the news brought back by Sha Qinlong was mixed, and the situation didn't seem to be beyond control, but could this be a trap? He was a little undecided. Sha Qinlong saw his senior brother's dilemma, thought about it a little, and took the initiative to ask Ying: "Senior Brother, head, wait for me to go into the mountain to explore, cast stones and ask for directions. If things are not harmonious, please put the overall situation first."
Zhi Qihe glanced at him, knowing full well that enemies from outside could not be dealt with by common sense. The junior brother was hinting that he must endure the humiliation and bear the burden, and make the sect's survival his top priority, and put aside all other false claims. He sighed deeply and patted his junior brother on the shoulder, feeling sad. Sha Qinlong felt relieved, knowing that the head brother had accepted the reality and it was not in vain for him to go into danger alone. Before leaving, he hesitated for a moment and finally said nothing.
He came in a hurry and left in a hurry. Sha Qinlong didn't even bother to take a sip of water. He flew away with his sword and rushed to Buzhou Mountain again. This time he circled around a few times, deliberately making some noise, and waited patiently for a long time, but when he saw no reaction from the other party, he ventured back to the sect and carefully looked for survivors. After visiting every ruin and every corner, the enemy who had destroyed the Fuhai Sect was far away. Buzhou Mountain was an empty mountain. It took Sha Qinlong a lot of effort to find more than ten of his fellow sects under the ruins. They were gray-headed, taciturn, and numb. There is a volcano buried under his expression.
Sha Qinlong had a high prestige in the Fuhai sect. He organized his fellow sects and divided his troops into separate groups. While searching for survivors, he collected the corpses. If a mountain collapses, it can still stand up again; if a house collapses, it can still be built again; as long as people are fine, Zong
There is still hope for the door to rise. After spending a full day and night plowing the entire Buzhou Mountain, Sha Qinlong felt extremely desolate. The number of fellow disciples who survived this disaster, including the handyman disciples, was less than one-tenth. At the moment when the mountain guarding formation collapsed, a section of Buzhou Mountain was cut off, and the shock wave swept across. The deceased had broken bones and muscles, and his internal organs turned into mud. There was no way to resist. The corpse was so mutilated that it was impossible to see the end of it.
The culprit who single-handedly caused this tragedy was none other than the great enemy Luo Yaohuang from outside the world. He had a scar on his face that ran from his eyebrows to his jaw. He was as ferocious as a centipede. In full view of everyone, he would never admit his mistake.
Sha Qinlong comforted his fellow disciples, left a few bottles of elixirs, and went to the "Sword Pavilion" alone to explore. The Buzhou Mountains were turned upside down, and no one was intact. Only the "Sword Pavilion" on the cliff was as majestic as before, and it seemed that it had not been affected by the war. Sha Qinlong had just stepped into the "Sword Pavilion", and his heart suddenly sank. The restrictions were gone, and someone came straight in to take everything. "Sword Pavilion" is an important place of Fuhaizong. Sword art weapons and the tablets of the ancestors of past generations are all hidden here. Sha Qinlong was very anxious. He hurriedly inspected it and saw that everything was in good condition. Only one "hand" on the table on the third floor was missing. Sin yourself the sword", and then felt a little relieved.
The "Sword Pavilion" was of great importance, and he did not dare to make the decision without authorization. He immediately released a flying sword, leaving a secret message to send a message to the senior brother in charge. After most of the day, sword lights swarmed in. Zhi Qihe, the head of the Fuhai Sect, returned to Buzhou Mountain with a group of disciples, and stopped in mid-air. He saw corpses scattered all over the field, and everything was devastated. He was stunned and speechless for a while. Sha Qinlong Yujian came forward, not caring about greetings, and asked the head senior brother to go to the "Sword Pavilion" to check the lost items first. When Zhi Qihe suddenly heard about this, his face changed greatly, and he ordered everyone to separate to clean up the mess. He only called his senior sister Qi Hong, He hurried to "Sword Pavilion" with Sha Qinlong.
The three of them climbed up the wooden ladder to the second floor of the "Sword Pavilion". Zhi Qihe suddenly stopped and looked up at the thousands of flying swords on the roof. They were lifeless and motionless, and they couldn't help but gasp. Qi Hong followed his gaze and said in a low voice: "The enemy broke the restriction and took away the 'Wanren Sword'." Her voice was as low as a big string, trembling slightly, and had a thrilling power.
There are no outsiders in the "Sword Pavilion". Junior Brother Sha and Junior Sister Qi are his most trusted right-hand man. There is no need to hide it. Zhi Qihe smiled bitterly and said: "I'm afraid it may not have been taken away... That 'Wanren Sword' has already been born." Under the sword spirit, he is unruly, bent on getting rid of the shackles of the last restriction, abandoning
Not leaving the mountain... This time with help from outsiders, I finally got what I wanted..."
Qi Hong glanced at the head brother and asked: "Who is the old owner of the 'Wanren Sword'?" Although she knew that this sword was the first of the Ten Thousand Swords of Fuhai Sect and had an extraordinary origin, she had never heard of the sword. Who is the Lord? He has not even thought about asking, and seems to take all this as a matter of course.
Zhi Qihe said: "I have a powerful senior in Fuhai Sect who cut through the barriers between heaven and earth with one sword and flew up to the upper world, leaving this sword to guard the 'Sword Pavilion'. That superior's surname is 'Zong' and his given name is 'Sito' , his spiritual tablet is enshrined on the third floor of the 'Sword Pavilion'."
Qi Hong glanced at his senior brother and wondered, where did his senior brother know these secrets? Why has it never been mentioned in a single word in all these years? She knew in her heart that there must be something fishy, so she pondered for a moment and said: "It doesn't matter if one or two of the flying swords are missing. It will be recovered later. The third floor contains the precious blood of many disciples. It is very important and cannot be lost!"
It is the custom of Fuhai Sect that when a disciple enters the third floor of the "Sword Pavilion", he goes to the third floor of the "Sword Pavilion" to worship the ancestors of all generations and offer a drop of his heart's blood. After studying the jade slip for three hours, the amount obtained depends on chance. Zhi Qihe was reminded by his junior sister, and felt a thump in his heart. He hurriedly climbed up the wooden ladder to the third floor of the "Sword Pavilion". With his eyes focused, he saw that the only missing items on the altar table were the "Sword of Sin", the incense burner and the jade bowl. It seems that there are still people who have burned three sticks of incense, and the embers are still there. Qi Hong and Sha Qinlong looked up and saw a spiritual tablet at the highest point in the middle. The nine characters written on it were "The position of the Supreme Elder Sect Saito". It was just an ordinary ink mark and had no spirituality at all.
Zhi Qihe called Qi Hong to come forward and said, "Junior sister, please check whether there is any shortage of blood essence!"
Qi Hong kneaded the magic formula and used a magical power. His eyes emitted the slightest light. The blood in the jade bowl was rippling and turning, and it slowed down a hundred or ten times in an instant. They had different shapes and colors, and fell into Qi Hong's eyes. Every detail was clearly visible and counted. The number is exactly the same. She withdrew her magical powers and nodded to her senior brother. Zhi Qihe breathed a long sigh of relief. If the precious blood of the younger disciples falls into the hands of someone with intentions, it will inevitably sow the seeds of disaster and lead to catastrophe. Emperor Luo Yao is very happy. Being proud and disdainful of such small tricks is also a great blessing among misfortunes.
After thinking about it, although the essence and blood are still there, most of these disciples have died and disappeared, and they no longer exist in the world. For a moment, I couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
