"Hey~ can we reconcile?"
Inside the Patriarch Tower, Ancestor Ming Yuan, who had already sensed his fate, began to beg for mercy uncharacteristically.
Although it is embarrassing for monks in the enlightenment stage to beg for mercy from monks in the foundation building stage, but now that their lives are almost gone, it is really not the time to worry about face.
As long as you can survive, there is still a chance for everything.
If Xu Sui was allowed to continue and completely offend the Yuhua Dynasty, he would definitely die without a chance to survive.
"At this moment? Ancestor Ming Yuan, are you joking?"
Of course Xu Sui would not believe in the so-called "reconciliation". The reason why the other party made this suggestion was only limited to this half hour.
Once Ancestor Ming Yuan finds an opportunity, he will definitely attack Xu Sui severely.
"Hunter, let's proceed according to our plan."
"Thank you, senior, for your help."
Xu Sui firmly grasped the "silk thread" spreading towards Bai Yujing and felt the specific location of Tuobayun's body. The next thing he had to do was to shoot him in the face.
The suppressed Ancestor Ming Yuan could not move and could only watch Xu Sui control his power to move the sword technique.
In this process, Xu Sui not only mobilized his power, but also attached his soul and will to this sword.
Ancestor Ming Yuan understood that this was Xu Sui's intention to use the "silk thread" in his hand as a traction to smash him and all his sword energy towards the Yuhua Dynasty, allowing the Yuhua Dynasty's formation to completely obliterate him.
"Xuan Ling, are you guys going to let him act like this? You will die if you do this."
If he just "shoots" Ancestor Ming Yuan out in an ordinary way, with the distance from Luofu Mountain to Bai Yujing, he will definitely be able to get out of trouble halfway.
Once he escapes, there will be endless troubles. In order to prevent this from happening, there must be a cage.
At this moment, isn't the best cage the Patriarch Tower itself?
But if they do that, as the spirits of the nine secret realms, their final outcome will inevitably be death together with Ancestor Ming Yuan.
"Mingyuan, as our power has weakened over the past millennium, our memories have begun to disappear. If it were previously estimated that most of the secret realm spirits would not be willing to perish."
Because Xu Sui melted the entire Patriarch Tower with the pure fire of Shen Tea, Xuan Ling at this time was able to think in harmony with the other eight spirits of the secret realm.
At the same time, they also recalled the original intention of suppressing Ancestor Ming Yuan in the first place.
They were not afraid of death back then, how can they be afraid of death now that they have regained their original intention?
"Besides, it would be a real pity for a young man with such good qualifications to completely integrate with this Patriarch Tower."
The will of the nine secret realm spirits suddenly strengthened. While suppressing Ancestor Ming Yuan, they also gradually cut off Xu Sui's connection with the Patriarch Tower.
Xuan Ling had previously given a half-hour limit. On the one hand, they really could not suppress the Ancestor Ming Yuan for too long, and on the other hand, they were worried that Xu Sui would completely assimilate with the Patriarch Tower and become a weapon-like existence.
It is the best choice to peel off Xu Sui at this time.
This completely eliminated the threat of Ancestor Ming Yuan, and allowed Xu Sui to comprehend the Thirty-six Sword-Questing Sword Intents from it, and evolved the foundation-building vision from a thousand mountains covered with snow to a bronze furnace in troubled times.
The road to spiritual practice should be smoother from now on.
"Crazy, you are all a bunch of crazy."
The roar of Ancestor Ming Yuan echoed in his ears, Xu Sui turned a deaf ear to it, and he was waiting for the gradual separation between himself and the Patriarch Tower.
The sword heading towards Bai Yujing was already ready. It was like a cannon filled with ammunition. It was already aimed at the target. What was missing now was the spark that ignited it all.
At the same time, the spirits of the nine secret realms also emerged from Xu Sui's body, saying goodbye to his back.
"Is that the Patriarch Luotian of my main lineage?"
"Master Huan Hai, this person looks exactly like the portrait of the master."
"They look like this... they are the spirits of the secret realm. Their faces were blurred before so they couldn't be distinguished. It turns out they are our ancestors."
The disciples of Luofu Mountain experienced ups and downs before their eyes, and they were already in shock. They breathed a sigh of relief when they saw their ancestors being "resurrected" one after another.
However, the faces of these ancestors were not very good.
Before they turned into the spirits of the secret realm, they had thought that people's hearts could change, but they did not expect that they would become like this after a thousand years.
The only one who can be considered more pleased is Xuan Ling.
"I have met the Xuanling Patriarch."
Li Qingyi came to Xuanling and bowed. Although the lineage of Wenjian Peak had been cut off, there were many things that she, the master of the peak, did not understand, but she still saw the portrait of the ancestor once.
I think they were the ones who suppressed Tuoba Yun before.
"Your realm should be higher. It's the inheritance that's dragging you down."
In fact, when Xuan Ling explained the origin of the secret realm, he learned about the current situation of Wenjian Sect, and naturally understood Li Qingyi's situation at this time.
"Ancestor, I am not strong enough to revive the inheritance."
Li Qingyi felt a little ashamed of this. If she hadn't gone out to practice that year...
"Inheritance? Is it important?"
Xuan Ling didn't take the matter of inheritance that seriously. The Wenjian Sect was initially just a group of people who came together to help when they saw injustice.
Everyone practiced the skills together and performed chivalrous acts together. In the end, they found that fighting alone could not form a system, and this was how the so-called sect was formed.
"Go away with your sword, don't let the cage trap you."
After Xuan Ling finished speaking, he turned into a stream of light and returned to Xu Sui's body. The other spirits of the secret realm really didn't have much to say to the younger generation thousands of years later.
Even if the explanation is given, whether the other party will listen or not is still a question.
So, they just exchanged a few words and returned to Xu Sui's body. Time was running out.
"Goodbye, later generations."
Led by Xuan Ling, the nine secret realm spirits bowed to Xu Sui. If not for Xu Sui's sacrifice thousands of years ago, their efforts would have been in vain.
Such a great favor deserves a gift.
"Seniors, take care."
Ignoring Ancestor Ming Yuan's unstoppable clamor, Xu Sui used the Divine Sky Sword Controlling Technique to turn into sparks and ignite the "cannon" that was ready to go.
The infinite flames peeled off Xu Sui's body, allowing Xu Sui to reveal his original appearance. At the same time, the flames also turned into the appearance of a pagoda.
"The stars of the Canghe River turn."
Xu Sui pointed his sword into a sword and pointed it at the pagoda. The next moment, the power of destroying the world and destroying the world burst out from it, speeding away along the "silk thread" in mid-air.
On this day, all the monks in the Western Wasteland Prison State felt a powerful aura passing over their heads.
The unparalleled momentum, just the feeling made them understand that if they dared to block the front, they might not even be able to leave ashes behind. When they felt where the sword was going, they were so shocked that their jaws almost dropped. .
The Yuhua Dynasty, Bai Yujing.
The place where the emperor is.
When was the last time such a character appeared in the Western Barren Prison State?
A hundred years ago?
Three hundred years ago?
Five hundred years ago?
Eight hundred years ago?
Or...a thousand years ago.
"It's really a sword that lasts a thousand years, and a sword that lasts a thousand years."
Some people sigh in the void, some feel melancholy, some seem to be reminiscing about the past, and some seem to be mourning an era.
But they were all looking at this sword, looking at this sword... returning the favor to Bai Yujing.
