Half a minute later, the evil spirit sweeping the world slowly dissipated, and the screams gradually disappeared.
Yan Shouyi held the Zhenguo Sword in his hands and carefully felt the power from the Zhenguo Sword, but he couldn't help but sigh:
"This is not the real sword of Zhenguo."
Long Feicheng was shocked: "What do you mean? We were dazzled by Jiang Wuya?!"
"This is the Zhenguo Sword." Yan Shouyi explained immediately.
"Brother Yan, did I fight too fiercely just now and now I'm hearing hallucinations?" Long Feicheng flew around Yan Shouyi a few times and said, "Why can't I understand what you said?"
Yan Shouyi grinned and sighed:
"The Sword of Suppression in my imagination is a sword of kings that shocks the government and the public, the battlefield, and the world. But this Sword of Suppression is the incarnation of evil, pain, and killing. It is completely different from what I imagined."
Only then did Long Feicheng understand what Yan Shouyi meant.
He recalled some memories of Xie Qingcang in his previous life, and comforted Yan Shouyi: "The sword is in your hand. In the end, whether it is good or evil is entirely up to you."
"Haha?" Yan Shouyi was stunned, "If I can hear you say something like this in my lifetime, I will die without regrets."
Long Feicheng blushed: "This is how Xie Qingcang comforted General Qingjiang back then."
Yan Shou nodded. General Qingjiang killed many people with the Zhenguo Sword, but what he longed for most in his heart was peace, even though in the end he became a notorious murderer.
Zhenguo Sword only recognizes General Qing Jiang, but Yan Shouyi is the reincarnation of General Qing Jiang, so he can control him easily.
He put the Zhenguo Sword into his shoulder bag and looked back in the direction of the sacred tree.
The black evil energy was covering the sky and the sun, and was quickly spreading in their direction. Yan Shouyi quickly said: "It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. Let's get out of Daqing Mountain first."
Sanyuan landed on the ground, its broad wings allowing Yan Shouyi to ride easily.
Yan Shou turned around and looked at Yan Qiu and Jiang Qingxue: "Mom, Dad, come up too."
The two looked at each other and smiled: "No, we have our own mounts."
"Um?"
The two of them whistled, and two wooden cranes emerged from the forest. Although they were smaller than Sanyuan, they were much more agile.
Two cranes landed next to Yan Qiu and Jiang Qingxue, and lowered their heads loyally so that they could ride on them.
Yan Shouyi almost forgot that his parents were also descendants of Luban. They were also familiar with Mu Puppet Fatian's trick, so it was not surprising to have their own mount.
Yan Qiu picked up the unconscious Tong Jingcheng and everyone flew directly out of Daqing Mountain towards the camp.
Looking back from a high altitude, Yan Shouyi saw that the sacred tree looked like a volcano, constantly spewing out the breath of death.
Wherever the breath of death goes, it becomes a restricted area for life.
"The air of death is absorbing the vitality and feeding it back to the sacred tree." Yan Shouyi said with a frown.
Jiang Qingxue sighed: "Jiang Wuya has been preparing for a thousand years, and the sacred tree is his biggest trump card. If we don't get rid of the sacred tree, even sealing Jiang Wuya for another thousand years will not help."
Yan Shouyi nodded slightly. He found that after he sealed Jiang Wuya, the troubles did not decrease, but became more.
First of all, the biggest hidden danger is the sacred tree. If left unchecked, the sacred tree will soon swallow up the entire Xichuan, and all the people in Xichuan will die.
But so far, everyone still knows nothing about the sacred tree. They don’t know what the sacred tree is, nor what it will become in the end.
After Yan Shouyi decided to go back, he immediately sent people to investigate the sacred tree. Even if he went through all the ancient books, he still had to find out its origin.
The most urgent task is to evacuate the people of Xichuan quickly.
This is what troubles Yan Shou the most.
Since the development of Xuanmen, it has suffered several heavy blows caused by history, and it is no longer what it used to be.
Most people today are atheists and only believe in science.
Fortunately, the people in Xuanmen also have a tacit understanding and will not easily show their abilities in front of ordinary people. They just hide in the dark and quietly protect the people.
The emergence of the sacred tree will force the Taoist world that has been hidden for many years to be exposed to ordinary people's vision. This will have a huge impact on today's society. It is not an exaggeration to say that it will change the current world structure.
With Yu Luming's life and death uncertain, the heavy responsibility of leading Xuanmen rests on Yan Shouyi's shoulders. He must seriously think about how to face the next flood and waves.
…
Outside Daqing Mountain, inside the camp.
The faces of the people who escaped from the Daqing Mountains were all pale, and the feeling of escaping from death made it difficult for them to calm down.
Wang Jixiang was leading people to count the number of people, and the results he got made him look gloomy.
Although they entered the mountain for the second time and rescued most of the Xuanmen seniors and brought back Yu Luming, they also lost a lot of young strength.
What made Wang Ji most heartbroken was that in order to protect everyone when they evacuated from the Kunlun Mountains, the Yan family left everyone behind, so no one came back alive.
The Yan family, which was once able to rank among the second-rate sect, now only has a few old people, children and women left, and there is not even a man who can stand up and take care of things.
It can be said that the inheritance of the Yan family may end with this generation.
After listening to everyone's reports, Wang Jixiang let out a long sigh.
"I don't know what's going on with Lao Yan. If he doesn't come back, the world will be over."
Just when Wang Ji was worried, a burst of birdsong suddenly came from the sky.
Immediately afterwards, Yan Shouyi, Yan Qiu and Jiang Qingxue suddenly landed in the camp.
Everyone was startled at first, and then they all looked surprised when they saw that the person coming was Yan Shouyi.
"President Yan, President Yan is back!"
"Thank God, President Yan is back alive. There is still hope for everything!"
"I wonder if the plan was successful? Has Jiang Wuya been sealed?"
Everyone gathered around and asked Yan Shouyi how the battle was going.
Yan Shouyi didn't feel too much joy in his heart, because for him, it was not a victory now, and Xuanmen had lost so many people, so he couldn't be happy.
But in order to boost his morale, he still forced a smile and shouted loudly: "Jiang Wuya has been sealed by me!"
Very good! !
The crowd burst into cheers instantly, and some even cried with joy.
Of course they knew that this was not the final victory, but the previous failures made them despair of Jiang Wuya's strength.
This is the first time they have the upper hand, which is equivalent to seeing the dawn of hope.
How could you not be happy? !
At this moment, everyone is united and united like never before!
Yan Shouyi took the opportunity to say: "But the matter is not over yet! The sacred tree spurts out a large amount of death energy, and it will soon engulf the entire Xichuan! We must quickly discuss a countermeasure, otherwise Xichuan will be destroyed!"
