Bai Xiaochun was in a state of excitement. He looked at Tiedan, the real face under the mask, and now he showed a happy smile, which was warmer. The stronger Tiedan was, the happier he was.

Especially when Bai Xiaochun heard the exclamation of the people around him, he was even more excited. He wanted to tell everyone that this is my iron egg!

But Bai Xiaochun understood that at this moment, Tiedan could not come. He stood in the crowd of Xuexi Sect and looked at Tiedan from afar. His eyes seemed to have a meaning that only Tiedan could understand.

"Good, go home, wait until my dad finishes my business and come back to find you."

Tiedan paused suddenly. It was very smart, especially when he followed Bai Xiaochun, who taught it a lot of things. At this moment, his eyes turned and he immediately guessed something. So after pausing, he bared his teeth at the Xuexi Sect, showing a cruel intention, but the eyes seemed to be vague and swept across Song Junwan's chest...

Others can't see what this gaze means, how could Bai Xiaochun not see it? He sighed in his heart and glared at Tiedan fiercely.

Tiedan quickly lowered his head, roared again, turned around and left suddenly, with a fast speed and disappeared in an instant. The battle beasts around him also roared a few times and returned to their respective masters.

The overwhelming momentum that had just been stirred up slowly dissipated at this moment. No one noticed that there was a look on the Iris Peak, looking at Bai Xiaochun in the Xuexi Sect's crowd from afar.

This gaze was a little strange. It was a woman, a woman dressed in simple clothes and beautiful face. Although her face was a little pale, it not only did not reduce her beauty, but instead made this woman feel pitiful, and people would feel pity when they saw it.

"Brother, it turns out that you have gone to Xuexi Sect..." The woman covered her mouth and smiled, but a strange light flashed in her eyes... She was Gongsun Wan'er, who disappeared in the abyss of the Fallen Sword that day. During the days when Bai Xiaochun left Xuexi Sect, she returned to Lingxi Sect!

When Gongsun Wan'er looked at Bai Xiaochun, the aura of heaven in Bai Xiaochun's body suddenly shook slightly. He was a little surprised, and he felt a vaguely concentrating on himself. He looked around and found nothing. When Bai Xiaochun was surprised, the old woman in the Iris Peak ahead took a deep breath and a smile appeared on her face. She felt that she was so good to Tiedan over the years, and it was indeed useful. As soon as she opened her mouth, Tiedan obediently left.

"Sorry, you'd better leave the North Shore." The old woman in Iris Peak was happy inside, but she showed a sense of sensation on the surface.

Song Junwan took a deep breath and it took a long time to suppress the uneasiness in her heart. Although she had known that Lingxi Sect had a king beast, now she saw it with her own eyes that the feeling of being truly faced was completely different.

"According to the secret report, this king beast was also cultivated by Bai Xiaochun. The way of heaven built the foundation, understood the water seed king beast, and cultivated it... What kind of person is this Bai Xiaochun! If this kind of person is me, a cultivator of the Xuexi Sect... it would be great." Song Junwan sighed in her heart, no longer the intention to continue visiting. When she heard the words of the old woman in Iris Peak, she was about to speak, but at this moment...

A cold snorted suddenly from the sky. The magnificent vortex that had always existed in the sky. At this moment, the figure of the ancestor of the Song family took big steps, and the blood was shining all over his body, walking out of the vortex.

Behind him, you can see Li Zimo, one of the ancestors of Lingxi Sect, in the vortex, with a little regretful look on his face and then comes out.

"My fellow Taoists of Lingxi Sect, don't make mistakes. Once the war starts, you can't stop!" The ancestor of the Song family looked gloomy, looked back at the vortex, then looked at Li Zimo, and spoke lightly.

"The conditions given by fellow Taoist Song are too harsh. My Lingxi Sect... would rather fight than breathe for a thousand years!" The answer to the ancestor of the Song family was not Li Zimo, but a vicissitudes of face that appeared in the vortex. This face was solemn, filled with the power of endless years, and the eyes were deep. When you opened your mouth, the sky was rippled.

This person is the ancestor of Lingxi Sect and Han Sect!

The ancestor of the Song family shrank, snorted coldly, and swung his sleeves. The blood light outside his body turned into blood mist and suddenly spread. His right hand grabbed everyone in the Xuexi Sect below.

"Let's go!" With his grab, all the blood stream cultivators, including Bai Xiaochun, flew out in an instant and rushed straight to the blood mist. After reaching the blood mist in an instant, the blood cloud rolled and rushed towards the distance.

The speed is so fast that it is gone in a flash!

All this changed too quickly. When the people of Lingxi Sect were shocked, the faces that had appeared before in the vortex in the sky were looking at the direction of the blood mist, and their eyes were filled with thoughts.

"Do we want to keep this old monster Song?" Li Zimo spoke slowly.

"This old monster Song has a good cultivation level. Among the eight ancestors of the Xuexi Sect, it can be listed as the top three in terms of combat power. If he dares to come alone, he must be prepared. There are frauds among them, and this matter is not in line with morality." A generation of ancestor pondered for a moment and said slowly. As for whether the main reason is the former or the latter, only he himself knows.

"Brother Han... Li felt that the Xuexi Sect was unwilling to start a war. Their conditions could be seen, which was already the limit given. We..." Li Zimo hesitated for a moment, unable to bear the death and injury of the sect in the future war, and spoke softly.

"Zi Mo, you are soft-hearted, but at this time, soft-heartedness is useless. I also know that once a war starts, there will be a life-and-death crisis, my Lingxi Sect will be in danger of extermination. Therefore, I agree with the conditions given by Song Wenyun. If we can not start a war, even if we miss this opportunity, it will avoid the destruction of the sect and the death of these younger generations..." The vicissitudes of Han Sect echoed, with fatigue. His words were not heard by outsiders, and only Li Zimo and several other ancestors could hear them.

"So we promised not to take the opportunity to attack the Xuexi Sect Mountain Gate, nor would we join forces with Kongheyuan, and we would indeed fulfill our promises, but we cannot allow the other party to set up the formation with Tongtianhe!"

"Once in order to avoid disasters at this moment, I agreed to the other party to arrange a formation with Tongtian River, causing the Tongtian River water to wither in our area, reduce the spiritual energy, seal us for thousands of years, everyone's cultivation has stagnated and cannot break through, a thousand years... I am afraid that it will take hundreds of years, and Lingxi Sect will die by itself, even if it has survived a thousand years... The sect at that time was much weaker than it is now. This is giving the initiative to others and leaving the disaster to future generations!"

"It's like a knife hanging around the neck. A thousand years later, the Xuexi Sect is different from now. It is already a midstream sect. It is countless times stronger, but we are fragile. At that time, they wanted to give us mercy and would choose to follow the agreement, but if they didn't want to, they could easily destroy our entire sect!" The vicissitudes in the eyes of a generation of ancestors seemed to see death a thousand years later, and their tone was low.

"It has been sealed for thousands of years, and it seems that it has avoided death and injury, but in fact, it has left behind a great threat to extermination in the future. It is not as changeable as the present. Even if the war really starts, Lingxi Sect is not as strong as Xuexi Sect, but it is also very powerful. With external forces, everything is possible."

"Zi Mo, look at things. As ancestors, we cannot look at the present. We need to add time to see the overall situation and the future!"

"Lingxi Sect... would rather die in this generation of iron-blooded battle than be like a dog, and it would be fine if there is hope in a thousand years, but it is clear... This is a dead end!" The ancestor of a generation looked tired, and after saying that, it gradually dissipated in the vortex. Soon, the vortex of the sky disappeared. Li Zimo was silent for a moment, showing a sense of fighting in his eyes. He understood that the ancestor of a generation was right, and he still had hope to survive, but if he lived on his knees, he would definitely die miserably in the future!

Soon after, the orders of the head Zheng Yuandong spread throughout the north and south sides.

"The sect formation remains open, the Luochen Mountains formation is ignited, and all disciples from the sect will be recalled immediately. All the cultivators... prepare for the battle!!"

At this moment, in the sky between Lingxi Sect and Xuexi Sect, blood clouds roared by. The monks of Xuexi Sect were all frightened. They saw the ancestor of the Song family sitting in the front, with a pale face and frowning all the time, as if they were full of infinite thoughts.

Especially when I remembered the words that the ancestor of the Song family said when he was walking in the vortex, it was obvious that this time the communication with Lingxi Sect failed.

After the failure, the war between the two sects could break out at any time. In this case, they felt that the journey back was full of dangers.

The God's Pursuit looked pale and bowed his head to deduce it. Bai Xiaochun was silent. He knew the whole story and understood the answer of Lingxi Sect at this moment. He sighed in his heart. This kind of major event that determines the sect cannot be interfered with or participated in. In his silence, he looked at the direction of Lingxi Sect from afar, and his heart was full of worries.

In front of the blood mist, Song Junwan sat next to the ancestor of the Song family, with a look of vigilance, looking around from time to time, and everyone was silent on the way back.

Time passed, and soon, the blood mist approached the Luochen Mountains. As long as you flip over here, you could return to the sphere of influence of the Xuexi Sect. The ancestor of the Song family opened his eyes, and the deep and cold light appeared in his eyes.

But until the blood mist flew across the Luochen Mountains and stepped into the scope of the Xuexi Sect, there was no ambush at all. Only after they left, the Luochen Mountains trembled and burst out with a light curtain, connecting with the sky. Looking around, a vast barrier formed, standing between the borders of the two sects.

"What a Lingxi Sect..." The ancestor of the Song family was silent for a moment, sighed lightly, deep in his eyes, there were regrets and respect. With a wave of his right hand, three light spots flew out of his cuffs, and in the air, they turned into three illusory figures. One of them, Bai Xiaochun, saw it, immediately recognized that it was Wujizi.

"Isn't it intercepted?" These three illusory figures were all the ancestors of the Blood Creek Sect. After they appeared, everyone in the blood mist paid a visit. After Bai Xiaochun also paid a visit, he looked up at the ancestors of the three illusory figures. Each of the three people had strange fluctuations and twisted nothingness. After Bai Xiaochun saw it, he was secretly shocked.

"I personally make bait. Whether they let me leave because of morality or suspicion, this is a kind of fearlessness and domineeringness. Lingxi Sect... This will be a strong enemy!" The ancestor of the Song family sighed softly.

The other three were also silent. Wujizi looked at the direction of Lingxi Sect from afar, shook his head for a long time, and sighed lightly.
Chapter completed!