The Fuhai Sect suffered a heavy blow. After a rough inventory, nine out of ten descendants were missing. The "Sword Pavilion" was missing two flying swords, "Wanren" and "Guinji". The losses were immeasurable. Buzhou Mountain was devastated, and the mountains were left with water.

Unable to find a place to live, Zhi Qihe and others thought that they were not capable of using their great supernatural powers to control mountains and waters and rebuild the sect. However, it was not easy to abandon Buzhou Mountain and move to another place. Zhi Qihe was restless and thought about it.

He took out the red beads given to him by Wei Shiqi when he said goodbye and rubbed them around, feeling a little undecided for a while.

Fragments of memory floated here and there, like snowflakes accumulating thicker and thicker. Zhiqihe sat there for a long time, blessed in his heart, and remembered a lot of things. The master of Fuhai Sect passed on word of mouth, some unknown spells, until Zong Saiteng cast a spell

Only after his magical powers disappeared completely did he truly understand the secret hidden in it. From the beginning to the end, Sword Spirit Wanren was the insider, the key, the key, but he was arrogant and said nothing, and would rather sell out to

Outsiders are not willing to say a soft word to the sect.

Luo Yaohuang is a murderer with blood on his hands. He seizes the fortune of Fuhai Sect and takes the first step with Wanren. Zhi Qihe is unable to save it and can only watch the decline of Fuhai Sect. Without Buzhou Mountain, it is gone.

For a whole generation of disciples, he could imagine how difficult the next few decades would be. They would withdraw from the top ten sword sects and linger on, moving to remote places to quietly accumulate strength and seek opportunities for a comeback.

He was unwilling to do so.

What Fuhai Sect cannot get must not fall into the hands of that murderer! A trace of determination flashed in Zhiqihe's eyes, and he pinched the red bead hard with his thumb and index finger, and a wisp of blood was fleeting. The message has been sent, there is no way out.

, Zhi Qihe took a deep breath, stood on the third floor of the "Sword Pavilion", looked at the only remaining disciple of Fuhai Sect, and gradually calmed down.

Qi Hong sorted through the essence and blood in the jade bowl and picked out the deceased disciples. There were not many left. She felt slightly sad. She looked up at her senior brother and saw him standing alone outside the cliff, holding the railing and facing away from her.

, the cold wind and rain rushed towards her face, mostly covered by her senior brothers, and only a little bit of it hit her. The Fuhai Sect was in a state of crisis, whether to continue to stay in Buzhou Mountain or to go to another place, it was necessary to make a plan as soon as possible.

Sitting on the shoulders of his senior brother, Qi Hong felt the same but couldn't do much to help.

The sky was getting dark, and the night flooded Buzhou Mountain like a tide. Qi Hong lit the oil lamp, and the light and shadow swayed. Just as he was about to step forward to say something, he suddenly saw a flash of blood on the horizon, thousands of miles away in an instant, and came towards the "Sword Pavilion". Zhiqi He

Turning around, he took the oil lamp from his junior sister and ordered her to go down to the ground floor and guard the door. No one was allowed to greet him or disturb anyone. Qi Hong glanced at his senior brother and saw that he had a serious look on his face, as if he had made some determination. His heart trembled slightly and he hurriedly

Go down the wooden ladder.

Where the blood fell, Wei Shiqi and Ding Ning appeared quietly. Zhi Qihe stepped forward and bowed deeply, saying solemnly: "Mr. Wei, a laborer, traveled thousands of miles, and Buzhou Mountain suffered such a disaster. He didn't provide good hospitality, but he still hoped for Haihan.

"

Wei Shiqi waved his hand and said casually: "It was Luo Yaohuang's handiwork. A blow from Xingtian's giant shield destroyed all the eggs in the nest. Fortunately, the leader of the branch was in Luojia Lake and escaped."

Zhi Qihe sighed and did not want to talk more about Fuhai Sect's experiences. He changed the topic and said: "After returning to Buzhou Mountain, Zhi remembered many old things again, but it was passed down by word of mouth from the successive heads of Fuhai Sect.

The ears of outsiders have not known the secret until now."

Wei Shiqi glanced at him, guessing something in his mind, and said, "I'd like to hear the details."

Zhi Qihe led him to the altar table, looked at the token "The position of the Supreme Elder Zong Saito", put three sticks of incense on it, silently prayed a few words, and said resolutely: "I will not hide it from Mr. Wei, the Supreme Elder Zong Saito"

Before ascending to the upper world, he left behind a 'Wanren Sword', placed restrictions on the sword spirit, and ordered it to guard Buzhou Mountain and guard the important place of 'Sword Pavilion'. Zong Shangzun left a message, the reason why he had a glimpse of the way of heaven and was able to use this world

A treasure that was born at the beginning of the world. If there are successors to the Fuhai Sect, they can practice the sword technique and reach the state of transformation. When they reach a point where there is no way to climb, they can go to the third floor of the 'Sword Pavilion' and pull out the 'Wanren Sword', and go to the unknown.

A place to seek opportunities.”

"Luo Yaohuang destroyed Buzhou Mountain and slaughtered the disciples of the sect. He is the sworn enemy of our Fuhai Sect. Zhi also knows that the powerful powers in the upper world regard us as ants, so there is no way to retaliate for this hatred. But the Supreme Lord

Although we cannot defend the opportunity left behind, we cannot allow it to fall into the hands of the enemy. As the head of the Fuhai Sect, Zhi Mou gave the treasure to Mr. Wei in front of the memorial tablets of the ancestors of all generations, hoping that Mr. Wei would seize the 'Wanren Sword'.

', took the treasure of heaven and earth, and carried it away to prevent Luo Demon Emperor from succeeding."

Zhi Qihe had already guessed that Wei Shiqi was also here for the legendary treasure, but he had a bottom line in his actions and was never aggressive. The ghosts of the lower clan have been causing trouble for hundreds of years, and the war has been endless. He was sent out of this world to avoid his death.

A life-and-death fight saved the lives of countless sword cultivators. Sword sects in this world, big and small, all benefited from him. This empty promise to give the treasure to Wei Shiqi was to vent the bad breath and to clear away the cause and effect. From then on, the two

Don't owe each other.

The treasure has no owner, the heaven and the earth are actually its owners, "gifting" it is just a joke, Wei Shiqi did not try to expose it, it is a good thing that the teacher is famous and less attracted by the world. He immediately nodded and accepted the cause and effect.

Zhi Qihe breathed a sigh of relief, took out a crumpled "Edict of Sin" from under the red copper incense burner, and solemnly handed it to Wei Shiqi. The "Edict of Sin" and the "Edict of Sin" came from the same furnace.

, Qi and machine are integrated, and they can sense each other from a distance. With this thing in hand, it will be a piece of cake to catch up with Demon Emperor Luo.

After giving him a peach and repaying him with a plum, Wei Shiqi thought about it a little and asked: "Buzhou Mountain was destroyed in one day, what is the next plan for the leader?"

Zhi Qihe looked lonely and sighed: "The earth's veins are broken, the earth's energy is in chaos, Buzhou Mountain is no longer a spiritual place, and it is not conducive to our practice. I abandoned my ancestor's homeland and moved the sect to another place. Although it hurts my muscles and bones, it will not be the same."

It’s imperative…”

Wei Shiqi said: "The broken earth veins can be restored, and the disordered earth energy can be sorted out. If you intend to stay in Buzhou Mountain, this is a trivial matter."

Zhi Qihe's breathing stopped suddenly. After a long time, he slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, saluted seriously, and begged: "It's hard to leave our homeland. I have to thank Mr. Wei for using the heaven-reaching method to renew the earth's veins, regulate the earth's energy, and overthrow the Hai Sect."

I can’t thank you enough, but if you are driven, you must try your best.”

In Zhi Qihe's view, rebuilding Mount Buzhou is too difficult to achieve, and he doesn't know where to start. But for Wei Shiqi, it's just a piece of cake. He doesn't even have to do it himself. He calls Ding Ning to give him a few words of care, and starts from the "Scroll of Creation"

A stream of "Qing Ling Qi" was taken out from the screen and handed over to her for consideration. Ding Ning's eyes lit up, with a smile on her lips, she generously put away the "Qing Ling Qi", and her figure disappeared into the night in a flash, passing by like a breeze.

Buzhou Mountain, explore the damaged areas of the earth's veins, and smooth out the earth's energy at will.

Luchuan Realm is the lower realm after all. Ding Ning was born in the Holy Spirit Clan and has great supernatural powers. By dawn, she had straightened out the earth's Qi. She faced the rising sun and pressed lightly, and the "Qing Ling Qi" penetrated into the earth's veins and healed the damaged areas.
Chapter completed!