The uninvited guest first looked at Xian Shen Jiuliu carefully, and then said unwillingly: "I didn't expect that a remnant of the Yu clan would have such an immortal posture after growing up in the Holy Mountain for several years."

Shen Jiuliu's pupils shrank suddenly. He was very familiar with the word "Yu Clan". It would appear in his mind every month when he suffered the heart-gnawing pain, as well as the calls in his dreams...

When Shen Jiuliu was lost in thought, a black mist floated by. When Shen Jiuliu looked up, the man in black had disappeared.

"Capture alive." After he finished speaking, several streams of light chased in the direction of the black mist.

Shen Jiu stayed where he was and waited for a long time until his subordinate returned empty-handed.

Looking at the blood on the ground, an unpredictable emotion flashed in his eyes.

Everyone who came here chased him to the Holy Mountain. It seemed that there was something about him that would make those people flock to him like moths to a flame.

"Jiu Liu, Jiu Liu, are you okay?" When she heard that Shen Jiu Liu was assassinated, Suzuran dropped what she was doing and hurried over.

Seeing a pool of blood on the ground, she asked in a panic: "Jiu Liu, where are you injured? Tell me where you are injured?"

She stepped forward helplessly and touched Shen Jiuliu's body, fearing that there might be some serious scars on Shen Jiuliu's body.

Shen Jiuliu took a step back, his eyes as cold as before: "Sister, there is no need to panic, I am fine, these bloodstains belong to the assassin."

Seeing her junior brother hiding from her, Linglan's eyes were a little sad, but when she heard that her junior brother was not injured, she became happy again: "Junior brother, it's okay."

She said angrily: "I don't know who he is, but he dares to break into the Immortal Sect and assassinate you. I told grandpa that he must catch that person."

Shen Jiuliu was silent for a moment and said softly: "Senior sister, I have decided to leave the Holy Mountain."

Suzuran was stunned: "Leave the Holy Mountain? Why, isn't it bad here?"

Shen Jiuliu stood on the edge of the cliff, watching the waves rolled up by the sea breeze, with his black hair flying and his white clothes fluttering, as if he was an immortal riding the wind.

Just when Linglan thought she couldn't get the answer, Shen Jiuliu's light and ethereal voice came: "The Holy Mountain is very good, but I have unresolved regrets and can't stay here forever."

Today, the assassin's words "remnants of the Yu clan" stuck in his throat. If he is really from the Yu clan, does it mean that all other clan members are no longer in the world?

Thinking of this, Shen Jiuliu felt heartbroken and unbearable: "Sister, I must leave here to find out my life experience and find out my forgotten past."

Seeing his determined look, Linglan knew she couldn't stop him. She said to Shen Jiuliu, "I'll leave with you."

Shen Jiuliu refused directly: "Sister, this is my private matter, and I want to handle it alone. Moreover, the Great Elder and Master will definitely not let you leave the Holy Mountain."

"Then we will get married when you come back." Suzuran summoned up the courage to say.

Shen Jiuliu looked at the anxiety and nervousness in her eyes without any mercy, and his eyes were cool and cold: "Senior sister, you know, I have never considered emotional matters."

When Linglan heard that he rejected her again, she sniffed and almost cried. After enduring it for a long time, she said in a low voice: "Then when you come back, if you think about your relationship, think about me first."

Shen Jiuliu held the sword and turned around to leave: "Senior sister, I can't guarantee anything to you, just leave everything to chance."

Looking at Shen Jiuliu's leaving figure, Linglan finally couldn't help standing there and cried: "Shen Jiuliu, do you know that I have always liked you, I like you."

When Shen Jiuliu heard her cry, he didn't look moved at all and left without stopping.

Emotional matters cannot be forced. If you don't love, you don't love. There is no heartbeat or pity, so there is no need to think about it.

He walked toward the sect master's retreat with a cold look on his face. Since he was leaving, he needed to inform his master.

When he came to the cave, he knelt down directly, and his cold voice was tinged with sadness: "Master, I want to leave the Holy Mountain. I can't stand the nightmares every night, and I also want to know the forgotten past. What exactly is it like?”

The miserable wailing in the dream, the hot blood that caused him extreme pain, and the sounds of 'Yu Xiu' were all unforgettable for him.

"I wonder where the people I love and who love me are."

Is there anyone who has survived like him, or is struggling somewhere he doesn't know?

"They tried their best to keep me alive, but I completely forgot about them."

No one in this world remembers them anymore, how sad.

"Master, I don't want to live like this in a state of confusion and ignorance."

After a long time, Shen Xi's voice came from the cave: "Go ahead and come back after your matter is resolved."

Shen Jiuliu's face lit up: "Yes, thank you Master."

Qingbo was picked up by the neck and thrown into the boat on the sea. The man said disdainfully: "What a waste. He is hundreds of years old and he can't even beat a kid in his early twenties."

Qingbo's face turned red, but he also knew that the person in front of him could not be offended, so he forced out a smile and said: "I made a mistake in judgment. If I had known that the cultivation level of the remnant of the Yu family would advance so quickly, I would never be so impulsive." act.”

Who would have thought that that remnant was actually extremely talented, no wonder the Master of the Immortal Sect accepted him as his disciple.

The man sneered: "If it weren't for the Immortal Sect's territory, we and the demon cultivators wouldn't be able to come forward, so why would there be any use for a waste like you? If you can't catch anyone, you'll scare the snake. You almost have people chasing me into Wuxin Cliff."

Qingbo was scolded like a grandson but he didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction. Seeing his attitude, the man was totally unmotivated. He waved his hand boredly and said: "Okay, you can go, the venerable will take care of you." "

Qing Er stepped forward and helped Qing Bo onto the boat. His spiritual energy surged and the boat quickly disappeared into the sea.

The day after Qingbo left, Shen Jiuliu said goodbye to everyone in the Holy Mountain and left with his sword.

On the top of the cliff, Linglan watched the sword light streaking across the sky. She had an inexplicable illusion that her junior brother would never come back. She clasped her hands together and murmured: "Shen Jiuliu, I'm waiting for you in the Holy Mountain. I've been waiting for you."

Wuxinya, Leng Ningyue jumped up in surprise after receiving the news of Shen Jiuliu's departure. This was really a God-given opportunity.

Without the protection of the Immortal Sect, a little baby is not easy to capture.

She immediately sent a message to Qingbo and sent her confidants to leave the Holy Mountain and go to Ziwei City to assist Qingbo in obtaining the essence and blood of the Sword Emperor.

That's right, we can only help.

On the holy mountain, if the demonic cultivators just come out of the mountain, it would be fine, but if they take action, not only will they be suppressed by the Biyan Demonic Prison, but the Immortal Sect will have corresponding people come out of the mountain to prevent the demonic cultivators from causing harm to the world.

No matter how conceited Leng Ningyue was, she would not dare to do this. If she blatantly let her own people run the show, Shen Xi might appear in front of her the next moment.
Chapter completed!