The ten holy places of Luozong are towering into the clouds, and the mountain wind howls from time to time, which can easily disturb the practitioners who are meditating. The smooth and round barrier is the perfect energy to isolate these sounds.

The same is true for the First Holy Land at this time. It is very quiet when no one is around.

However, it was a bit eerily quiet at this time.

The disciples of the three sects all held their breaths and looked in disbelief at the sword master Luo Shisan who was shot down by the master of the Demonic Sky Pavilion. Luo Shisan, one of the eight masters of the sword world in the Yun Sect, was given the nickname Sword Master Luo Shisan.

Thirteen.

Luo Shisan was not dead, but he just felt as if his chest had been hit hard, and his internal organs felt as if they had been smashed. It was extremely uncomfortable.

He tried his best to control the boiling blood.

A master of the Yuan Shen Tribulation Realm, lying on the ground, found it extremely difficult to find a support point to sit up.

No one helped him.

Everyone seemed to be frightened by Lu Zhou's clean and incredible palm.

The same is true for elders, sect leaders, or Yuntianluo himself.

Including Leng Luo and Pan Litian, who were standing not far behind Lu Zhou and watching... they couldn't understand... how was this palm done?

…

There was silence for a moment.

After all, Luo Shisan was unable to suppress the surging energy and blood. He was so suppressed that his face turned red and his ears turned red. He groaned and vomited out blood.

"Senior Luo!"

"Elder Luo!"

The disciples of Yun Zong expressed worry.

The other Yunzong elders all looked at the master of the Demonic Sky Pavilion with fear.

A palm.

With just one palm, you can defeat the leader of the sword world.

What kind of means and strength is this?

That earth-level sword was as brittle as paper in Motian Pavilion's hands.

Yuntianluo pushed back, pushed away Feng Yi who was supporting him, pointed at Luo Shisan and said, "You want to rebel?"

Luo Shisan seemed to have been poured cold water on him, and all his hatred was extinguished.

"Master Patriarch?"

"Who gave you the courage to assassinate my distinguished guest?" Yuntianluo asked.

Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said indifferently:

"Do you want to avenge the sword madman Luo Changqing?"

"Yes." Luo Shisan answered decisively.

"If it wasn't for Yuntianluo's sake, the palm I struck just now would have killed you." Lu Zhou said truthfully.

With a sword and a palm, he used nearly one-third of his extraordinary power from the Heavenly Book.

Of course, he could use more than half of the magical powers of the Heavenly Book to kill Luo Shisan... But, he didn't do that.

Yuntianluo spent twenty years in his life to recreate the scene that impacted Jiuye.

Give this face to Yuntianluo.

"Could it be that... my junior brother's death was in vain?" Luo Shisan said.

A burst of disdainful laughter came from the Chuanyun Flying Chariot: "What a joke... Luo Changqing took advantage of someone's danger to assassinate my second senior brother. Do you want us to just sit there and wait for death?"

Assassination?

Luo Shisan raised his head and looked at the flying chariot.

The person who spoke was Ming Shiyin, the fourth disciple of Motian Pavilion. After listening to Duan Xing's bragging that day, and talking about some details, he learned that Luo Changqing had assassinated his second senior brother.

Ming Shiyin said word by word:

"The Yun Sect sent more than a dozen practitioners from the Divine Court to participate in the siege of the family master in Qingyang Mountain. How do you settle the score?"

"Also, Ding Fanqiu, the sixth elder of your Yun Sect, pretended to be a master and committed mischief in the Dutianjiang area. How will this account be settled?"

"You are the Sword Master of the Yun Sect, and you are from a well-known and righteous family. How come you don't even know a little bit of etiquette, justice and shame?"

"If I were you, I should kill my relatives out of justice and kill Luo Changqing first. Maybe, I will still respect you three points! Now... Bah!"

What Ming Shiyin said was exactly what Lu Zhou was thinking.

This disciple is right.

Luo Shisan's face turned red.

I don't know if it was due to anger or the residual power of that palm.

Yuntianluo has been in seclusion all year round and has long stopped asking about these worldly matters.

If not, we would not see the three sects separated and becoming independent.

Yuntianluo glanced at the three sect masters

"Is this true?"

The leader of the Yun Sect, Yun Wuji, knelt down and said, "This... Grandmaster, please listen to my explanation."

"In the case of Ding Fanqiu, I sent the special envoy Li Yundao to hold Black Mulian to apologize to Motian Pavilion, and it has already been cleared up. As for the siege of the senior and the assassination of Mr. Motian Pavilion, the Yunzong brought the blame on himself and has no one to blame!" Yun Wuji lowered his head and said.

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Ming Shiyin smiled and said: "That's pretty much it... But I have to correct your mistake... The master killed Luo Changqing to protect himself. In the final analysis, the fault is yours. Logically speaking, Yunzong should apologize to the master.

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"..."

The disciples of the three sects all raised their heads and looked at the Chuanyun Flying Chariot.

This sounds strange...but it doesn't break the formation at all!

It's like a bad guy fails to stab someone with a knife and is killed in return. Who should he blame?

Because of these words, Mingshi was left speechless by Luo Shisan.

But, it's not over yet

"Luo Shisan, you are the only person who has survived under the sword of my second senior brother. Based on your understanding of my second senior brother, would he do such a despicable thing?"

Luo Shisan was stunned again.

Although he didn't have much contact with Yu Shangrong, he was sure that Yu Shangrong was not that despicable villain.

On the other hand, junior brother Luo Changqing is more likely.

He knows this junior brother very well... he will often do some rather outrageous things in order to achieve his goals.

Having said this, Yuntianluo nodded slowly, basically understanding the whole story...

His eyes darkened and he said:

"Yun Wuji."

"Master Patriarch?"

"come here……"

Yuntianluo's face didn't look so natural, and his chest seemed to be choked with a breath that couldn't be released.

Yun Wuji didn't know what his ancestor was going to do, so he walked over honestly.

Yun Tianluo suddenly raised his big hand... and slapped it with no mercy, even hitting Yun Wuji's face with a weak force of wind.

Snapped!

The voice was clear and powerful, and the slap was so real that half of Yun Wuji's face swelled.

"go."

Yuntianluo said, "Kowtow to Brother Ji and apologize."

Yun Wuji was stunned.

Ming Shiyin found it funny when he saw it, and thought to himself that the cultivation of the founder of the three sects had declined so much, and the most he could do was give him a slap in the face.

Lu Zhou sighed slightly... At Yuntian Luo's age, his intimidating power is not as good as before. The three sects have long since fallen apart and become independent. This reminded Lu Zhou of Ji Tiandao, or his current self.

As I get older, I can only slap myself.

"No need." Lu Zhou said.

"Um?"

"I have always been reasonable. For Yun Tianluo's sake, I won't let Yun Zong care about it... But if I do it again..." After Lu Zhou finished speaking, he snorted, making Yun Zong shudder.
To be continued...