In the conference hall, Uncle Twelve sat alone for a while, then stood up and headed for the Soul Palace. The tribe guarded by Uncle Twelve was already accustomed to him and automatically opened the door of the hall. The yellow light shone in the entire hall.

.

In the hall.

There are densely packed soul cards.

Among them, the soul lamp on the life soul card of Mr. Fu, the oldest in the Fu family, flickered and darkened at this time, and it seemed that it could be extinguished at any time. After Mr. Fu, it was the life soul card of the Zhi generation.

Nothing unusual.

On the contrary, the next column clearly states that Fu Molan's soul lamp is still on without checking it carefully.

Uncle Twelve frowned even deeper.

If Mr. Fu can break through to the Nascent Soul, then their Fu family will gain a foothold in the Great Zhou Dynasty and will be qualified to participate in the next trip to Kunlun World, but Mr. Fu is probably afraid that his hopes are slim.

What's even more blowing is.

As the hidden pillar of the Fu family, Fu Molan is also in danger of life and death at this time.

Once Fu Molan falls down.

The Fu family has no support from the god-transforming monks.

Their Fu family was afraid that the Lei family would be killed by the entire clan with the power of thunder in the next moment.

"Bless all ancestors, bless Hua Lan, and bless our ancestors to survive this disaster."

Uncle Twelve worshipped him on the cushion.

Among the layers of life soul lamps.

Among the row of life soul cards hanging in the air of the clan leader's life soul lamp placed, the sixth life soul lamp suddenly flashed at this moment, with a very fast speed as if it had never happened. Uncle Twelve seems to have

As he realized, he suddenly looked up at the hanging patriarch's tablet.

I watched it for a long time.

However, there is no exception.

Uncle Twelve then burst into laughter and shook his head:

"The sixth generation of patriarchs has passed away for nearly a thousand years, so why are they still alive?"

Get up from the futon.

Uncle Twelve went straight to the back mountain. After the clan members closed the Soul Hall, they saw the Soul Light of the Soul Light hanging high in the patriarch's tablet flashing again, and the light was so strong that even if all Soul Lights in the temple were brighter.

It's less than one thousandth of it.

If it is the twelve uncle here.

Surely shocked.

This incident will also cause a stir in the Fu clan!

.........

Back mountain.

Uncle Twelve stopped in front of a secret room for a long time.

final.

He still took out a simple messaging token engraved with complex runes. He saw him chanting a special spell. The spell sounded, and the runes on the token squirmed, as if they had come alive.

With a humming sound, the token turned into a fire and shot towards the secret room.

In the secret room.

But see.

A quaint sword with green light flashing floating in the air.

Under the sword.

Fu Zhihong's eyes were closed, and countless flying swords were lingering around him. The flying swords changed from time to time. As more and more flying swords condensed, the strange aura created in the secret room increased accordingly. When the aura was about to collapse, it was high.

The hanging blue light sword quickly dropped a trace of sword intent.

If Fu Shiyi is present, this sword intent.

You will inevitably be shocked.

Because this sword intent is almost the same as the blue light sword that fell in Bai Chen in Pingshan County.

It was at this moment.

A red light shot in from outside the secret room.

Fu Zhihong, who had been meditating and practicing, suddenly opened his eyes. In an instant, countless sword intents condensed in his eyes. The sword intent lingering around him roared, and all of them rolled back into the hanging green light sword. The green light flashed and fell.

In Fu Zhihong's palm.

Fu Zhihong wiped the green light sword in his palm like he touched his lover.

Unlimited sadness and memories appeared on his face.

Then his face turned cold.

The blue light sword turned into a blue light and penetrated into his body.

The sword intent of a monk who was already the same as that of a level of the Nascent Soul was instantly restrained.

Stretch out a hand.

The red light was pressed against the eyebrows, and after listening to Uncle Twelve's retelling.

Fu Zhihong frowned.

Pinch the gesture with your right hand.

A sword light fell on the door of the secret room, and the door of the secret room opened with a loud bang. Uncle Twelve, who was waiting at the door, looked apologetic:

"Class leader, I'm really sorry, I've disturbed you from retreating and practicing."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Fu Zhihong was radiant, and his twelve uncle looked tired and tired of dealing with various matters. He had no time to practice well, so he had decades of his skills, and he had not improved but retreated. The two of them entered the living room and sat down.

back.

Uncle Twelve said in a concise way that the common people of the tribes over the past few decades:

"Now the old man breaks through the Nascent Soul, he is afraid that he will have little hope."

"The most important thing is Hua Lan, I'm afraid she's in a deadlock. Over the years, we have also cut off contact with her. Hua Lan, this girl, married someone to be a concubine to save our Fu clan.

With a strong backer, the other party has nine wives and concubines, and each wives and concubines are cultivated by the Nascent Soul. She is alone. Even if Mrs. Qin is accompanied by her, Mrs. Qin is only cultivated by the Golden Pill. Over the years,

We have never given her any support. Now that she is in trouble, we have to reach out to pull her."

Uncle Twelve finished speaking.

Fu Zhihong fell into deep thought.

He frowned: "If you want to contact Hua Lan again, you have to do your best. Eleven is familiar with the Lord Mo of Lanyisi, and maybe she will give her a face. By the way, Eleven is in southern Xinjiang.

How about it? You should have returned to the clan according to the itinerary."

As soon as this is said.

Uncle Twelve's face turned even more bitter.

When Fu Zhihong saw that he was still in motion, he immediately became anxious: "What? Something happened on the 11th?"

"Well" Uncle Twelve said, "When the Eleventh Way of Baizhou, I happened to encounter the demons slaughtering Baizhou City. They all survived by chance in the war, but they disappeared mysteriously.

I have been unable to contact her for two years, and even Mo Lan and Yi'an cannot contact her. As for Shi Shuyuan, who followed Mo Lan, his father and daughter, also died in that catastrophe, and Tang Yongyi did not know how to die. That's it...

.....”

Uncle Twelve hasn't finished speaking yet.

Fu Zhihong suddenly stood up.

The worry on his face was visible, and there was a bit of complaint;

"That's important matter, why haven't you come to inform me for a long time? If Eleven really has a few shortcomings, then how can I explain to her mother? We used our entire clan's life to promise to take good care of Eleven.

Otherwise, the Eleventh Mother would not have left behind a treasure for him..."

Fu Zhihong's speech came to an abrupt end.

Excited for a moment.

It made him realize that he was a little out of control.

He stood up and said:

"You send someone to contact Princess Qilian from Baizhou first, and I immediately set out to Baizhou to find Eleven and others."

"Yes, patriarch."

Uncle Twelve bowed to his promise. Although he had been in charge of common affairs in the clan for decades, his own status and identity were clearly stated. In fact, when Fu Zhihong was in seclusion, he would not be disturbed unless he survived and died. This is why.
Chapter completed!