In the quiet forest, the Piaomiao Sect team continued to search for Xiao Nuo.
Unknowingly, the sky lit up.
The morning light from the east breaks through the clouds and falls on the treetops, driving away the chill in the air.
"Sect Master, we have searched everywhere, but there is no trace of Xiao Nuo..."
Yan Kexian, Zou Mian, Zuo Lie, Liu Yunzhu and other high-level sect members, as well as core disciples, came back one after another to report.
Their faces showed fatigue.
In front of everyone is a pavilion for resting.
The leader of the clan, Han Changqing, stood inside with his back to everyone and remained silent.
Seeing that Han Changqing was still silent, Yan Ke took a few steps forward and said, "Sect Master, what are you doing?"
Han Changqing raised his head and turned around immediately, his eyes full of sadness.
"Sect Master..." Yan Ke was surprised at first.
Others followed suit and took a step forward.
Han Changqing looked at the bench in the pavilion.
On the bench, the third elder, covered in blood, was lying there quietly, his face was calm and kind...
"Third Elder..."
Zou Mian called out.
The other party did not respond.
Everyone looked at each other, Zuo Lie, Jiang Yao, and Liu Yunzhu also looked at each other.
A trace of panic appeared on everyone's face.
"Who is this, Third Elder?" Everyone looked at Han Changqing.
Han Changqing's figure looked extremely thin. He closed his eyes deeply, and even his voice was hoarse.
"The third elder...is gone!"
What?
Everyone's eyes widened, and they all felt like thunderbolts were exploding above their heads, and their brains went blank.
Yan Ke staggered back a few steps first. If Zou Mian hadn't been holding him up, he would probably have fallen to the ground.
"How, how is it possible..." Yan Kexian was trembling all over, even though he was an eight-foot man
Yan Kexian couldn't help but his eyes turned red.
"Xiao Nuo..." Yan Kexian gritted his teeth, "You have let down the Third Elder's hard work in cultivating you. No matter who you kill, you can't kill him!"
Yan Ke first clenched his hands into fists, feeling sad and angry.
Zou Mian, the master of Yuanlong Palace, also had a gloomy expression, "Third Elder...how could you just leave like this?"
Tang Lie, the deputy head of the Guixu Hall, had something to say at this time. He jumped up and cursed, "I just said, Xiao Nuo can't stay, can't stay... Sooner or later, if you keep him, big trouble will happen to him. Now it's better, Zhao Wuji
The master of the palace was killed, and the third elder was also killed by him. He is hopeless."
The true disciple Zuo Lie frowned and retorted, "Master Tang Lie, at this time, do you need to complain? Xiao Nuo is also a victim. He was tricked by the Tiangang Sword Sect and lost control.
"Today's situation is not what we want to see..."
"So?" Tang Lie responded to Zuo Lie, "Are we going to let him continue to kill like this? Isn't the primary reason why he practiced "Blood Cultivation with One Sword" privately?"
"you……"
"Shut up, everyone!" Yan Ke shouted angrily.
At this moment, he was in a state of confusion, and listening to the quarrel in his ears made him even more irritable.
Yan Kexian's eyes were stern, and he gritted his teeth and said, "The death of the third elder must not be left alone. Someone must give an explanation for this. Even if I dig three feet into the ground, I will find Xiao Nuo..."
After saying that, Yan Ke wanted to turn around and leave.
Zou Mian followed, "I'm with you!"
At this moment, the sect leader Han Changqing stopped the two of them with a cold voice.
"return!"
The two of them paused.
Han Changqing spoke with a heavy tone, "The third elder has dedicated his life to the Piaomiao Sect. What you have to do now is to bring him back to the sect!"
Hearing "bring back to the sect"
"With these four words, everyone's hearts tightened.
Han Changqing continued, "No more troubles can happen to anyone in the sect. We will wait until the funeral affairs of the third elder are settled before we discuss other matters!"
As the head of a sect, Han Changqing must stand up and take charge of the overall situation at this time.
He suppressed everyone's emotions and seemed to be suppressing his own.
"The third elder is my mentor, and also my best friend in life. Next, I will personally carry him back to the sect, please...lead the way in front and protect behind!" ??
After hearing what Han Changqing said, everyone couldn't help but lower their heads.
Yan Kexian and Zou Mian immediately suppressed the anger in their hearts and walked back to Han Changqing.
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Piaomiao Sect!
Chaos!
It was much more chaotic than when Zhao Wuji was killed.
The news of the third elder's death directly caused an unprecedented sensation.
"It's hopeless. Then Xiao Nuo is completely hopeless. Even the sect's hard-working veterans have been killed."
"It's so abominable. As expected, those who practice "Blood Cultivation One Sword Slash" will eventually embark on a path of no return."
"The death of the third elder will be an immeasurable loss to the Piaomiao Sect. I feel that the entire sect is going to be in chaos!"
"..."
The Piaomiao Sect, after causing a huge sensation, was immersed in endless sorrow.
As the most virtuous and respected veteran of the sect, the third elder was deeply respected by everyone in the sect. Compared to the sighs and anger when Zhao Wuji was killed, everyone felt more pain and regret.
The Immortal Palace!
The master of the palace, Lin Tiantung, stood on the top of a cliff.
Under the setting sun in the evening, a hidden smile appeared on Lin Tiantung's face.
"It seems that this plan has achieved unexpected results. It's time to prepare for the next step!"
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bamboo forest!
The afterglow of the setting sun dyed half of the sky red!
The slender and light bamboo leaves exude a bright luster!
This is a bamboo garden.
Houses, yards and other buildings are all made of green jade pillars.
The backyard of the Bamboo Garden.
A pavilion, a piano stand, a guqin, an incense burner...
There was smoke from the kitchen, the music of the piano was melodious, and a figure in a gorgeous robe sat in the pavilion.
The curtain fell down, covering the other person's figure.
Not far below the pavilion, Haisheng Mingyue, the proprietress of Shili Yanyulou, was sitting sideways on a spacious stone chair. Her slender legs were crossed together. Although she was sitting in a cross-legged posture, she was extremely elegant.
In addition, the smoke is puffed out slightly, making it even more enchanting.
"Here we come!" The bright moon on the sea raised her beautiful eyes lightly, with a glimmer of light in her eyes.
Then, a mist-colored wind rushed in from outside the bamboo garden...
The sand and dust stirred, the fallen leaves danced, and the invisible and powerful force of the sword gave people a sense of oppression.
Looking at the people coming in, the bright moon on the sea stood up to greet them.
"Gee, the Lord of the Sword Sect has arrived, and he has been greeted from afar..."
Feng Jinxiu, the leader of the Tiangang Sword Sect, had cold eyes. He did not respond to the bright moon on the sea. He looked directly at the figure sitting in the pavilion.
"Where is the person I want...?"
"Wow!"
The air rushed toward the pavilion with a bone-chilling chill. The incense in the incense burner accelerated, the curtain hanging in the pavilion shook violently, and the sound of the piano inside stopped abruptly.
"Sword Master, let's see..." said the man in the pavilion.
"Huh?" Feng Jinxiu's eyes narrowed.
Then, there was a sound of opening the door, and a bamboo house on the left was opened. Inside, a young figure with wounds all over his body and a pale face was trapped by a rope...