"Fang Jianshou asked you to come to me? I knew... How could Fang Jianshou avoid the pursuit of the Sanzhu Sanxian!"
Bai Lingyue sighed softly, and the last bit of expectation in his heart was gone. Everyone is now lonely ghosts, who can be better than anyone else?
After the gambling battle, the Burial Sword Palace returned to peace, and the fairy boat in the sky had long disappeared.
What people say now is not a gambling battle, but a rebellion between the Long family and the Sun family sword cultivator.
Obviously, the latter has an infinite impact on the Land of Prisoner Wind than gambling.
"The Long family and the Sun family are over this time, and the other two are probably not feeling well. I heard that the sword cultivators on their side... have all defected."
"More than that, many sword cultivators trained by the three major sects and even the Jiuxian Mountain Holy Land have left."
"How dare they do this in the past? But now all parties turn a blind eye."
"I heard that they will set up a sect next and recycle the sword scriptures of all parties. Whoever dares not hand over it will end up like the Long family and the Sun family."
Everyone's faces suddenly showed shock, and some people sighed: "It seems that when you meet a sword cultivator in the future, you can't be as polite as you used to."
"Who said no, the three-turn sword cultivator is so strange. How can they be promoted to the three-turn with just their life span?"
In the nearby teahouse, Fang Chen was drinking tea while listening to the group of monks talking loudly, and every sentence was always separated from the Long family and the Sun family.
Bai Qingming and the others soon arrived at the teahouse. Seeing the fireworks here full of breath, Bai Lingyue's expression became more and more dismal.
He was a sword cultivator with a great future, but now he has become a lonely ghost. He just wants to be a mortal and has no chance to be a mortal.
"Square sword head."
Bai Lingyue nodded at Fang Chen with weak energy, and then sat opposite him.
It seemed like he was sitting, but in fact he couldn't touch the stool at all, it was just a similar shape.
"Do you want to add some tea?"
A servant passed by here and asked politely.
"Add some more snacks."
Bai Qingming said with a smile.
“Good.”
When the servant left, Bai Lingyue looked at Bai Qingming and Fang Chen blankly, and said nothing for a long time.
After waiting for the tea to be added, Bai Lingyue said in disbelief:
"Why... can he see you!? Are you not dead!?"
No.
If Bai Qingming is not dead, how can he see himself? How can he enter a state of no one in the Burial Sword Palace?
With the current situation, even if Bai Qingming and Fang Chen are not dead, as long as they appear, they will inevitably attract pursuers to attack!
"I'm dead, Junior Brother Fang is not dead."
Bai Qingming picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, his eyes lit up: "It's this smell, it's not much different from when I was alive."
This scene immediately made Bai Lingyue greedy. He didn't expect that one day he would be greedy for such mortal food.
"Don't let you two keep it aside, what's going on?"
Bai Lingyue urged anxiously.
"Tell me on the way."
Fang Chen smiled, got up and walked out of the teahouse.
The two of them hurriedly followed, and Bai Qingming did not forget to put the snacks into his pockets, and asked while eating:
"Where are we going next?"
"Long family, I want to pick up a few people."
"Now go to the Long family? Isn't that going to fall into the trap?"
Bai Qingming looked strange.
"We are in the dark, they are in the light, what are you afraid of? You are not a monk on earth now, so you don't have to be afraid."
Fang Chen smiled.
“Yes…”
A smile gradually appeared on Bai Qingming's face.
Soon, the two followed Fang Chen into the underworld.
On the way, Bai Lingyue was also granted the title of Fang Chen and was able to possess entity in the world.
He finally understood why Fang Chen asked him to wait in place, and he was extremely grateful.
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Long Family, Ancestral Temple.
Long Jingyao, Long Jingguang, the second room, the third room, the Tiansha Dragon Girl, Long Jingchun, and the fourth room, the first and second-turned Sanxian, are now pale and obviously seriously injured.
Behind them, there were children from all the houses of the Long Family. Some had a bleak face, some had red faces and anger, and some had lowered their heads and dared not look at each other with nearby sword cultivators.
The Dragon Girl of the Heavenly Demon is the highest-ranking and cultivation among them. Everyone is like stars surround the moon, surrounded by her.
Not far away in front of them was a young man with white hair hanging down his waist. His eyes were as deep as the galaxy and his skin was as white as winter snow.
"The Long family's bloodline is over 10,000, and it's scattered all over the prison wind, but... I had ordered people to go there a few days ago, and I think they're dead too."
The white-haired boy smiled faintly.
When the Long family heard this, they were furious. They never thought that the group of sword cultivators they trained would turn against each other.
I never thought that they would be so cruel to attack the Long family.
"Who are you……"
The dragon girl stared at the white-haired boy with a sudden flash of surprise in her eyes.
"Tiansha Dragon Girl, do you remember me?"
The white-haired boy looked at her with a smile.
"Aunt, who is he?"
Long Jingchun gritted his teeth and said that the white-haired boy in front of him killed the Sanzhu Sanxian from their Long family and snatched the spiritual treasures of the Long family town clan.
Not only that, when they came back, almost 70% or 80% of the bloodlines of the Long family died. If even the Long family members outside died, the bloodlines would wither overnight!
"A long time ago, the Long family had only one sword courtyard, and at that time, there were only twelve sword scriptures in the Long family, one of which was called the Wuwang Sword Sutra."
The dragon girl with a serious look on the face of the dragon family, "The person who took back this sword scripture for the Long family was originally the posthumous son of a sword cultivator of the Long family.
His father had been dead in battle for many years. Seeing that the orphan and widowed mother were really pitiful, our Long family kept him in the Long family.
He didn't even have a name at that time, and then he took back the Wuwang Sword Sutra and was given the name Wuwang, taking his father's surname Li."
Everyone was shocked. The period of Wuwang Sword Sutra... has been too many years since then...
"I remembered that Li Wuwang, the original lord of the Sword Academy!"
Long Jingchun's eyes trembled: "Didn't you die in that sword fight..."
Long Jingyao and others remembered the other party's origin one after another, and their eyes became extremely shocked.
Even the younger ones have never seen Li Wuwang himself, they have also heard of his name.
The sword cultivator of the Nailong family, who was the most talented sword cultivator at that time, was already a scattered immortal before he transformed into a place!
"I'm not dead."
Li Wuwang chuckled softly, "Although the sword fighting lasted for seven years, the disciples of the Sword Academy were almost killed or injured, I finally crawled out of the underworld."
After a pause, "I dragged my body back to the Long family, but found that my wife and daughter could not bear the humiliation and committed suicide. Your Long family did things too well. Although I was defeated in that sword fight,
What do you have to do with them?”
The members of the Long family suddenly fell silent, some of them flickered, some of them were disbelief, and some looked fearful.
At this moment, countless sword lights broke through the air, and Li Changsheng and others fell behind Li Wuwang one after another.
Li Changsheng stepped forward and clasped his fists: "Father."
Father!?
Yan Kun was stunned.
The woman in the plain dress was stunned.
Long Xuan was stunned.
Fang Chen was stunned.
Everyone in the Long family was also stunned.
Li Changsheng, the son-in-law of the big house...is Li Wuwang's son!?