Elder Nong left the Zixiao Sword Sect, but at this moment, no one in the Zixiao Sword Sect knew that Jian Chen, the young master of the Zixiao Sword Sect, had also disappeared from the sect, and no one knew where he had gone.
At the same time, millions of miles away from the Zixiao Sword Sect, the middle-aged man in black, whom Chen Shuzhi called his uncle, was standing on a mountain peak, staring in the direction of the Zixiao Sword Sect from a distance.
His strength has reached the seventh level of the Immortal Emperor Realm, and his spiritual consciousness is very powerful. He can clearly observe the situation in the Zixiao Sword Sect with just a ray of spiritual consciousness.
"The fish has been hooked!" A faint smile appeared on the middle-aged man's mouth in black, and he said: "When you die, without your hindrance, Shuzhi will be the real one in the sect. When the time comes, we will
Let Shuzhi try to conquer the Immortal Devouring Demonic Flower."
"If Shuzhi really succeeds in conquering the Immortal Devouring Demonic Flower, then our lineage's disadvantaged position within the sect will be reversed in an instant..."
The eyes of the middle-aged man in black seemed to be able to clearly see the figure of Elder Nong, who was flying away from a distance of millions of miles. The smile at the corner of his mouth grew thicker and he murmured in a low voice: "Shu Zhi, because of the messy blood in your body, you have been in trouble since you were a child.
You were so spurned that even your biological father wanted to abandon you. You once suffered a lot and were forced to leave the clan early."
"It wasn't until later that you became the sect leader of the Zixiao Sword Sect by chance. With this special status, you gained some status within the sect."
"But such an identity alone is not enough, because once the Zixiao Sword Sect disappears, you will soon return to the past. With the current strength of the sect, you will not let go of a first-level Immortal Lord Realm person."
In the eyes."
"But if you have an immortal-devouring demon flower from the ninth level of the Immortal Emperor Realm to assist you, not only will our lineage be proud of you and our right to speak will be greatly increased, but you yourself will also receive huge benefits...
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"Shu Zhi, you must keep this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity before you..."
The middle-aged man in black looked at Zixiao Sword Sect, seeming to be staring at Chen Shuzhi in Zixiao Temple, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.
At this moment, a young man came from afar and landed steadily behind the middle-aged man in black.
This young man was Yan Yun who brought news about Chen Shifang to the Zixiao Sword Sect and claimed to be an old friend of Chen Shifang.
"Junior Yan Yun, meet your senior!" Yan Yun bowed to the middle-aged man in black.
"Well, you did a good job!" The middle-aged man in black showed a meaningful smile on his face.
Yan Yun glanced at the back of the old man and asked cautiously: "Senior, I have something to puzzle you about. Is Bamboo Sword really Chen Shifang, a disciple of the Zixiao Sword Sect? I have known him for tens of thousands of years, and we have known each other for tens of thousands of years.
I never heard him mention it."
"In fact, you don't need to know whether he is a disciple of the Zixiao Sword Sect." said the middle-aged man in black.
Hearing this, Yan Yun looked startled, but he also knew that the person in front of him was a very powerful Immortal Emperor. Since the Immortal Emperor had spoken, even though he was full of curiosity, he did not dare to ask any more questions.
"If the senior has no other instructions, then the junior will leave first. Regardless of whether the Zixiao Sword Sect will help Zhujian or not, the junior must prepare more colored fairy crystals for the bamboo sword." Yan Yun said to the middle-aged man.
After bowing respectfully, he was ready to leave.
"No need, because there is no need for it anymore." The middle-aged man in black said softly. At this moment, a strong murderous intention flashed from his eyes, and he saw his right hand gently raised, and suddenly there was
A jet of black light penetrated Yan Yun's eyebrows at an incredibly fast speed.
In front of a strong man at the seventh level of the Immortal Emperor Realm, Yan Yun, who was only at the second level of the Immortal Lord Realm, had no resistance at all. He was killed easily and ended up with both body and spirit destroyed.
The middle-aged man in black held his palm in the void, and the powerful force immediately made the void tremble, while Yan Yun's body was turned into ashes bit by bit.
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High in the sky, a bright sword light cut through the sky, heading straight towards Qingtian City.
This sword light turned out to be the elder Nong of the Zixiao Sword Sect.
Elder Nong was not alone on his journey. Beside him, the stone puppet was following closely.
Along the way, Elder Nong was obviously extra vigilant. He was afraid that he would suddenly be attacked by a powerful enemy that he could not deal with. As a result, he would not have time to release the stone puppets and the Great Void Sword Formation. Therefore, he always kept the stone puppets in his mind along the way.
The puppet stayed outside, ready to fight at any time.
The distance between Zixiao Sword Domain and Qingtian City is quite far, and even with the speed of Elder Nong, it would take several days to travel there.
Fortunately, there were no dangers along the way. After several days of traveling, the farmer arrived at Qingtian City without any hindrance.
In Qingtian City, there are many Immortal Lord Realm auras that are faintly exuding. Most of these people do not deliberately restrain their auras. In order to facilitate their actions, they always keep a trace of their auras flowing out.
From these breaths, the elder farmer quickly noticed a breath that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
At the same time, in a very cheap restaurant in Qingtian City, a young man of about thirty years old was sitting at a table drinking wine.
Opposite the young man sat a middle-aged man with cold eyes and a sneer on his face.
"Bamboo Sword, you probably don't have many colored fairy crystals on your body. Once you lose the colored fairy crystals, I don't see how you can stay in Qingtian City. You must also know that without the blessing of Qingtian City, it will be difficult for you."
Escape to death." The middle-aged man said coldly.
"Hahaha, who said that I don't have many colored fairy crystals anymore? I'm not afraid to tell you that I still have a lot of colored fairy crystals on my body. At least it won't be a problem to stay here for hundreds or thousands of years. But your Yijian family, in order to contain them,
I really spent a lot of money to send an Immortal Lord like you to guard me all the time in Qingtian City." The young man laughed.
"The consumption in Qingtian City is really nothing to our Yijian family. Let alone hundreds or thousands of years, even if we stay here for ten thousand years, the consumed colored fairy crystals are just a drop in the bucket to our Yijian family.
.Zhujian, I would like to advise you, if you hand over that thing obediently, our Yijian family will let you go. Even if you broke into our Yijian family and killed those clan members, we can forget about it."
"This is your only chance to survive!" the middle-aged man from the Yijian family said expressionlessly.
When Zhu Jian was about to say something, his expression suddenly changed and he looked to the side.
At an empty table next to him, an old man was slowly sitting down. He restrained his aura and looked like an ordinary old man at this moment.
"Immortal King Realm Third Heaven!" With the realm of bamboo swords, he could still accurately see the old man's specific cultivation. However, when his eyes fell on the old man's face, his originally careless expression suddenly froze, Gu Jing Wubo's expression
My heart couldn't help but beat vigorously.
The next moment, Zhu Jian acted as if nothing had happened. He immediately stood up, went to the guest room on the second floor of the restaurant, and locked himself in the room.
Seeing Zhujian leaving, the middle-aged man from the Yijian family smiled coldly, got up and entered the guest room on the second floor.