Memories that had been forgotten for many years kept pouring into Xie Ting's mind, and he clearly recalled the day when the old sect leader passed away.
The old sect leader with cloudy but powerful eyes opened his eyes wide and looked at Xie Ting. He pulled Xie Ting with his old and withered hand, and said hoarsely and obscurely: "The ancestor of our Wuwu Immortal Sect is the supreme emperor of the three thousand worlds, Emperor Xuan Tian!
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After saying these words, the light in the old sect master's eyes disappeared, his body softened, and he drove west.
At that time, Xie Ting only thought it was the old sect leader's big words to comfort him before he died. He didn't take anything the old sect leader said seriously, and even forgot about it the next day.
Unexpectedly, after so many years, Xie Ting could think of it so clearly when he saw this token.
He looked at the token in his hand that was actually glowing with golden light, and a strange surging feeling arose in his heart. Xie Ting suddenly felt that the first generation leader of the Wuwu Immortal Sect... could really be the third generation leader as the old leader said.
The Supreme of Thousands of Worlds?!
If so, would the ancestor still be alive at this moment?!
When this idea appeared, Xie Ting ignored his messy clothes, grabbed the token and rushed outside.
Xie Ting had already made up his mind and decided to give it a try. If the ancestor was still alive, he would bring him back to save Tiandi City.
If the ancestor has already...then he can't be blamed.
How could he, a person with a mere cultivation level of the third level of spiritual nourishment, take revenge against someone at the earthly supreme level?
If the ancestor has passed away, then he will never set foot in Hongmeng Continent again and leave this place.
The world is so big, how can there be no place for him?
Xie Ting said in her heart as she ran out: "Master, master, if the ancestor is dead, then I have no choice but to leave. At that time, I will no longer care whether the Wuwu Immortal Sect is dead or alive.
You must not blame your disciple. If you do, blame your old man for not cultivating an heir who can surpass you in these thousands of years.
I finally went to that barbarian land to try my best to escape death, and it was already my last gratitude to you!
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Most of the disciples outside were driven away by Xie Ting, but Xie Ting still needed to tell them where he was going. If he didn't find his ancestor, then let them think he was dead!
In this way, there will be no crime of abandoning the sect.
When he walked to the practice square, Xie waved and wanted to call a random disciple.
But since Xie Ting had just been angry with them, no one would have just stepped forward.
In the end, only the current eldest disciple of the Wuwu Immortal Sect came to Xie Ting's side.
"Master."
The eldest disciple put away his sword and saluted Xie Ting.
Xie Tingcai had been in office for a little more than ten years, and he didn't have many disciples. This eldest disciple was the closest to him on weekdays.
"Xiao Jing, you must also know the situation outside."
When Xiao Jing heard Xie's words, he raised his lowered head in an instant, with worry written all over his face.
"What's wrong, Master? The disciple only knows that half of Tiandi City has been destroyed."
"Tiandi City is in trouble. Now I am going to the Nine-Death Realm to find Emperor Xuan Tian, the ancestor of our Wuwu Immortal Sect. If I bring my ancestor back, everyone will be happy. If..."
Xie Ting sighed and said: "Where is the nine-death situation? You are also a native of Hongmeng Continent. If I don't come back, you will succeed as the sect leader, compromise with Liuzhou City, and hand over the position of the first city.
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The tone he spoke was so sad that Xiao Jing's eyes turned red.
But although Xiao Jing is only sixteen years old, he is much more stable than Xie Ting, who succeeded to the throne in his eighties.
"Don't worry, Master, this disciple will definitely take good care of the sect!
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The situation at the foot of the mountain was critical. Xiao Jing had seen it there just now, so he did not doubt Xie Ting.
Xie Ting patted Xiao Jing's shoulder sadly and took out his dusty Tingfeng Sword.
His cultivation level is not enough and he cannot fly in the air, so he can only rely on his sword to reach the realm of narrow escape.
The sword flipped several times in the air and instantly became several times larger than before. It was suspended in front of Xie Ting and could move away at any time.
Xie Ting turned around and glanced at Wuwu Mountain, jumped on the Tingfeng Sword and immediately headed towards the realm of narrow escape.
At the same time, Ye Feng had already taken all the valuables from the Heaven and Earth Palace and moved elsewhere with his sword.
And Diting just destroyed half of the city, no more, no less.
He has a very clear racial concept in his heart. He values the laws of nature and does not allow others to violate him.
After destroying half of the city, Diting casually found a tea shop and drank tea leisurely.
The streets were full of people running around in fear. He moved all the people away before destroying the houses, so there were no casualties after destroying half of the city. At most, some people were accidentally injured.
At the same time, Chen Xuan was suffering from a narrow escape. Where did this truth go?
Suddenly passed away? But he is immortal.
When I was puzzled, a voice I hadn't heard for several days rang out.
[The current task is to train the descendants of Xie Ting and help him restore the city.
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Thank you for listening...
Chen Xuan almost misheard for a moment.
As soon as the system sound fell, Chen Xuan's originally lowered head instantly rose.