"But with our current strength, even if we make one wrong step, Hanyue Palace will fall into an abyss of eternal destruction." The old man said worriedly.
"So what, if the sects are really in chaos and a few sects can survive, even if they are doomed, I will drag a few sects to bury us together, hahahaha." Palace Master Hanyue laughed.
His eyes showed the same crazy red light as Qing Lingyan.
Sigh... At an angle that she didn't notice, the old man sighed quietly.
"Send an order to Qing Lingyan, so that she doesn't have to come back in a hurry, and find a way to find out the whereabouts of the Cang Yuan Sword. If our Hanyue Palace gets the Cang Yuan Sword, who else can compete with me, then I will wipe out all the major sects.
, Hahahaha." After saying this, Palace Master Hanyue laughed loudly again, without any sense in his eyes.
The old man looked at her deeply and walked out. No one saw the helplessness and worry deep in the old man's eyes.
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From the Liuyun Sect, an old man in white clothes with wide sleeves stood on the majestic peak, staring at the sword shadow in the sky for a long time, with a bit of compassion in his eyes.
"Send the order and ask Ling Wushang to pay attention to the whereabouts of the Cang Yuan Sword. If you find anything, report it to the sect in time, but you are not allowed to do anything without permission." The old man said simply.
"Yes, Sect Master." The man responded respectfully and hurried away.
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In Tianxing Sect, on the observatory that towers into the clouds, an old man stands proudly with his hands behind his back, his eyes are as deep and unpredictable as the starry sky, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.
"Qianye, Qianxin, go down and take a look." After a long time, the old man whispered.
"Yes, Master." The two young disciples bowed and retreated.
At the same time, the sect leaders of each major sect issued the same order. The young disciples of each sect walked out of the sect and looked around for the whereabouts of the Cang Yuan Sword.
The pool of stagnant water that had been silent for nearly ten thousand years among the major sects was broken, and there was an undercurrent of storm approaching.
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"Cang Yuan Sword, it turns out you are talking about Cangyuan Sword." Even Huangfu Qingjue had a bit of surprise on his face at this time.
"In that battle ten thousand years ago, we, the monster beast clan, were defeated and were forced to live in confinement in Xiaoyin Ancient Mountain. The formations of the major sects also suppressed the awakening of the ancient bloodline of the descendants of the monster beast, and wanted us to stay in Xiaoyin Ancient Mountain.
It will fend for itself and perish. How can we not know about this wolfish ambition?
I thought that the monster clan would be in decline, but who would have thought that just before the death of that demon emperor, he discovered the existence of the Cang Yuan Sword and left his last words. Ten thousand years later, the Cang Yuan Sword reappeared in the sky, that is,
An opportunity for our monster clan to rise again.
We have been waiting for thousands of years, and finally the divine sword is born." Tears flashed in the Demon King's eyes.
"So that's it. Did the Demon Emperor ever say, how can this Cang Yuan Sword make your clan rise again?" Huangfu Qingjue asked with some emotion.
"The ancestors never said this." The Demon King said thoughtfully.
The two of them were talking, but no one noticed that Ling Chuxi was staring, deep in thought. An unusually cordial feeling arose in her heart, as if there was a strange feeling in the shadow of the sword that stretched between heaven and earth.
attraction.
In the sky, the sword body shook rapidly, and the light quickly gathered towards the center. A sword shadow that was only slightly larger than a normal long sword, but exuded more murderous domineering power appeared in front of the eyes, and then flew down to the ground like a meteor.
Come.
A clear chant rang out, echoing throughout the valley for a long time.