Chapter 731 Half-hidden sects all come out, the secret place of the sword mound
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"They have existed for decades and hundreds of years. They have penetrated into the food, clothing, housing and transportation of Hong Kong people, from the film and television industry, from the financial industry, from minibuses, taxis, vegetable markets... all aspects!"
"Hong Kong people are accustomed to their existence, the media is accustomed to it, and even the police are accustomed to it! It seems that the existence of these evil forces is natural!"
"But what you did tell me that no evil forces are invincible!"
"Justice may be late, but it will never be absent!"
"And until now, I realized that over the years, my father has never forgotten to avenge his mother! He has been collecting relevant evidence!"
"In the future, I will be fearless and dare to declare war on evil forces! Just like my father!"
"So, I want to thank you, thanks to every ordinary person who dares to fight against evil forces!"
Speaking of this, her legs were together, her delicate body in the police uniform was straight, and her right hand was raised to her eyebrows, giving Jiang Tian a standard police salute.
The beautiful face was full of respect, but crystal tears rolled in the beautiful eyes.
"Yeah, come on!"
"Your dad is a good cop, and sometimes, struggle requires a way!"
Jiang Tian patted her on the shoulder and turned around and walked towards the waiting hall.
Xu Zixuan and Fang Minxia were reluctant to part with each other.
Fang Minxia stretched her neck and looked at Jiang Tian's gradually disappearing figure in the ticket gate.
"He's gone!" Xu Zixuan sighed.
"Yes, he's gone!" Fang Minxia nodded with a lonely look on her face.
The little witch Xu Zixuan pursed her lips and smiled bitterly: "Stop looking, he has left, and he will not come back if you look at it!"
"well!"
Fang Minxia sighed, withdrew her gaze, and looked at the sky outside the glass window.
I don’t know that the shift Jiang Tian took would not fly past there.
"He is the dragon and phoenix in the sky, and we are not people from the same world as him!"
Xu Zixuan sighed quietly: "We just have a brief intersection with him!"
"yes!"
Fang Minxia withdrew her gaze and smiled:
"It's already great with this short intersection! I think I'm very lucky!"
"So too!"
Xu Zixuan took Fang Minxia's arm and walked out of the Hong Kong Island Airport together.
...
When Jiang Tian set off for Russia.
On Mount Emei, the red sun swells, and the clouds and mists are everywhere.
In the early morning, many disciples were practicing in the martial arts field as usual.
Suddenly, a long and earth-shaking roar was heard.
Everyone looked up in shock and saw a white lien that penetrated the heaven and earth squirting out of a hall and shooting straight into the sky.
During the white exercise, I vaguely saw this man's leopard head and eyes, his face was ferocious, and his eyes were as lightning.
A broad mouth reveals white teeth, a pair of small eyes are like black beans, and a black beard is like a sword and a halberd, like a steel brush.
Although this person was wearing a blue Taoist robe, he did not have the peaceful and dilute atmosphere of a monk. Instead, he was vicious and vicious, with a strong killing aura, just like a peerless general.
"This is……"
Song Shuangyan, who was practicing with a sword, was suddenly shocked, and the sword almost fell to the ground: "The head of the sect has come out of seclusion!"
Boom!
The void shook, and a man stepped on a sword and shot out, instantly passing through hundreds of meters of the void, floating on the martial arts field.
"Wait for the visit of the sect leader!"
Many elders, hall masters, and disciples all bowed to the ground with respectful eyes.
Whoosh!
The head of Emei, Hao Taichong, opened his mouth and took a deep breath. The blood-colored sword suddenly became smaller and fell into his mouth and was swallowed by him.
"Maintain a sword with your body!"
Seeing this scene, several old men who had reached the divine realm were even more frightened, and their faces were even more respectful:
"Congratulations to the master of the sect for achieving the 'Blood God Sword'. This time you have entered the real human immortal!"
Hao Taichong didn't answer, he didn't care, but just glanced at the audience and asked with a loud voice: "Who is Song Shuangyan?"
"Disciple Song Shuangyan, pay homage to the head!"
Among the crowd, Song Shuangyan, who was dressed in plain clothes and looked even more extraordinary, quickly stepped forward a few steps and bowed.
"I have seen the broken picture of the Immortal Ruins, it is true! From then on, you will be my personal disciple!" Hao Taichong said decisively.
"Thank you for your help!"
Song Shuangyan's eyes were excited, and she quickly knelt down and kowtowed, and her heart was secretly ruthless.
Jiang Tian, Jiang Tian, Hao Taichong is already at the level of a human immortal. Isn’t it easy to kill you?
"The head of the sect came out of seclusion this time..." asked an elder.
"It's time again when the Nine Sword Immortal, which is once every eleven years, fell to the ground and the 'Sword Tomb' was opened. I missed the last time in seclusion. This time, I'm going to go no matter what!"
Hao Taichong shook his sleeves and said disdainfully:
"By the way, kill that guy Jiang Taichu!"
As he said that, two sword lights that looked like substances shot out in his eyes, as if they could slash the world.
Song Shuangyan was surprised and bowed quickly and said, "Master, I am willing to go with you this time!"
"Agree!"
Hao Taichong said in a vain act:
"He killed my beloved disciple Baidicheng and also killed my sister Hao Hongmei! This time, I let him know the true power of the Emei Sword Sect!"
...
In Dian Cang.
Boom!
A loud bang came.
Many disciples saw it.
The Moyunding, among the nineteen peaks of Diancang, was directly smashed to pieces by a mountain falling from the sky.
"Are there any strong people coming?"
"Who! Who is making trouble!"
"Is it a master of magic? Is it possible?"
Many disciples were frightened and were ready to hold their swords.
"No! It's not a master coming! This is the master's breakthrough! Half-step human immortal, the mountain moving realm!"
The elder Liang Zichen, who was in surprise, looked at the direction of Moyunding.
despair!
Everyone saw a figure wearing a white Taoist robe, flying over a distance of several kilometers, stepping on a white cloud.
As soon as this person landed, he turned out to be a young man with sword-browed eyebrows, starry eyes, long hair, a tall figure and a strong breath.
If he hadn't been wearing a special brocade Taoist robe and holding a cloud-patterned sword that only the sect leader could use, everyone would not have realized that this would be Zhou Zixuan, the leader of the Diancang Sect.
"Rejuvenation, is this... a state of immortality?"
Liang Zichen was stunned.
"Congratulations to the head of the sect, who has broken through to the half-step human immortal! I wish the sect leader a profound cultivation and a thousand years of life!"
Liang Zichen led many elders and disciples to kneel on the ground and pray respectfully.
"Let's flat!"
Zhou Zixuan said with relief:
"I have to thank Jiang Taichu for bringing me great pressure and making me brave and diligent. Within a year, I finally entered the three realms of moving mountains, qitian and immortality, and finally entered the half-step of human immortal!
The realm of the human fairy!"
Liang Zichen heard it and wanted to speak but stopped.
"Zi Chen, you and the five elders, follow me down the mountain to the 'Sword Tomb' in the bitter and cold land in the extreme north..."
Zhou Zixuan said in a deep voice.
"Senior brother, can Haitao and the others be revenge for their tragic death?
Liang Zichen frowned and said.
"No!"
Zhou Zixuan's eyes ejaculated with a look of greed, and he sneered: "This time I come out of the mountain, I will force Jiang Taichu to tell you about the skills he practiced! I heard that he may have come from the immortal ruins!"
...
In Tianshan.
Snow covered, and thousands of miles of freezing.
Under the gaze of many disciples.
Snap!
A stone door that had been frozen for decades, thick ice crystal snowflakes cracked a gap. Then, the door burst into a hole and an old man in a long gown walked out.
"I have been in seclusion for 30 years, cough cough, I finally came out of seclusion! I'm afraid the world no longer knows me!"
The old man was leaning on a dry plum crutch, his fist blocked his mouth, coughing repeatedly, and a trace of sick flush appeared on his originally sallow face.
This old man wore an old sheepskin coat, just like a village man and an old farmer in the Qing Dynasty.
His face was withered, his breath was weak, his waist was hunched, and he was old, as if he was about to run out of oil.
He only spoke one word.
But within a radius of ten miles, billions of snowflakes suddenly hovered, as if they were cast in the air with magic.
"I heard that a boy named Jiang Taichu has emerged in the secular world! He may be a visitor to the Immortal Ruins, who has the supreme skills!"
Li Jiuyou, the head of Tianshan Mountain, laughed strangely, then stepped into the air, soared into the air, and flew towards the bottom of the mountain like a dragon:
"This time I leave the customs, I must have a secret treasure of the sword tomb. I dare to ask the Sun and Moon to replace it with a new sky! I will kill Jiang Taichu!"
After he swept out ten miles, the snowflakes in this area fell down one after another.
"I wish my master a victory in the flag, a secret treasure of the sword tomb, and a killing of Jiang Taichu to establish his unparalleled power!"
Behind him, a group of disciples knelt on the ground and couldn't get up, as if they saw a god.
...
Headquarters of Hongmen International Reunion Association, Vancouver, Canada.
Hongmen Headquarters!
A modern building with a 199-story view of the rolling Pacific Ocean, the blue glass curtain walls shine brightly under the sunlight.
The entire building is solemn and dignified, and is extraordinary, like a long blue sword, piercing straight into the sky.
On the top floor, a super hall with an area of 3,000 square meters is decorated in antique style.
Carved galleries, painted buildings, continuous palaces, small bridges, flowing water, rockery and strange rocks, and nine-curved corridors are like traveling through time and space and entering the Suzhou gardens of the Qing Dynasty.
At this time, the president wearing a double-breasted jacket and many Hongmen disciples bowed slightly, looking at a crystal coffin with nervous and expectant expressions.
In the coffin, a young man wearing the costume of a scholar in the Qing Dynasty lies.
Although this person has long black hair and handsome eyebrows, he has no blood on his body and his skin is crystal clear and almost transparent.
Time flows slowly.
The president of Hongmen frowned and became tighter and sighed regretfully: "The ancestor 'coagulation and suffocation' a hundred years ago. The masters at the association predicted that the ancestor would wake up in the near future, but now..."
"But for several months, the ancestor has shown no sign of awakening. Has the ancestor really died?"
Just when the president was disappointed that today was going to turn around and leave again as before.
Suddenly, snap.
A crack appeared on the crystal coffin.
The red light flashed, the colorful clouds blew, and a strong blood energy spread like clouds and mist.
"This, this, the ancestor is about to wake up?"
Many Hongmen disciples looked at each other and saw the shock and ecstasy on each other's faces.
"Quiet! Never disturb the ancestor from leaving the seclusion!"
President Hongmen glared at everyone, trembling all over, not knowing whether it was horrified or excited.
boom!
A blood rainbow broke through the roof, like a blood-colored sword, with the momentum of destroying the sky and shooting directly into the sky.
Suddenly, the entire hall seemed to be swept by a bloody hurricane.
Rocks fly across the mountain, buildings collapse, artificial rivers hang upside down, glass windows shatter together, and countless pieces are flying in the air like butterflies.
Everyone was bombarded by a powerful strange force and flew backwards and lay on the ground in a mess.
In the rolling smoke and dust, in the red blood.
Everyone saw the figure slowly standing up from the fragments of the coffin, walking step by step like a god stepping on the eternal blue sky.