Mu Xuankong was not ruthless at all, and he held Qin Xiao's head and walked slowly over the clouds.
Many people cannot see clearly the battle between saints, and even the bosses in the realm of life and death may not be able to see many clues, so Mu Xuankong deliberately walked very slowly.
He wants everyone to know that the Sword Sect cannot be humiliated! The Sword Sect cannot be bullied!
Qin Xiao dared to let Jin Jue assassinate Lin Yun, and he was hitting the sword sect's face, so he naturally had to hit back this face.
He promised Lin Yun that as long as the Sword Sect is still there, Lin Yun will not be bullied.
He is too lazy to care about the contest between his peers, and Yao Guang is too lazy to care about it, but if you send a strong man from the life and death realm to bully Lin Yun, then Mu Xuankong will be in charge of this matter.
Jin is definitely not here, so I will kill you, Qin Xiao!
"Honor!"
"What's going on? Then... is that... the head of the head of the family?"
"No, how is this possible!!"
When tens of thousands of Qin family members were far away, they all saw the heads in Mu Xuankong's hand and were shocked, as if they were struck by lightning.
They were trembling all over and trembled and could not explain clearly.
This is Qin Xiao!
The ruthless man who became a saint eight hundred years ago was not only famous strong men in the Qin family in the ancient realm, but today he died at Mu Xuankong's hands.
Kill it just by saying that it’s not true!
Too illusory!
In the hearts of many people, a saint is almost a mythical existence. No matter how a saint says he will die, he will die.
Deep down, many people have been hit by unimaginable impacts and their views are almost collapsed.
It turns out that saints will die too?
Many bigwigs in the life and death realm who have seen the world have a heavy face, and they can't speak in the direction where Mu Xuankong left.
There have been no saints fighting in the ancient domain for many years. As for the saint's death, I don't know which year or month it happened.
Today's death of Qin Xiao will surely shake the ancient times and even spread throughout the Eastern Wilderness.
"The ancient domain is going to be in chaos!"
The competition among the ancient sects and aristocratic families is very fierce, but because of the existence of Yaoguang, there is generally no chaos.
Yaoguang, one man and one sword, was in charge of the ancient times, and invisibly took down a lot of external pressure for all forces.
If Yao Guang had not existed, the ancient domain would have been affected by other holy places. After all, it was one of the nine ancient domains that were once.
But now that Yaoguang is old, everyone knows that under the calm surface, there is a shocking trend of terrifying waves.
Once the Yaoguang passes away, the ancient domain will inevitably be in chaos and all forces will be reshuffled.
Now it is just the peace before the storm. All parties are waiting for whether Yaoguang can overcome this hurdle.
But no one expected that before this day was truly reached, a saint had already fallen.
It won’t take long before the leaders of various sects of Xuangu, Vajra Temple, Tiandao Tower, Leihuo Gate, Jade Villa, and Shengyin Pavilion will receive news of Qin Xiao’s death.
All the major families of saints will also get news as soon as possible.
The fall of a saint will definitely cause a considerable shock, and the reason why Mu Xuankong took action will also spread.
"Go away, bring the news back."
"This matter is probably really impossible to be good. The Shenyou family is not that easy to mess with. He has a close relationship with the Shenlong Empire."
"Think too much. As long as Tian Xuanzi doesn't take action, the Shenyou family will have to swallow it back if they don't swallow it."
"Mu Xuankong has mastered the sword domain, and this news must be transmitted back quickly. Why Mu Xuankong takes action also needs to be found out."
The saints of various forces hidden in the dark in the distance flashed their eyes and then turned into streams of lights and flew away.
rub!
The Qinghuo Saint Lord stretched out his hand and saw the Double Imperial Holy Artifact God's Ray Gun, which cut through the void and fell into his hand.
The face of the Qinghuo Saint Lord changed, holding a spear, pondering without saying a word.
Until now
I can't figure it out, why did Qin Xiao die?
Is it because Qin Xiao is too weak, Mu Xuankong is too strong, and the sword domain is really full of weirdness?
"Hmph, Qin Xiao has been eaten by dogs for the past eight hundred years, and he can't even use the double stars of water and fire!"
The Purple Thunder Saint Lord cursed coldly with a gloomy face.
The Qinghuo Saint Lord did not respond. Even if he could really use the double stars of water and fire, Qin Xiao could not escape death.
At most, it took a little longer, and Mu Xuankong was determined to kill him, and no one in the ancient realm could save him.
Unless Tian Xuanzi takes action!
But if Tian Xuanzi was willing to take action, with his strength, he would have appeared in the Shenyou family long ago.
"Qin Jue!"
Qinghuo held the Divine Ray Spear in his hand and summoned the Qin family's great elder.
"Holy Lord!"
Qin Jue appeared in fear and looked uneasy.
"Before the next head of the family appears, you will hold the gun on your behalf."
The Qinghuo Saint Lord handed the Shen Yao Spear to the other party, which meant that the latter would clean up the mess.
Qin Jue was stunned for a moment before he woke up and quickly took the Shen Yao Spear.
"Go down."
He had to say something, but was directly repelled by the Qinghuo Saint Lord.
"What should I do now? Just forget it?"
The Purple Thunder Saint Lord looked gloomy and felt extremely uncomfortable.
This is the first time that people have been forced into such a miserable situation in so many years. If this matter is not handled properly, it will cause a catastrophe to the Qin family.
But for a moment, he couldn't make up his mind.
What can I do? Kill back to the Sword Sect? This is seeking death!
Thinking about Mu Xuankong's look back, it would be enough to intimidate the two of them, even if they recalled the saint who was in charge of the Shenyou War Realm.
The strength of the Shenyou family and the Sword Sect are far from each other and are completely incomparable.
"Of course I can't just let it go."
The Qinghuo Saint Lord said calmly: "I will go to the war world and report this to my ancestors in person. You can go to Xuantian Sect and get a clear message with Tianxuanzi."
The Purple Thunder Saint Lord instantly said angrily: "If Tian Xuanzi's white-eyed wolf is reliable, Qin Xiao would not die at all."
"I naturally know this, but I still have to go. Forget it, let me go with you."
The Qinghuo Saint Lord flashed a cold light in his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Let's go, this matter will never be forgotten. The Sword Sect will pay the price sooner or later!"
...
Xuantian Sect, in a valley where flowers bloom.
This is the beautiful place of Baihua Valley, Tianxuanzi.
Birds sing and flowers bloom in the valley, and each flower is carefully selected, and it does not look very messy at first glance.
All the flowers are light in color, the fragrance is pleasant, but it is light as snow, like a white fairyland.
In the center of the valley, there is a spiritual lake.
Outside the pavilion in the middle of the lake, there is a simple platform with a chessboard on it.
Tian Xuanzi was wearing a white dress and a golden strange flower on his right shoulder. Combined with his golden rolled flowers, his face that was so beautiful that women were jealous of was even more beautiful.
Qin Cang stood in the pavilion, watching his master holding a white piece in his hand, quietly playing chess.
Linghu, Huagu, and Tianxuanzi, which is more beautiful than hundreds of flowers, are a natural picture.
Qin Cang watched Tian Xuanzi play chess, dared not disturb him, and stood aside carefully.
He knew that the master was not playing chess with him, but playing chess with someone in the air. Every time he played chess, it was the happiest time for the master.
Every time the master loses half of his son, he will not speak when playing chess.
Just occasionally when you go to the wonderful point, a smile will naturally appear on your face. This is the only smile that Master will smile from the bottom of his heart.
Sure enough, this time the master lost half of his son.
There seemed to be a delicate jade hand in the void, carrying a black piece of black piece and falling from the air. Tian Xuanzi stood up and smiled and said, "I lost."
But no one answered him. After laughing, a hint of loneliness flashed across Tian Xuanzi's face.
In the direction he looked up, there seemed to be a peerless woman under the clouds, with the pride of the sky, and the woman's phantom slowly dissipated bit by bit.
The loneliness disappeared quickly. He walked out of the pavilion, without looking at Qin Cang, and walked directly towards Baihua Valley, while Qin Cang quickly followed.
When he reached the depths of the flowers, Tian Xuanzi picked a piece of the flower on his right shoulder, and the petals suddenly overflowed with unimaginable fragrance of flowers.
At the same time, there was a holy ray lingering, and the petals seemed to have become the most beautiful food in the world.
It has an extremely tempting taste!
When the petals were about to fall, Tian Xuanzi reached out and pressed them through the void, and the petals were hanging in front of the flowers.
Qin Cang was no longer surprised by the scenes that others couldn't figure out, and his expression did not fluctuate at all.
Swish!
Not long after, a white raccoon cat with fur jumped up among the flowers. It seemed as if it had just fallen asleep, with a sleepy eye, but its eyes were attracted by the petals and rushed forward.
Tian Xuanzi smiled and reached out to make it pounce.
Swish swish swish swish!
The petals were like bait, catching a white raccoon cat and jumped over little by little. Finally, Tian Xuanzi stretched out his hands and let the white raccoon cat jump into his arms.
He held the petals and teased them before he let go of them.
The raccoon cat glanced, held the golden petals with both claws and started eating bit by bit, while Tian Xuanzi stroked the white cat's head over and over again.
The white cat squinted his eyes comfortably, looking extremely comfortable.
The cat looked cute and lazy, and Qin Cang knew that it was a raccoon cat with white dragon bloodline, named Jiuli, and was an absolute ferocious beast in ancient times.
"Qin Cang, will the Shenyou family let you be the head of the family in the future?"
Tian Xuanzi didn't look up and suddenly spoke.
Qin Cang was stunned immediately and said for a while: "This... I haven't thought about it."
"Don't want to?"
Tian Xuanzi looked up and smiled.
"If the master needs it, I can." Qin Cang sorted out his emotions and responded calmly.
Tian Xuanzi smiled, then let go of his hands and put the raccoon in his arms.
Jiuli Cat rushed into the flowers and disappeared for a while, as if it had never existed.
"This guy really didn't take me seriously at all." Tian Xuanzi narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled dotingly.
"I'll catch it back."
Qin Cang was about to pull out the raccoon cat as he spoke.
"It's better not to say what you are doing, let's talk about your reasons." Tian Xuanzi said lazily, and heard that Qin Cang was not very happy to take over the Shenyou family.
"The disciple just wants to follow the master and solve his problems."
Qin Cang said truthfully.
The head of the Shenyou family was so dazzling that he looked at the light, but he really didn't care at all.
Humph.
Tian Xuanzi laughed and said, "You retreat first, someone is coming."
At the end, he added another sentence.
"Qin Xiao is dead."
Buzz!
Qin Cang's face was stunned and immediately shocked.
The head of the family died?
How is this possible? Qin Xiao became a saint eight hundred years ago. He is the head of the Shenyou family.
He could not tolerate any more questions, and the master had already spoken, so Qin Cang could only press his doubts and retreat.
When he left Baihua Valley, he happened to see the two holy kings, Qinghuo and Zi Lei. Their faces were cold and their expressions were not very kind when they looked at him.
"Tianxuanzi has a good dog!"
The Purple Thunder Saint Lord stared at Qin Cang and said coldly.
He knew the whole story from Qin Jue and was quite dissatisfied with Qin Jue's behavior.
Qin Cang's mouth twitched, and he pretended not to hear it and walked away.