For hundreds of years, there have been countless truths in the dark world.
In this world where the jungle prevails, the strong dictate the rules, and the rules are the truth.
Countless strong men have risen and fallen, countless truths have appeared and disappeared.
But from beginning to end, there is only one truth that remains unbreakable.
This is something that is imprinted on everyone's heart in the dark world.
The Wang family of Beihai is invincible in the world.
Over the past hundreds of years, there have been countless ups and downs, countless ups and downs.
The Beihai Wang Family has always been the undisputed strongest force in the dark world, the strongest force, and naturally has the largest intelligence network in the dark world.
If such an intelligence network wants to find a person, or even just find clues about his existence, it is absolutely easy. At the very least, they can grasp a lot of clues in the fastest time.
But there are no clues in the Dongcheng Imperial Map.
When the Beihai Wang family's intelligence network was spread out, all they found was nothingness.
There is no trace of the existence of the Dongcheng Imperial Map in the entire dark world.
what does that mean?
Li Tianlan's eyes were a little dazed.
He quietly looked at the thirteenth-story building floating beside him.
The sword light on the thirteenth floor was filled with unparalleled spirituality. It seemed that it felt Li Tianlan's mood. The eleven small swords slowly came closer, spinning around him more and more docilely.
The sword energy of each sword is blending with his sword intention. It is natural and flawless. This is a sword formation that completely belongs to him, just like a part of his body. There is no feeling of unfamiliarity at all. What is familiar can no longer be familiar.
Li Tianlan waved his hand.
The thirteenth-story building returned to nothingness.
He looked at Xia Zhi quietly and said calmly: "I don't believe your conclusion."
His voice is very stable.
But his eyes drifted to other places.
I don't know if Xia Zhi saw that he didn't mean what he said, but a flash of disappointment flashed in her eyes.
The whole world is speculating on the extent of Wang Tianzong's injury, and the fact that Xia Zhi came to Canglan to meet Li Tianlan is enough to illustrate the problem.
Wang Tianzong’s injury condition is not optimistic.
After a sword strike in Dongou, he managed to return to Imperial Soldier Mountain, but instead of being stabilized, his internal injuries, which could threaten his martial arts foundation, were getting worse. If not, Xia Zhi would not have come to test Li Tianlan.
When she brought up the Imperial Map of the East City and saw the Thirteenth Floor Sword Formation, it was not because she wanted to confuse Li Tianlan.
But she was also looking for traces of Dongcheng Huangtu's existence and wanted to take a look at his sword formation to find something that could help Wang Tianzong.
She told the truth.
She indeed found no trace of the existence of the Dongcheng Imperial Map. Not only the Beihai Wang family, they contacted Rothschild and launched insiders hidden in the major dark forces to search for this name.
No.
Nothing at all.
That is complete nothingness.
The entire dark world knows that in the past five hundred years, there have been only two geniuses, one is the ancestor of the Beihai Wang family, and the other is the contemporary Sword Emperor.
But the sword of Eastern Europe and the Thirteenth Floor clearly declare that there is still a supreme power.
Xia Zhi hopes to find the source of this power. There may be a way to help Wang Tianzong hidden there.
But it was obvious that Li Tianlan knew nothing.
"Qin Weibai is still in Youzhou."
Xia Zhi seemed to be a little uninterested: "She knows everything, why don't you ask her?"
Li Tianlan was silent for a long time.
Regardless of whether Xia Zhi meant to make him think wildly, but at this moment, it seemed that there was a wave of disturbance in his still and calm heart.
He stood up and walked slowly to the door.
There is no stopping the summer solstice.
Huangfu Qiushui subconsciously wanted to stand up, but as soon as his butt left the seat, his palm was held by Xia Zhi.
Huangfu Qiushui was startled, looking at Li Tianlan's back with some confusion.
Xia Zhi's palm was very gentle, but it seemed to contain immense power.
Huangfu Qiushui sat there and suddenly became a little sad.
From Qiushui to Tongtian, to Canglan.
She didn't know whether she wanted to return Qiushui Sword or it was her true thoughts or an excuse. Today's reality has changed.
It's before your eyes.
She hasn't gotten back the Qiu Shui Sword yet.
But this journey has come to an end.
Li Tianlan's figure is about to walk to the door.
His figure paused.
Huangfu Qiu Shui's deep and charming eyes suddenly lit up. She really hoped that Li Tianlan could say something to her, even if he wouldn't return his Qiu Shui Sword.
Li Tianlan was silent for a moment and said hoarsely: "How about Yuetong?"
Huangfu Qiushui's bright eyes dimmed slightly.
Xia Zhi's voice was calm and her smile was calm and elegant: "She has returned to Emperor Bing Mountain and is in good condition. She is not crying or making trouble."
Li Tianlan took a deep breath, turned around and walked out without saying anything more.
In front of the Wuwei Palace, Jiang Tongye, the clan leader of the Jiang clan, stood quietly, as if he did not expect that Li Tianlan would come out so soon. He glanced at Li Tianlan strangely, nodded, and said calmly: "Your Highness, our ancestors are waiting for you.
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"where?"
Li Tianlan asked directly.
Jiang Tonghui said nothing, but subconsciously looked at the pavilion in the center of the island.
The black pavilion was shrouded in wind and rain, giving it an extremely eerie edge.
Li Tianlan nodded: "Lead the way."
The chess game is already in chaos.
The wine is already halfway warmed.
The river carries the wild rain all the way eastward in a mighty and mighty way.
Di Que's old palms gently touched the railings, and he squinted at the rushing river, as silent as a statue.
He could see the Hall of Fear.
You can see the young man brought over by Jiang Tongye.
A little bit of sword intent is emanating out bit by bit, converging into a misty shadow.
The sword energy entered the pavilion.
Di Que slowly turned around.
In his sight, a young figure that even Di Que thought was a bit too much was standing in front of the chessboard, looking down at the chess game in front of him.
This was a figure as light as a cloud. He stood there, looking extremely real, but the sword intent lingering around him made the entire space become a little distorted.