But what they didn't expect was that their ancestor burst out laughing after hearing such an urgent matter.
"Ancestor, why are you laughing?"
Qin Zhiyu looked anxious and even said somewhat reproachfully: "We are in deep danger. In order to let us survive, my eldest brother put himself in danger. Not only are you not in a hurry, why are you still laughing here?"
It's no wonder Qin Zhiyu is so anxious at the moment.
In the square box, they were almost waiting for time to pass.
In addition, it was Qin Lan who helped them unlock the seal at this moment, so in their opinion, Qin Nan was most likely to be in trouble.
"Ha ha ha ha."
Seeing Qin Zhiyu's appearance, Qin Lan laughed even louder, and then said: "Don't worry about your brother, your brother is fine."
"What?"
Qin Zhiyu shouted with surprise on his face: "Ancestor, do you mean what you say? Are you really okay?"
"Not only is it okay, that kid will soon become a saint." At this point, Qin Lan's voice was still a little sour, "And he is also a saint with more powerful visions of heaven and earth than me."
"What, saint?"
"Ancestor, are you right?"
Qin Zhiyu and the others had expressions of disbelief on their faces. They couldn't figure out why Qin Nan was not only fine but also became a saint.
"Because the young man named Yi you met is none other than the benefactor of our Qin family, the senior who led our Qin family to glory!" Qin Lan solemnly explained.
"What?"
This breaking news was like a thunder exploding in everyone's minds.
in mind.
I couldn't help but think of the young man in white who came leisurely on a snail.
"He...he is actually that senior?!"
Qin Zhiyu's pretty face was dull, and he never expected that Yi Feng was actually the senior they were looking for.
After that, Qin Lan told everything that happened next, and everyone understood why Qin Nan could become a saint.
"Zhiyu."
At this time, Qin Lan's pupils shrank slightly and suddenly asked Qin Zhiyu: "Can you blame your elder brother?"
"You have to know that if your elder brother hadn't sealed you into the square box, you might be the one to break through the saint now!"
"Ancestor is joking."
Qin Zhiyu quickly said respectfully: "Brother sealed us into the square box for the safety of our lives, and he didn't know the identity of the senior at the time when he sealed it, so how could I blame eldest brother?"
"My eldest brother is safe and can become a saint. He deserves it. I can only be happy for my eldest brother."
"What a good boy from my Qin family."
After listening to Qin Zhiyu's words, Qin Lan looked pleased, touched Qin Zhiyu's head kindly, and said softly: "Don't worry, after your eldest brother becomes a saint, all his extra resources will be transferred to you.
The family will spare no effort to train you, so that you can have the opportunity to catch up in your eldest brother's footsteps in the future."
"Thank you, ancestor."
Qin Zhiyu quickly knelt down and thanked him.
"Good boy, get up quickly. You have worked hard this time." After Qin Lan helped Qin Zhiyu up, he looked at everyone with his hands behind his hands and said loudly: "Everyone, heavy rewards. Others who died, the key point
As compensation, regardless of whether they are direct descendants of my Qin family or not, the descendants of their family will be protected by our Qin family for generations!"
"Thank you, ancestor."
Everyone knelt down one after another.
…
While the Qin family was immersed in joy, Yi Feng, who was depressed, was preparing to rush towards Sword Valley.
at this time.
The jade slips that had been silent for a long time suddenly flickered with light.
Wave your palms and send the message into your mind.
It came from Misty Red.
"Hello, sir."
"I wonder if your stay on Tiandu Island is going well. The matter of the Saint of the Nine Realms has reached a new stage. The Nine Realms have been experiencing frequent phenomena of heaven and earth recently, accompanied by the appearance of various calamity clouds. If nothing unexpected happens, the Saint has awakened. At the same time, according to us
According to the information obtained, the saint should be a woman named Bai Huang, she is a person from the Nine Realms, and she should be in the current Nine Realms Alliance."
"It would be best if things go well in Tiandu Island, sir. If things don't go well, sir, you can rush directly to the Nine Realms."
"In addition, the curse on me has reached its final moment. After sending this message to sir, I will enter the sword burial place in Sword Valley to wait for my death, so sir, there is no need to come to Sword Valley to find me again."
"If Mr. Future has mastered the magical power, he can think of Hong'er for his sake and help me think about Jian Gu Yi Er. Hong'er will be very grateful."
"Hong'er is here to wish you success."
"Farewell, sir."
After reading the message in the jade slip, Yi Feng's emotions were a little complicated.
Very emotional.
But people who want to die cannot die, and people who shouldn't die are cursed. What a twist of fate!
Along the way, although Yi Feng did not die, he had to admit that Piaomiaohong really helped him a lot.
At least it prevents him from wandering around like a headless fly.
"Miss Hong's friendship is what Yi Feng thinks about. No matter what, if something happens to Sword Valley, I, Yi Feng, will not stand by and watch."
"In addition, Miss Hong, don't give up, calm down, and believe in yourself. Nothing will happen to you and you will be fine."
Yi Feng wrote a reply into the jade slip with a complicated mood.
But he didn't know what to say, so he could only comfort him like this.
I originally wanted to go to Sword Valley to visit Piaomiaohong again, but after thinking about it carefully, there would be no other use for him to go there at this time except to trouble Sword Valley!
Putting the jade slip away, Yi Feng let out a long sigh, turned around and rushed towards the teleportation island, also preparing to return to the Nine Realms.
In the Sword Valley at this moment.
Tens of thousands of Sword Valley disciples sat cross-legged in the square, each with solemn expressions and silence.
Above the square, stood a woman in white.
She has bare feet, long hair, and a flawless face. Her whole body exudes spiritual light. She has nothing on her body except her white clothes. She is like a fairy who is not polluted by the world.
Behind her is the place where swords are buried in Sword Valley.
Not only are many swords buried inside, it is also the burial place of the Piao family.
The final destination of every Piao family bloodline is here.
Next to her, there was a middle-aged man standing.
But he is only middle-aged, but his hair is as white as snow and his eyes are red, showing sadness.
He is the current master of Sword Valley, Piao Miaohong's uncle, and the oldest and most senior person in Sword Valley today.
The reason why he is able to live to this day is because he is not a direct bloodline of the Piao family, but only a collateral bloodline, and the power of the curse is much weaker.
"Sacrifice the sword!"
At this time, he shouted loudly.
The long sword placed on the misty red front desk seemed to have a spirit, emitting a pleasant trembling sound, and seemed to be venting its unwillingness.
Misty Red caressed it reluctantly.
This is something close to hers, something passed down to her from her father since she was a child.
According to the rules of Sword Valley, the master is about to pass away, and his sword is also sealed with the master, never to see the light of day again.
"Go for it!"
Finally, the misty ruby hand waved, and the trembling sword flew into the air, flying in the huge square, and then flew into the place where the sword was buried, and fell straight down.
"Everyone, please take care of yourself!"
The misty red hand on the stage.
Tens of thousands of disciples in the audience stood up and saluted, and many people had tears in their eyes.
"Uncle Zheng, take care of yourself."
Piaomiao Hong turned her head and saluted the middle-aged man next to her.
The middle-aged man's eyes were red, and when he saw Piaomiaohong saluting, he couldn't help but secretly wiped away his tears.
Back then, he watched with his own eyes the misty red grandfather walking alone into the place where the sword was buried.
Later, he personally sent off Piao Miaohong's father and mother here.
Now, he had to watch Piao Miaohong walk into it again.
Why is God so unfair!
When will my Piao family be able to break this curse?
Piao Zheng's heart was full of grief and anger, filled with great reluctance!
Everyone watched helplessly as Piao Miao Hong walked alone towards the place where the sword was buried.
The lonely bird sings.
The dead leaves are flying.
At the entrance, Piaomiaohong took out the jade slip hidden on her body, read the message in it, and smiled slightly.
After clearing his last thoughts, the jade slips also turned into powder.
Turning around and taking one last souvenir look, I finally stepped into the place where the sword was buried.
The place where the sword was buried was full of withered bones.
Full of long swords.
It represents the deceased ancestors of the Piao family.
As Piao Miaohong approached, thousands of swords and weapons rang, seeming to be grieving and indignant at the loss of yet another Piao family bloodline.
Piaomiao Hong went straight to her sword, closed her eyes and sat down cross-legged...
A long, long time.
The place where the sword was buried returned to peace.