It has been green for ten years and covered with snow, but it has been covered and gone again.
The funeral of the Kunlun Sword Sect has passed, and all members of the Kunlun Sword Sect have removed their white color. In front of the mausoleum, the Grand Pavilion Master stood up, looking a little thin, "Hou Zhong, please come out."
The Grand Pavilion Master said softly.
Behind him, a figure swayed slightly, and Hou Zhong walked out and stared at the Grand Pavilion Master in silence. There were only two of them in the entire cemetery.
The Grand Pavilion Master said, "I already know everything about what happened a thousand years ago."
The Grand Pavilion Master slowly clenched his fist and looked at the tombstone.
"How did you plot against me back then, causing me to lose my position as the Holy Son and be kicked out of the Kunlun Sword Sect? It doesn't matter, but you shouldn't plot against Senior Sister." The Grand Pavilion Master said in a low voice, with a hint of hoarseness in his voice.
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"You used such dirty means to get her, don't you feel shameful?"
Hou Zhong was silent.
"I am the leader of the Kunlun Sword Sect, and you are a casual cultivator. Does it still make sense to talk about this now?" Hou Zhong said calmly, with the crown of the leader on his head, and his face was calm, "right or wrong, success or failure is in vain, this
The history of the world is stained with blood, who can tell what the truth is?"
"It just depends on how people write."
"I have been away from the Kunlun Sword Sect for too long." The Grand Pavilion Master said calmly, "Now that the master is dead, it's time to settle the score between us."
"Senior brother."
Hou Zhong said calmly, "You are still so naive. I am the leader of the Kunlun Sword Sect. Even if I stand here motionless, what can you do? Can you still kill me?"
"Who else knows what happened back then?"
"Master is already dead. Seeing the massacre of our brothers, he will no longer have any worries." The Grand Pavilion Master said calmly. With one sentence, his tone instantly became solemn, adding a touch of awe to the mausoleum.
The smell is like the sudden arrival of winter. "Today, I will clean up the door for the master and regain control of the Kunlun Sword Sect!"
A powerful aura surged from the body of the Grand Pavilion Master.
Hou Zhong smiled, a bit sadly, "After all these years, do you really think you are my opponent? It was true at the beginning, even if I hid my strength, I was not your opponent, but you have been away from the sect for too long.
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"As an idle cloud and a crane, you only have this seniority and reputation. Without the support of the ancient land, you can't go far at all."
"To be honest, I'm a little surprised that you can cultivate to the point where the Three Flowers Gather at the Top. Now you can't win even if you are your disciple."
"I remember that before you left, you were able to practice the Kunlun Sutra to the fourth level. You are already a rare genius in the Kunlun Sword Sect for thousands of years. I wonder what level you have reached after these thousand years?"
"Have you reached the seventh level? It's not only the sixth level, right?" Hou Zhong said sarcastically.
"You will know if you try it." The Grand Pavilion Master looked calm, turned around, and already struck Hou Zhong with a palm, and a terrifying three-flower gathering had already rushed up from his body.
The suffocating smell suddenly filled the air.
Hou Zhong smiled and said, "Senior brother, if you bring yourself to death, you can't blame me."
"Kunlun Sutra!" An extremely terrifying aura spread out from Hou Zhong. After a thousand years, Hou Zhong's cultivation level has reached the eighth level of Kunlun Sutra!
What is the concept of the eighth level? There are nine levels in the Kunlun Sutra. In the entire Kunlun Sword Sect, only the deceased old sect leader has cultivated to the ninth level.
Most of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top have only reached the sixth level of cultivation.
This is the result of accumulating countless resources!
If you change someone else, the consequences can be imagined!
"A way to die?"
The sound of a fight here immediately alerted Chen Fan in the valley. Without going there, Chen Fan knew that it was Hou Zhong, the head of the Kunlun Sword Sect, fighting with the master of the pavilion!
How could the grand master win?
Yes, it was true that the Grand Pavilion Master had been suppressing Hou Zhong back then, but times have changed, and after so many years, with the accumulation of resources in the position of head, Hou Zhong has reached a height that no one can imagine!
Chen Fan's face turned pale.
Hou Zhong was clearly irritating him and taking advantage of this opportunity to eradicate him completely. Besides, how could it be so easy for the Grand Pavilion Master to clean up the sect, kill Hou Zhong, and take charge of the Kunlun Sword Sect again?
Once Hou Zhong dies, he can't run away!
After Hou Zhong killed the chief pavilion master, could he still let himself go?
Unfortunately, it was too late for Chen Fan to regret it.
The two big three flowers gathered together and started fighting in the Kunlun Sword Sect. This is a hatred and anger between two generations of saints that spans the ages and will never end.
Suddenly, the sky fire filled the whole valley. In the valley, only two figures were seen crisscrossing each other.
None of the other great masters of the Kunlun Sword Sect intervened, and they were eerily quiet.
"Senior brother, you are getting old. It's time to go to Jiuquan and have a good rest." The ferocious look on Hou Zhong's face and the magnificent aura that burst out have reached a level that others cannot imagine.
The Grand Pavilion Master was already lagging behind him. As soon as they fought, the Grand Pavilion Master was completely suppressed and at a disadvantage.
"Bang" After another desperate fight, the Grand Pavilion Master vomited blood and flew away.
"Lin Xiao, is this your level?" Hou Zhong landed on the ground with a murderous look on his face. His expression was extremely dull and he was extremely disdainful. "Show some of your three-flowered strength!"
"Don't let me down!"
"It's been a thousand years." The Grand Pavilion Master wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up slowly. "You have grown at a speed that everyone can look up to."
"But, you also underestimated me." The Grand Pavilion Master said calmly, placing a finger on his body, and the seal was released.
An extremely powerful aura spread out from the Grand Pavilion Master, and the three flowers rising into the sky suddenly more than doubled in size.
The Grand Pavilion Master's face was blank, "You will never know how long I have been practicing for this day."
The Grand Pavilion Master's aura began to rise steadily. "You!" Hou Zhong's pupils suddenly shrank, and an ugly look appeared on his face.
The Grand Pavilion Master's aura surpassed him in an instant! The seventh and eighth levels of the Kunlun Sutra reached the ninth level in the blink of an eye!
"Impossible!" Hou Zhong lost his voice, almost going crazy, "Nine Heavens, you have already reached the Nine Heavens!"
Among the entire Kunlun Sword Sect, apart from the dead old sect leader, only the Grand Pavilion Master has achieved this.
And what exactly has the Grand Pavilion Master gone through in these years to still remain graceful and reach such a state!
Looking at the entire Kunlun Sword Sect, he is the only master of the Nine Heavens!
"I know very well what you have investigated over the years." The Grand Pavilion Master said indifferently, "Unfortunately, those are just what I want you to see."
"Today, I will clean up the house!" the Grand Pavilion Master said coldly.