The killing intent of Jian Jiu and others dissipated silently.
What else could they say?
If they were in Jian Shisan's position, they could only passively accept their sad fate.
"Why didn't you tell us all this?" Jian Jiu gritted his teeth, not knowing whether it was hatred or sadness in his heart.
"If I tell you, what's the use? If the news is leaked, my sister will be executed directly..." Jian Shisan smiled miserably.
Ye Guchen sighed deeply, looked at Jian Shisan, and said: "Jian Shisan, turn around, you still have a chance to make up for it. You can still be Jianzi, helping the Jian Dynasty to deal with the Hua family."
Jian Shisan shook his head, his body was like a gaunt wood and his heart was as gray as death.
"It doesn't matter, I can't even protect my close relatives, so what's the use of this position of swordsman?"
"What's the use of the sword in your hand?"
"What's the point of taking my life?"
Jian Shisan looked up to the sky and smiled miserably, blood-colored liquid dripping from the corners of his eyes.
I don't know if it's blood or tears...
Seeing that something was wrong with Jian Shisan's state, Ye Guchen frowned and hurriedly stepped out.
"Dugu Wubai, I owe this life to Jian Shiyi, now give it back to her."
"I just hope that my sister and I can be buried together after death, because she was afraid of the cold and loneliness when she was a child..."
In Jian Shisan's hand, the bloody bloody sword flashed.
The sword edge turned upside down and penetrated his chest and heart.
Warm blood, Biao Fei!
"Sword Thirteen!"
The expressions of Jian Jiu, Jian Jinghong and others all changed.
Pfft...
Jian Shisan fell to the ground, still holding his sister.
"Little...little sister...the underworld is too cold...my brother is with you..."
"Don't be afraid..."
A smile appeared on Jian Shisan's lips, he said the last words of his life and stopped breathing.
The atmosphere was deathly and terrifying.
"Damn it..." Jian Jiu's aura was violent. It was the first time he had lost his temper like this.
"Hua family, I, Jian Jinghong, must witness your destruction with my own eyes!" Jian Jinghong clenched his fists, with an extremely cold look flashing in his eyes.
If it weren't for the Hua family, the tragedy of Jian Shisan would not have happened!
In the final analysis, the culprits are still the five false saint families!
"Hey..." Ye Guchen sighed.
As the soul of a sword demon, he has long been accustomed to joys and sorrows.
But at this moment, I still couldn't help but sigh.
To put it bluntly, it’s all about strength.
If Sword Thirteen had strong strength, tragedy might have been avoided.
Just like Ye Guchen, if he had strong power, he would not have watched Su Jianshi being sealed into the Emperor's Sword and snatched away by Emperor Haotian when he was in the Tianhuang Plain.
"I still need strength. After I go back this time, I will start to sacrifice the clone."
Ye Guchen became more determined to become stronger.
Whether it's sacrificing clones or reshaping the divine palace, they are all ways to become stronger.
Afterwards, Ye Guchen and his party buried the Thirteen Jian brothers and sisters in a peach blossom forest and erected an unnamed monument.
Ye Guchen held the ghost face mask in his hand.
He finally understood why Jian Shisan wore this grimace mask that looked like a child's toy on his face.
Because his sister gave it to him.
"Sword Thirteen, I will definitely use this ghost face to witness the demise of the Hua family."
Ye Guchen murmured and put the ghost face mask into the Yuan Ring.
After some emotion, everyone left.
Jianjiu and others are going back to Jianhuangling to report the matter to the Sword Alliance.
Ye Guchen was alone and separated from them.
Because he still has one thing to do.
That is to give the Fruit of the Holy Path to Leng Qianhen.
Ye Guchen could predict that the five pseudo-sage families would never give up.
The next test will be the greatest disaster for the Sword Dynasty.
And if we can win over the strong man Leng Qianhen, it will be very helpful to the Sword Dynasty's future situation.
Leng Qianhen has been practicing in Jianzhong.
Ye Guchen rushed to Tianjian Ridge, where the sword tomb is located, without stopping.
A few days later, Ye Guchen arrived at the Sword Tomb in Tianjian Ridge.
The chaos in the Sword Dynasty has not yet been completely settled.
Therefore, the Sword Tomb, which was usually very popular, is now sparsely populated, with not many people in sight.
Ye Guchen's figure flashed forward and he stepped directly into the sword tomb.
Now the pressure of the sword energy in the sword tomb no longer poses any threat to Ye Guchen.
He possesses the sword intention of all things at the level of creation, and the pressure of this sword is useless to him.
Soon, Ye Guchen went deep into Leng Qianhen's training ground.
The surrounding area is covered with snow and frost.
"Come in."
Before Ye Guchen stepped into it, Leng Qianhen's voice came to his ears.
It must have been Leng Qianhen who sensed Ye Guchen's arrival.
Ye Guchen flashed in and saw Leng Qianhen at a glance.
Leng Qianhen was sitting cross-legged on the hill, with long gray-white hair, like frost and snow.
There were two crisscross scars on his face, and his eyes were like cold stars in the sky.
His temperament was as always, aloof and cold, like a lone wolf in the snow.
"Senior Leng Qianhen." Ye Guchen slightly cupped his hands.
"Ye Guchen, you're here. I've also heard about the Ten Thousand Monsters' Nest. You're really lucky." Leng Qianhen said lightly.
During the journey of the Holy Dynasty, many geniuses died, some venerables also died, and even several false saints died.
Ye Guchen was indeed lucky to be able to come back alive.
"It's just a fluke." Ye Guchen said with a smile.
"Okay, why did you come to see me this time? Didn't I summon you the jade slip?" Leng Qianhen asked.
He never thought that Ye Guchen came to give him the Fruit of the Holy Path.
"Senior, have you forgotten the agreement between you and me? I am here to fulfill the agreement." Ye Guchen said.
"Promise...could it be..."
Leng Qianhen's eyes first flashed with doubt, and then he was suddenly startled.
With Leng Qianhen's character, he was able to express surprise, which shows how shocked he was in his heart.
"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life." Ye Guchen flipped his wrist, and a fruit imprinted with the laws of the Holy Way appeared in his hand.
When this fruit appears.
The surrounding void seemed to have holy runes of law looming.
Leng Qianhen's breath was slightly confused, and the snow was flying all over the sky, indicating that he was not at peace in his heart.
"Is this the fruit of the holy way?" Leng Qianhen stared at the fruit.
"That's right." Ye Guchen nodded slightly.
Leng Qianhen let out a breath.
He did not suspect that Ye Guchen was telling lies, nor did he doubt the Fruit of the Holy Path.
Because Leng Qianhen himself is a very powerful false saint.
Although his understanding of the law is not very deep, it is definitely not shallow.
It can be felt that the power of law contained in the fruit of the holy way is indeed the essence left by the saint.
"Ye Guchen, do you know the value of this Fruit of the Holy Path?" Leng Qianhen took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and stared at Ye Guchen.
"Of course I know that the fruits of the Holy Path are almost priceless, especially to those who are powerful pseudo-sages." Ye Guchen said truthfully.
"Then you are still willing to give it to me?" Leng Qianhen asked.
"Although a fruit of the holy way is of infinite value, it cannot compare to a promise made by Ye. Ye will keep his word and never regret it!"