Chapter 1359: 1359
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When he learned that Lintian had killed all the saints, Meng Rong was also frightened and scared.
As the concubine of the former ziyao Empire, only Meng Rong knows how the news that the baby of the Lin family had the original spiritual pulse leaked out.
It can be said that the main culprit in the bloody incident of the Lin family may be Yun Qingbai, but the accomplice must have something to do with her.
But Meng Rong is not afraid.
This is Tongtian sword sect. How could Lintian have the courage to kill him?
According to the news, this son is only the cultivation of the seven calamities in his long life. The reason why he can kill the saints is nothing more than with the help of external forces.
"Mother, we can't stay in Tongtian Jianzong all our life, can we?"
Zhao Jingzhen is extremely agitated.
He knew that with Lintian's character, he would never let them go!
"There's something wrong. The clan is investigating the cause of Yun Qingbai's death. If the leader knows that Yun Qingbai's feud with the family behind Lintian was due to us, he won't forgive us."
Suddenly, Meng Qiujing's tall figure came into the cloud light hall, with a gloomy look and worried brows.
He is Meng Rong's father and Zhao Jingzhen's grandfather.
"This..."
Meng Rong was shocked.
Zhao Jingzhen was also stiff and his face changed greatly.
Only a few people in Tongtian sword sect knew about Yun Qingbai's taking away Lintian's original spiritual pulse. Once it was exposed, it would inevitably lead to the sect's anger, and they certainly couldn't escape the relationship.
"Meng Rong, take Zhao Jingzhen away."
Meng Qiujing took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "go back to the lower world and ask for Zhao Yuanji's help. Jingzhen is his own son, and he can't be helpless."
"He?"
Meng Rong trembled and his face changed. The man, who was in charge of ziyao Empire, was as powerful as a sea.
Even as his concubine, Meng Rong never understood this man. He was like a mystery, unfathomable and ruthless!
If not necessary, she would rather never see this person again.
"Grandfather, my father will only let me guard the imperial mausoleum. Rather than that, I'd rather stay in tongtianjianzong."
Zhao Jingzhen was also flustered.
In his mind, father is a terrible existence, in his eyes, only the world and the road.
Among the royal family, Zhao Jingxuan is the only one who can be seen by his father!
"Go ahead."
Meng Qiujing seems determined, "I will open the border node leading to the lower boundary for you. After going back this time, don't come back again!"
All the passages to the lower boundary had been broken. Meng Qiujing believed that unless Lintian could master similar boundary nodes, he would never return to the lower boundary again.
Meng Rong looked uncertain. After a long time, he took a deep breath and nodded his head.
But Zhao Jingzhen is out of his mind, as if he had been drained of all his strength.
He knew that even if he was to return to the lower world and wait for himself, he was destined to live in darkness and be a mausoleum keeper all his life!
……
There are 36 peaks in the back mountain of Tongtian sword.
Before long, Meng Qiujing's figure appeared in front of one of the peaks. As soon as he was informed, he entered a deep mountain path under the peak.
At the end of the mountain road, there is a huge pool of molten slurry. The red molten slurry is rolling, emitting a scorching and awe inspiring atmosphere.
A dark sword, floating and sinking in the molten pool, looks very mysterious.
"My Lord, it is most likely to come to light." Meng Qiujing bowed to salute, with a low voice and a look of fear.
"I heard that."
Suddenly, a void like figure emerged from the dark sword.
If you look at it carefully, it's an old man with a very indifferent look. His hair is clean and his eyes are as bright as a pair of suns, and the terrible fire light is flowing.
"At that time, I brought Yun Qingbai into the clan from a poor village. I trained him to be a leader of the top generation. Unfortunately But it's a poor move. "
The old man sighed, but no mood swings.
"Yun Qingbai is a very important chess piece. I put all my efforts on him and let him take charge of our plan when the top of the world falls behind the scenes."
The figure of the old man is illusory, floating on the dark sword.
"Now, it's too late to cultivate another descendant. Within ten years, the battle of the nine realms will open, which means Our decades old plan It's a complete failure... "
The old man said at the end, his voice filled with a strong sense of reluctance and hatred, "this damned cloud Qingbai, it's useless to destroy my great event!"
"According to the plan, if he becomes the first person in the top generation of the ancient wasteland, with his influence, he can play a key role in the coming of the nine domain battle. If the plan goes on smoothly, he can even wipe out all the top young people in the ancient wasteland at one stroke!""But..."
Speaking of this, the old man's face has become extremely ferocious, "he was killed!"
Boom!
A terrible murder spread from the old man. It was so terrible that Meng Qiujing was as stiff as ice.
"Hateful
The old man sighed and looked gloomy.
No one knows how much effort and price he paid for Yun Qingbai, but now, with Yun Qingbai's death, everything is in vain.
How can he not hate it?
"My Lord, why didn't you kill Lintian when you went to the lower world?"
Meng Qiujing hesitated for a long time and asked.
"Hum!"
The old man's face sank and his face was cold. He said, "up to now, I will tell you that this son's life experience is not simple."
"At that time, I wanted to wipe out all the Lin family, leaving no survivors. But when I took the hand, I was blocked by a mysterious man who came to rescue the son's mother. This man not only saved the son, but also broke the power of the border I laid down, and shocked those big people in the lower world."
Speaking of this, the old man's eyes flashed a strange color, like fear, also like doubt, "even I didn't expect that there were real emperor figures in the lower world!"
"What?"
Meng Qiujing is like being struck by lightning. The whole person is ignorant. How barren the lower world is, it is regarded as a wasteland by the ancient wasteland.
How can there be an emperor's realm there?
"Well! If not, do you think I can't kill a group of ants with my strength? "
The old man snorted coldly, "it's a pity that I didn't dare to stay at that time. I had to leave in a hurry with Yun Qingbai. Otherwise, I would know which emperor was sitting in the lower boundary!"
Meng Qiujing looks changeable.
He knew how terrible the old man's strength was. If it wasn't for the purpose of hiding his identity and not being noticed by the old directors in the ancient wasteland, he would not be afraid of the existence of any Saint King level with the old man's strength!
"My Lord, what shall we do next?"
Meng Qiujing can't help asking.
"The plan failed. I can't play a role in this ancient wasteland, only He left
The old man's voice was low, and he seemed very unwilling.
"My Lord, are you going back to your hometown? So What about me? "
Meng Qiujing asked.
"You can stay for the time being. I will contact you if I can use you in the future."
The old man made a decision.
Then, with a wave of his sleeve robe, a jade bottle was thrown out and thrown at Meng Qiujing's feet. "This is the antidote of the heart locking mantra. There are 100 pieces in total, which can make you suffer from the attack within a hundred years."
Meng Qiujing's face changed, and he said urgently, "my Lord, what if after a hundred years?"
"A hundred years later Hehe, maybe this ancient wasteland has already been broken. At that time, I will come to uncover the heart curse for you. "
The old man gave a faint smile.
Before long, Meng Qiujing left the cave like a lost soul, looking at the bright sky, but he felt very dazzling.
"Only leave me a hundred years, you How cruel
His heart was full of resentment, and he had several impulses to reveal the old man's identity.
But in the end, Meng Qiujing held back.
On this day, the terrible news came out from Tongtian sword sect. An old ancestor named fan Qi, who had been shut up in the fire and rock temple of Houshan mountain for many years, died of being possessed by the devil during his cultivation!
For a moment, Tongtian Jianzong was in mourning. The ancestor of fan Qi was a real saint, but he died in this way.
Yuxiu and kuya fell in the past, and Laozu fan Qi fell today. This is a great blow to Tongtian Jianzong.
Meng Qiujing is the only one who sneers. The ancestor of fan Qi died a hundred years ago. These years, he is just occupied by others.
Now that the man has left, his body will naturally be possessed and die.
……
When Lintian entered Baiyujing, he heard for the first time that the "ancestor of fan Qi" of Tongtian sword sect had fallen into the devil because of his cultivation.
For a moment, he was also stunned. How could such a saint die because of cultivation? Is the path of cultivation of the holy way so dangerous?
Soon, Lintian didn't pay attention to these.
He came to Baiyujing only to eradicate the accomplice who killed Lin's legitimate family members in those years!
Two days later.
Lintian finally inquired about all kinds of information he needed and targeted a man named song Qingyun.
Asked the restaurant.
On the second floor, a group of young talents are gathering. At the top of the meeting is a young man in feather clothes and proud.
His name is song Qingyun. He is a descendant of Tongtian sword sect. He is a hero of the younger generation and has the cultivation of yanlunjing.
Although there is only Yan lunjing cultivation, he seems to be the focus of the audience. People are sitting around him like the stars."Brother song, do you know the truth about the fall of the ancestor fan Qi? That's a saint. How could he die like that? "
Someone can't help asking.
Song Qingyun's face sank: "how can you pry into such confidential matters?"
Everyone immediately chatted.
At this time, suddenly a young man in a white dress went up to the second floor and came straight to song Qingyun and others.
As soon as he glanced, he fell on Song Qingyun, who was sitting in the top position.
"Song Qingyun?" Asked the young man.
All of a sudden, everyone in this room frowned.
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When he learned that Lintian had killed all the saints, Meng Rong was also frightened and scared.
As the concubine of the former ziyao Empire, only Meng Rong knows how the news that the baby of the Lin family had the original spiritual pulse leaked out.
It can be said that the main culprit in the bloody incident of the Lin family may be Yun Qingbai, but the accomplice must have something to do with her.
But Meng Rong is not afraid.
This is Tongtian sword sect. How could Lintian have the courage to kill him?
According to the news, this son is only the cultivation of the seven calamities in his long life. The reason why he can kill the saints is nothing more than with the help of external forces.
"Mother, we can't stay in Tongtian Jianzong all our life, can we?"
Zhao Jingzhen is extremely agitated.
He knew that with Lintian's character, he would never let them go!
"There's something wrong. The clan is investigating the cause of Yun Qingbai's death. If the leader knows that Yun Qingbai's feud with the family behind Lintian was due to us, he won't forgive us."
Suddenly, Meng Qiujing's tall figure came into the cloud light hall, with a gloomy look and worried brows.
He is Meng Rong's father and Zhao Jingzhen's grandfather.
"This..."
Meng Rong was shocked.
Zhao Jingzhen was also stiff and his face changed greatly.
Only a few people in Tongtian sword sect knew about Yun Qingbai's taking away Lintian's original spiritual pulse. Once it was exposed, it would inevitably lead to the sect's anger, and they certainly couldn't escape the relationship.
"Meng Rong, take Zhao Jingzhen away."
Meng Qiujing took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "go back to the lower world and ask for Zhao Yuanji's help. Jingzhen is his own son, and he can't be helpless."
"He?"
Meng Rong trembled and his face changed. The man, who was in charge of ziyao Empire, was as powerful as a sea.
Even as his concubine, Meng Rong never understood this man. He was like a mystery, unfathomable and ruthless!
If not necessary, she would rather never see this person again.
"Grandfather, my father will only let me guard the imperial mausoleum. Rather than that, I'd rather stay in tongtianjianzong."
Zhao Jingzhen was also flustered.
In his mind, father is a terrible existence, in his eyes, only the world and the road.
Among the royal family, Zhao Jingxuan is the only one who can be seen by his father!
"Go ahead."
Meng Qiujing seems determined, "I will open the border node leading to the lower boundary for you. After going back this time, don't come back again!"
All the passages to the lower boundary had been broken. Meng Qiujing believed that unless Lintian could master similar boundary nodes, he would never return to the lower boundary again.
Meng Rong looked uncertain. After a long time, he took a deep breath and nodded his head.
But Zhao Jingzhen is out of his mind, as if he had been drained of all his strength.
He knew that even if he was to return to the lower world and wait for himself, he was destined to live in darkness and be a mausoleum keeper all his life!
……
There are 36 peaks in the back mountain of Tongtian sword.
Before long, Meng Qiujing's figure appeared in front of one of the peaks. As soon as he was informed, he entered a deep mountain path under the peak.
At the end of the mountain road, there is a huge pool of molten slurry. The red molten slurry is rolling, emitting a scorching and awe inspiring atmosphere.
A dark sword, floating and sinking in the molten pool, looks very mysterious.
"My Lord, it is most likely to come to light." Meng Qiujing bowed to salute, with a low voice and a look of fear.
"I heard that."
Suddenly, a void like figure emerged from the dark sword.
If you look at it carefully, it's an old man with a very indifferent look. His hair is clean and his eyes are as bright as a pair of suns, and the terrible fire light is flowing.
"At that time, I brought Yun Qingbai into the clan from a poor village. I trained him to be a leader of the top generation. Unfortunately But it's a poor move. "
The old man sighed, but no mood swings.
"Yun Qingbai is a very important chess piece. I put all my efforts on him and let him take charge of our plan when the top of the world falls behind the scenes."
The figure of the old man is illusory, floating on the dark sword.
"Now, it's too late to cultivate another descendant. Within ten years, the battle of the nine realms will open, which means Our decades old plan It's a complete failure... "
The old man said at the end, his voice filled with a strong sense of reluctance and hatred, "this damned cloud Qingbai, it's useless to destroy my great event!"
"According to the plan, if he becomes the first person in the top generation of the ancient wasteland, with his influence, he can play a key role in the coming of the nine domain battle. If the plan goes on smoothly, he can even wipe out all the top young people in the ancient wasteland at one stroke!""But..."
Speaking of this, the old man's face has become extremely ferocious, "he was killed!"
Boom!
A terrible murder spread from the old man. It was so terrible that Meng Qiujing was as stiff as ice.
"Hateful
The old man sighed and looked gloomy.
No one knows how much effort and price he paid for Yun Qingbai, but now, with Yun Qingbai's death, everything is in vain.
How can he not hate it?
"My Lord, why didn't you kill Lintian when you went to the lower world?"
Meng Qiujing hesitated for a long time and asked.
"Hum!"
The old man's face sank and his face was cold. He said, "up to now, I will tell you that this son's life experience is not simple."
"At that time, I wanted to wipe out all the Lin family, leaving no survivors. But when I took the hand, I was blocked by a mysterious man who came to rescue the son's mother. This man not only saved the son, but also broke the power of the border I laid down, and shocked those big people in the lower world."
Speaking of this, the old man's eyes flashed a strange color, like fear, also like doubt, "even I didn't expect that there were real emperor figures in the lower world!"
"What?"
Meng Qiujing is like being struck by lightning. The whole person is ignorant. How barren the lower world is, it is regarded as a wasteland by the ancient wasteland.
How can there be an emperor's realm there?
"Well! If not, do you think I can't kill a group of ants with my strength? "
The old man snorted coldly, "it's a pity that I didn't dare to stay at that time. I had to leave in a hurry with Yun Qingbai. Otherwise, I would know which emperor was sitting in the lower boundary!"
Meng Qiujing looks changeable.
He knew how terrible the old man's strength was. If it wasn't for the purpose of hiding his identity and not being noticed by the old directors in the ancient wasteland, he would not be afraid of the existence of any Saint King level with the old man's strength!
"My Lord, what shall we do next?"
Meng Qiujing can't help asking.
"The plan failed. I can't play a role in this ancient wasteland, only He left
The old man's voice was low, and he seemed very unwilling.
"My Lord, are you going back to your hometown? So What about me? "
Meng Qiujing asked.
"You can stay for the time being. I will contact you if I can use you in the future."
The old man made a decision.
Then, with a wave of his sleeve robe, a jade bottle was thrown out and thrown at Meng Qiujing's feet. "This is the antidote of the heart locking mantra. There are 100 pieces in total, which can make you suffer from the attack within a hundred years."
Meng Qiujing's face changed, and he said urgently, "my Lord, what if after a hundred years?"
"A hundred years later Hehe, maybe this ancient wasteland has already been broken. At that time, I will come to uncover the heart curse for you. "
The old man gave a faint smile.
Before long, Meng Qiujing left the cave like a lost soul, looking at the bright sky, but he felt very dazzling.
"Only leave me a hundred years, you How cruel
His heart was full of resentment, and he had several impulses to reveal the old man's identity.
But in the end, Meng Qiujing held back.
On this day, the terrible news came out from Tongtian sword sect. An old ancestor named fan Qi, who had been shut up in the fire and rock temple of Houshan mountain for many years, died of being possessed by the devil during his cultivation!
For a moment, Tongtian Jianzong was in mourning. The ancestor of fan Qi was a real saint, but he died in this way.
Yuxiu and kuya fell in the past, and Laozu fan Qi fell today. This is a great blow to Tongtian Jianzong.
Meng Qiujing is the only one who sneers. The ancestor of fan Qi died a hundred years ago. These years, he is just occupied by others.
Now that the man has left, his body will naturally be possessed and die.
……
When Lintian entered Baiyujing, he heard for the first time that the "ancestor of fan Qi" of Tongtian sword sect had fallen into the devil because of his cultivation.
For a moment, he was also stunned. How could such a saint die because of cultivation? Is the path of cultivation of the holy way so dangerous?
Soon, Lintian didn't pay attention to these.
He came to Baiyujing only to eradicate the accomplice who killed Lin's legitimate family members in those years!
Two days later.
Lintian finally inquired about all kinds of information he needed and targeted a man named song Qingyun.
Asked the restaurant.
On the second floor, a group of young talents are gathering. At the top of the meeting is a young man in feather clothes and proud.
His name is song Qingyun. He is a descendant of Tongtian sword sect. He is a hero of the younger generation and has the cultivation of yanlunjing.
Although there is only Yan lunjing cultivation, he seems to be the focus of the audience. People are sitting around him like the stars."Brother song, do you know the truth about the fall of the ancestor fan Qi? That's a saint. How could he die like that? "
Someone can't help asking.
Song Qingyun's face sank: "how can you pry into such confidential matters?"
Everyone immediately chatted.
At this time, suddenly a young man in a white dress went up to the second floor and came straight to song Qingyun and others.
As soon as he glanced, he fell on Song Qingyun, who was sitting in the top position.
"Song Qingyun?" Asked the young man.
All of a sudden, everyone in this room frowned.
-
PS: plus more! This chapter is a little bit informative. Please pay attention to it. In addition, please subscribe sincerely!
When he learned that Lintian had killed all the saints, Meng Rong was also frightened and scared. As the concubine of the former ziyao Empire, only Meng Rong knows how the news that the baby of the Lin family had the original spiritual pulse leaked out. It can be said that the main culprit in the bloody incident of the Lin family may be Yun Qingbai, but the accomplice must have something to do with her. But Meng Rong is not afraid. This is Tongtian sword sect. How could Lintian have the courage to kill him? According to the news, this son is only the cultivation of the seven calamities in his long life. The reason why he can kill the saints is nothing more than with the help of external forces. "Mother, we can't stay in Tongtian Jianzong all our life, can we?" Zhao Jingzhen is extremely agitated. He knew that with Lintian's character, he would never let them go! "There's something wrong. The clan is investigating the cause of Yun Qingbai's death. If the leader knows that Yun Qingbai's feud with the family behind Lintian was due to us, he won't forgive us." Suddenly, Meng Qiujing's tall figure came into the cloud light hall, with a gloomy look and worried brows. He is Meng Rong's father and Zhao Jingzhen's grandfather. "This..." Meng Rong was shocked. Zhao Jingzhen was also stiff and his face changed greatly. Only a few people in Tongtian sword sect knew about Yun Qingbai's taking away Lintian's original spiritual pulse. Once it was exposed, it would inevitably lead to the sect's anger, and they certainly couldn't escape the relationship. "Meng Rong, take Zhao Jingzhen away." Meng Qiujing took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "go back to the lower world and ask for Zhao Yuanji's help. Jingzhen is his own son, and he can't be helpless." "He?" Meng Rong trembled and his face changed. The man, who was in charge of ziyao Empire, was as powerful as a sea. Even as his concubine, Meng Rong never understood this man. He was like a mystery, unfathomable and ruthless! If not necessary, she would rather never see this person again. "Grandfather, my father will only let me guard the imperial mausoleum. Rather than that, I'd rather stay in tongtianjianzong." Zhao Jingzhen was also flustered. In his mind, father is a terrible existence, in his eyes, only the world and the road. Among the royal family, Zhao Jingxuan is the only one who can be seen by his father! "Go ahead." Meng Qiujing seems determined, "I will open the border node leading to the lower boundary for you. After going back this time, don't come back again!" All the passages to the lower boundary had been broken. Meng Qiujing believed that unless Lintian could master similar boundary nodes, he would never return to the lower boundary again. Meng Rong looked uncertain. After a long time, he took a deep breath and nodded his head. But Zhao Jingzhen is out of his mind, as if he had been drained of all his strength. He knew that even if he was to return to the lower world and wait for himself, he was destined to live in darkness and be a mausoleum keeper all his life! There are 36 peaks in the back mountain of Tongtian sword. Before long, Meng Qiujing's figure appeared in front of one of the peaks. As soon as he was informed, he entered a deep mountain path under the peak. At the end of the mountain road, there is a huge pool of molten slurry. The red molten slurry is rolling, emitting a scorching and awe inspiring atmosphere. A dark sword, floating and sinking in the molten pool, looks very mysterious. "My Lord, it is most likely to come to light." Meng Qiujing bowed to salute, with a low voice and a look of fear. "I heard that." Suddenly, a void like figure emerged from the dark sword. If you look at it carefully, it's an old man with a very indifferent look. His hair is clean and his eyes are as bright as a pair of suns, and the terrible fire light is flowing. "At that time, I brought Yun Qingbai into the clan from a poor village. I trained him to be a leader of the top generation. Unfortunately But it's a poor move. " The old man sighed, but no mood swings. "Yun Qingbai is a very important chess piece. I put all my efforts on him and let him take charge of our plan when the top of the world falls behind the scenes." The figure of the old man is illusory, floating on the dark sword. "Now, it's too late to cultivate another descendant. Within ten years, the battle of the nine realms will open, which means Our decades old plan It's a complete failure... " The old man said at the end, his voice filled with a strong sense of reluctance and hatred, "this damned cloud Qingbai, it's useless to destroy my great event!" "According to the plan, if he becomes the first person in the top generation of the ancient wasteland, with his influence, he can play a key role in the coming of the nine domain battle. If the plan goes on smoothly, he can even wipe out all the top young people in the ancient wasteland at one stroke!""But..." Speaking of this, the old man's face has become extremely ferocious, "he was killed!" Boom! A terrible murder spread from the old man. It was so terrible that Meng Qiujing was as stiff as ice. "Hateful The old man sighed and looked gloomy. No one knows how much effort and price he paid for Yun Qingbai, but now, with Yun Qingbai's death, everything is in vain. How can he not hate it? "My Lord, why didn't you kill Lintian when you went to the lower world?" Meng Qiujing hesitated for a long time and asked. "Hum!" The old man's face sank and his face was cold. He said, "up to now, I will tell you that this son's life experience is not simple." "At that time, I wanted to wipe out all the Lin family, leaving no survivors. But when I took the hand, I was blocked by a mysterious man who came to rescue the son's mother. This man not only saved the son, but also broke the power of the border I laid down, and shocked those big people in the lower world." Speaking of this, the old man's eyes flashed a strange color, like fear, also like doubt, "even I didn't expect that there were real emperor figures in the lower world!" "What?" Meng Qiujing is like being struck by lightning. The whole person is ignorant. How barren the lower world is, it is regarded as a wasteland by the ancient wasteland. How can there be an emperor's realm there? "Well! If not, do you think I can't kill a group of ants with my strength? " The old man snorted coldly, "it's a pity that I didn't dare to stay at that time. I had to leave in a hurry with Yun Qingbai. Otherwise, I would know which emperor was sitting in the lower boundary!" Meng Qiujing looks changeable. He knew how terrible the old man's strength was. If it wasn't for the purpose of hiding his identity and not being noticed by the old directors in the ancient wasteland, he would not be afraid of the existence of any Saint King level with the old man's strength! "My Lord, what shall we do next?" Meng Qiujing can't help asking. "The plan failed. I can't play a role in this ancient wasteland, only He left The old man's voice was low, and he seemed very unwilling. "My Lord, are you going back to your hometown? So What about me? " Meng Qiujing asked. "You can stay for the time being. I will contact you if I can use you in the future." The old man made a decision. Then, with a wave of his sleeve robe, a jade bottle was thrown out and thrown at Meng Qiujing's feet. "This is the antidote of the heart locking mantra. There are 100 pieces in total, which can make you suffer from the attack within a hundred years." Meng Qiujing's face changed, and he said urgently, "my Lord, what if after a hundred years?" "A hundred years later Hehe, maybe this ancient wasteland has already been broken. At that time, I will come to uncover the heart curse for you. " The old man gave a faint smile. Before long, Meng Qiujing left the cave like a lost soul, looking at the bright sky, but he felt very dazzling. "Only leave me a hundred years, you How cruel His heart was full of resentment, and he had several impulses to reveal the old man's identity. But in the end, Meng Qiujing held back. On this day, the terrible news came out from Tongtian sword sect. An old ancestor named fan Qi, who had been shut up in the fire and rock temple of Houshan mountain for many years, died of being possessed by the devil during his cultivation! For a moment, Tongtian Jianzong was in mourning. The ancestor of fan Qi was a real saint, but he died in this way. Yuxiu and kuya fell in the past, and Laozu fan Qi fell today. This is a great blow to Tongtian Jianzong. Meng Qiujing is the only one who sneers. The ancestor of fan Qi died a hundred years ago. These years, he is just occupied by others. Now that the man has left, his body will naturally be possessed and die. When Lintian entered Baiyujing, he heard for the first time that the "ancestor of fan Qi" of Tongtian sword sect had fallen into the devil because of his cultivation. For a moment, he was also stunned. How could such a saint die because of cultivation? Is the path of cultivation of the holy way so dangerous? Soon, Lintian didn't pay attention to these. He came to Baiyujing only to eradicate the accomplice who killed Lin's legitimate family members in those years! Two days later. Lintian finally inquired about all kinds of information he needed and targeted a man named song Qingyun. Asked the restaurant. On the second floor, a group of young talents are gathering. At the top of the meeting is a young man in feather clothes and proud. His name is song Qingyun. He is a descendant of Tongtian sword sect. He is a hero of the younger generation and has the cultivation of yanlunjing. Although there is only Yan lunjing cultivation, he seems to be the focus of the audience. People are sitting around him like the stars."Brother song, do you know the truth about the fall of the ancestor fan Qi? That's a saint. How could he die like that? " Someone can't help asking. Song Qingyun's face sank: "how can you pry into such confidential matters?" Everyone immediately chatted. At this time, suddenly a young man in a white dress went up to the second floor and came straight to song Qingyun and others. As soon as he glanced, he fell on Song Qingyun, who was sitting in the top position. "Song Qingyun?" Asked the young man. All of a sudden, everyone in this room frowned. - PS: plus more! This chapter is a little bit informative. Please pay attention to it. In addition, please subscribe sincerely!
