Chapter 1359
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Ask yourself, Meng Rong was frightened and frightened when he learned that Lintian had killed the saints.
As the former imperial concubine of the Obsidian Empire, only Meng Rong knew how the news that the Lin family baby had the original spiritual pulse leaked out.
It can be said that the main culprit of 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 seven robberies in his eternal life. He can kill the saints only with the help of external forces.
"Mother, we can't stay in Tongtian sword sect all our life, can't we?"
Zhao Jingzhen was extremely agitated.
He knew that with Lintian's character, he would not let them go!
"Something's wrong. The sect is investigating the cause of Yun Qingbai's death. If the leader knows that Yun Qingbai's feud with the family behind Lintian was caused by us, he will not forgive us."
Suddenly, Meng Qiujing's tall figure walked into the cloud light hall, with a gloomy look and a worried look between his eyebrows.
He is Meng Rong's father and Zhao Jingzhen's grandfather.
"This..."
Meng Rong was startled.
Zhao Jingzhen was also stiff and his face changed greatly.
Only a few people in Tongtian sword sect knew that Yun Qingbai took away Lintian's original spiritual pulse. Once it was exposed, it would inevitably lead to the sect's anger, and they must have something to do with it.
"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 Zhao Yuanji for help. Jing Zhen is his own son. He can't die."
"He?"
Meng Rong trembled and his face changed. The man was in charge of the Obsidian empire. The city was like a sea, and his power was towering.
Even as his concubine, Meng Rong never understood this man. He was like a mystery, unfathomable and ruthless!
If it were not necessary, she would rather never see this person again all her life.
"Grandpa, my father will only let me guard the imperial mausoleum. Instead of this, I'd rather stay with Tianjian sect."
Zhao Jingzhen also panicked.
In his impression, his father is simply a terrible existence. In his eyes, there is only the world and the road.
Among the royal family's children, Zhao Jingxuan is the only one who can enter his father's eyes!
"Go."
Meng Qiujing seemed to have made up his mind, "I will open the boundary node leading to the lower world for you. Don't come back after going back this time!"
The passages to the lower boundary had already been broken. Meng Qiujing believed that unless Lintian could master similar nodes, he would never return to the lower boundary in his life.
Meng Rong looked uncertain. After taking a deep breath for a long time, he nodded and agreed.
Zhao Jingzhen was lost, as if she had been drained of all her strength.
He knew that even if he returned to the lower boundary and waited 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 sect.
Before long, Meng Qiujing's figure appeared in front of one of the peaks. After a brief notice, he entered the depths of a deep mountain path under the peak.
At the end of the mountain path, there is a huge molten slurry pool. The fiery red molten slurry rolls, emitting a searing and awe inspiring smell.
A dark magic sword, floating and sinking in the molten pool, looks very mysterious.
"My Lord, the matter is likely to be exposed." Meng Qiujing bowed and saluted in a low voice, with an indisputable fear in his expression.
"I heard."
Suddenly, a figure like nothingness emerged from the dark sword.
Looking carefully, it was an old man with an extremely indifferent look. His hair was clean and tidy, and his eyes were as bright as a pair of sun, with terrible fire.
"In those years, I brought Yun Qingbai from a small barren village to zongmen, and I trained him to be an adult. I wanted to make him a leader of the top generation, but unfortunately... It was a bad move."
The old man sighed, but there was no emotional fluctuation.
"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 land falls behind the scenes."
The old man's figure is like an illusion, floating on the dark magic sword.
"Now, it's too late to train another successor. Within ten years, the battle between the nine regions will start, which means that... Our plan of painstaking management for decades... Has completely failed..."
At last, the old man said, "this damn cloud Qingbai is useless to ruin my great event!"
"According to the plan, if he becomes the first person among the top people in the ancient wasteland, with his influence, he can play a key role when the battle of the nine regions comes. If the plan is carried out smoothly, he can even destroy all the top people of the young generation in the ancient wasteland!"
"But..."
Speaking of this, the old man looked very ferocious, "he was killed!"
Boom!
A terrible killing machine spread from the old man. It was so terrible that Meng Qiujing was stiff and fell into an ice cave.
"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?
"Sir, why didn't you kill Lintian when you went to the lower boundary?"
Meng Qiujing hesitated for a long time and couldn't help asking.
"Hum!"
The old man's face sank, his face was cold, and said, "up to now, I won't hide it from you. This son's life experience is not simple."
"At that time, I wanted to wipe out all the Lin family, but when I did it, I was blocked by a mysterious man who came to rescue the son's mother. This man not only saved Lintian, but also broke the boundary power I set, and alerted the big people in the lower world."
Speaking of this, the old man's eyes flashed a different color, like fear and doubt, "even I didn't expect that there were real imperial figures in the lower world!"
"What?"
Meng Qiujing is like being struck by lightning. The whole person is ignorant of how barren the lower boundary is. It is regarded as an abandoned place by the ancient wasteland.
There, how can there be an imperial realm?
"Hum! If not, do you think I can't kill a group of mole like things with my strength?"
The old man Leng hum, "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'm sure I can know which Empire is sitting in the lower boundary!"
Meng Qiujing looks changeable.
He knows how terrible the old man's strength is. If it's not for hiding his identity and not being noticed by the old directors in the ancient wasteland, he is not afraid of the existence of any Saint King level with the old man's strength!
"My Lord, what shall we do next?"
Meng Qiujing couldn't help asking.
"The plan failed. I stayed in this ancient wasteland and couldn't play a role. I had to... Leave."
The old man's voice was low and unwilling.
"Sir, are you going back to your hometown? What about... Me?"
Meng Qiujing asked.
"Just stay for a while. If I can use you in the future, I will contact you."
The old man made a decision.
With that, he waved his sleeve robe, threw out a jade bottle and threw it at Meng Qiujing's feet. "This is the antidote to the heart lock curse. There are a total of 100, which is enough to let you be eaten back in a hundred years."
Meng Qiujing's face changed and said anxiously, "Sir, what if it will be a hundred years later?"
"A hundred years later... Hehe, maybe this ancient wasteland has already been broken. At that time, I will come and completely uncover the curse of unlocking for you."
The old man smiled faintly.
Before long, Meng Qiujing left the cave in a daze. Looking at the bright sky, he felt very dazzling.
"Only leave me a hundred years of life, you... So cruel!"
His resentment was hard to deal with. He had an impulse several times to uncover the old man's identity and expose it completely.
But in the end, Meng Qiujing held back.
On this day, the Tongtian sword sect heard shocking news. An old ancestor named 'fan Qi', who had been closed in the fire rock holy pool of Houshan for many years, died of being possessed by fire in his cultivation!
For a time, all the people of Tongtian sword sect were mourning. The ancestor of fan Qi was a true saint, but he died in this way.
Yu Xiu and kuya fell before, and the ancestor of fan Qi fell today. This is a great blow to Tongtian sword sect.
Only Meng Qiujing sneered in his heart. The ancestor of fan Qi died a hundred years ago. These years, he was just occupied by others.
Now that the man has left, his body naturally "goes crazy" and dies.
……
When Lintian entered the white jade capital, he heard the news that the "ancestor fan Qi" of Tongtian sword sect fell into the devil because of his cultivation.
For a moment, he was also stunned. Could such a saint die because of cultivation? Is there such a dangerous way to cultivate the holy way?
Soon Lintian ignored these.
He came to Baiyujing only to eradicate the accomplices who killed the Lin family's direct relatives in those years!
Two days later.
Lintian finally got all kinds of information he needed and locked the target, a man named song Qingyun.
Asked the restaurant.
On the second floor, a group of young talents are gathering. Sitting at the top is a proud young man in feather clothes.
His name is song Qingyun. He is a descendant of Tongtian sword sect. He is a young hero with yanlunjing cultivation.
Although there was only yanlunjing cultivation, he seemed to be the focus of the audience. Everyone sat around him like the stars and the moon.
"Brother song, do you know the truth about the fall of fan Qi's ancestor? That's a saint. How could he die like this?"
Someone couldn't help asking.
Song Qingyun's face sank: "can you inquire about such confidential matters?"
The crowd immediately chatted up.
At this time, suddenly a young man in moon white walked up the second floor and walked straight towards song Qingyun and others.
With a sweep of his eyes, he fell on Song Qingyun, who was sitting in the top position.
"Song Qingyun?" Asked the young man.
Suddenly, everyone here frowned.
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Ask yourself, Meng Rong was frightened and frightened when he learned that Lintian had killed the saints.
As the former imperial concubine of the Obsidian Empire, only Meng Rong knew how the news that the Lin family baby had the original spiritual pulse leaked out.
It can be said that the main culprit of 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 seven robberies in his eternal life. He can kill the saints only with the help of external forces.
"Mother, we can't stay in Tongtian sword sect all our life, can't we?"
Zhao Jingzhen was extremely agitated.
He knew that with Lintian's character, he would not let them go!
"Something's wrong. The sect is investigating the cause of Yun Qingbai's death. If the leader knows that Yun Qingbai's feud with the family behind Lintian was caused by us, he will not forgive us."
Suddenly, Meng Qiujing's tall figure walked into the cloud light hall, with a gloomy look and a worried look between his eyebrows.
He is Meng Rong's father and Zhao Jingzhen's grandfather.
"This..."
Meng Rong was startled.
Zhao Jingzhen was also stiff and his face changed greatly.
Only a few people in Tongtian sword sect knew that Yun Qingbai took away Lintian's original spiritual pulse. Once it was exposed, it would inevitably lead to the sect's anger, and they must have something to do with it.
"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 Zhao Yuanji for help. Jing Zhen is his own son. He can't die."
"He?"
Meng Rong trembled and his face changed. The man was in charge of the Obsidian empire. The city was like a sea, and his power was towering.
Even as his concubine, Meng Rong never understood this man. He was like a mystery, unfathomable and ruthless!
If it were not necessary, she would rather never see this person again all her life.
"Grandpa, my father will only let me guard the imperial mausoleum. Instead of this, I'd rather stay with Tianjian sect."
Zhao Jingzhen also panicked.
In his impression, his father is simply a terrible existence. In his eyes, there is only the world and the road.
Among the royal family's children, Zhao Jingxuan is the only one who can enter his father's eyes!
"Go."
Meng Qiujing seemed to have made up his mind, "I will open the boundary node leading to the lower world for you. Don't come back after going back this time!"
The passages to the lower boundary had already been broken. Meng Qiujing believed that unless Lintian could master similar nodes, he would never return to the lower boundary in his life.
Meng Rong looked uncertain. After taking a deep breath for a long time, he nodded and agreed.
Zhao Jingzhen was lost, as if she had been drained of all her strength.
He knew that even if he returned to the lower boundary and waited 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 sect.
Before long, Meng Qiujing's figure appeared in front of one of the peaks. After a brief notice, he entered the depths of a deep mountain path under the peak.
At the end of the mountain path, there is a huge molten slurry pool. The fiery red molten slurry rolls, emitting a searing and awe inspiring smell.
A dark magic sword, floating and sinking in the molten pool, looks very mysterious.
"My Lord, the matter is likely to be exposed." Meng Qiujing bowed and saluted in a low voice, with an indisputable fear in his expression.
"I heard."
Suddenly, a figure like nothingness emerged from the dark sword.
Looking carefully, it was an old man with an extremely indifferent look. His hair was clean and tidy, and his eyes were as bright as a pair of sun, with terrible fire.
"In those years, I brought Yun Qingbai from a small barren village to zongmen, and I trained him to be an adult. I wanted to make him a leader of the top generation, but unfortunately... It was a bad move."
The old man sighed, but there was no emotional fluctuation.
"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 land falls behind the scenes."
The old man's figure is like an illusion, floating on the dark magic sword.
"Now, it's too late to train another successor. Within ten years, the battle between the nine regions will start, which means that... Our plan of painstaking management for decades... Has completely failed..."
At last, the old man said, "this damn cloud Qingbai is useless to ruin my great event!"
"According to the plan, if he becomes the first person among the top people in the ancient wasteland, with his influence, he can play a key role when the battle of the nine regions comes. If the plan is carried out smoothly, he can even destroy all the top people of the young generation in the ancient wasteland!"
"But..."
Speaking of this, the old man looked very ferocious, "he was killed!"
Boom!
A terrible killing machine spread from the old man. It was so terrible that Meng Qiujing was stiff and fell into an ice cave.
"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?
"Sir, why didn't you kill Lintian when you went to the lower boundary?"
Meng Qiujing hesitated for a long time and couldn't help asking.
"Hum!"
The old man's face sank, his face was cold, and said, "up to now, I won't hide it from you. This son's life experience is not simple."
"At that time, I wanted to wipe out all the Lin family, but when I did it, I was blocked by a mysterious man who came to rescue the son's mother. This man not only saved Lintian, but also broke the boundary power I set, and alerted the big people in the lower world."
Speaking of this, the old man's eyes flashed a different color, like fear and doubt, "even I didn't expect that there were real imperial figures in the lower world!"
"What?"
Meng Qiujing is like being struck by lightning. The whole person is ignorant of how barren the lower boundary is. It is regarded as an abandoned place by the ancient wasteland.
There, how can there be an imperial realm?
"Hum! If not, do you think I can't kill a group of mole like things with my strength?"
The old man Leng hum, "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'm sure I can know which Empire is sitting in the lower boundary!"
Meng Qiujing looks changeable.
He knows how terrible the old man's strength is. If it's not for hiding his identity and not being noticed by the old directors in the ancient wasteland, he is not afraid of the existence of any Saint King level with the old man's strength!
"My Lord, what shall we do next?"
Meng Qiujing couldn't help asking.
"The plan failed. I stayed in this ancient wasteland and couldn't play a role. I had to... Leave."
The old man's voice was low and unwilling.
"Sir, are you going back to your hometown? What about... Me?"
Meng Qiujing asked.
"Just stay for a while. If I can use you in the future, I will contact you."
The old man made a decision.
With that, he waved his sleeve robe, threw out a jade bottle and threw it at Meng Qiujing's feet. "This is the antidote to the heart lock curse. There are a total of 100, which is enough to let you be eaten back in a hundred years."
Meng Qiujing's face changed and said anxiously, "Sir, what if it will be a hundred years later?"
"A hundred years later... Hehe, maybe this ancient wasteland has already been broken. At that time, I will come and completely uncover the curse of unlocking for you."
The old man smiled faintly.
Before long, Meng Qiujing left the cave in a daze. Looking at the bright sky, he felt very dazzling.
"Only leave me a hundred years of life, you... So cruel!"
His resentment was hard to deal with. He had an impulse several times to uncover the old man's identity and expose it completely.
But in the end, Meng Qiujing held back.
On this day, the Tongtian sword sect heard shocking news. An old ancestor named 'fan Qi', who had been closed in the fire rock holy pool of Houshan for many years, died of being possessed by fire in his cultivation!
For a time, all the people of Tongtian sword sect were mourning. The ancestor of fan Qi was a true saint, but he died in this way.
Yu Xiu and kuya fell before, and the ancestor of fan Qi fell today. This is a great blow to Tongtian sword sect.
Only Meng Qiujing sneered in his heart. The ancestor of fan Qi died a hundred years ago. These years, he was just occupied by others.
Now that the man has left, his body naturally "goes crazy" and dies.
……
When Lintian entered the white jade capital, he heard the news that the "ancestor fan Qi" of Tongtian sword sect fell into the devil because of his cultivation.
For a moment, he was also stunned. Could such a saint die because of cultivation? Is there such a dangerous way to cultivate the holy way?
Soon Lintian ignored these.
He came to Baiyujing only to eradicate the accomplices who killed the Lin family's direct relatives in those years!
Two days later.
Lintian finally got all kinds of information he needed and locked the target, a man named song Qingyun.
Asked the restaurant.
On the second floor, a group of young talents are gathering. Sitting at the top is a proud young man in feather clothes.
His name is song Qingyun. He is a descendant of Tongtian sword sect. He is a young hero with yanlunjing cultivation.
Although there was only yanlunjing cultivation, he seemed to be the focus of the audience. Everyone sat around him like the stars and the moon.
"Brother song, do you know the truth about the fall of fan Qi's ancestor? That's a saint. How could he die like this?"
Someone couldn't help asking.
Song Qingyun's face sank: "can you inquire about such confidential matters?"
The crowd immediately chatted up.
At this time, suddenly a young man in moon white walked up the second floor and walked straight towards song Qingyun and others.
With a sweep of his eyes, he fell on Song Qingyun, who was sitting in the top position.
"Song Qingyun?" Asked the young man.
Suddenly, everyone here frowned.
——
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Ask yourself, Meng Rong was frightened and frightened when he learned that Lintian had killed the saints.As the former imperial concubine of the Obsidian Empire, only Meng Rong knew how the news that the Lin family baby had the original spiritual pulse leaked out.It can be said that the main culprit of 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 seven robberies in his eternal life. He can kill the saints only with the help of external forces."Mother, we can't stay in Tongtian sword sect all our life, can't we?"Zhao Jingzhen was extremely agitated.He knew that with Lintian's character, he would not let them go!"Something's wrong. The sect is investigating the cause of Yun Qingbai's death. If the leader knows that Yun Qingbai's feud with the family behind Lintian was caused by us, he will not forgive us."Suddenly, Meng Qiujing's tall figure walked into the cloud light hall, with a gloomy look and a worried look between his eyebrows.He is Meng Rong's father and Zhao Jingzhen's grandfather."This..."Meng Rong was startled.Zhao Jingzhen was also stiff and his face changed greatly.Only a few people in Tongtian sword sect knew that Yun Qingbai took away Lintian's original spiritual pulse. Once it was exposed, it would inevitably lead to the sect's anger, and they must have something to do with it."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 Zhao Yuanji for help. Jing Zhen is his own son. He can't die.""He?"Meng Rong trembled and his face changed. The man was in charge of the Obsidian empire. The city was like a sea, and his power was towering.Even as his concubine, Meng Rong never understood this man. He was like a mystery, unfathomable and ruthless!If it were not necessary, she would rather never see this person again all her life."Grandpa, my father will only let me guard the imperial mausoleum. Instead of this, I'd rather stay with Tianjian sect."Zhao Jingzhen also panicked.In his impression, his father is simply a terrible existence. In his eyes, there is only the world and the road.Among the royal family's children, Zhao Jingxuan is the only one who can enter his father's eyes!"Go."Meng Qiujing seemed to have made up his mind, "I will open the boundary node leading to the lower world for you. Don't come back after going back this time!"The passages to the lower boundary had already been broken. Meng Qiujing believed that unless Lintian could master similar nodes, he would never return to the lower boundary in his life.Meng Rong looked uncertain. After taking a deep breath for a long time, he nodded and agreed.Zhao Jingzhen was lost, as if she had been drained of all her strength.He knew that even if he returned to the lower boundary and waited 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 sect.Before long, Meng Qiujing's figure appeared in front of one of the peaks. After a brief notice, he entered the depths of a deep mountain path under the peak.At the end of the mountain path, there is a huge molten slurry pool. The fiery red molten slurry rolls, emitting a searing and awe inspiring smell.A dark magic sword, floating and sinking in the molten pool, looks very mysterious."My Lord, the matter is likely to be exposed." Meng Qiujing bowed and saluted in a low voice, with an indisputable fear in his expression."I heard."Suddenly, a figure like nothingness emerged from the dark sword.Looking carefully, it was an old man with an extremely indifferent look. His hair was clean and tidy, and his eyes were as bright as a pair of sun, with terrible fire."In those years, I brought Yun Qingbai from a small barren village to zongmen, and I trained him to be an adult. I wanted to make him a leader of the top generation, but unfortunately... It was a bad move."The old man sighed, but there was no emotional fluctuation."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 land falls behind the scenes."The old man's figure is like an illusion, floating on the dark magic sword."Now, it's too late to train another successor. Within ten years, the battle between the nine regions will start, which means that... Our plan of painstaking management for decades... Has completely failed..."At last, the old man said, "this damn cloud Qingbai is useless to ruin my great event!""According to the plan, if he becomes the first person among the top people in the ancient wasteland, with his influence, he can play a key role when the battle of the nine regions comes. If the plan is carried out smoothly, he can even destroy all the top people of the young generation in the ancient wasteland!""But..."Speaking of this, the old man looked very ferocious, "he was killed!"Boom!A terrible killing machine spread from the old man. It was so terrible that Meng Qiujing was stiff and fell into an ice cave."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?"Sir, why didn't you kill Lintian when you went to the lower boundary?"Meng Qiujing hesitated for a long time and couldn't help asking."Hum!"The old man's face sank, his face was cold, and said, "up to now, I won't hide it from you. This son's life experience is not simple.""At that time, I wanted to wipe out all the Lin family, but when I did it, I was blocked by a mysterious man who came to rescue the son's mother. This man not only saved Lintian, but also broke the boundary power I set, and alerted the big people in the lower world."Speaking of this, the old man's eyes flashed a different color, like fear and doubt, "even I didn't expect that there were real imperial figures in the lower world!""What?"Meng Qiujing is like being struck by lightning. The whole person is ignorant of how barren the lower boundary is. It is regarded as an abandoned place by the ancient wasteland.There, how can there be an imperial realm?"Hum! If not, do you think I can't kill a group of mole like things with my strength?"The old man Leng hum, "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'm sure I can know which Empire is sitting in the lower boundary!"Meng Qiujing looks changeable.He knows how terrible the old man's strength is. If it's not for hiding his identity and not being noticed by the old directors in the ancient wasteland, he is not afraid of the existence of any Saint King level with the old man's strength!"My Lord, what shall we do next?"Meng Qiujing couldn't help asking."The plan failed. I stayed in this ancient wasteland and couldn't play a role. I had to... Leave."The old man's voice was low and unwilling."Sir, are you going back to your hometown? What about... Me?"Meng Qiujing asked."Just stay for a while. If I can use you in the future, I will contact you."The old man made a decision.With that, he waved his sleeve robe, threw out a jade bottle and threw it at Meng Qiujing's feet. "This is the antidote to the heart lock curse. There are a total of 100, which is enough to let you be eaten back in a hundred years."Meng Qiujing's face changed and said anxiously, "Sir, what if it will be a hundred years later?""A hundred years later... Hehe, maybe this ancient wasteland has already been broken. At that time, I will come and completely uncover the curse of unlocking for you."The old man smiled faintly.Before long, Meng Qiujing left the cave in a daze. Looking at the bright sky, he felt very dazzling."Only leave me a hundred years of life, you... So cruel!"His resentment was hard to deal with. He had an impulse several times to uncover the old man's identity and expose it completely.But in the end, Meng Qiujing held back.On this day, the Tongtian sword sect heard shocking news. An old ancestor named 'fan Qi', who had been closed in the fire rock holy pool of Houshan for many years, died of being possessed by fire in his cultivation!For a time, all the people of Tongtian sword sect were mourning. The ancestor of fan Qi was a true saint, but he died in this way.Yu Xiu and kuya fell before, and the ancestor of fan Qi fell today. This is a great blow to Tongtian sword sect.Only Meng Qiujing sneered in his heart. The ancestor of fan Qi died a hundred years ago. These years, he was just occupied by others.Now that the man has left, his body naturally "goes crazy" and dies.When Lintian entered the white jade capital, he heard the news that the "ancestor fan Qi" of Tongtian sword sect fell into the devil because of his cultivation.For a moment, he was also stunned. Could such a saint die because of cultivation? Is there such a dangerous way to cultivate the holy way?Soon Lintian ignored these.He came to Baiyujing only to eradicate the accomplices who killed the Lin family's direct relatives in those years!Two days later.Lintian finally got all kinds of information he needed and locked the target, a man named song Qingyun.Asked the restaurant.On the second floor, a group of young talents are gathering. Sitting at the top is a proud young man in feather clothes.His name is song Qingyun. He is a descendant of Tongtian sword sect. He is a young hero with yanlunjing cultivation.Although there was only yanlunjing cultivation, he seemed to be the focus of the audience. Everyone sat around him like the stars and the moon."Brother song, do you know the truth about the fall of fan Qi's ancestor? That's a saint. How could he die like this?"Someone couldn't help asking.Song Qingyun's face sank: "can you inquire about such confidential matters?"The crowd immediately chatted up.At this time, suddenly a young man in moon white walked up the second floor and walked straight towards song Qingyun and others.With a sweep of his eyes, he fell on Song Qingyun, who was sitting in the top position."Song Qingyun?" Asked the young man.Suddenly, everyone here frowned.PS: plus more! This chapter has a large amount of information. Please pay attention to children's shoes. In addition, please subscribe very seriously and sincerely!
