Zhong Sanpu is not dead, or he is not much better alive than dead, when Li Tianqi saw his soul in an extremely hidden dark room in the apse of the Qingyang Sword Sect Lord's Peak, he understood the general truth of the matter.

The soul is encased in a delicate milk-colored vase, which resembles an ordinary long-necked vase, made of extremely rare polar warm jade, containing the aura of heaven and earth, and can be used by practitioners of the high realm to nourish the soul that has been damaged.

The spell caster is an old Taoist with white beard and white eyebrows, dressed in a white robe, and the cultivation realm has also reached the upper realm of transforming into a god, only one line worse than Zhong Sanpu, but in terms of temperament, he should be in the Qingyang Sword Sect with a higher rank, Li Tianchou followed Xiu Daoren all the way to the secret room, and saw that he had great respect for the old man, and he turned out to be Zhong Sanpu's uncle and ancestor, and he had participated in the rescue of the ancestor who was trapped by the Holy Blood Array in the wasteland, and he really didn't know how many years he lived.

"Master, how is my uncle?"

The white-eyed old man should have stayed in the secret room for a long time, thinking hard about the way to save him, but he was helpless, and said with a long sigh, "This demon's method is peculiar, the old man is powerless, he feels that he has three souls and seven souls, missing one soul and two souls, all his memories have been erased, and the surviving souls are also bound by a strange gray thing, I am afraid it will be difficult to last long." ”

Xiu Daoren's expression was gloomy, he turned around and bowed down to the treasure bottle again, and said in a trembling voice, "Uncle Shi, I know that the person who harmed you is not that Li Tianji, but the demon who fled from the Nameless Mountain, the master and nephew are incompetent, not their opponents, but they can't bear to suffer from this, so they want to borrow the treasure of the Zhenzong of this sect to use the Zhenshan pestle, deceive this demon, strangle it, and avenge Uncle Shi." ”

"You've decided?" asked the white-eyed old man, bowing his head.

"It's decided. Hugh's tone was indifferent, but his expression was decisive.

"What do you do?"

"No, I just want to ambush the Descending Cloud Sword Formation behind the mountain protection array, and when this demon enters the mountain, he will suddenly urge it, which will definitely catch him off guard. ”

"So, you have already moved the elders of the Sword Hall?"

The silence of the Hugh is an acknowledgment.

"How sure are you?"

"Less than two points. ”

"With less than two points, you dare to gamble so much, so where do you put the safety of the sect?"

"The sect master has been humiliated, if my Sword Sect has no reaction, what is the use of talking about the safety and future of the sect?"

"Presumptuous!" "My sect has gone through tens of thousands of years, and how many ups and downs have it experienced during that time?" Don't say that the sect master was humiliated, that is, the entire mountain gate was attacked by someone, and almost slaughtered by the enemy's disciples, and this experience has been more than once, but the Qingyang Sword Sect is still inherited to this day, what does it rely on? It is faith, wisdom, and reverence for the Great Dao, not your reckless behavior!"

"May I ask my ancestor, how long has it been since you joined the WTO?"

The white-eyed old man was stunned, and then sneered, "Do you want to say that after Xingjue ran outside, he thought that he was highly knowledgeable and looked down on old age?"

"The disciple didn't dare. "Xiu Daoren bowed his head," but since it talks about the outside world, the disciples are brave, because of the sudden changes in the breath of heaven and earth, most sects chose to hide and escape the world, and it seems that they can be alone and continue the inheritance, or they can bend and stretch, and conform to the time of the sky, but in fact, they are escaping reality and digging their own graves. ”

The white-eyed old Taoist stood up suddenly, and pointed at the Xiu Daoist angrily, but his fingers trembled for a long time and he couldn't speak.

Hugh Daoren was unmoved, and still said loudly, "The ancestor is angry, spit out the old and accept the new, the way is the way to grow and reproduce, so the self-contained can only become more and more dull and rotten, if you say that the disciple's harvest of this trip, it is this sentence, I have recited it since the beginning, and I only remembered it the day before yesterday, and it turned out that the disciple never put this word in his heart." ”

"That's it, that's it. The white-eyed old man said dejectedly, "You are the designated future sect master, since you have made up your mind, you will submit it to the elders' hall for discussion." ”

"But the Qingyang Sword Sect has stood for tens of thousands of years, how can it really be self-contained? The current situation is like this, and it is not something that you and I can talk about in a few words as juniors, it is a last resort, knowing that it cannot be done, it seems to be brave, but it is actually stupid!"

The white-eyed old man flicked his sleeves and left, and Xiu Daoren's strength seemed to be drained, and he sat down on the futon in a gloomy manner, muttering to himself, "What do you think?"

"The catastrophe of the end times is coming, how to deal with it? If it weren't for following my uncle into the world, the disciple originally didn't have any ideas, at most he hid in the sect like his peers, ignorant and fearless, and finally returned to dust with the world, but since he saw it, If you encounter it, you can no longer talk to yourself and deceive yourself, otherwise it will be as ridiculous as knowing that you enter at night with robbers, but we will put a bedding on our heads and pretend not to see it, let others slaughter and spit on ourselves is not the inheritance of the Qingyang Sword Sect, nor is it the original intention of the disciple's cultivation, even if it is stupid and reckless to do so, the disciple would rather come again. ”

Li Tianchou was greatly relieved in his heart, and he was also quite shocked, it turned out that Xiu Dao people had already calculated in their hearts, and they had already planned how to avenge their uncle, and did not hesitate to sacrifice the survival of the Qingyang Sword Sect, which can be described as magnificent, he never thought that the sect that had been away from the world for a hundred years still had bloody people, but he was still guessing that Xiu Daoren pretended to be injured and ran back to the sect, which seemed to be smart, but in fact it was also an act of evasion.

The haze accumulated in his heart was swept away, and Li Tianchou sighed, the mortal world, especially cultivators, needs such a hot-blooded man, but what the white-eyed old man said is not bad, the blood is there, but it is still stupid, why don't you crush that blue bead and ask for help?

After hesitating again and again, Li Tianqi didn't change his mind in the end, but just fine-tuned the plan, trying his best to help Xiu Daoren break through the level in advance, and also take down Pan Mang in one fell swoop by the Qingyang Sword Sect.

At present, the most dangerous thing is Wu Fang and the cultivator who investigated the fourth spatial rift, this person is the uncle of Old Man Dong, known as Monk Xu, he has verbally assured Old Man Dong of the safety of this person, and Wu Fang is a brother who once lived and died together, and he almost died when he was tracking down the Nameless Mountain, so Li Tianzhen had to go in person.

And the Qingyang Sword Sect also has to leave an eyeliner, and if something happens, at least he can be notified in time, but at the moment, the doppelganger lacks skills, and the 'Son of the Metaverse' is too seriously injured, and it is still difficult to participate in the battle, so there are only the four major demon beasts left, as well as the black unicorn that looks like a kitten and the lion and tiger beast that has just joined.

The four major demon beasts are all recuperating from their injuries, the lion and tiger beast has just arrived, only the black unicorn can do it, although the black unicorn is also slowly recovering, but it is most closely related to Li Tianji's divine sense, and this time it does not need to participate in the battle, just protect and warn in secret.

The second is Liuyun Guan, Li Tianzhen is not too worried, Old Man Dong has already made arrangements, and I believe that the will of mortals will not easily let this crack disappear, if it is handled properly, there is no conflict in time.

Seeing Xiu Daoren leave, Li Tianqi carefully observed the pale blue light spot in the treasure bottle, this is Zhong Sanpu's incomplete soul, and it is also the spirit of a mortal powerhouse who is only half a step away from being able to set foot in the realm of great cultivators, if he can soar, it is a divine soul and an immortal soul.

At that point, even the soul was extremely powerful, but now Zhong Sanpu's remnant soul was too weak, and at a glance, it was clear that it was dispersed by the heavy technique of the great god and demon, and there was a faint gray miasma on the periphery of the light point, which was filled with an extremely familiar aura.

Li Tianzhen confirmed that the breath was left by Pan Mang, this guy was extremely ruthless, and undisguised, arrogant, obviously it was done for Li Tianzhen to see, in order to show off his promise, as for how to see it, it was not Pan Mang's concern, but the person who planned this way deducted a basin for Li Tianzhen, and used the green steel sword to frame it, and used it to blackmail to obtain the Zhenshan pestle.

It was preliminarily concluded that the two great gods and demons had done a heinous persecution of Zhong Sanpu for ulterior purposes, which was extremely shameless, extremely cruel and arrogant, but Li Tianzhen couldn't guess who the other great god and demon was, Bei Ming died, and the Wide Hades Monarch drilled into the spatial rift, and 'Silence' became an idiot, drooling in his own cave, who could it be?

I couldn't think of it left and right, Li Tianqi had no choice but to put the problem aside, Zhong Sanpu's Yuan Shen was afraid that it had been destroyed, and his physical body didn't know his whereabouts, it was extremely difficult to save him, and the current strength of the Qingyang Sword Sect was probably difficult to preserve Zhong Sanpu's remnant soul for a long time, although the realm of the white-eyed old Dao was not weak, it was obviously lacking in means, and the Daoist was not to mention it.

Li Tianqi naturally wouldn't let Zhong Sanpu be distracted, and after checking that there was no defensive formation around, he slowly showed his body, urged Zhihai, and let out a wisp of chaotic qi into the treasure bottle, and gradually formed a bubble after rotating around those bright spots a few times.

After the bubble wrapped the bright spots, it slowly flew out of the treasure bottle, submerged into Li Tianji's forehead, and temporarily arranged Zhong Sanpu in his own small world to ensure that he was safe, so that he would have plenty of time to find his body, and the pure aura in the small world would also nourish Zhong Sanpu's remnant soul, as for how far he could recover, Li Tianji was not sure, but it was much better than staying in this dark secret room.

The absence of the remnant soul in the treasure bottle is a problem after all, if it is discovered, it will definitely cause an uproar within the Qingyang Sword Sect, so Li Tianzhen thought of the 'Transformation Magic Box' again, took out the illusion firefly and placed it in the treasure bottle, to confuse the truth, this insect can survive for seven days, and it should be able to hide from the Xiu Dao people, as for the white-eyed old Dao, even if it is discovered, Li Tianzhen has already turned back to Luoshan.

After proper arrangement, Li Tianzhen left the secret room from the gap, his body was submerged in the wheal, and he left the apse flutteringly, and then went straight up to the sky with the air current, circled over the main peak and left along the way he came.

Luoshan looks colorful in the daylight, in the depths of the mountain, outside the dilapidated and quaint Taoist temple mountain gate, a black cat crouches on the side of the broken steps, looking up at a faint white cloud in the sky, full of resentment, although you can smell a little aura here, but compared to the small world is simply a sky, an underground, the secret road always let Lao Tzu do dangerous things.