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The night breeze is blowing.

After Lin Nan left, on the top of Emei Mountain, in the small wooden house of the master, the one-armed sword immortal He Bochen turned back again.

He asked suspiciously: "Why did I lead the team when I went to Kunlun this time?" instead of Fengqing?"

The palm's eyes opened a slit, "He has other tasks. Bochen, you took Lin Nan to Kunlun Mountain, it was deep into the tiger's den, if the Shangjin Immortal couldn't hold back and make a move... Oh, just to wipe out all of his veins. ”

He Bochen nodded, "It is said that Kunlun is in charge of the Seven Swords True Person, and he has long been unaccustomed to the Jin Yi Pulse, but he has never caught their handles. Last time, the missiles on the top of Zhongshen Peak, all kinds of clues pointed to the Shangjin Immortals, but there was no conclusive evidence. ”

"I don't know if it will be possible to lead the tiger out of the mountain this time. The palm's eyelids drooped, took a sip of tea, and sighed, "I hope something doesn't go wrong." ”

"Don't worry, there's still me. He Bochen smiled and patted his chest with one arm, and said with a fierce look in his eyes: "Even if I am buried in Kunlun, nothing will happen to that kid." Why don't you clean up that old thing with me?"

"Zhangjiao, then again, there is really no need to inform Fengqing about the matter of the Earth Gate? There are so many immortals in Emei, it seems that he is kept in the dark and doesn't know anything. He Bochen sighed: "Maybe that old thing still hates Uncle Shi, why didn't he pass on the position of head of the sect to him back then." But who knew that being in charge of the sect was a chore, and if you died, you had to go underground to suppress evil spirits?"

A wry smile crossed the corner of the sect's mouth, and he shook his head: "Fengqing's talent is no worse than the fourth, if I cultivate well, my current cultivation will already surpass me." It's a pity that he is cultivating a 'small path' and is destined not to lead the immortal gate. ”

He Bochen also sighed, and said with some regret: "If there is no such thing as a golden immortal, Fengqing will not be willing to fall, and he will not make an inch of progress for decades." It is estimated that he bet his hope of revenge on Lin Nan's kid. ”

"The higher Lin Nan's potential, the greater Feng Qing's hope for revenge, otherwise, how could he put so much energy into being a junior of a junior disciple? When that kid was escorted to the desert, Feng Qing was busier than anyone else. ”

The master narrowed his eyes and looked at the northern night sky from afar. He muttered, "It depends on what happens to Kunlun." Someone in Bodhi Mountain instructed Lin Nan and asked him to obtain the Soul Bead, but Lingtuo Zhenren did not show up and asked him to come to Emei. If it happens, Bodhi Mountain owes a big favor, and Lin Nan will also feel that the sect has paid a lot for him, deepening his sense of belonging. ”

"You are... Are you going to let that kid take over the position of the sect?" He Bochen's face changed.

He knew very well what the Cactus Sect meant. Huge power and authority can shake the martial arts world with a single word, but behind this huge privilege, the price is equally terrifying.

After death, the soul of the dead was sealed in the tablet, and it was not allowed to live forever, and it was locked up thousands of meters underground to suppress the evil spirit.

Each generation of Masters learns the truth from the previous one before succeeding to the throne. And then make a decision. No matter how He Bochen looked at it, he felt that Lin Nan was the kind of monk who was a loner, and he didn't seem to care much about saving the common people.

In the face of He Bochen's questioning, Emei Zhangjiao smiled, and his gaze was a little deep. "He would, but the time hasn't come. ”

"When it really comes to life and death, those who have the ability have to die. The head of the sect sighed a little, as if he remembered a few decades ago, when he was still young, standing at the entrance of the underground gate.

With a frightened and dazed expression, looking at the dark deep well that was sealed underground, Emei Palm Sect watched those hideous insects flee outward. If he doesn't take a step forward, the tragedy of thousands of years will repeat itself again, and he will become a sinner in the entire martial arts world, and he Liu Pingyang was promoted to the position of head of the sect back then.

Liu Pingyang couldn't refuse, save the world, or give up, this heavy choice was in his hands, driven by morality and a sense of responsibility, so that Liu Pingyang had no choice but to ascend to the position of head of the church. But now that Liu Pingyang thinks about it carefully, maybe he repeats it again that day, and he will still succeed him as the head of the coach... Judging from the situation in the Emei Sect at that time, if he refused, the next candidate would be Fengqing Sword Immortal. As soon as he thought of this sect, he shuddered, for fear that the reputation of the Emei faction would be ruined, so he hurriedly took over the big burden.

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Far north, far away in the Kunlun Mountains of Qinghai, the inner gate of the sect is stationed.

The top of the mountain looks like a snowy field.

A middle-aged man in a white robe walked through the square with a smile and a groan, and many inner disciples on the road saluted respectfully and called 'Uncle Shi'.

The collar of his white robe was also tattooed with silver threads, which showed that this person was of extremely high status.

The middle-aged man walked along a dark tunnel. After passing through a large rusty iron door, one could see that on both sides were dirty, cramped, cold cells, which were used to hold evil cultivators or punish disciples who had made mistakes.

Droplets of water ticked in the hallway, and when the middle-aged man entered the place, the false smile on his face disappeared, and his expression looked solemn. His cloth shoes were still clean and tidy in the waterlogged hallway.

Finally, the middle-aged man stopped in a cell at the end. The specifications here are even more stringent, and the dense iron fence is made of a certain alloy, which can tolerate internal qi to a great extent, and is generally used to imprison innate evil cultivators, or disciples who have made major mistakes.

The middle-aged man looked around vigilantly, it was late at night, and he took advantage of his position to perfectly avoid the sentry, and he could send things to 'someone' without realizing it.

He took out a string of rusty keys from his arms, and just as the middle-aged man was about to insert them into the keyhole, he heard a slutty woman's moaning from the depths of the dark cell.

In the dark and silent underground, this did not bring much excitement to the middle-aged man, but was creepy.

The cry was a little pleasant, crazy, hysterical, and the middle-aged man was in a cold sweat, and hurriedly hid his breath, and cautiously used his divine sense to probe into the cell.

The biggest traitor of the Kunlun faction, Tian Yidao, or Tan Qingsheng, was tied to an iron pillar with a depressed expression.

His long black hair was dull, his eyes were hollow, his breath was faint like a dying man, his chest only rose and fell for a long time, his limbs were also hung up by thick iron chains, and the wounds on his body were dense and congealed into blood shackles, and he was suspected of having been brutally tortured.

The middle-aged man was terrified to watch. He had long heard that Shangjin Yimai was extremely cruel to traitors, but at this moment, looking at Tan Qingsheng's appearance, he still shuddered. A large number of 'Rejuvenation Pills' were piled up in the cell, and the people of the Jin Dynasty were hanging Tan Qingsheng's life after Shi Nue, constantly destroying his spirit.

The middle-aged man has a heart in his heart, it seems that the rumors are true, Tianyidao has a split personality, and now the person with a weak face and even looks a little like a girl is his other personality.

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