On the ninth peak, the four sons left, and the sadness when they left was not hypocrisy, or the sadness of the death of the same family, or the powerlessness of their own fate.

In the blood-stained sword box, the white rainbow was bloody, faintly whispering, and the sad sound in the sword made people unconsciously feel the coldness of Sensen.

"Yin'er" Ning Chen looked at the little girl who was practicing swords not far away, and said softly.

"Is there something wrong?" asked Yin'er at a trot.

"Can you feel the sound of this sword?" Ning Chen asked.

Hearing this, Yin'er stepped forward and reached out to touch the body of Bai Hong's sword, trying to feel the sound in the sword.

After a long time, Yin'er got up, looked ashamed, and said, "I only heard the sad sound in the sword, and the others couldn't hear clearly."

"It's okay"

Ning Chen gently rubbed the little girl's hair, and said in a calm tone, "Your cultivation day is still short, you can detect that these are already very powerful, continue to practice swords."

"Yes"

Yin'er answered, and immediately trotted to the bamboo forest and continued to practice swords.

In front of the peak, Ning Chen waved his hand to put away the blood-soaked white rainbow sword, and looked at the message peak in the distance, his dark and deep eyes flashed a little light.

Before Ling Yun left, he seemed to already know his fate, why he had to leave.

Qi Huan and Ayaluo really obviously knew something, why did they still refuse to say it?

How many unknown secrets are still hidden in the ink gate, and what role does the ink lord play in between.

Many questions were like a mist wrapped around his heart, Ning Chen thought for a long time, couldn't think of an answer, retracted his gaze, stepped on his feet, and swept towards the third peak.

After a few breaths, on the third peak, the black clothes manifested and walked towards the bamboo house on the peak.

The wooden door opened, and there was only a bed and a table and chairs in the room.

Ning Chen looked at it for a moment, then turned his gaze and looked at the rest of the peak.

On the peak, it was calm and peaceful, except for a medicine field, there seemed to be nothing unusual in the other places.

Yakuda?

Ning Chen's brows suddenly furrowed, and he walked over.

The medicine field that is less than ten zhang wide, one by one the big medicines grow in it, and the medicinal fragrance is fragrant, spreading all over the ten miles.

It is not a secret that the lord of the third peak is good at growing medicines, and each of the hundred great medicines is a treasure and is invaluable.

The mortal royal dignitaries have come to the third peak of Moshan to ask for medicine no less than ten times, however, Ling Yun, who has always been kind to people, has never agreed to this matter once.

Ning Chen looked at the hundred herbs in front of him, for a moment, two moments...... For a whole hour, he never looked away.

An hour later, Ning Chen's eyes looked at the place where he had been teaching the sword with Ling Yun before, and a little brilliance flashed in his eyes.

With a slight step, the figure flashed extremely fast, and the strange steps were not bad at all, walking in the hundred great medicine rooms, reproducing every step that Lingyun had taken that day.

With the last step, the void shook, and the black-clothed figure quietly disappeared.

In the unfamiliar quiet space, Ning Chen walked out, and in front of him, a stone room stood in front of him, full of yin and stinging air.

Ning Chen stepped forward, waved his hand to open the stone door, rumbling and shaking, into the eyes, an amazing scene, on the table in front of him, a piece of spirit cards were displayed, one by one unfamiliar names, except for two, the others were unheard of.

At the end of the spiritual position, a spiritual plaque was impressively engraved with the word Lingyun, and once again I saw myself setting up a spiritual position for myself, which was shocking.

The penultimate position, the word Huayang, is clear and dazzling, and it is obviously the same person as the tombstone that I encountered in the mountain behind the ninth peak.

Six tablets, six names, clearly imprinted in Ning Chen's heart, so heavy.

The first peak, the second peak, the third peak, the fourth peak, the ninth peak?

Ning Chen's thoughts kept turning, if these people were all former masters of the peaks, who was this person who came out of the crowd?

Zichuan, an unfamiliar name, has never heard Qi Huan and others mention it.

Difficult to figure out, Ning Chen gathered his thoughts and walked out of the stone room.

In the medicine field, the void flickered, Ning Chen walked out, and then his figure flashed, and he swept towards another peak.

Sending a message to the peak Daotai, the ink lord opened his eyes and looked at the ninth son who left the third peak, his old eyes were deep, and he couldn't see any waves.

On the eighth peak, Ayara really stood on the cliff, her long silver hair fluttering in the wind, her eyes looking into the distance, and her sadness could not be hidden.

At this moment, the black clothes walked out, looked at the woman in front of the cliff, and said, "Eighth Senior Sister"

Ayaro Zhen looked back, looked at the young figure behind him, and said softly, "What's the matter?"

"Who is the pothos?" Ning Chen asked directly.

When Ayaro heard this, her body shook, her eyes flashed with disbelief, and she said, "How do you know this name?"

"Eighth Senior Sister, don't ask me how I know, can you tell me who this person is?" Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said.

"The former Lord of the Fourth Peak," Ayara said in a heavy tone.

"What about Yuezhu," Ning Chen asked again.

"The Lord of the Second Peak" Ayara really responded.

"Xiang Yuan"

"Lord of the First Peak"

"Huayang"

"Lord of the Ninth Peak"

One name after another, one heavy answer after another, just like Ning Chen's conjecture, the people of the token were all former masters of the peaks.

"What about Zichuan, who is it?" Ning Chen asked.

Hearing this name, Ayaro was silent, and after a long time, he spoke, "I don't know much about this person, it seems that he was the former lord of the seventh peak, but, under normal circumstances, if something happens to the lord of each peak, no one will inherit it, why the seventh peak is exceptional, I don't know"

"Why won't anyone inherit the same peak, the position of the lord of the ninth peak, counting me, isn't there also two" Ning Chen frowned.

"Your situation is different," Ayara said softly.

"Why?" Ning Chen wondered.

"You can't say it, and you don't ask again, if possible, it's better not to know for the rest of your life," Ayaro warned solemnly.

Ning Chen's eyes flashed with a different color, and he saluted politely, "Thank you Eighth Senior Sister for informing me, Senior Brother has taken his leave."

When the words fell, Ning Chen didn't stay any longer, and turned to leave.

Looking at the former's distant figure, Aya Luo Zhen sighed softly, did the third senior brother leave him any clues? Could it be that the third senior brother really thought that the ninth senior brother could change their fate.

Behind the ninth peak, Ning Chen, who had come with doubts, walked out and swept directly towards the depths of the dense forest.

The dense ancient forest, the giant trees cover the sun, and the black-clothed figure disappears in a flash.

At the moment when Ning Chen approached the depths of the dense forest, suddenly, the surrounding air pressure suddenly sank, the sky and the earth surged, and the entire ninth peak shook.

Chaos appeared, the fierce man, the evil behind him was hideous and terrifying, and he punched and blasted at the trespasser.

Ning Chen waved his hand and held the sword, and Tai Shi appeared to the front, blocking the former's fist sonorously.

"Human, it's you again"

The fists and swords collided, and the aftermath swayed in all directions, and one by one the ancient trees fell, and they were broken by the sword qi and fist strength.

"Chaos, I'm here to ask you something, not to kill you," Ning Chen said in a deep voice.

"Trespassing in the secluded forest, the sin is unforgivable, last time, for the sake of the old monster's face, I have let you go, this time, no one can save you" The man said coldly, his fist burst out, and he forced his life again.

Seeing that it was difficult for the evil beast to communicate, Ning Chen's eyes were cold, and he swung his sword momentum, deciding to defeat the enemy with force first, and then say anything else.

The staggered figures, the chaos energy is amazing, the heavy punch is like ten thousand pounds, one move and one style, and the mountain collapses.

The move is unshakable, Ning Chen swung his sword to meet the move, his pace turned, and he walked when he touched it, not to touch it.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen moves clashed, the man's fists collided, and an incomparably powerful force surged out, and the next moment, the two fists burst out, forcing the soul to kill.

Ning Chen stared, stepped, the figure flashed quickly, and with a wave of his left hand, the white rainbow sword box manifested, the sword box opened, and the sword blade as thin as a cicada's wings swept out, and the moment he started, the figure disappeared again, and he instantly went forward.

The man's eyes shrank, and his fist turned, slamming into the former.

However, compared to the speed, Zhifang was superior, turning sideways, Bai Hong's sword blade twisted and wrapped around the former's arm.

"White Rainbow Sword" The familiar blade of the sword, the man trembled, and said in shock.

"Huh"

The moment Bai Hong locked the former's arm, Tai Shi slashed, and a sword broke his arm, and in an instant, blood sprayed like rain, staining the sky red.

Severe pain came, the man roared, the bloody light in his eyes was sheng, his body changed, the evil phase roared, and in the earth-shattering sound, chaos transformed, engulfing the void in front of him.

"Evil beast!"

On the peak, the ink lord suddenly opened his eyes and raised his hand to help.

Suddenly, at this moment, in the distance, a sword qi broke through the air, domineering and incomparable, and slashed half of the message peak with a sword.

Rumbling and trembling, on the peak, countless formations shattered, the ground moved and the mountains moved, and the scene was shocking.

"Purple Marquis!"

At this moment, above you, the four sons of Momen's body trembled, and their faces were full of disbelief.

Obviously, when he was in the Western Immortal Realm, the Purple Yi Hou had already died at the hands of the King of the Red Luan Realm and the Master, why did he appear again today?

In the distance, the man who stepped forward looked to be around thirty years old, dressed in purple, and domineering, and was really the purple-clothed marquis who had already died in the Western Immortal Realm.

On the platform, the ink lord looked at the man walking in front of him, there was not much surprise in his old eyes, and as soon as he raised his hand, the colorful glow spread, stabilizing the shaking earth.

"Old horseman, Ben Hou is not dead, you are very satisfied, today, the new accounts and the old accounts, we will settle them together"

As he spoke, the purple-clothed marquis stepped out in one step, and instantly reached the top of the dao platform, and a purple sword blade appeared and slashed down.

"It seems that you don't remember what I said to you"

The ink lord whispered, raised his right hand, and the colorful light was magnificent, and he blocked the sword blade sonorously.

"Put away your hypocritical face, Ben Hou is no longer the idiot he was back then"

The hatred in the eyes of the purple-clothed marquis is difficult to hide, the sword turns to ten thousand, the purple sword light is vertical and horizontal, majestic and domineering, opening the mountain and breaking the mountain.

The figure of the ink lord was vacated, and he was dressed in a white robe hunting with the wind, raising his hand to set the wind and clouds, and the sun and moon were colorful.

Seeing this, the purple-clothed Hou Ning Yuan in his left hand, and a sword rainbow came out around the sword, the sword technique, the immortal law merged, and the sword broke through the sky.

"Immortal art, purple rainbow through the sun"

Colorful, purple rainbows collided, and the terrifying aftermath roared out, and the astonishing power instantly destroyed all the formations within the surrounding thousands of zhang.

With a muffled snort, the purple rainbow sword qi passed through the colorful glow and submerged into the main body of the ink, bringing out a poignant blood flower.

"Are you surprised, old horseman, Benhou has been practicing penance for a hundred years, just for today, accept your life"

When the words fell, the figure of the purple-clothed marquis flashed, and the sword blade condensed the qi of the sword heroes of the eight directions, and a sword broke through the sky and forced his life.

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