The Tibetan Sword Sect is also in chaos now.

Nangong Huan sent Yan Ruyu out at the beginning, half out of consideration for the overall situation, and half out of selfishness. Therefore, in addition to Yan Ruyu, he also sent other people out, and naturally there were many disciples of the Divine Sword Camp among them.

More than half of the dead and wounded, the disciples who came back from the news told everything that had happened, and they knew what had happened.

As the young sect master of the Great Gate Sect, Nangong Huan naturally came into contact with more secrets than others. The matter of the demon clan tens of thousands of years ago did not leave traces in the Yunlan Realm, and some demons left some news before the incident.

The land of the demon clan's inheritance was discovered, and these news naturally flowed out. In order not to panic the Nether monks, the news did not leak. And the demon clan has been sealed for so many years, and it is still unknown whether it is alive or dead, and it makes no sense to say it.

However, now, the demon clan that had disappeared for tens of thousands of years and could no longer be found in the Yunlan Realm had reappeared.

Nangong Huan paced back and forth in the room, suddenly stopped, stared at the disciple and asked, "Where are you, have you seen Yan Ruyu?"

The disciple half-knelt on the ground, shook his head when he heard the words, and said, "The disciple didn't find Uncle Yan. "At that time, there were too many people, densely packed, except for a great feast, such as the six sects and one faction of the Dao, he had never seen so many monks of the two realms of righteousness and demons gathered.

There are as many people as ants, and it is normal not to find Yan Ruyu.

Nangong Huan waved his hand and let him go down.

After the people left, he entered the inner room, which was full of portraits of the sect masters of the Tibetan Sword Sect, and the most central one was the old ancestor of the founding sect, and there was an incense burner under the painting, with three incense sticks inserted, and the fragrance was pervasive.

Nangong Huan reverently added incense, stood in front of the portrait and meditated, and after a while, he twisted the incense burner, which turned out to be a mechanism.

When twisted to the extreme, the immaculate wall opens like a door. A rich aura emerged from within, and his figure flashed before disappearing into the door, and the walls quickly merged together.

This is the second secret passage to enter the sword mound, only the sect masters of the past dynasties know, Nangong Yijian did not hide it from his son, Nangong Huan has always been cultivated as the next sect master.

Nangong Yijian is in retreat all year round, and Nangong Huan needs to ask him about any major matters, so he enters and exits through the secret passage.

The sword mound is full of spirit swords hanging high, where Nangong Yijian is located, it is still at the lowest level of the sword mound, completely isolated from the upper part, except for the sect master, no one else can set foot in it, and the aura is extremely strong.

The rivers on the earth are all spiritual fluids condensed by spirit swords.

Nangong Huan was familiar with the road, and soon found Nangong Yijian in the dense spirit trees.

"Father. ”

Nangong Yijian was sitting cross-legged in the pavilion, and the fluctuation of the aura around him was very small, but it was surging towards him with great charm. The moment Nangong Huan spoke, his aura suddenly stagnated.

He opened his eyes and looked at Nangong Huan, "Huan'er, but what's the matter?"

Nangong Huan's heart suddenly, when Nangong Yijian opened his eyes and looked at it, his eyes were like a sword, extremely sharp, and his whole body was covered with a strong sword will, and his eyes would hurt after looking at it for a long time, so people didn't dare to look directly.

It's just that there is another powerful aura on his body, which does not belong to the sword cultivator, what it is, Nangong Huan can't say clearly. Maybe it is the sword cultivation to the state of Nangong Yijian, which will produce such a change.

He half-lowered his eyes and informed Nangong Yijian of the major events that had happened in the Lower Immortal Realm.

There were a few times when I wanted to tell Yan Ruyu about it, but after all, it was stuck in my throat and I didn't tell Nangong Yijian.

"Demon Clan?" Nangong Yijian's voice was raised, as if he was a little shocked by this news, which made the sword intent on his body sharp.

It was a huge sword intent, quite a feeling of the Ten Thousand Swords Dynasty, which made the countless spirit swords above his head tremble slightly, and it took a while to quiet down.

Nangong Yijian was silent for a long time, regained his breath, looked at Nangong Huan, and said: "I already know about this matter, the demon clan is bloodthirsty, and has been imprisoned for so many years, once it is born, it will inevitably set off a bloody storm." My son should pay more attention, if there is a demon to commit, be sure to inform the father. ”

"Oh, by the way, you have to pay more attention to the Demon Dao side, Hua Wuya's recent actions seem to be a little too frequent. I don't know what I'm thinking about that endangers my righteous path. He has always been insidious, so you should pay more attention to prevent it from happening. ”

Nangong Huan said respectfully, and the father and son were speechless for a while.

Nangong Yijian said: "What else does my son have to do, if there is nothing to do, let's retreat." After speaking, he closed his eyes, and it seemed that he was about to cultivate again.

Nangong Huan said worriedly: "Has my father's injury recovered?"

Coincidentally, the day Nangong Yijian, who had been practicing in retreat, was injured was the day when Yan Ruyu fought with the Falling Rain Sect and others in front of the sect. Nangong Huan came in to report on how to deal with the Falling Rain Sect, and found that Nangong Yijian was seriously injured.

He looked at Nangong Yijian and didn't miss the gloom in his eyes, but Nangong Yijian's mood changed quickly, and he thought he was dazzled.

"It's okay, that day was for my father's recklessness, and the catastrophe of the gods came too quickly, so I was not prepared. Otherwise, I wouldn't have received such a serious injury. It will be cured in a few years, so I don't have to worry too much. ”

But in my heart I was indignant, and my anger could hardly be stopped.

I heard that it was Qing He's disciple Yan Ruyu who triggered the blood knife that day, and led the evil qi in the sword mound over.

Those evil qi were originally collected by him with great difficulty for cultivation. Some of them even blended with him, but the abnormal movement of the blood knife actually drained the evil qi in his body.

At that time, his cultivation was at the most critical point, and he was almost mad by the sudden movement, and his previous efforts were also in vain, and his success fell short.

"That's good. Nangong Huan breathed a sigh of relief.

Nangong Yijian's heart moved, and he said with a smile: "I don't know where Qinghe is now, I haven't come back for a long time." By the way, he has a very good hand in teaching his disciples, the one named Yan Ruyu, if she is here, you will let her come and meet me. ”

Nangong Huan was slightly shocked in his heart, after all, Nangong Yijian had not summoned a disciple for many years.

With a little resistance in his heart, Nangong Huan remained silent, and sent Yan Ruyu out of the sect because of Qingyang's relationship, and he has not yet returned.

Nangong Yijian smiled, "It turns out that Qingyang is also Sifan?"

However, his expression soon became solemn, and he said solemnly: "Qingyang is a rare pure yang body, don't let him be distracted by these things and ruin his cultivation." ”

He didn't say this, Nangong Huan also planned to do so, otherwise he wouldn't have sent Yan Ruyu out.

"Then wait for her to come back and let her come to me. Nangong said with a sword, and then waved his hand to let Nangong Huan retreat.

Nangong Huan withdrew from the sword mound and returned to the hall, the three incense sticks were still burning, and he looked at it in a daze, a little dazed.