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After Nangong Xuanbing left the ancestral hall, Xue Qingtian was still standing quietly in front of the spiritual platform, watching the incense candle slowly burn out. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was a dead silence in the ancestral hall for a long time, and Xue Qingtian stood there so quietly.

Suddenly, a figure turned out from behind the spiritual platform, white clothes were better than snow, and his face was as white as jade.

The expression on Xue Qingtian's face was completely sluggish for a moment!

The figure did not speak, but took a step back slightly, stood sideways beside the altar, and picked up some incense and candles and lit them.

And his gaze fell straight on the spiritual seat at the top of the altar!

Xue Qingtian stood behind him, Fang Cai's dull gaze slowly receded, and turned to endless respect and awe.

He was silent, quietly staring at the white jade spirit seat at the top.

Even the incense candle in his hand fell off the spiritual platform and he didn t seem to notice it xue qingtian stood there and didn t dare to make a sound in front of him this

He had seen him shoot back with a sword many years ago, and it was just a phantom!

At this time, Xue Qingtian could deeply feel that the person in front of him was definitely not the phantom he was back then.

It's just that!

"You're curious as to why I was able to get out of that sword mound, right..."

Perhaps sensing Xue Qingtian's horror, he opened his mouth quietly, as if he was talking to himself, as if he was telling something, but Xue Qingtian did not reply

words, but his expression proved that his thoughts were indeed so.

"The useless descendants of the future generations Xue Qingtian, meet the ancestor of the snow!"

Xue Qing couldn't stand anymore, and knelt straight on the kneeling mat! In this world, the person who can make Xue Qing Tiando such a great gift may only be

The ancestors of the Drifting Snow Sect for generations, and the man in white in front of him, who looked countless years younger than Xue Qingtian, was Tang Feng in the Sword Shrine at the beginning

The ancestor of the Drifting Snow Sect - Drifting Snow Boy.

I saw that this drifting snow boy still didn't look back, but quietly looked at the spiritual seat engraved with his name.

"It's been so many years, I can't imagine that I can still see my spiritual position..."

Sudden self-talk, no sorrow or joy.

"You get up..."

Xue Qingtian has lived for such a long time, it can be said that for the first time, he feels like a child! Xue Qingtian slowly got up, and only heard that

Drifting Snow Boy slowly spoke:

"The last time you entered the Sword Tomb to find our group of dead people, it was for the Soul Heavenly Sword..."

Xue Qingtian was stunned for a moment, and then nodded honestly.

"That young man Tang Feng, since we can get the approval of that sword, why should we be too persistent?

Who do you value?"

Xue Qingtian was silent for a while, the fact that the Drifting Snow Boy was able to walk out of the Sword Shrine was a great joy for the Drifting Snow Sect, but it was just now

When this Drifting Snow Ancestor talked about Tang Feng and the Soul Heavenly Sword, Xue Qingtian didn't know how to answer, after all, Tang Feng couldn't be regarded as a disciple of the Drifting Snow Sect now

, and in the current situation, he Xue Qingtian has a certain responsibility - if he hadn't agreed to put Tang Feng down the mountain, he wouldn't have been taken by that Tong Hongyu

He was forced not to associate with the so-called righteous path from now on!

"But Ancestor..."

"Okay, that young man is also my closed disciple, and even if he enters the Demon Dao, what if he enters the Demon Dao?

Are you still clinging to the so-called distinction between good and evil? In the eyes of some people, how many living beings I have killed in the Drifting Snow Sect is not also a kind of demonic behavior

Not to mention the sword I have used, the Haotian Sword, even if the Qingtian Sword in your hand is not stained with the blood of living beings!"

As soon as these words came out, Xue Qingtian could be said to be in a cold sweat! If this was the case, from other people's mouths, Xue Qingtian would probably consider it

Don't draw your sword and slash it!

But the person in front of him, even if it was just a phantom of this person here, Xue Qingtian would never dare to draw his sword and face him!

"Ancestor..."Xue Qingtian knelt down again, sincerely afraid!

"The Immortal Cultivation Realm is originally a road of blood, and any cultivator who has achieved a little bit will have countless blood on his hands

In the future, remember not to be arrogant and think that you are a righteous person, so as not to be in the snow sect

Countless years later, he was laughed at and generous!"

Xue Qingtian bowed his head and was silent, at this time, his heart was like a turbulent wave! For many years, all the disciples in the Drifting Snow Sect have been in the identity of the Righteous Path Immortal Sect

Self-esteem, every time you fight with others, you can also take advantage of the right path.

Now the seemingly ridiculous words of the Snow Boy have made Xue Qingtian wake up!

Yes, where is there any difference between good and evil on the road to immortals? It's just for the sake of living longer and going farther on the road of immortals

When Xue Qingtian's thoughts were confused, the drifting snow boy suddenly asked again:

"That Nangong Xuanbing, this time I led the team to the East China Sea, besides looking for that Tang Feng, what else is there to do..."

When Xue Qingtian heard this, he immediately suppressed the horror in his heart for the time being, after all, he was a generation of sword gods.

"A few days ago, the sword peak of the original Qingshuang Peak returned to the East China Sea Dragon Palace and found some things left by the Ancient Dragon King... Bloodshed was drawn

The peep of the Twelve Sects..."

The snow boy was slightly stunned, and let out a soft "oh", as if he didn't care, and didn't seem to care about what this treasure was, snow

Qingtian was slightly stunned, and then he understood it after thinking about it. Can the Snow Boy live until now, what kind of treasure has he not seen?

"You step back first, I don't have much time to step out of this sword shrine, let me be alone and quiet..."

Xue Qingtian nodded and retreated.

"That's right, that young man Tang Feng, don't interfere too much with his path, since my Drifting Snow Sect has formed a good relationship with him..."

"Yes, Ancestor..."Before Xue Qingtian exited the ancestral hall, he finally couldn't help but ask: "Ancestor, why are there so many Soul Heavenly Swords in the Sword Shrine."

years, the ancestors can't control it, but it will fall into the hands of Tang Feng, a young man who has stepped into the path of cultivating immortals for less than ten years..."

Xue Qingtian's words fell, and he suddenly felt an inexplicable coldness, which was a pair of eyes that were so cold that they didn't even have the slightest emotion

Him, Xue Qingtian suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Such a world-renowned sword god looks so weak in front of this snowy boy at this moment!

"He's originally from the Soul Heavenly Sword... Heart bones..."

After exiting the ancestral hall, Xue Qingtian suddenly heard such a calm sentence as the Snow Boy...

When Nangong Xuanbing appeared in the square outside the snowy hall, there were already dozens of people standing in the square at this time, including more than a dozen deacons

These people can be said to be the first-line force among the people in the Drifting Snow Sect now.

That nangong luoting stood quietly on the side like an iceberg snowman, and was not in company with others, and when she saw nangong xuanbing coming, she only

It was a gentle salute and no longer moved.

The flowing heart sword was tied around the incense shoulder, and the whole person looked extremely dusty, if there were many young male disciples in the sect to take a few more looks. but

All the people in the Drifting Snow Sect knew that this Nangong Luo Ting was not only an ice beauty, but also her own strength was now extremely strong!

There is really no young male disciple who dares to say a word more to her!

Nangong Xuanbing glanced at everyone, the sword masters of several sword peaks naturally couldn't accompany them this time, they all had to stay in the sect to sit in the town

The sword peaks, although Nangong Xuanbing now knows from Xue Qingtian's mouth that there is a real invincible master in the sect, Nangong Xuanbing also knows,

I'm afraid that such a master will not show up easily.

"Uh... Xia Zhijian, why do you want to go down the mountain again?"

Nangong Xuanbing was a little speechless and saw Xia Shaoqing among these people, Xia Shaoqing at this time was actually wearing disciple clothes and mixing with the young disciples

If it weren't for Nangong Xuanbing's powerful eyes, it would be really easy to be fooled by it for a while.

That Xia Shaoqing walked out of the crowd with a depressed face, and then smiled at Nangong Xuanbing:

"Senior Uncle Nangong, you see that there is nothing wrong with me on the frost peak..."

Nangong Xuanbing was speechless for a while, and said: "As the master of a sword peak, how can you think about going down the mountain at every turn..."

Bing suddenly found that Zhang Cheng and the little Feiyan who had stopped attacking the peak were actually mixed in the crowd!

"Nonsense..."

Of course, Nangong Xuanbing knew what they were going down the mountain for... After saying only two words, he did not say any more.

After a moment of silence in the field, at this time, the main entrance of the Snow Hall slowly opened, and Xue Qingtian walked out slowly, his eyes swept over these imminents

The people who came down the mountain, when they saw Xia Shaoqing, Zhang Cheng and others, Xue Qingtian was not surprised.

"This trip to the east, everything is dominated by Brother Nangong, if there is anyone who goes against his will... Forever chasing the sect..."