The sudden appearance of such a big change caught everyone off guard.

The sun in the sky is only gradually rising, the morning fog has not subsided, the disciples with low cultivation are resting, the slightly higher cultivation is practicing the sword, and the higher cultivation is staying in the Hidden Sword Pavilion to cultivate, and suddenly the eyes are suddenly widened by a stone breaking shock.

The old man who was guarding the warning bell was still snoring, and if you looked closely, you could see that he was the monk who had withdrawn from the Great War during the foundation building period.

He hurriedly rang the bell, and the sound of enemy attack bells spread throughout the Tibetan Sword Sect.

Yan Ruyu and Chu found it, and with a light point, they broke through the mountain gate and entered. It didn't take long for them to move under the sword monument, waiting for someone to come and outflank them.

"Senior Sister Yan?" The disciple who came first was a little surprised when he saw Yan Ruyu.

Because Yan Ruyu didn't release coercion, although they felt that her aura was unfathomable, they didn't have that kind of eyesight to see that she was already a Yuan Infant Cultivator. But their eyes were fixed on Chu Xun, and his breathing was almost stagnant, not because of his style, but because of the aura of a superior person naturally exuded from his body.

"Senior Sister Yan, this ...... "The first time they thought that Yan Ruyu was controlled by this person, he also broke through the defensive array.

"Where's Nangong Yijian?"

Unexpectedly, Yan Ruyu asked like this, this time, they finally felt the strong coercion on her. When he landed, he blurted out: "The sect master is still on the main peak." ”

Then his complexion changed, because Yan Ruyu was so disobedient that he boldly called the sect master's name. There is no need to think about it anymore, and you can know that Yan Ruyu has rebelled. The righteous monk's hostility towards traitors will never change, and the swords in everyone's hands can't help but be raised, and they subconsciously surround them.

Yan Ruyu looked at them indifferently, without the slightest interest.

Subsequently, more and more people arrived and surrounded the vacant land. Yan Ruyu looked at the more outstanding disciples among them to maintain order, and asked the low-level disciples to quickly retreat, not to get so close.

Yan Ruyu didn't expect Nangong Yijian to be so rubbing, even Nangong Huan arrived, but he hadn't come yet.

Nangong Huan frowned when he looked at Yan Ruyu and Chu Xun, and now that he was a Yuan Infant Cultivator, he also felt a deep sense of powerlessness and doubt.

"What about your sanctimonious father?" Yan Ruyu looked straight at him.

Nangong Huan shouted: "Presumptuous!"

Yan Ruyu looked at him and shook her head, "What, you don't believe the rumors in the rivers and lakes? Your mother was killed by your father." Or do you have no feelings for your mother, and you don't believe it. ”

As soon as this topic was mentioned, Nangong Huan would be furious, and he was ready to rush over and take down this traitor with his sword.

Unexpectedly, Yan Ruyu had a bead in her hand, and with a light lift, she flew into the air. The brilliance was steeply revealed, and a translucent figure slowly emerged from inside.

"Huan'er. Zhang Biluo called.

It was at this time that Nangong Yijian finally flew. He was originally leisurely, but he didn't expect that the moment he appeared, his steps were almost unsteady, just because of this familiar voice and that familiar and strange person, his dead wife.

Nangong Huan had fallen into a stupor, and the strange woman in front of him was undoubtedly his mother's appearance. After so many years of separation, the feeling in his eyes is still the same, and the love in the woman's eyes is exactly the same as when he was a child, but the sadness in his eyes makes him almost collapse.

"Mother?"

"She's not your mother. Nangong intercepted with a sword, "Your mother has been dead for many years, Huan'er, you haven't woken up yet!"

Like an alarm bell, Nangong Huan's heart was settled, and he looked at Zhang Biluo coldly, "Pretending to be my mother, die!"

Zhang Biluo had been mentally prepared early, but when he really saw Nangong Huan like this, he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.

She no longer looked at him, but instead looked at Nangong Yijian, with a sea of hatred in her eyes: "Slut, I didn't expect that I would come back one day." ”

"Shut up!" Before Nangong Yijian could speak, Nangong Huan shouted first, how could he bear an imposter wearing his mother's mask and talking to his father like this.

His father misses her mother many times more than his.

Nangong Yijian's gaze swept solemnly over Chu Xun and Yan Ruyu, and finally stayed on Yan Ruyu, and asked indifferently: "I don't know, when did you sneak a spy in the door, what happened to Qinghe?"

Chu Xun smiled when he heard this, Junxiu's face suddenly changed, and he became Qinghe's appearance, and said, "You're still talking about me, right?"

Everyone's complexion changed greatly, it turned out that Elder Qinghe had already encountered an accident and had been replaced by this person for a long time.

A scream came from the side, it was Xuanxuan who was following behind Nangong Huan. Her eyes widened, looking at Chu Xun and Yan Ruyu in disbelief, her beloved Senior Brother Qinghe, could it be that she had already died before she had time to part?

Yan Ruyu suddenly became excited, and her whole body's spiritual power was beating, and she wanted to take the head of Nangong's first sword.

"Look at who I am. As soon as the spiritual mist changed, Yan Ruyu's peerless face also changed into another appearance, a different style, but the same peerless elegance.

"Linglong, Linglong Daojun!" a recognized disciple shouted.

Linglong Daojun's reputation is too great, and not many people have seen her, but the portrait has long been flying all over the sky, how can a monk with a little experience not know.

Yan Ruyu looked at Nangong Yijian coldly, and said slowly: "That day, you, Liu Chunsheng, and Hua Wuya teamed up to kill me in the Yuehan Sect, you can't imagine that you can see me today, right?"

When these words were released, everyone's hearts jumped again, and they could hardly suppress their screams. What is this talking about, has the Linglong Dao Monarch already died once, or was he killed by the two righteous path leaders and the Demon Lord?

Nangong Yijian's heart was shocked, he was watching Yan Ruyu die, otherwise how could he rest assured, how could a person who was clearly dead and rotten appear in front of him again, but his face was already light: "Could it be that with a delicate face, it can mean that you are Linglong, is it that if I become a virtual spirit child, I can clean up the portal?"

Nangong changed his sword and also turned into the appearance of a virtual spirit son.

Daring!

Yi Jue flew over, Yan Ruyu slowly rose into the air, her arms were spread, and Huayu rushed towards Nangong with a sword.

Nangong Huan rushed over and was blocked by Chu Xun.

Nangong Yijian's face sank, he had always been in contact with Hua Wuya for a long time, and he also knew well about the Three Thousand Floating Flower Formula, this woman's comprehension of this method and Hua Wuya were in two directions, which made him slightly confused.

However, her flower domain is still not stable, she is already a veteran Yuan Infant Late Cultivator, can't she be solved?

What if you can make her die once, you can make her die a second time.

But he forgot that Linglong Daojun was only succeeded by them under the joint efforts of several of them, and now it is one-on-one, even if the cultivation is still weak, how can he be sent casually.