After listening to the story of Sword Thirteen.

Ye Guchen and the others were silent.

The killing intent of Jian Jiu and the others dissipated silently.

What else can they say?

In other words, they stood in the position of Sword Thirteen, and they could only passively accept their sad fate.

"Why don't you tell us all this?" Jian Jiu gritted his teeth, not knowing whether it was hatred or sadness in his heart.

"What's the use of telling me, if the news leaks a little, my sister will be executed directly......" Jian Thirteen smiled miserably.

Ye Guchen sighed deeply, looked at Jian Thirteen, and said: "Jian Thirteen, turn back, you still have a chance to make amends, you can still be a sword, help the Sword Dynasty, and deal with the Hua family." ”

Jian Thirteen shook his head, his body was like a tree, and his heart was like ashes.

"It doesn't matter, I can't even protect my loved ones, what's the use of this sword?"

"What's the use of the sword in your hand?"

"What's the use of wanting my life?"

Sword Thirteen looked up to the sky and laughed miserably, and blood-colored liquid slipped from the corners of his eyes.

I don't know if it's blood or tears......

Seeing that there was something wrong with Sword Thirteen's state, Ye Guchen's eyebrows furrowed, and his figure hurriedly flashed out.

"Dugu is undefeated, this life is what I owe Jian Eleven, and now I will return it to her. ”

"I only hope that after I die, I can be buried with my sister, because she was very afraid of the cold and loneliness when she was a child......"

In the thirteenth hand of the sword, the blood-colored bloody sword flashed.

The blade of the sword reversed, piercing the heart of his chest.

Warm blood, flying!

"Sword Thirteen!"

Jian Jiu, Jian Jinghong and the others, their faces all changed.

Poof......

Sword Thirteen fell to the ground, still holding his sister.

"Little ...... Younger sister...... Yellow Springs Are Too Cold...... I have my brother with you......"

"Don't be afraid of ......"

The corners of Jian Thirteen's mouth hooked up a smile, and he said the last words of his life, and stopped breathing.

The atmosphere, dead and terrible.

"Damn...... Jian Jiu's breath rioted, his first time so out of shape.

"Hua family, I will witness your destruction with my own eyes!" Jian Jinghong clenched his fists, and extreme coldness flashed in his eyes.

If it weren't for the Hua family, there would be no tragedy of Sword Thirteen!

In the final analysis, the culprit is still the five pseudo-saint families!

"Hey......" Ye Guchen sighed.

As a sword demon soul, he has long been accustomed to joys and sorrows.

But at this moment, I still can't help sighing.

To put it bluntly, it's all because of strength.

If Sword Thirteen had strong strength, perhaps a tragedy could have been avoided.

It's like Ye Guchen, if he had a strong force, when he was in the Heavenly Desolate Plain, he wouldn't have watched Su Jianshi being sealed in the Emperor's Sword and taken away by Emperor Haotian.

"I still need strength, and when I go back this time, I will start refining the clone. ”

Ye Guchen strengthened his determination to become stronger.

Whether it is refining the clone or reshaping the Divine Mansion, it is a means to become stronger.

After that, Ye Guchen and his entourage buried the thirteen brothers and sisters of the sword in a peach blossom forest and set up an anonymous monument.

Ye Guchen held the grimace mask in his hand.

He finally understood why Sword Thirteen was wearing this child-like grimace mask on his face.

Because it was given to him by his sister.

"Sword Thirteen, I will definitely use this ghost face to witness the demise of the Hua family. ”

Ye Guchen muttered, putting this grimace mask into the Yuan Ring.

After some emotion, everyone left.

Jian Jiu and the others want to return to the Sword Emperor Ridge and report the matter to the Kendo Alliance.

Ye Guchen was alone, separated from them.

Because he has one more thing to do.

That is to hand over the fruit of the Holy Path to Leng Qianji.

Ye Guchen could expect that the five pseudo-saint families would definitely not give up.

The next test is the greatest catastrophe of the Sword Dynasty.

And if you can win over Leng Qianji, a strong man, it will also be very helpful for the next situation of the Sword Dynasty.

Leng Qianji has been cultivating in the Sword Shrine all along.

Ye Guchen rushed to the location of the sword mound, Tianjian Ridge.

A few days later, Ye Guchen came to the place of the sword mound in the Heavenly Sword Ridge.

The chaos of the Sword Dynasty has not yet been completely pacified.

So the sword shrine, which was usually extremely hot, is now sparsely populated, and there are few people in sight.

Ye Guchen's figure flashed, and he stepped directly into the sword mound.

Now the sword qi in the sword mound no longer has the slightest threat to Ye Guchen.

He possessed the sword intent of all things at the level of creation, and the power of this sword was useless to him.

Soon, Ye Guchen went deep into Leng Qianji's cultivation ground.

The surroundings were covered in snow, frost and snow.

"Come in. ”

Before Ye Guchen stepped into it, Leng Qianji's voice came from his ears.

It must have been Leng Qianchen who sensed Ye Guchen's arrival.

Ye Guchen's figure flashed in, and he saw Leng Qianji at a glance.

Leng Qianji sat on the top of the hill, with long gray-white hair, like frost and snow.

He had two criss-crossing scars on his face, and his eyes were like cold stars in the sky.

His temperament, as always, is arrogant and cold, like a lone wolf in the snow.

"Leng Qianji senior. Ye Guchen bowed his hand slightly.

"Ye Guchen, you are here, I have also heard about the matter of the Ten Thousand Demon Nest, you are really blessed and fateful. Leng Qianji said lightly.

During the trip to the holy pilgrimage's relics, Tianjiao fell a lot, and His Holiness also had some body falls, and even several pseudo-saints died.

Ye Guchen can come back alive, it is indeed a great blessing.

"It's just a fluke. Ye Guchen smiled lightly.

"Okay, what is the matter with you coming to me this time, didn't I give you the summons Jade Jane?" Leng Qianji asked.

He didn't expect that Ye Guchen came to give him the Fruit of the Holy Dao.

"Senior, have you forgotten the agreement between you and me, I am here to fulfill the contract. Ye Guchen said.

"Agreed...... Could it be ......?"

Leng Qianjian's eyes first flashed with a trace of doubt, and then suddenly shocked in his eyes.

With Leng Qianji's character, he can express his surprise, which shows how much vibration he has in his heart.

"Fortunately, I was not dishonored. Ye Guchen flipped his wrist, and a fruit imprinted with the aura of the laws of the Holy Dao appeared in his hand.

When this fruit appears.

The surrounding void was as if there were holy law runes looming.

Leng Qianji's breath was slightly chaotic, and the snow was fluttering all over the sky, showing that he was not calm in his heart.

"Could this be the fruit of the Holy Dao?" Leng Qianji stared at the fruit.

"That's right. Ye Guchen nodded slightly.

Leng Qianji exhaled lightly.

He didn't suspect that Ye Guchen was lying, let alone the Fruit of the Holy Dao.

Because Leng Qianji himself is an extremely powerful pseudo-saint.

Although his understanding of the law is not very deep, it is definitely not shallow.

I can feel that the power of the law contained in the fruit of the holy path is indeed the essence left by the sage.

"Ye Guchen, do you know the value of this Sacred Dao Fruit?" Leng Qianchen took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the vibration in his heart, and stared at Ye Guchen.

"Naturally, I know that the fruit of the Holy Dao is almost priceless, especially for the Pseudo-Saint powerhouse. Ye Guchen said truthfully.

"Then you are still willing to give it to me?" Leng Qianji asked.

"Although a Sacred Dao Fruit is immeasurable, it can't compare to a promise made by Ye, Ye will do what he says, and he will never regret it!"

Ye Guchen's words were sonorous and categorical!

(End of chapter)