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And after devouring most of the Arhat Golden Puguo, Ji Ruorong's serious injuries also began to improve, and the original Bai Zhe's flawless skin quickly circulated with wisps of golden light, repairing her body and rebuilding flesh and blood, and her physical body also became stronger.

She slowly stood up from the ground, her delicate face returned to its former ruddyness, and her big eyes looked at Yang Han who was standing proudly at this moment, full of infinite emotion and sadness.

She knew that now Yang Han had been completely reborn, and he was no longer the waste that was spurned by everyone before, he belonged to his dazzling aura, and blessed again, with his demeanor and supreme arrogance, after today's meeting of the elder group, he would definitely shake the entire sect and show his grandeur.

Ji Ruorong walked over, and the tattered white sword robe was draped over her slender body, revealing the infinite scenery inside from time to time, which was extremely moving.

She is still the same cold as frost, and the cold air emanating from her body is still pressing, but when she looks at Yang Han, she is obviously much gentler, which is not seen in others.

After coming to Yang Han's side, she gently stretched out her green jade hand, tidied up the sword robe on her body for him, and then said indifferently: "Be careful, I'll wait for you to come back." ”

Hearing this, Yang Han's heart was shaken again, in this world, there are still people waiting for him, he is no longer a lonely ghost, he is no longer a lonely ghost, in this bloodthirsty and cruel martial arts world, there is a beautiful woman waiting for him silently. Please Baidu black yaпge is our greatest support, thank you!

Yang Han hugged the woman in front of him tightly in his arms, smelled the faint fragrance and wisps of blood coming from the other party, and nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, I will definitely come back." ”

Being held in Yang Han's arms, Ji Ruorong's moving body trembled slightly at first, she wanted to struggle away, but at this moment, Yang Han's arms were like iron tongs, and in desperation, she only lay down in front of the other party's chest with a red face, the coldness on her face was slowly dissolving, and a trace of tenderness flashed in her eyes, she was so beautiful at this moment, but unfortunately Yang Han couldn't see it.

"I'm leaving, now the Jianyuan Sect is no longer a sect we are familiar with, it's very dangerous, you leave here and go to Chiyang City, I will go to you."

After speaking, Yang Han gently pushed her away, took a deep breath, turned away, his eyes were resolute, extremely decisive, his thin back was as straight as a javelin, although he was young, he had a superb bearing, although he had just entered the cultivation, his demeanor was peerless.

He walked on the green avenue in front of him, and the sunlight in the sky shone through the dense leaves in the white sword robe, forming a little halo, dazzling.

He wants to kill the main hall, use the three-foot edge in his hand to split a road to the sky, he wants to step on the endless white bones to clear the clouds and mist, and get a glimpse of Lang Lang.

……

Jianyuan Gate, on the square in front of the central main hall.

The entire sect up and down, thousands of disciples all gathered here, they sat around the square, forming a semicircle, everyone was silently breathing, the energy was faintly flowing, resonating and passing to each other, forming an extremely terrifying heaven-seizing array.

Wisps of strong breath passed out from the big array, the heavens and the earth were depressed, and the air seemed to be faintly stagnant, which exuded endless grandeur and solemnity, and there was a trace of golden light spreading, shining this side of the space solemnly and solemnly, like a sacred temple before the ancient times, after tens of thousands of years, it came across time and space again.

This kind of big array is really terrifying, connecting the breath of each disciple, but it can fight on its own, which can be called ingenious, this is the essence of Jianyuanmen, although it is decaying, but after all, it has been passed down for tens of thousands of years.

On the big day of the abolition of the young sect master today, there are distinguished guests from the big sect coming to the door, and the Jianyuan Gate has to show the last bit of glory.

Directly in front of the square, there were twelve elders dressed in white sitting at this moment, they were both men and women, but they were all monstrous people without exception.

Everyone's sword qi rises and falls, sitting on a futon, and as soon as they absorb it slightly, the aura of heaven and earth rolls in.

The ten heavenly spirits and the eight earth spirits, surging like the tides, gathered around them, the clouds were steaming, the waves were magnificent, and they were accompanied by bursts of thunder, purple lightning exploded, terrifying and abnormal.

This is the twelve elders of the Jianyuanmen, the strongest of the entire sect, they have gone very far in the way of the sword, their combat power is brilliant, and the crown is overwhelming, and it is with the existence of their group of people that the Jianyuanmen can keep the last trace of vitality and not be completely defeated.

At the back of the Twelve Elders, several graceful and luxurious figures sat on chairs, and in the center was an old man, with silver hair hanging down, but his face was as ruddy as a baby.

The sword robe on his body was shining brightly, and extremely rare earth spirit crystals were inlaid on it, forming a powerful defensive array, and the sword qi in his body was like an abyss and a sea, unfathomable.

Especially his pair of pupils, which actually turned into a sword shape, ordinary people would be bombarded by the sword intent in it even if they glanced at it.

And next to the luxurious old man, there are a few young people sitting upright, and the leader is Bao Qing'er, wearing a xia robe, ice posture and jade bones, peerless, wonderful and immortal, although she tried her best to restrain her breath, but there are still wisps of mysterious sword through the body, wanting to cut the void.

Bao Qing'er, the bright pearl of the younger generation of Baojian Mountain, was born with great luck and deep fortune, and legend has it that she once obtained a mysterious ore in the ancient mining area, and cut out an ancient sword in the ore.

Since then, she has been proud of the times, winning consecutive battles, except for the chief disciple Tian Manyue, she suppressed the invincible opponents and crowned the crowd.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Outside the silent and oppressive central square, there were one after another energetic figures flying in from all directions, they were all disciples or masters of the Jianyuan Sect who had traveled outside, and at this moment they received the call of the sect and quickly rushed back from far away.

They landed on the ancient tree outside the square, hung between the trunks, and watched with their hands in hand, but did not enter the field, and sat with many disciples.

On one of the ancient trees, an old man with decayed blood and qi looked at the incomparably solemn array in the square, his eyes were extremely complicated, and next to him stood a young woman, she was Liu Feifei.

Liu Feifei looked at the square, her eyes were in a trance, she couldn't help but recall the scene that happened in Chiyang City last night, the waste that was spurned by everyone, the young sect master who was regarded as a shame by the entire sect, how heavenly and earthly was it?

A sword nailed the half-step foundation building realm powerhouse to the city wall, he was so arrogant, his thin back seemed to be able to hold up a piece of sky, tall and impressive.

What a great loss it is for someone to expel such a worldly genius from the sect for personal gain?

"Grandpa, I think the sect really did something wrong this time, he may be able to bring the Jianyuan Sect back to its grand glory 10,000 years ago."

Liu Feifei's face has lost a lot of weight, her big eyes have dimmed, last night was too big a blow to her, she felt that she had done the most stupid thing.

And the old man next to him also sighed softly, revealing a thick twilight color on his body: "Feifei, the matter has come to this, and we have no turning back." ”

After saying that, his whole body was even more withered, and his hair lost its luster.

Who would have thought that the teenager who had been controlled by medicinal liquor for a whole year would reach such a terrifying point in just a few days?

Liu Feifei didn't expect it, the old man around him didn't expect it, and everyone present didn't expect it, but in fact, Yang Han did it, and within three days, he had progressed to a terrifying realm.

……

Yang Han came to the foot of Wukong Mountain, and a stone staircase in front of him winded upwards to the central square.

He remembered that he came to this world, and the first time he killed people was here, when he used the door rules to cut off the heads of two outer disciples with a sword, which directly shocked everyone, and even the law enforcement disciples did not dare to fight with Ying Feng.

The bursts of insults and ridicule that day still seemed to shake his soul in his ears, and he made up his mind at that time.

In the future, all those who ridiculed him, abused him, and humiliated him were all cut with a sword, and now Yang Han is here for Xianchengruo, he has a fearless ambition at the moment.

Gently exhaling a breath of turbidity, Yang Han restrained his excess emotions, stepped on the stone steps with a calm gaze, and walked towards the top square step by step.

The stone steps are very long, known as the thousand-step sky, and the mystery of this may only be known to the ancestors who founded the sect back then.

However, Yang Han had heard his father say that when a cultivator reached a realm of shattered void and immortal body, the rules of this world could not accommodate him.

These great supernatural beings must break through the interface barriers, soar into the more vast immortal realm, pursue the immortality of the Heavenly Dao, and ask for eternal immortality.

And when you ascend, you need to climb the thousand-level heavenly steps and kill the nine heavens, and this stone step in front of you may be the extravagant hope of the ancestor who wants to reach that kind of realm.

Yang Han continued to walk towards the top while recalling the previous dots, his pace was steady, his posture was calm, and the roars of small beasts came from the ancient woods on both sides, adding a touch of vitality to this quiet and oppressive world.

Although the stone steps are long, but the step by step climbing, after all, there is an end, when after walking through the nine hundred and ninety-nine stone steps, Yang Han stepped on the last stone step, and the steady pace left a shallow footprint on the last stone step covered with moss, and then jumped up.

The central square of the main hall was silent at the moment, and all the disciples were silent, slowly breathing, and a terrifying large array connected everyone's breath into one, like a fierce beast, waking up on its prostration.

The qi in it filled the heavens and the earth, and the entire square was extremely heavy.

Feeling a figure jump up in front of them, everyone opened their eyes at the same moment and looked at the end of the stone steps with a fierce momentum.

The scorching sun was in the sky, the scorching sun was spraying violently, and a tall young man walked slowly from the thousand-step stone road, wearing a white sword robe, thick black hair hanging down, and his eyes were calm and deep.

Carrying the ancient sword on his back, his momentum was confident and intimidating, and he stepped on the square step by step, making a crisp and regular footstep sound, which resounded through the vast wilderness.

After a moment, the figure paused, and a joyless and sad word spat out of his mouth, resounding throughout the audience.

"Young Master of Jianyuan Sect, Yang Han, here!"

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