Jian Li suppressed, his eyes were about to breathe fire, and the wrinkles on his face piled up even deeper. "Joke! How much is face worth, the person we love the most has died outside, and now it's the turn of those kids, and I will never allow it. ”

The words of the sword made the sword die a lot of decadence.

Jian Jisheng continued: "The ancestral legacy cannot be forgotten, the tower has far-reaching significance, we acted as the tower keeper before the sword ancestor, and it has not changed for tens of thousands of years, and the eagle will leave the nest sooner or later, the first task is to send the seven children out, we are caught in a dangerous chess game, and if we are not careful, we will lose all the games." ”

Jian Li muttered again, and his voice was so small that no one could hear it.

At this time, the patriarch Sword Wind Thunder asked for help from the sword to die. "When I say death, can't the Death Wilderness and Zhenlong Mountain stop the footsteps of the Blood God Temple?"

Jian Death smiled bitterly. "If the Blood God Temple is determined to destroy us, the Death Wilderness and Zhenlong Mountain may be able to stop us for a while, but it is only a matter of time, the Blood God Temple has a large number of people, pursuing the power in the blood, through the evil law, even ordinary mortals can have abilities comparable to those of immortal cultivators, and the Blood God Temple Master is not a fuel-efficient lamp. ”

"What kind of person is she, is there any hope of negotiation?" Jian Fenglei asked.

"Nope. The sword's answer was straightforward. "When I was outside, I heard some rumors about her, the Lord of the Blood God Temple is the spokesperson of blood and cruelty, it is said that more than two thousand years ago, the blood clan that was the same as us of the Seven Ancient Clans was wiped out overnight, it was she who did it, the blood clan at that time was still in its heyday, the Blood God Temple Lord was a blood controller, sucking the blood of all the blood clans, children, women, old people, all of them were spared, she became the last of the Desolate Ancient Blood Clan, and the most powerful one, relying on this deed, she became one of the seven subordinates of the Chaos Evil Dragon, known as the Blood Demon Lord, Blood Girl。 She is a remnant of the war to destroy the world, an immortal who has lived for more than two thousand years. ”

After the sword passed away, the council chamber was shrouded in silence as if death was coming, like a storm coming, and the anthill was about to be destroyed.

The blood clan in its heyday was wiped out overnight, not to mention the small sword clan now.

"An old witch. Sword Wind Thunder took a sip. "Why the hell did she slaughter the Sword Clan. ”

Jian Jisheng said: "Maybe it's really our relationship with the Heavenly Sword Gate that angered her, after all, the Blood God Temple and the Four Noble Paths are hostile relations, maybe it's a heaven-level weapon, no one knows what the motive is, in the face of the Blood God Temple, we can only fight against the water, buy time for the child to escape, there is only so much we can do now." ”

The sudden arrival of the Blood God Temple has disrupted some of the plans of the sword to die, and those towers are about to be opened, but the sword clan is not a savior.

These secret sword deaths have always been hidden in his heart, whether it is sending the children away from the sword clan or looking for the tower, all of this is just his selfishness and lies.

Jian Death continued: "Patriarch, without further ado, call Jian Yusheng over and let the children leave the Sword Clan immediately, and we will let the Blood God Temple taste the wrath of the Desolate Ancient Sword Clan!!"

Jian Fenglei said: "Jian Yusheng is on the way. ”

Jian Shen nodded, he knew that the threat was not just the Blood God Temple, on the day the heaven-level weapon was born, he realized that he had done a lot of things wrong, the child must stay away from this place of right and wrong, whether the Blood God Temple came or not, this place would become a place of death.

Because, the ghost who forged the Soul Helping Sword with him was about to go down the mountain, and it was an extremely dangerous person, even more dangerous than the Blood God Temple Master.

The white-haired ghost on Zhenlong Mountain was his titular master.

The sword has all the skills of the past life, and he has given the soul sword to him, and together he has built the soul sword into a supreme heaven level.

But there has always been a delicate relationship between the master and the apprentice.

Jian Jisheng has never trusted the other party since he first climbed Zhenlong Mountain and encountered a ghost, and the white-haired ghost always hides something while teaching him.

The sword remembered the scene when the soul sword jumped to the supreme heaven level on Zhenlong Mountain.

"The Heavenly Sword has been completed, are you ready for the sacrifice?" said the ghost.

"Sacrifice?" the sword was puzzled.

The white-haired ghost leaned in and whispered.

After hearing this, Jian Death's face changed greatly, and he took a few steps back with the Soul Helping Sword.

"To achieve the goal, there must be the belief to give up everything. The ghost said. "It's just a few lives. ”

"You've planned everything a long time ago, and I can't afford to pay this price. "The sword rejects the ghost.

He ran down the hill with his Soul Sword, and an angry roar came from behind him. "I'll find you! rebel!! that's my sword!!"

The last time the master and apprentice parted was not pleasant.

"Although the Heavenly Sword Sect belongs to the Fourfold Path, as Jian Li said, they will not clash because of the Sword Clan and the Blood God Temple. As for the Blood Temple, this is our home, and they cannot be violated by them. The sword said it again.

"We can only surrender, we will not win this war, you will regret it. The punishment elder muttered again, but the voice was so small that no one could hear it.

.........

Daylight held the Arama Sword in his arms, pacing up and down outside the door of the council chamber.

From time to time, he nervously grasped the amber heart in his chest, and he didn't have time to set it into the hilt of his sword.

The noisy voices in the council hall passed through the door and reached his ears, and the most frequent ones were about the Soul Sword and the Blood God Temple, mixed with some words about the tower and the blood clan.

But he didn't listen carefully during the day, he had his own things to think about.

The day after tomorrow is his fifteenth birthday, and the fact that he has truly entered adulthood means that he will lose his qualification for the rite of passage and will never be able to become a black hand, this fact makes him sleep.

Bai Tian glanced at the flawed sword in his hand and sighed heavily.

Hopefully, they won't find out that the coming-of-age ceremony is so important to him that they don't hesitate to disturb the patriarch and the three elders who are in the middle of the meeting.

Daylight nervously pushed the door open, and a fierce quarrel in the council chamber ensued, and three fierce eyes nailed him to the door.

Bai Tian was a little repulsed by the presence of the punishment elder, it stands to reason that Jian Li should lead the convoy to the Heavenly Sword Gate, why did he still appear here?

Jian Li saw the day, and his long-suppressed anger erupted. "You bastard, you can't tell the height of your eyebrows, don't you know what's going on here? Get out!"

Bai Tian glared at Jian Li angrily, he hated Jian Li, this hatred has lasted for several years, and it continues to this day.

Jian Jisheng was originally immersed in thoughts, but after hearing Jian Li's words, he immediately opened his red eyes, and his voice was so cold that his voice was frozen: "Shut up Ah Li, you have done enough harm to the children, stop hurting everyone's ears with malicious words, and besides, there is no one here who is a mongrel, he is my son." ”

At this time, the anger had reached its peak, and Jian Li insulted him at the same time as he insulted his father.

He suppressed it, constantly admonishing himself that control, control, and sword power are just an old mad dog, and the important thing is a coming-of-age ceremony.

As long as he passes the coming-of-age ceremony, he will be able to fight to the death against the sword.

The battle between the black hands, never to the death.

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