Chapter III

"How is this possible? The Ice Emperor Sword is the Zhenzong Divine Sword, the existence of a half-step artifact, what is the origin of this sword, why can't even the Ice Emperor Sword move in front of it? The trembling voices of the five elders rang in everyone's ears. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The Great Elder didn't say a word, his dry hands were folded behind his back, and he looked at the Cold Ice Sword for a long time.

"Let's all go back!" After a long time, the voice of the Great Elder without any emotion sounded in the ears of the rest of the elders, and after speaking, his body moved, and he took the lead in sweeping into the distance, and the rest of the elders looked at each other, and the sound of "brushing" sounded, but they disappeared in the next moment. When the Great Elder reappeared, it was in the previous hall.

"Master, what's going on?" Seeing the figure of his master, Qing Ling, who stayed in the main hall and held the baby in his arms, asked aloud,

"That divine sword occupies the best position in the sword pool, and even the Ice Emperor is not an enemy, so the thing that broke through the great array of this sect before should be this divine sword, hey, I don't know if this is a blessing or a curse for the Xuanbing Sect?" At the end, the Great Elder looked up to the sky and sighed, he had a deep affection for the Xuanbing Sect, and from the day he became the governor, he had vowed to protect the Xuanbing Sect, even if it was at the cost of his life.

"Recall all the elders who went on patrol! Do whatever you have to do, and the disciples outside are evacuated! The Great Elder's tone was a little uneasy and melancholy, the arrival of the Cold Ice Sword and this baby, maybe the Xuanbing Sect, which had been quiet for a long time, would also change this style!

"Master, don't worry too much, our cultivators are already fighting with the heavens, and there is a providence in the dark, and the providence is like this, so we just need to do our part." The Qingling Sect Master said softly.

"Hehe, Ling'er, you're right, it's for the sake of the teacher's Dao heart that is a little trembling again, and I'll talk about it later, I should be fully prepared, and I won't mess up when the time comes." The Great Elder laughed.

"What Master said is very true, I will order it to go down and urge the people of the sect not to relax, but Master, this child ......" Looking at the baby in his arms, the Qingling Sect Master asked out loud.

"Since this child appeared at the same time as the divine sword and came to this sect, you also saw it before, the divine sword seems to have inexplicable feelings for this baby, this child you can raise it, although you are not married yet, my cultivators do not pay attention to clichés, in the future, this child will be born and taught, perhaps...... Hehe. The Great Elder looked at the baby in Qing Xuan's arms, the baby was small and exquisite, and the Great Elder looked at the baby carefully at this time, only to find that his mood that had not fluctuated for a long time had a trace of ripples.

"Master is making fun of the apprentice again, by the way, Master, this child doesn't have a name yet, Master should give her a name!" The Great Elder did not object to this child staying in the Xuanbing Sect, Qing Ling was inexplicably happy in his heart, when he saw this child for the first time, an inexplicable sense of kindness arose, and a trace of implication lingered in his heart, this child was the bond of his own life, why did he feel this way, even Qing Ling herself couldn't say clearly.

"This child is so cute, he must be a beauty when he grows up, I don't know how many young talents in the world are fascinated by it, a hundred flowers are blooming, and he is purple and red, but this child must be better than a hundred flowers when he grows up, so call it Yan'er!" The Great Elder looked at the baby in Qing Ling's arms, groaned slightly, and said with a smile.

"If I were a few hundred years younger, maybe I would be tempted to see this grown child, haha......" The youngest elder who followed the Great Elder to the main hall laughed.

"It's still disrespectful to the old at this age, are you ashamed?" The three elders

Laughed and scolded.

"Third Senior Sister, didn't I say it casually, why should your old man bother with his junior brother!" It was only in front of the Great Elder and the Third Elder that the youngest elder did not dare to be presumptuous, and after speaking, he lowered his head and did not dare to look into the eyes of the Third Elder.

"Am I old? Tell me clearly, or else, hmph, you know! The third elder made no secret of his threatening tone, women, what they are most afraid of is that others will say that they are old.

"No, no, no, the third senior sister is as beautiful as a flower, like a fairy, not old at all, hehe......" The youngest elder hurriedly said, in his heart, he could scold the third elder several times, they are all seven hundred years old, if they were mortals, they would have become monsters long ago if they lived to this age. Hearing this, the solemn atmosphere of the previous hall vanished, and all the elders showed a smile, this youngest elder was a living treasure between them, and he could bring some laughter to everyone many times.

"Yan'er, this is an apt name, thank you Master!" Qingling rarely poses as a little girl, and only in front of her master will she do this, but the unpredictable master is difficult for her to ponder many times.

"Okay, I'm going back for the teacher, and the affairs of the sect are easy to manage!" After saying that, the Great Elder disappeared, and the rest of the Elders also disappeared after him, leaving only the little elder from before who had not left.

"Is there something wrong with Uncle Shi?" Seeing that the oldest elder hadn't left yet, the Qingling Sect Master couldn't help but ask out loud.

"It's okay, it's okay, just look at this kid."

"The child is asleep now, Uncle Shi's ......"

"Then let her sleep, then I'll go first." The young elder also saw that the baby in Qing Ling's arms was sleeping, Qing Ling saw something from the elder's face, Master has explained to let me raise her, you want to accept her as a disciple, don't even think about it, these Qing Ling only dare to think about it in their hearts.

"Congratulations to Uncle Shi!"

Knowing what his uncle was thinking, Qingling unceremoniously gave an order to evict the guest, and robbed the apprentice with himself, although you are my uncle, I don't care if you are my uncle or not.

With a sound of "brush", the young elder's figure also lost its trace, and only the Qingling Sect Master was left in the main hall holding the baby in his arms to sleep, and even Qingling didn't realize that at this moment, she seemed to have turned into a mother, and the baby in her arms was her own flesh and blood.

There are seven sects in the world, but there are not only seven sects in the seven sects, to be precise, it should be the seven sects of good and evil, I don't know when it began to be divided in this way in the spiritual realm, located in the east and west of the spiritual realm, respectively, and control all the developed regions in the world, these behemoths are the masters of the spiritual realm, and there are countless subordinate sects, but they are each attached to one of the sects, and the lifeblood of the spiritual continent is determined in the hands of these behemoths.

When this happened to the Xuanbing Sword Sect, at the same time, in the sword pools of the Seven Great Sects Golden Heaven Sword Sect, Earth Emperor Sword Sect, Wind Thunder Sword Sect, Chiyan Sword Sect, and Qingling Sword Sect, the sword weapons that were each enshrined as divine objects were all restless, and the sound of sword roars resounded in the sky above the sect, making the sect restless for a while, and the divine sword that even the strongest person in the sect could not control suddenly roared, but there had never been such a scene! One by one, the bigwigs in the sect flew out from the place where they were cultivating or resting, looking at the sword weapons that shot into the air and emitted bursts of sword roars, their faces were full of shock, obviously all this was incredible. At the same time, in the headquarters of the Heavenly Demon Hall in the Western Continent, a black long sword inserted upside down in the sword pool also emitted a sword sound that had never been heard before.

In an endless abyss at the junction of the East and West Continents, countless long swords were shattered, some were only half cut off, and the intact ones were also dim, only a few swords emitted bursts of ghostly light, obviously not ordinary, above these swords, a long sword that exuded misty starlight and a long sword that emitted white light were quietly suspended in mid-air, and a strange aura was connected to these two long swords like a thin line from the sword weapon on the ground, this place was something that no one dared to set foot on, The legendary No. 1 Jedi in the Spirit Realm Continent is here, and all those who come have come and gone have never returned, and at this time, these two long swords that have appeared here for an unknown period of time suddenly shine brightly, and the sound of swords resounding through the endless abyss.

A trace of mysterious breath spread from the body of these swords that made a sword sound, when feeling this breath, all the sword weapons in the world, whether they are in the sword pool or wearing the long sword on the waist and on the back, even those that have been refined as natal weapons, all flew into the air and emitted bursts of sword sounds, as if welcoming their emperor, the joy in those swords that have been refined Their masters feel the deepest, and they feel incredible, one by one. But there had never been a time when their swords had reacted like this! Each sword is uncontrolled, leaving their master helpless.

All the sword weapons in the Spirit Domain Continent shot out in the air and emitted bursts of sword sounds, this scene caused a strong storm Until a long time later, many swordsmen gathered together to talk about this matter, even those ordinary mortals saw the scene of the long sword roaring together, one by one thought it was a fairy manifestation, one by one knelt on the ground, and issued a pious prayer, hoping that the gods would bless them.

These are all things that the gray-robed middle-aged man does not know, at this time he is holding Long Yang and shooting towards the distance, his natal sword weapon Lei Hong is not under his control, this matter has been left behind by the arrival of Long Yang who fell asleep in his arms, and now he just wants to find a place to settle Long Yang in his arms.

The speed of the gray-robed middle-aged man was very fast, and he drove the flying sword for two or three hours in a row, even he didn't know how far he had traveled, and the spiritual power in his body was almost consumed, seeing a lake in front of him, the middle-aged man thought of taking a break to recover his spiritual power, and was about to lower his body to rest, but a beast roar made the middle-aged man's back chill, at this time he had gone deep into the depths of the mountains and forests, and the towering giant trees of a hundred zhang size covered the sky and the sun, in the forest, the sunlight could not shoot a minute, at this time, hundreds of zhang in front of the gray-robed middle-aged man, but a behemoth the size of dozens of zhang appeared.

"Ice Jiao!"

An exclamation came out of the mouth of the gray-robed middle-aged man, and a rare solemnity appeared on the gray-robed middle-aged face, this is the eighth-level spirit beast Cold Ice Jiao!

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