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A petite figure flashed in like a civet cat, holding a medicine jar in her hand, a weak and delicate body, and her eyes flashed with crystal tears, "Sister Wan'er, have you stayed up all night?" ”

Jin Youwan raised her head lightly and forced a smile, "Enough rest, Xiaoqing, put the medicine down." ”

The smell of medicine was strong, and the room fell silent.

Pushing open the door, a figure suddenly appeared in the morning light, and a familiar slender and handsome face appeared in front of Xiaoqing and Jin Youwan.

"Uncle Xiao." Xiao Qing's eyes were startled, and she subconsciously covered her mouth, lest she be shocked by the Jin Wen Throne on the bed. His eyes showed surprise, Xiao Yang's return last night, and there were not many people in the sect who knew about it for the time being.

Xiao Yang walked over, Jin Youwan was like a lonely boat floating in a storm, at this moment she encountered a sheltered harbor, she lost control for a while, two lines of crystal tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, silently pounced on Xiao Yang's arms, and choked slowly and softly.

"Okay, it's okay, it's over." Xiao Yang gently stroked her hair, soothing Jin Youwan's fragile and wounded heart. "Let me take a look at Brother Jin."

"Uncle Xiao, you must save your father." Jin Youwan sobbed softly, although Jiang Feng didn't say anything in front of her, but she always had a bad premonition, she was afraid, she was afraid that from now on, she would only be left in the dark night with only herself silently choking, she was afraid that when she forgot to cover the quilt in the middle of the night, the burly and kind figure would not appear again to bring warmth to herself......

She couldn't imagine life without her father.

His hands trembled and clenched Xiao Yang's arm, like a frightened lamb.

"Xiaoqing, take Sister Wan'er out of the city to rest." Xiao Yang's eyes fell on Xiaoqing.

Although the young man Ji was small, he was very well-behaved, nodded, pulled Jin Youwan out of the room, and gently closed the door.

In the room, Xiao Yang's gaze calmly fell on Jin Wenzun's body, wrapped all over his body, Xiao Yang's eyesight could naturally see the shocking trauma everywhere at a glance.

The anger in my heart slowly rose......

"The crumbs of the Divine Whip Gate!"

Killing in a flash.

A situation that never stops dying.

The road to revenge, there is no way back at all.

Xiao Yang also knew that Jin Wenzun, who was lying on the bed at the moment with uncertain life and death, would also not have any remorse.

Xiao Yang put one hand on the pulse of the Jin Wen Throne.

After a moment, gently lifting and loosening the bandages wrapped around his body, the silent room soon left only traces of flying golden needles.

The head of the Nine Divine Needles, the Dragon Dance for Nine Days!

Although it does not come back to life, it can be called a unique magic in the world. You can't pry open the Hades Palace, but you can pull back the person who stepped into the Hades Hall with one foot.

The process of applying the needle was extremely slow, and Jin Wenzun's injury was too serious, and Xiao Yang did not dare to treat it lightly.

In particular, there is a burst of cold poison in the body.

Acupuncture, poisoning, healing!

A life pill was contained in the mouth of the Golden Venerable Throne.

The rescue was carried out in an orderly manner......

Outside the door, Jin Youwan fidgeted, her eyes glancing in the direction of the door from time to time.

Anxiously waiting.

There was a figure outside the house, and Ye Sang came over with a hot breakfast for Jin Youwan and Xiaoqing.

Warm steam, quietly waiting.

The wind is strong, and deep in the valley, two graves are nestled next to each other.

Red hair fluttering, holding a wine jug in one hand, snuggling up to the tombstone, the tombstone is engraved with the tomb of the eighth brother Duan Han.

The other one, the tomb of the sixth sister White Lotus.

Luo Tianli!

The burly body leaned weakly on the tombstone at this moment, Luo Tianzun was very drunk here, I don't know how long it took to do it, the wine jug was thrown away, and it broke and shattered in mid-air, scattering the fragrance of wine all over the ground.

"Eighth brother, sixth sister, eldest brother invites you to drink." Luo Tian's powerful aura was re-revealed, like a demon god standing, his eyes were cold and cold, "You guys watch carefully, big brother kills the enemy." Kill the group of turtle grandchildren, and leave no armor. ”

Luo Tian turned around and disappeared into the depths of the jungle.

Squeak......

The door opened, and Jin Youwan's figure stood up suddenly, looking at Xiao Yang excitedly, her lips moved lightly, but she didn't dare to make a sound.

Xiao Yang walked up with a smile, "Don't worry, big brother is fine." ”

It's fine.

Like a spring breeze warming her heart, Jin Youwan was shocked, and suddenly cried.

She had endured so much suffering.

This moment is cathartic.

threw himself into Xiao Yang's arms, crying bitterly, slowly, without a sound.

She fell asleep on Xiao Yang's shoulder.

"Sister Wan'er is so tired." Xiaoqing's voice was also choked.

Xiao Yang carried Jin Youwan into the room to rest, turned around and walked out.

"Xiaoqing, have you seen Senior Sister Ye Sang?" Xiao Yang asked.

"She was here just now, and suddenly she left in a hurry."

Xiao Yang was stunned, then nodded.

"Xiaoqing, please take care of Brother Jin here." After Xiao Yang said a few words, he turned around and left.

He still had a pimple in his heart.

Xiao Yang found the Red Sword Throne in the main hall.

Directly in front of the main hall, there are still seven immortals of the ancestor of the sword venerable.

After Xiao Yang respectfully bowed one by one, he and the two of them walked to the side.

"One Ancestor and Seven Immortals...... When Xiao Yang saw the portrait of the Seven Immortals for the first time, although he felt the sword qi in it, it was not too strong. On the contrary, as his strength increased, he felt more and more the sword intent of the seven sword immortals. What made Xiao Yang puzzled was that he thought that the Seven Immortals were the only seven Sword Immortals in the long history of the Sword Sect, but as his horizons broadened, Xiao Yang felt that the Sword Immortals of the Sword Sect were definitely not only seven.

At this time, there are four people in the realm of their own [Ancient Flood Desolation] painting scrolls.

When Xiao Yang raised his doubts, the Red Sword Venerable Throne smiled and stroked his beard, "Immortals also have strong and weak points. ”

Xiao Yang's eyes were light, and his gaze was fixed on the Red Sword Venerable Throne.

"It's no secret, and of course, not everyone knows about it." The Red Sword Venerable smiled, "There will be a record in the classics of our clan. Immortals are divided into three, six, nine and so on, and those who have just survived the Nine Tribulations of Heart Thunder can only be called half-immortals! After the Nine Tribulations of Heart Thunder, the body and soul will have a layer of rebirth and transformation, and the Nine Tribulations Heavenly Thunder is just the introduction, and when the heart of the immortal god is completely transformed and cultivated, it can be called the real immortal realm. ”

"Each stage of the immortal realm, the realm of strength, and so on are different. According to their experience, the ancients divided the cultivation realm of immortals into five levels, and if they stepped on the five-level ladder, they would have been immortal for a long time. ”

The eyes of the Red Sword Venerable appeared with intense heat.

"Call it, Golden Immortal!"

"The Golden Immortal can be called immortal and immortal. Unless it falls in the midst of a cataclysmic battle. ”

"Only when you reach the Golden Immortal level can you truly cut through time and space and reach different planes that no one has ever revealed. It sounds too mysterious, but the seven immortals of their Sword Sect have all disappeared like this. ”

Xiao Yang's eyes were shocked.

The Seven Immortals originally referred to the Seven Golden Immortals.

The words immortal and immortal are already heartbreaking.

It's a long way to go.

There is no end to practice.

In the process of pursuing the Heavenly Dao, Xiao Yang felt that there could be no end to this road.

And all he needs to do is to make the flowers bloom and be more gorgeous along the way during this journey.

Let the road walked, leave no regrets.

Everyone's life is a path, but some people stumble a little farther, and some people fall early. No one knew what awaited them on the road ahead of them. Or the wild beasts are crawling and roaring, or the flowers are blooming all over the ground......

It's all life.

Quietly comprehending, after a while, Xiao Yang reopened his eyes, and his eyes looked in the direction of the Seven Immortals of the First Ancestor from a distance, full of respect and boiling anticipation.

Under the precipitation of the long history, the Sword Sect only left traces of the years with only the seven great golden immortals.

"I'll be the eighth." Xiao Yang's eyes were full of confidence, and he thought silently in his heart.

After returning to his senses for a long time, Xiao Yang's expression looked solemnly at the Red Sword Venerable Throne, and slowly spoke word by word, "Brother Red Sword, I want to know who gave the order to Sangsang. ”

Let Ye Sang float across the sea alone and enter the valley of death covered with yellow sand, every time he thinks of it, Xiao Yang has a cramp in his heart. The important thing is that this order to let Ye Sang carry out the task is not out of the Eight Great Thrones. What kind of person can ignore the Eight Great Thrones and give orders to Ye Sang?

Xiao Yang stared at the Red Sword Throne, the Red Sword Throne's expression changed slightly, half loud, and sighed, "He still doesn't give up." ”

Xiao Yang's pupils shrank.

The 'he' in the mouth of the Red Sword Venerable Throne must be the mysterious person who gave Ye Sang the order.

"Back then, a catastrophe, life and death, in the eyes of all the disciples of the Sword Sect, seemed to have become wind and sand, illusory, and could fall at any time. Under the desperate opening of the way of the strong, we stumbled out, and the leader, in addition to our eight brothers and sisters, in fact, there was also an elder of the Sword Sect. Dust Throne! ”

"He is Ye San's stepfather."

The Red Sword Throne glanced at Xiao Yang, saw that his expression had changed a little, sighed in his heart, and told the truth, back then, there were very few survivors, and the strength of the Dust Throne had already broken through the five tribulations of the heart and thunder at that time, and the results survived the Little Immortal Tribulation, and it was the time to be high-spirited and rush towards the realm of immortals.

But he was hit by a catastrophe, and that catastrophe threw the Dust Throne from heaven to hell.

He didn't die, but he was deposed!

"That's worse than killing him." The Red Sword Throne's expression was gloomy, "In the past hundred years, the character of the Dust Throne has become strange and withdrawn, however, we all know that deep in his heart, the only thing left is a trace of longing. Eager to regain strength, eager to slash the enemy. ”

"For a hundred years, he lived more painfully than any of us."

"Twenty years ago, in the United States, he picked up Ye San, who was abandoned on the corner of the street."

Xiao Yang quietly listened to the Red Sword Venerable Throne tell the old things of the past.

The catastrophe of the Sword Sect had caused too many tragedies back then, and the more he understood, the more Xiao Yang could feel the flame of hatred that filled the hearts of the disciples of the Sword Sect.

"Over the years, the previous intelligence line of the Sword Sect was in the hands of the Dust Venerable, and it was not until the three years after returning to China that Brother Luo Tian gradually took over." The Red Sword Venerable smiled bitterly, "I never expected that the Dust Venerable Throne would find out the news of the Three Feet Order. He really doesn't give up, he doesn't want his fate to be bound, and he doesn't want to sink like this. ”

"He wants to pass the three-foot order, enter the three-foot god hall, and restore his strength through an illusory opportunity."