It took less than twenty seconds for the flying sword to fly into the air, and it was pitch black all around.

The flying sword automatically flew in the direction of Kunlun

"Lao Huang, how do I feel that you are a fake immortal cultivator" Chen Jiu sat on the flying sword leisurely.

"Why did you suddenly start calling me Lao Huang?

"What's wrong, it's always an honorific title, and calling you Lao Huang is a respect for you. Chen Jiu explained.

"Why do you say I'm a fake immortal cultivator?"

"I, the Huanghai Zhenren, am from the Jindan period, the first person to cultivate in the Yellow Mountain, and I am famous in the cultivation world, no one knows it, no one knows it......

"Stop!" Chen Jiu didn't have the heart to listen to him brag.

"Wait, it seems to have arrived. Huang Hai Zhenren looked at the scenery under his feet.

"Are you sure?" Chen Jiu looked at the snow under his feet, and the scene along the way seemed familiar.

"Kunlun is a gathering place for immortal cultivators, and my former cave mansion is here, how can it not be clear. Huang Haizhen straightened out the flowing hairstyle on his forehead that was blown by the wind.

"Why doesn't it stop doing this?" Chen Jiu pointed to the flying sword that was flying forward at his feet, they couldn't keep wandering in the air.

"I don't know, my flying sword is controlled by my mind, this is a flying magic weapon, there should be a trace of Hebai's divine consciousness on it, and it is only controlled by Hebai" Huang Hai Zhenren was also helpless.

The flying sword continued to shuttle through the sky for more than ten minutes, and suddenly began to buzz.

The sword head suddenly turned around and began to go downward, Chen Jiu and Huang Haizhen were caught off guard and almost fell down.

"Damn, this is a forced landing!"

"Turn the direction!" Chen Jiu shouted.

The two of them hugged the sword head in a panic and pulled it back desperately, trying to straighten the sword head, but both of them used their strength to eat, but to no avail.

The flying sword is still "smashing" straight towards the ground!

The wind in his ears was roaring, and Chen Jiu felt that his face was about to be torn apart.

The buildings in front of you grow from small to large, and gradually become clear in front of you.

Chen Jiu and Huang Haizhen closed their eyes and resigned themselves to fate.

Just as the flying sword was about to have an intimate kiss with the ground, the flying sword suddenly burst out with a brilliant light, and the light traveled into a protective shield, protecting Huang Haizhen and Chen Jiu in the circle.

Chen Jiu brushed the dust scattered in front of him, looked down at the giant sword that had been broken into two sections, and couldn't help but sigh, fortunately Hebai left a hand, otherwise he would have been smashed into a meatloaf today.

Huang Haizhen pulled the corners of Chen Jiu's clothes.

"Look around?"

Chen Jiu looked blankly at the white-clothed young men holding swords around him.

"Uh-uh, sorry, we went to the wrong set. Chen Jiu laughed dryly twice and pulled Huang Haizhen to prepare to leave.

The teenagers with swords were still staring at each other, never retreating, their eyes staring at Chen Jiu.

"Who is coming, dare to trespass on our Ten Thousand Swords Gate!"

However, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect obviously did not agree with Chen Jiu's statement.

"I am the real person of the Yellow Sea of Huangshan Cave Mansion, passing by your sect, I have no intention of disturbing, and I hope that you Haihan, let me wait to leave. Huang Hai Zhenren hugged his fists at the disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect.

"Huanghai Zhenren, I haven't heard of it!" the disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect shook his head.

"Uh-uh. Huang Haizhen's face was a little embarrassed.

Chen Jiuhu looked at Huang Hai Zhenren suspiciously, this old boy always brags about how powerful he is on weekdays, and now he ......

"The little sect, the frog at the bottom of the well, how could you hear the name of my Huanghai real person. Huang Haizhen's old face flushed and argued.

"Deacon Zuo, someone just now attacked the prohibition of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate. A disciple staggered into the main hall.

"And then?" asked Deacon Zuo.

"Breaking the ban on ......"

"Breaking through the ......, then this person is at least in the Jindan realm!" Deacon Zuo Fang Tong frowned, and the matter was a little tricky.

"There is no fluctuation of true qi on the two of them...... the disciple said slightly embarrassed.

"Nope. ”

"Could it be some kind of worldly family? ”

There are some secular families with background, although there are very few immortal cultivators in the family, but there are not many high-level magic weapons at all.

"This disciple doesn't know, he still needs Deacon Zuo to go to the town!"

"Young Sect Master's flying magic weapon!" Deacon Zuo saw the magic weapon broken on the ground at a glance.

"It's over, the young sect master must have suffered from their poisonous hands!" Deacon Zuo analyzed, and the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became.

"Take them down for me!"

"Remember to live!" added Deacon Zuo.

How could Chen Jiu sit still and wait to die? I saw that the Yi Jin Meridian in Chen Jiu's body was running between the meridians, and the true qi in his palm was surging.

With one palm, he knocked back a disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were not as powerful as Chen Jiu thought, they should have just reached the realm of Qi cultivation, that is, their own Yi Jin Sutra Duo, and some people were even inferior to Chen Jiu.

"Tie the immortal rope!" Fang Tong threw out a golden rope with his right hand, and the rope rushed to Chen Jiu and Huang Haizhen like a small snake, and the immortal rope tied the two into a golden zongzi. ... Chen Jiu tried to break free, but the rope became tighter and tighter.

"Boy, it's quite patient, I injured several of my disciples. Deacon Zuo's eyes were cold.

"This flying sword was given to me by your young master, not by me. Chen Jiu hurriedly argued.

"Don't fill me with garlic here, our young master's friends are all in the cultivation realm, how can I know you?" Deacon Zuo scoffed, Chen Jiu's lies looked fragile in his eyes, and they were not worth scrutiny at all.

"We just met, and besides, my strength can't beat your young master!" Chen Jiu was also drunk, and this left deacon had a tendon in his brain.

"What kind of conspiracy, we are such kind and pure, weak children, we are not involved in the world, we will naturally be deceived by you!" Deacon Zuo thought for a while and said, but his tone had eased a lot, because Chen Jiu's analysis did have some truth.

"Purity, maybe it's still possible, how can you see the weakness, the person who cut the vampire in half with a single sword, please tell me where his weakness is?" Chen Jiu couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"Five days! In five days, we have not come back yet, so then the heads of the two of you will pay tribute to the young master!"

Hearing this, Chen Jiu felt a chill in his neck, as if there was a gust of wind blowing.

......

Chen Jiu and Huang Haizhen were locked up in the same room.

There were four disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect guarding outside the house, and the aura on the bodies of these disciples was obviously stronger than the aura of those people that Chen Jiugang had encountered!

It seems that this Ten Thousand Swords Gate is ruthless.

However, Chen Jiu's words made Deacon Zuo change his opinion, in case these two people were really friends of the young master, and he killed them, the young master would definitely not forgive himself.

Deacon Zuo did not treat the two of them badly in eating and drinking, and sent a lot of meals to the two of them.

Two days passed quickly, and there was no movement at all......