Wasteland, Bloody City.

As the royal city of the Western District, there are many people in the bloody city, and the strong gather.

However, in the past few days, there have been several times more people in the entire royal city than in the past, and the purpose of these people coming to the royal city is not anything else, but to observe the dissolution of the Rakshasa Gate, one of the three major sects in the royal city.

The terrifying news swept through the entire Western District at an alarming speed, and everyone's hearts couldn't help but feel the destruction of the Rakshasa Gate, and at the same time, they also became more and more in awe of the existence of the Heavenly Pavilion.

After decades, the Heavenly Pavilion, which has not been revealed, finally reappeared, and this move was to destroy the Rakshasa Gate.

Everyone witnessed the demise of a great force in the royal city, but more often than not, they were very happy. The Rakshasa Gate has been rampant and domineering in the Western District over the years, and most people dare not speak out because of the strength of its strength, and now its fall is also exciting.

However, what shocked the Western District even more was that after the fall of the Rakshasa Gate, another new force rose here, called the Asking Sword Sect.

"It's amazing to ask the Sword Sect...... It is said that it is the power that the Heavenly Pavilion has fostered, and its suzerain seems to be a mysterious young man. ”

"That's not... This Rakshasa Sect ended up like this because it offended this Ask Sword Sect, and this person has a deep relationship with Tiange. ”

"Alas, I hope this Sword Sect doesn't have a Rakshasa Gate, otherwise we will have to add a lot of sin to the Western District. ”

In the streets and alleys of Wangcheng, many people are talking.

East of the royal city, within the territory of the Rakshasa Gate.

Drunk in this temple alone found a secluded secret room, and was concentrating on cultivation.

After the destruction of the Rakshasa Gate, the Zhou family and Fu Sect actually offered to let him use this area as the site of the sect of the Sword Sect. At that time, he was a little surprised to be drunk in this temple, but he immediately thought about it, he had already wanted to establish his own power in this chaotic wasteland, and it was really difficult to huddle in the small Black Wind Ridge.

Drunk with this temple, he did not refuse, Zhou Jing and Tianfu Daoren and others also supported him as the new third major force in the royal city, and built a sect on the territory of the Rakshasa Gate. These days, the Zhou family and Fu Zong have also sent a lot of manpower to help this temple, and new buildings will soon rise in the Rakshasa Gate area, which was originally like a ruin.

It's just that these days, the party who is drunk in this temple, which makes the Zhou family and Fu Zong scramble, has not shown his face. He threw all the trivial matters of establishing the sect's territory to the old ghost of the poisonous heaven, Jin Yu, and Zhong Puppet, and he naturally became a shopkeeper and found a place to enter the cultivation.

But this is not because of the drunken temple playing a big name, but because after this battle...... His Xuanli bottleneck at the peak of the Jie Dan Realm had finally loosened, and the Spirit Realm was close at hand!

"It's almost ......"

At this moment, the drunken temple frowned, sitting cross-legged in a quiet secret room, and there was a mysterious power constantly wandering in the Xuan veins all over his body.

He had been in this state for two days, and even if he felt the bottleneck loosen, it was still not easy to break through to the level of that spiritual realm within a few days.

"The upcoming Bangyue Emperor Dynasty is uncertain, I must improve my cultivation to the Spirit Realm in the next few days, which can be regarded as a little more self-preservation ability. ”

In the secret room, the mysterious power roared, and the darkness shrouded the entire space, but the thin figure was wrapped in the dazzling Xuanguang, which was particularly eye-catching.

The finger prints of this temple are constantly changing, and the heavenly thunder trick is nine turns

Demon Flame Gong, a hundred refining of magic skills........ Different exercises are staggered, thunder and lightning and flames are entangled around his body, and at the same time, the outside world is constantly pouring into his Xuan veins from heaven and earth, and the body of the person who is drunk in this temple is also like a black hole, and the person who does not refuse to absorb all the Xuan power, and then transform it into his own power.

The frenzied absorption lasted for another day, and before I knew it, three days had passed since the drunken temple entered the cultivation state.

Finally, at a certain moment on the third day, the closed eyes of the drunken temple suddenly opened, feeling the powerful mysterious power that was surging wildly in his body after breaking through the shackles, he couldn't help but raise his head and let out a long roar.

The whistling sound penetrated the walls of the secret room, stirring through the entire sect, and the aftermath lingered for a long time. And the breath of this temple was drunk at this moment, and it suddenly broke through the shackles of the Nine Heavens of the Jiedan Realm and stepped into the long-lost Spiritual Realm!

"Whew"

"Is this the power that belongs to the Spirit Realm......" Drunken Temple looked at the Xuan Power in his palm, which was several times stronger than the original, and a smile also appeared on his face.

I saw him slowly stretch out his palm, and then bend it downward.

A small piece of space suddenly emitted a humming sound.

"The power of space... It's really mysterious!" Drunk this temple couldn't help smacking his tongue slightly, his eyes showing joy.

"Very good, I thought it would take you at least a month to break through to the Spirit Realm, and it seems that I still underestimated your potential. The sound of the sting sounded slowly.

"Hehe, maybe after watching the battles of those strong men recently, I have some understanding. Drunk this temple smiled slightly, he didn't say nonsense.

After experiencing the battle of the Rakshasa Gate, he clearly realized the insurmountable gap between himself and the powerhouses of the Transcendent Realm. If he wants to revive the Sword Sect and seek revenge from the Northern Underworld Royal Family, he is far from enough now.

Coming out of the secret room, bathed in the sunlight, the eyes of the temple looked around at the scene.

At this moment, there are many people arranged by the Zhou family and the Fu Sect who are rebuilding the brand-new building belonging to the Sword Asking Sect.

"Sect Master!"

When several men noticed the drunken temple coming out of the door of the secret room, they were all shocked, and they all bowed and groveled.

A hint of surprise flashed on his face, he had been immersed in cultivation for the past few days, completely unaware of what was happening in the outside world.

"You are ....."

"Lord Hui, I heard that the Rakshasa Gate has collapsed, and the new force Wenjian Sect is in the period of establishing the sect, and we are the people who came from the royal city to join the Wenjian Sect voluntarily to join the Wenjian Sect, starting from the miscellaneous disciples!"

Drunk this temple nodded slowly, he didn't expect his sect to develop so rapidly, it had only been a few days, and he had already gathered the existence of a group of miscellaneous disciples.

At this time, a golden light flashed, and Jin Yu's handsome and upright body appeared in front of the drunken temple.

"Subordinate Jin Yu, see the young master!"

As soon as Jin Yu arrived, the Zhong puppet also came with him, and followed him to salute.

"Subordinate Zhong puppet, see the young master!"

Drunk this temple waved his hand, and then smiled at the two of them: "Tsk, I didn't expect you two to be so methodical, just a few days to take care of the sect so orderly, it seems that I can rest assured that the sect will be temporarily taken care of by the two of you." ”

Jin Yu and Zhong Puppet glanced at each other, and then smiled bitterly: "The young master praised it falsely, and asked the Sword Sect about the founding of the sect this time."

The small affairs are not the credit of the two of us, but thanks to the help of the predecessors of the Poison Heaven, as well as the Zhou family and Fu Zong. ”

"Poisonous elder?" drunk this temple raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect this old poison with a strange personality to help him build a sect?

"Elder Poison used to be the head of a sect of the same sect decades ago, and he was an expert in these matters. It's just that after offending the Rakshasa Gate, the door was destroyed, and since then he has been alone. Zhong Golem explained to the drunken temple.

Drunk this temple bowed slightly, and then learned about the deeds of the old ghost of the poisonous sky.

"Hmph, you're a hands-off shopkeeper who is very leisurely. ”

At this time, an unhappy snort came from a distance, and then the figure of the poisonous old ghost appeared in front of several people.

Today's poisonous sky is very rare to be dressed in a brocade robe, which is far from the shabby black robe in the past, which makes the drunken temple look a little weird.

"Poison Lao, I've worked hard for you these past few days. The drunken temple approached him and thanked the old ghost of the poisonous sky.

"Hmph, it's a gesture. “

"And ....... This seat has said that after destroying the Rakshasa Gate, only you will be the only one!"

The Poison Heaven Old Ghost's originally calm face suddenly changed his eyes, and then the body that stood up straight suddenly knelt down on one knee, and his voice became excited.

"Poison Heaven, meet the sect master!"

"Poison Elder, get up, why are you doing this!" Drunken Miao's face was shocked, and he hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, "You are the elder of the Sword Sect that I asked, how can you see the outside like this." In my heart, I have long regarded you as my own. ”

The old ghost of Poison Heaven was scorching, staring at the eyes of the drunken temple, the old eyes showed emotion, for so many years, the long-lost sense of belonging made the old eyes of the poison heaven have faint tears looming.

"Although my hands have been stained with a lot of blood in this life, I am a person who keeps my promises. Not only did you give me Nirvana and help me break through Nirvana, but you also destroyed the Rakshasa Gate to get revenge. I swear by Poison Heaven that in this life, I will live up to the Sword Sect and the Young Master!"

Jin Yu and Zhong Puppet on the side were also full of emotion when they looked at Poison Tian's performance, especially Zhong Puppet, who also knelt down on one knee with Poison Tian at this time, and his eyes were also full of gratitude.

"Young master, what the poisonous elder said is also what my Zhong puppet thinks. The young master is as kind to me as a mountain, and the bell puppet is unforgettable. In the future, where it will be useful, go to the soup and go to the fire, and do not hesitate. ”

Drunk this temple silently looked at the respectful and grateful appearance of the two, and his heart also unconsciously flowed a warm current.

People's hearts are made of flesh, and there are only a few ungrateful and treacherous people in this world. Even in this chaotic wasteland full of chaos and killing, it also has countless human touches that have not been buried.

He moved his palm lightly, and a soft Xuan force helped the two of them up, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a gratifying arc: "Poison Lao, Zhong Puppet, I am very happy that you can repay your kindness." ”

"But... Remember, the Sword Sect is not yet in the ascendant, we still have a long way to go, and in the near future, we will face even more powerful enemies, and there will be times when you will be needed. ”

There was a little solemnity in the words of the drunken temple, which made the poison sky, Zhong puppet, and Jin Yu all feel the sorrow behind his words.

"It's not enough... Zixuan, little sister, and master... Wait for me. ”

A low murmur slowly emanated from the boy's throat and quickly dissipated with the breeze in the air.