Two days ago, Dao Wuming was seriously injured and lost his ability to resist and fell into the hands of the Tianhe Sword Sect.

Falling directly from a high great grandmaster to a prisoner, this powerful contrast once made him extremely ashamed; Especially thinking of the scene when he was defeated without any resistance, the whole person wanted to end his life directly.

The magic weapon has been taken away!

It was a young man who looked no more than twenty years old who beat him!

Dao Wuming had never suffered such a huge blow, even when he was in the sect, he was an existence admired by countless disciples.

He wanted to die, but he couldn't.

Moreover, the people who captured him did not kill him, in addition to imprisoning his Yuan Li, they also gave him healing pills.

However, after two days of cultivation, Dao Wuming's unwilling heart gradually calmed down, and he even felt a burst of horror when he recalled the experience of Fantian Yin being refined by that mysterious young man.

The thing that has been handed down in the sect has come true!

Dao Nameless felt incredible.

Now that he has been summoned to this council chamber to face the mysterious young man who defeated him again, he has learned a little information about the other party in the past two days.

Maybe it was deliberately leaked by the other party.

Dao Wuming took a deep breath, saw the incomprehension on the other party's face, and had no intention of concealing it, and said with a wry smile: "City Lord Du, the reason why the old man is an outcast of Kunlun is because he escaped from the sect without permission. ”

"Moreover, that Fantian seal was also brought out by the old man from the sect!"

"Be clear."

Du Yun frowned and said.

Sensing the impatience on Du Yun's face, Dao Wuming didn't dare to continue talking nonsense, and immediately honestly explained his identity and the situation of the sect after him.

It turned out that in the endless Kunlun Mountains in the new province, there was already a sect called the "Kunlun School" since before the end of the world.

But this Kunlun faction is different from the Kunlun faction of martial arts.

It was even much more mysterious than the ten major forces in Beihu Province, and its sect address was not shrouded in a large array, but was completely in an independent space opened up by the mighty.

The mighty man is the founding patriarch of the Kunlun faction, and his strength is unknown.

And because of the independent space, even if the whole world is in a situation where the world is in a peerless situation, there is a vitality in the space, and the Kunlun faction has a long tradition for this.

Even, in the Kunlun Sect, there is an existence that surpasses the Great Grandmaster!

When he heard these secrets told by Dao Wuming, although Du Yun's face was calm, he was extremely shocked in his heart.

He didn't expect that there would be such a powerful and mysterious force in the world, able to open up an independent space, and its cultivation would definitely be at least in the Fa Phase Realm!

It's just that since this Kunlun sect has such a strong strength, why has it never seen its sect disciples after the heavenly changes?

Du Yun's eyes revealed a trace of doubt, and he said this question.

Dao Wuming did not hide it, and explained: "My Kunlun Sect has a long heritage, I'm afraid it has been thousands of years, but I'm afraid even the current sect can't be sure how long it is. ”

"It's just that since the establishment of the sect, there have been sect orders handed down, from the sect master, elders, to the sect disciples, all of them are not allowed to leave the independent space, and no one dares to disobey them."

"Moreover, since the moment the independent space was established, it has been completely cut off from the outside world, and it is impossible to break through the space and appear in the secular world without holding the Three Treasures of the sect!"

"The Three Treasures of the Sect? But what about the Three Jewels? ”

Du Yun asked.

Dao Nameless replied: "Fantian Seal, Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover and Immortal Rope are all magic weapons left by the patriarch of my Kunlun Sect, and they have been enshrined in the patriarch's hall, and they are taken care of by the three hermit elders of the sect in turn. ”

"Oh? In that case, is the founding patriarch of your Kunlun sect called Yuan Shi Tianzun? ”

"This ...... Du City Lord is afraid that he has misunderstood, and my Kunlun Sect Founding Patriarch has not had any name handed down except for a picture scroll left. ”

Hearing Du Yun's words, a look of embarrassment flashed on Dao Nameless's face, and he continued to explain: "Moreover, my Kunlun Sect has nothing to do with that myth and legend, maybe it's just a story made up because a lucky person accidentally learned about the existence of my Kunlun Sect!" ”

Du Yun nodded, indicating that he understood.

But immediately, the momentum of the Great Grandmaster in his body exploded, and his eyes stared coldly at Dao Nameless.

"Hmph, since the Three Treasures of the Sect have three Supreme Elders taking turns to take care of them, don't tell me that these three Supreme Elders are only grandmaster-level strengths, which can allow you to easily steal the Fantian Seal!"

"And one of the three treasures was stolen, how could it be that after such a long time, no one from the Kunlun Sect came to look for you?"

Dao Wuming's body was already in a weak state at this moment, and after being suppressed by the momentum of Grand Master Du Yun in the later stage, the huge pressure that enveloped his body suddenly made his breathing become short.

Click!

Accompanied by a crackling sound, cracks also filled the entire chair.

Dao Wuming didn't want to die, so he explained in a hurry.

"City Lord Du misunderstood, because the old man was an elder in charge of refining weapons in the Kunlun Sect, although he was a grandmaster cultivator at that time, he had the opportunity to go to the Patriarch Hall to visualize the Three Treasures of the sect in order to improve the level of refining."

"So in order to leave the independent space, the old man deliberately refined an imitation Fantian seal, and stole the beams and changed the pillars while the elders were not paying attention, and then broke through the space and came to the world."

"Since you are one of the Three Treasures of the Sect, could it be that the Sect Master of the Kunlun Sect just let you take the Fantian Seal away without doing anything?"

"This ...... The old man really doesn't know! ”

At this point, Dao Wuming couldn't explain anymore, and his pale face was full of helplessness.

However, at this moment, the huge pressure that enveloped him quickly receded, and the oppressive atmosphere in the room suddenly eased.

Du Yun looked at Dao Wuming, who was constantly panting, and said lightly: "Believe what you said for the time being, then let's tell all the information and martial arts that you, the elder of the Kunlun Sect, have mastered." ”

"City Lord Du, rest assured, the old man will definitely not have anything to hide!"

Dao Wuming breathed a sigh of relief and cooperated with Dao very much.

……

Not to mention what happened in the meeting hall of the City Lord of Loess City.

In a mysterious space, there is a room full of solemnity and solemnity, the door is closed, and there is an ink painting of the starry sky hanging on the wall facing the door.

There is a mysterious man with long hair flowing and a purple belt around his waist, although his back is to the painting, but it cannot affect the terrifying momentum of his body that spans nine heavens and ten earths and overwhelms the stars of the universe.

At the feet of the mysterious man, trampling on a golden dragon that occupies most of the picture scroll and its body coils in the endless starry sky.

The dragon opened its mouth as if roaring, and the dragon's eyes also revealed the invincibility of looking down on the world!

Looking down the scroll, there is a table with a long jade rope coiled in a circle, and next to it is a thing shaped like a bell with nine dragons scattered around.

In front of the table, a boy with a doji and no more than eleven or twelve years old closed his eyes slightly, and sat cross-legged on a futon.