After a storm came to an end, the situation within the Sword Sect could be said to have undergone earth-shaking changes, from the chaotic situation of the previous three-legged stand, it became completely united, and no one in the Sword Sect raised any objections to Yi Qiu's succession to the position of the Sword Son. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Therefore, although Yi Qiu had not officially become the sect master of the Sword Sect, he had already completely controlled the Sword Sect.

In this way, even if Yi Qiu did not inherit the position of the sect master of the Sword Sect, no one would be able to shake Yi Qiu's position in the Sword Sect.

At the same time, the Qin Tian Sword Emperor was also instructed by Yi Qiu to send a signal to the outside of the Sword Sect, that is, Yi Qiu wanted to inherit the Sword Sect Sect Master, and three days later, the Sect Master Inheritance Ceremony was held in the Sword Emperor City.

In this way, the name of Yi Qiu can be said to shake the entire continent again.

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Sanctuary

Inside a huge palace shrouded in flowing clouds.

A huge blue figure sat in the depths of the main hall.

At this moment, the blue figure looked into the distance with burning eyes, a sage kneeling on the ground.

"Hmph, a group of waste, even a nether martial artist can't hold it, but one was killed, our Heavenly Saint Dynasty has been disgraced by you, especially this matter, if you let the Holy Emperor Crown Prince know, you can imagine the consequences!"

Hearing this, the Sage in the distance suddenly trembled.

"Holy Lord, it's not that we don't have intentions, but this person is too powerful, not only is his strength far from being comparable to that of ordinary nether martial artists, but also his means are extreme, and he is extremely cunning, making people unguardable, it is said that this time not only our Heavenly Saint Dynasty was killed by him A holy envoy, but even the Holy Fang also planted a lot of heels on this kid. ”

"What? Is it possible that even the Holy Fang is involved in this matter?"

The blue figure's voice was thick, like a bell, echoing in the hall.

"Yes, I don't know who leaked the news, not only the people of the Holy Fang, but even the people of the Seven Great Temples, are also ready to move. ”

"Hmph, in that case, it seems that this Holy Lord has personally gone out, otherwise, if it is taken away by the people of the Holy Fang or the Seven Great Temples, it will be very disadvantageous to our Heavenly Saint Dynasty. ”

The blue figure's voice snorted coldly: "I want to see what this Nether Realm martial artist has to dare to compete with the many forces in the Holy Realm! Half a month later, this Holy Lord will personally go to the Netherworld!"

"Yes!"

Hearing this, the corners of the sage's mouth hooked, revealing a somewhat cold smile.

"Boy, the Holy Lord personally took action, this time see how you live!"

......

Sanctuary, in front of the gate of the Asgard Palace wrapped in purple glow.

Bang!

The void fluctuated violently.

Immediately, the two shadows suddenly appeared in front of the Immortal Palace.

Among them, one is a middle-aged woman, who looks like she is forty or fifty years old, wearing a wide purple robe, with a graceful appearance, although not beautiful, but quite a bit of dusty temperament, holding a whisk in her hand, fluttering like a fairy.

And beside her, there was a tall girl in her twenties, I saw that this girl's skin was better than snow, her appearance was captivating, her body was slender and graceful, and her snow-white dress fluttered in the wind, like a fairy, beautiful and peerless, and there was a holy brilliance on her body that people did not dare to blaspheme.

At this moment, if Yi Qiu was here, he would definitely see it at a glance.

This beautiful woman is none other than the fairy's wife, Murong Qingxue.

And the woman in the purple robe was the famous Zixia Holy Lord in the entire Holy Domain.

"Qingxue, from now on, this Zixia Immortal Palace will be your new home, in the future, you will follow this palace to practice hard, with your understanding of the Holy Dao, sooner or later, this palace will train you to become a holy domain powerhouse, no better than staying in that nether realm a hundred times better?"

The Zixia Holy Lord smiled slightly, and said to Murong Qingxue beside him with a pleasant face.

However, there was a trace of disdain flashing in Murong Qingxue's watery eyes, and he said expressionlessly: "Holy Lord, don't forget the three conditions you promised me, the first is not to chase and kill Yi Qiu, the second is to help me rescue my sister Murong Qingyu, and the third is to lift my ban, if one of these three conditions you regret, even if I would rather die, I will not practice with you!"

A smile flashed in the eyes of the Zixia Holy Lord.

To be honest, she can agree to the last two conditions, but the first condition is obviously impossible, the treasure in Yi Qiu's body must not fall into the hands of the Heavenly Saint Dynasty, and she has already sent three sages to hunt down and kill Yi Qiu, and now it is estimated that she has succeeded.

Therefore, the Zixia Holy Lord agreed to Murong Qingxue's three conditions, but he was just deliberately deceiving Murong Qingxue.

After all, there were many people chasing and killing Yi Qiu, and in the end, Yi Qiu died in whose hands, how could Murong Qingxue know, even if Murong Qingxue knew that Yi Qiu was dead, she would just push everything to the Heavenly Saint Dynasty.

Therefore, the Zixia Holy Lord was not worried about Murong Qingxue finding out at all.

Immediately smiled, and the Zixia Holy Lord said with a smile on his face: "Qingxue, don't you even believe my words?"

Murong Qingxue snorted lightly and did not speak.

Seeing this, the Holy Lord Zixia was not angry, and said: "Don't worry, what this Holy Lord promised, I will definitely not regret it, but you don't have too much hope, even if this Holy Lord doesn't want his life, the Heavenly Holy Dynasty will not let him go, so it is still difficult for this son to live." ”

Murong Qingxue naturally understands this truth, but right now, she can only help Yi Qiu get here, as for the next thing, it depends on Yi Qiu's own fate.

Thinking of this, Murong Qingxue's beautiful face inexplicably flashed a trace of sadness, his fists were clenched, his eyes looked at the sky, and he whispered to himself: "Little villain, don't worry, I will try my best to become stronger, and when I become stronger, I will definitely not let anyone hurt you!"

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Three days later.

Under the scorching sun, a huge platform was erected above the central square of Sword Emperor City.

At this moment, around the platform, countless Sword Sect disciples were waiting to prevent anyone from making trouble.

And on the periphery of the platform, there were hundreds of thousands of onlookers.

These warriors, except for the people from Sword Emperor City, were people who came to see the excitement from all directions.

Among them, there are some characters who have heads and faces in the Bloodline Continent.

Therefore, this ceremony has not yet begun, but the scene has already been extremely lively, and almost the entire Sword Emperor City is about to be crowded.

It can be said that those traders in Sword Emperor City have also made a fortune in the past few days.

Of course, the reason why the Sword Sect Sect Sect Sect Inheritance Ceremony this time was so lively was unprecedented.

Naturally, it was because everyone wanted to pay homage to this legendary powerhouse who killed the saint and destroyed the Xuanyuan royal family with his own strength!