Listening to the old man's orders, everyone rushed out of the back mountain without looking back.

The old man crossed over to the ancestral king to support Qing Zhuo's disciples, and Qing Zhuo also stopped the ancestral king with a sword in his hand.

In the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, a figure slowly appeared in the eyes of the people, the owner of that figure was an old man, the old man was so old that his hair had fallen out, and he was like a toddler when he walked.

And seeing the old man appear, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect all bowed to the old man with tears in their eyes, and the head of Qingyu also dragged his weak body to bow down to the old man.

"I'm waiting for the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to welcome the Ancestor." Thought the elder said excitedly.

The old man also looked up at the broken Ten Thousand Swords Sect, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was bleeding like a river at this time, and his body was piled up into a small mountain, seeing this scene, the old man also slowly spoke, "When the master was alive, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was so infinite, and today it really fell to the end of being destroyed." ”

The old man sighed, his eyes looked at the main hall, and above the main hall were the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, all of whom were already injured. The old man also closed his eyes, and his mind seemed to reappear ten thousand years ago, the prosperous period of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, but now it is dilapidated.

When the head of Qingyu heard the old man muttering to himself, he hurriedly blamed himself: "Ancestor, I am the sixth generation head of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and it is I who is useless to let the Ten Thousand Swords Sect decline like this." ”

The old man looked at the head of Qingyu and shook his head and said, "I don't blame you, I asked the master to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, but the master was merciful, leaving the hidden danger of the Blood Demon Valley." The old man closed his eyes again and thought back to the past.

The four ancestral kings looked at the old man, and among them, the ancestor of the Blood Demon Valley clan said, "Who is your Excellency, your blood is about to dry up, and you are no longer able to fight with us, the old man is the ancestor of the Blood Demon Valley clan." ”

The old man looked at the Ancestor of the Blood Demon Valley and said, "It turned out to be you, an old fellow, back then, when you Blood Demon Valley Eight Great Holy Blood Sacrifice One Holy Land, didn't the master kill you?" is still alive in the world. ”

"Qingjian is your master? Then who are you, your master has died of old age, but you are alive, you already know that we are the eight great saints of the Blood Demon Valley, and we will not retreat quickly. Another Ancestral King of the Blood Demon Valley said, his words revealing disdain, as if the old man couldn't fight them.

The old man thought for a while, shook his head, and said, "You have been cut off by my master back then, and you are no longer at the level of the Great Sage, you two should have survived by relying on the life origin of the other six Great Sages, and one of your bodies is also composed of the corpses of the other Six Great Sages." ”

"Today, my Ten Thousand Swords Sect can be destroyed, but you also have to pay a price." The old man said suddenly.

"You're meager, you're just posturing." The Ancestor King of the Blood Demon Valley clan sneered. The four ancestral kings shot together, as if they were going to kill the old man here. The disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were also worried about the old man, and they didn't know that the old man had the strength to fight.

The old man looked at the four ancestral kings and bombarded him, and he also slowly stepped forward, the strange thing is that the old man will be much younger every time he takes a step forward, and the vitality in his body will also increase, and he doesn't want to be like that at the beginning.

The old man stepped into the air in one step, and his body was slowly straightened up, no longer like an old man, and the face and figure of the old man had reached the middle-aged man, the four ancestral kings had been killed beside him, and the old man who had recovered to his middle-aged appearance also waved his palm at the ancestral king.

The four ancestral kings were broken free, and they all sighed at the strength of the old man. The disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect are also happy, the old man is so strong and the Ten Thousand Swords Sect has been saved.

The old man took another step forward, and the aura that had returned to his youthful appearance was also restored to his heyday, and the old man looked extremely handsome when he was young.

"I am the seventh disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect Qingjian Quasi-Emperor, Qingye." The young-looking old man said.

"Impossible, Qingjian has been sitting for six thousand years, how can his disciples still be alive." The Blood Ancestor King questioned.

In the face of the ancestral king's questioning, the old man Qingye also slowly spoke, "I committed a heinous crime back then, and the master left me with my life, I asked the master to say that I was sealed in the divine source, and if the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is in trouble in the future, I can show up to make up for my mistakes." ”

The disciples and elders of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were also overjoyed, if there was Qingye Ancestor to help, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect would definitely not be destroyed today.

The old man Qingye looked at the distance again and said heavily, "It's a pity that I, an unscrupulous disciple, are incompetent and can't save the Ten Thousand Swords Sect." A few of you should show up, too. ”