Chapter 9 Leaving the Immortal Gate Carry the sword in hand

On the second day after the Eight Great Immortal Sects discussed the strategy of obtaining the thirteen artifacts, Zhou Feng had already packed his bags early in the morning.

This immortal gate, he doesn't want to stay for a moment, this cage, if he sits for a long time, he will really fall deeper and deeper.

After hearing too much praise from his younger brothers and sisters, he unconsciously took it seriously.

After all, in this world, good words are so moving that people are fascinated.

If you are not careful, you will be trapped in it and unable to extricate yourself, so you will harm yourself, and the gains will outweigh the losses.

Even if the road to obtaining the artifact is extremely difficult, it is better than being watched by everyone in the Immortal Gate all day long, and there is nowhere to escape.

Master Zhang Xu, just like in his previous life, gave him a map, which depicted the location of the thirteen artifacts.

It's just that there are some artifacts, and everyone in the Xianmen Sect still has no way of knowing, where is it? As a result, the map is incomplete.

On the day the Jin Dan was shattered, he had only found three artifacts, but there was one thing that made him feel puzzled.

Since the Xianmen wanted to use him to obtain the artifact, why did the hundred families of the Xianmen can't wait for him to die before half of the artifact has been collected?

This doesn't seem to be in line with the virtues of the hundred schools of Xianmen? Could it be because the Hundred Schools of Xianmen have encountered something big? So you have to attack him in advance?

Zhou Feng came to the main hall again to bid farewell to the disciples of the Shuangmo Palace.

"Master, let's go goodbye, Zhou Feng may go for a long time, I hope that the junior brothers and sisters will practice hard, and when the senior brother returns, I hope that the Shuangmo Palace will be more prosperous."

Everyone, listening to Senior Brother Zhou Feng's words, all revealed their true feelings, and some of the junior brothers and sisters with low tears also secretly wiped their tears when they saw that Senior Brother was leaving.

Because, big brother, he has always taken good care of them.

If Zhou Feng hadn't experienced the death of Zhu Xiantai on that day, then he would have really been deceived and moved to tears.

But now all he has in his heart is indifference, and the true feelings shown in front of him by his younger brothers and sisters are all fake.

But he still has to endure the discomfort in his heart, and put on an appearance that he is reluctant to let his younger brothers and sisters, as well as the master.

Now, Zhou Feng can empathize, presumably the younger brothers and sisters, the moment they laugh at him, they also feel extremely difficult.

After all, it's quite helpless to face the people they hate so much every day, and they can't expose the identity of the senior brother they respect on the surface.

He held the broken dust in his hand tightly and took a deep breath, now, only the broken dust sword is the most sincere thing for him.

No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, cold and heat, life and death, there is only the dust, always by his side, never abandoned.

He is destined to be alone, and from now on, only he and Broken Dust will rely on each other and go on.

Zhou Feng raised the Dust Breaking Sword in his hand and said goodbye to everyone in the Shuangmo Palace, one step... Two steps... Three steps, and finally stepped out of this hall.

There seemed to be something unloaded on his body, but for some reason, Zhou Feng felt extremely relaxed at this moment.

But this sense of relief was blown away by a breeze.

Zhou Feng quickly tensed his nerves again, and on the way there, he not only asked for the artifact, but also to revitalize the Demon Palace.

Otherwise, with his strength alone, even with the power of the artifact, even if he temporarily forced the immortal sect back, it would be impossible to completely deter them.

Only by holding the power alone and standing at the pinnacle of heaven and earth can he completely confront the Eight Great Immortal Sects.

Zhou Feng went down the mountain and left the Shuangmo Palace, but the disciples were still surrounded by the main hall and refused to disband.

At this moment, Luo Xiyao was kneeling in the main hall, Zhang Xu looked at the only disciple with the blood of a goddess in the Eight Great Immortal Sects, and said to her.

"You have the blood of a goddess, you should know your mission, this time Zhou Feng asked for the artifact, this way, you will monitor him."

Zhang Xu threw another map that was exactly the same as Zhou Feng to Luo Xiyao.

The junior brothers and sisters had solemn faces, and they all clenched their fists and bowed cautiously to Luo Xiyao.

"Luo Shennu, all our disciples have enmity with the Demon Palace, I hope that the Divine Maiden will go here, be careful in everything, supervise the Demon Palace Demon Seed, don't let him get out of the control of our Xianmen, if it is not for the Xianmen to need him to ask for the artifact for the time being, we will definitely not let him go."

Luo Xiyao listened to the names of her younger brothers and sisters, and felt that the burden on her body was like a mountain, pressing on her heart.

"I know, please rest assured." Luo Xiyao also put on her bags, clenched the Chixiao Sword in her hand, and answered the juniors and sisters.

Although the matter of Xianmen is contrary to benevolence, she has the blood of a goddess, and the blood flowing on her body flows in her body.

kept telling her that the fairy gate and the demon palace have a deep feud in the sea of blood and will never die.

The relationship between her and her senior brother Zhou Feng was just to complete the plan of the Hundred Days Cheng Dan.

Thinking about it this way, she would not feel guilty for her senior brother Zhou Feng.

"Elder, what are your arrangements for me next?" Zhou Yan, who was on the side, also began to speak, Zhang Xu originally planned to let Zhou Yan and Zhou Feng go together to obtain the artifact.

But since Zhou Feng chose to go alone, it was not impossible for him to change his strategy.

"It's okay, you can lead the junior brothers and sisters to cultivate first, Zhou Feng is seeking to get the first artifact, and he still has to come back, this thing of respecting the heavens, but it is not completely complete, when he comes back, I will make another arrangement for you."

Zhou Yan was ostensibly a person from the Shuangmo Palace, but in fact, he was a disciple of the Mixed Yuan Sect, and the real Zhou Yan died as early as the age of five.

He replaced the dead Zhou Yan and grew up in this Shuangmo Palace, lurking here.

He was waiting for an opportunity, a chance to bring down the Shuangmo Palace, so that their Mixed Yuan Sect would be able to reach the top of the Eight Great Immortal Sects.

Now among the eight immortal gates, Shuangmo Palace ranks first, so the power of Shuangmo Palace is very large.

At the time of the discussion, the Shuangmo Palace had the absolute right to decide, and they were already secretly very dissatisfied with the Shuangmo Palace, and the rest of the great immortal sects also had this idea, but they didn't dare to show it, so they chose to let the Mixed Yuan Sect be the leader.

He approached Zhou Feng, not just to spy on Zhou Feng, if Zhou Feng succeeded in retrieving the artifact, if he could reap the benefits of the fisherman, then their Mixed Yuan Sect would become the first in the Immortal Sect, which was also just around the corner!

This Zhou Feng actually cut such a sharp three swords on his body, making his wounds almost tear the bones!

Obviously it was just a crack, but the immortal aura left by the Broken Dust Sword was very majestic and huge.

Zhou Fengke is the first person in the Immortal Sect to practice immortal arts, and the strength of controlling sword qi is very skillful.

Although Zhou Yan's wound looked small, it hit the nail on the head, and these sharp three swords were enough for Zhou Yan to recuperate for half a year.

Zhou Yan smashed his fist on the wooden table, his face was hideous, his eyes were gray, and he wrote down the hatred of the three swords.

On the day when Zhou Feng knelt down to him, he must return these three swords to Zhou Feng! No, it's not enough! He must make Zhou Feng's life worse than death! Otherwise, it will be difficult to solve the hatred in his heart!