Yizhou

Xuanji Valley

The paradise of the past has become a beacon of wolf smoke.

Originally, the Xuanji Pavilion was not seen by force, and under the attack of the Heavenly Demon Palace, the Sacred Heart Sword Zhai, the Shaolin Temple, and the three major sects, there was almost no resistance at all.

Located at the highest point of the central peak, Gu Canglan, Yuan Jue, and Yue Wanming quietly looked at Li Shen, the master of the Xuanji Pavilion, who was kneeling on one knee.

"Our Xuanji Pavilion has no quarrel with the world, what does the three of you mean by this?"

In the face of the extreme momentum suppression of the three grandmasters, Li Shen, who was only born with great achievements, found it difficult to even speak.

"What do you mean, you should know better than us!Say, what is the identity of that mysterious martial saint?" Gu Canglan squinted his eyes slightly and said in a cold voice.

Yuanjue, who had only one arm left, stood there like a piece of wood, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

With a gentle smile on her face, Yue Wanming looked at Li Shen and only smiled but didn't speak.

Although the intelligence of the Xuanji Pavilion is very good, the three major sects are not vegetarians, when Ren Wuxiu was looking for the Xuanji Pavilion, he almost did not hide it, and as long as he investigated a little afterwards, he could know that he had been here.

Linked to the style of acting in Xuanji Pavilion over the years, it is that individuals will realize that there is a problem in it.

The reason why Xuanji Pavilion has been able to exist for so long is that in addition to the most basic thing about not fighting with the world and not participating in the fight between the rivers and lakes. The Xuanji Pavilion is basically in contact with all the grandmasters, which is equivalent to the royal intelligence system and microphone of the grandmasters. And most of the wealth harvested was also given to the major grandmasters.

It is precisely because of this strange way of existence that it will neither expand nor shrink, and it has survived like this for hundreds of years.

It sounds great, but it's a complete deformity.

The purpose of any organization is to become strong and no longer constrained. And Xuanji Pavilion is tantamount to castrating himself just to continue.

Under Gu Canglan's gaze, Li Shen knew that he had no possibility of being hidden at all. And after a short period of thought, he realized that if he wanted to live, he could only pull the tiger skin of the gods.

During the period after Ren Wuxiu's arrival, he didn't sit in the house and sleep every day. He was one of the first to know about the movements and results on the field.

That Martial Saint Realm's Eastern Patrol Envoy actually died, and was killed by Song Yifei, the Flying Immortal Sword of the Heavenly Demon Palace.

When he first received the news, Li Shen's head thundered like five thunderbolts, and he asked his subordinates to confirm it seven or eight times in a row before he reluctantly accepted it.

Later, the Flying Immortal Sword mysteriously disappeared, leaving only Ren Wuxiu, who had become a monster, on the battlefield.

Now that Gu Canglan suddenly came to the door, he didn't kill him on the spot, he was already patient. If it weren't for Ren Wuxiu's appearance, Song Yifei would not have disappeared, and the Heavenly Demon Palace would have already reigned in the world.

"He's from the Martial Domain, and he's the Eastern Patrol Envoy of the Great Separation God Dynasty!"

"Why is he here?" Gu Canglan asked.

In the ruins of the emperor's mausoleum, which had been completely destroyed, Gu Canglan had seen the inscription recorded by Emperor Shenwu, and he already had a certain guess in his heart.

"For the Supreme Demon Sword! It should be Song Yi...... The knife used by Song's predecessors!"

At that time, the battle was extremely dynamic, and many people saw the black sword that was extremely strong.

And so it was!

Gu Canglan secretly said in his heart.

"How did he know that the magic knife was born?"

The magic knife has been buried in the emperor's tomb for hundreds of years, and if it doesn't come for such a long time, but at this time, I'm afraid there are some unknown things in it.

"The Great Departure God Dynasty has a unique instrument that can sense ......"

"Why is your heart beating faster?"

Poof!

Gu Canglan released a powerful knife intent from his body, and Li Shen's knees suddenly knelt on the ground, smashing the rocky ground with a slight crack.

Such a humiliating thing made Li Shen's face turn purple, but he could only grit his teeth and bow his head, not daring to send it.

"The three of them are so aggressive, even a grandmaster can't stay calm for a long time!" Li Shen took a deep breath and argued.

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old, and if I can sense it accurately, why would I put you here?"

"That's because ......"

"No need to explain, tell me, will they still come?"

"Yes! I will definitely come! And the people who come will only be stronger! Even if the warriors of the Three Kingdoms are combined, they can't be ......."

Li Shen was about to explain in detail the horror of the Great Departure God Dynasty, so that the three of them retreated.

Xuanji Pavilion is a branch of Tianji Pavilion, and Tianji Pavilion is equivalent to the six gates of the Great Separation God Dynasty, responsible for supervising the world, and its status is extraordinary.

Poof!

A sharp golden sword light flashed in front of his eyes, directly splitting Li Shen into two.

Gu Canglan shook the blade of the Zhenshen Knife expressionlessly, and retracted the scabbard.

"Alas, Brother Gu, why bother!"

Sensing that Gu Canglan wanted to make a move, Yue Wanming, who was about to intercept him, only had time to take a step.

Killing Li Shen is equivalent to completely tearing his face with the mysterious Great Separation God Dynasty.

They couldn't be sure if what Li Shen said was true or false, but judging from Ren Wuxiu's situation, it was definitely not something they could contend with.

"Amitabha!"

Yuan Jue glanced at the dead Li Shen, and whispered the Sutra of the Past Life of the Super Undead.

Gu Canglan glanced at it, shook his head and sighed as the moon gradually brightened, turned around and looked out of the house, and said as he walked:

"He's just a little man! Do you expect him to speak for us when the time comes!"

"That's not going to kill......! Alas, Brother Gu, you are afraid that our two factions have different intentions and want to vote for your name!"

Yue gradually brightened her face with a wry smile, and her tone was indescribably depressed.

To be able to be the master of a faction, this simple thing can naturally be seen.

According to the records left by Emperor Shenwu, coupled with Li Shen's words, it can basically be concluded that the other party only cares about the so-called Supreme Demon Sword.

And the Supreme Demon Sword is now in Song Yifei's hands, and Song Yifei is a person from the Heavenly Demon Palace, even if the mysterious Great Separation God Dynasty sends people over in the future, it will be troublesome to find the Heavenly Demon Palace.

Now Gu Canglan killed Li Shen, the only one who could talk to the Great Separation God Dynasty and knew the specific situation, the purpose was to confuse things and pull the two factions into the water.

Hearing Yue Wanming's words, Gu Canglan snorted coldly and said disdainfully:

"I'm not as despicable as you think, can't the old monk see the problem you see! Why didn't he stop it!"

Yue Wanming glanced at Yuanjue, who was still chanting the scriptures, frowned, and looked at Gu Canglan again.

"It doesn't matter who the knife is in whose hands, what matters is where the knife is now? If you can't find the knife, our Heavenly Demon Palace will be destroyed, can you Sacred Heart Sword Zhai escape the catastrophe?"

Gu Canglan turned his head, looked at Yue Wanming like an idiot and said:

"You and I know what the rivers and lakes are like! Don't be naïve!"

"Alas!"

Hearing Gu Canglan's words, Yue Wanming could only sigh helplessly.

People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves.

For a treasure, a cheatbook, the rivers and lakes are often killed in rivers and lakes.

For them, the old rivers and lakes, they will not take chances in doing anything, and pin their hopes on the mercy of the enemy.

The Supreme Demon Sword was lost here, because of Song Yifei's relationship, the Heavenly Demon Palace certainly bore the brunt, how could they, the high-level of the gate, get rid of the relationship?

Do you really expect to reason with each other?

This world is a world where force is supreme, and if you want to be reasonable, you must first stand on an equal footing with the other party.

No one will reason with an ant!

"Then what next?" asked Yue Yanming as she walked out of the room and opened her mouth.

Looking at the disciples of the Xuanji Pavilion who had been subdued under the mountain peak, Gu Canglan only coldly popped out a word.

"Kill!"

......

In just a few days, the news of the destruction of the Xuanji Pavilion spread all over the world.

At the same time, when all the martial arts people were crazy about the Xuantie Tablet that the emperor's tomb kept discovering, the Heavenly Demon Palace, the Sacred Heart Sword Zhai, and the Shaolin Temple had been quietly emptied, leaving only an empty shell.

Not long after the three factions hid, a giant supership sailed to the port near Beihai City.

"Still haven't heard from the Wasteland Branch?"

"Back to my lord!

"What about headquarters, is there any response?"

"I've received a reply! Lord Siza, I've already brought someone to come in person, but it's a long way away, I'm afraid it will take a while!"

"In that case, first send some people into the wasteland, contact the branch to collect information, and confirm whether the unknown Martial Saint is really dead, and whether there are other Martial Saints!"

"My subordinates will do it!"

......

In a place close to the tributaries of the Jinlong River, there is a small village with a population of no more than 100 households - Chiling Village.

Mountain village dwellings shaded by green trees, bluestone bricks and tiles. From a distance, the golden corn crowds the beams on the house, strings of dried chili peppers hang on the pillars of the house, and the flaming spring couplets and New Year paintings are antique.

The red clouds and the pine trees in the western mountains should be accompanied by the smoke from the roofs of the farmhouses rising like floating clouds.

The shepherd boy played the flute and drove the "moo" sound of the returning ploughing oxen. The peasants returned with hoes on their shoulders, singing folk songs full of the roughness and vastness of the mountains and wilderness, without rhyme and out of tune.

Yellow sheep graze in groups of three or five on the green meadow. The sunset, the farmhouse, the shepherd boys, the grass, the wild flowers, the tranquil mountain village, is like a wonderful watercolor painting.

Song Yifei, who was in a deep sleep, faintly heard wisps of guqin playing, and his chaotic consciousness seemed to see a glimmer of light.