The news that Ning Zhurong was killed by the Cold Immortal Sword had gradually spread within the Holy Pavilion.

The Cold Immortal Sword used to be the natal sword of the Northern Underworld Zhou, and that ice-blue sword light had shone on the top of Lingxiao Peak countless times.

Even at the last moment, there was no blood stained by any of his fellow disciples under the Frost Sword.

However, now this sword, which was famous among the younger generation of the Holy Pavilion, had reappeared in the world, and its first appearance in a few years later had reaped the life of the White Tiger Ning Zhurong.

The person who made it was the third unknown disciple of the Shoreless Sword Peak.

These two pieces of news were enough to attract the attention of the Cabinet higher-ups.

There is a small independent building in the center of the Holy Pavilion, where Immortal Venerable Dongfang Xin has always handled the daily affairs of the Holy Pavilion.

The Pavilion was only about 200 people, and this daily business was not cumbersome to deal with, so he had more time to deal with some other things.

He himself was not very senior in the Holy Pavilion, and his success in ascending to the position of Immortal Venerable was mainly due to the support of Sima Wuhua and several other holy envoys.

But no one can deny that Dongfang Xin's cultivation is indeed at the top of the Holy Pavilion, only below the two Immortal Masters and the Three Venerables.

The high place is unbearable, and there are not many events that can make waves in his heart, and the reappearance of the Cold Stygian Sword is just one thing.

"Cold...... It's been a long time. A touch of nostalgia appeared on Dongfang Xin's perfect face, and this nostalgia was quickly replaced by gloom, "Shang Yunjian, what is your intention in letting your disciple enter the world with this sword?"

"Just trying to disgust me, or ...... What does that little guy have to do with the Northern Hell?"

Dongfang Xin looked at his right hand, the purple thunder in his palm surged, and the green mangs were hidden in it, with a supreme power.

He flicked his fingers out of the window, and a purple and green thunderbolt pierced through the layers of wind and snow, and a firework burst into the sky.

He quietly watched the fireworks dissipate, laughed at himself, and said to himself: "That's right, it's just a child, how can you live after this blow." ”

In just a few seconds, he remembered a lot of images.

The poor guy who didn't know why they would do it until he died, the senior sister who was so idiotic that she lived and died with him, and the cold child's corpse, and the little hairy child who hit his finger and had no bones left......

After those thousands of miles of ice, these people hadn't appeared in his mind for a long time.

"There is only one Northern Hellworld in the world. ”

Dongfang Xin rubbed his aching eyebrows and said to himself: "Senior brother, you are dead, what can you do if the cold reappears?"

Suddenly, the door of the small building was gently pushed open.

Dongfang Xin's face was cold, and he was about to scold, but after seeing the person who came, he showed a gentle smile, and said softly: "You are not in good health, you should rest well." ”

The person who came was pale, as if she was suffering from illness, but it did not affect her beauty at all.

It is Dongfang Xin's wife, Qingrong.

The love between Dongfang Xin and Qingrong is also a good story in the Holy Pavilion.

At that time, Dongfang Xin's cultivation talent had not yet been fully revealed, and he had always been at the bottom under Sima Wuhua's seat, and he had to endure the ridicule of his peers while being spurred, while Qingrong was the leader under Zhuge Linye's seat, and once overwhelmed all the younger generations in the Holy Pavilion.

However, this immortal shu, who is as far away as the thousand-year-old snow lotus blooming on the top of the Tianshan Mountains, has always been very fond of Dongfang Xin, and in addition to cultivation, he is constantly encouraging Dongfang Xin to make progress.

Perhaps because of this, after cultivating hard, Dongfang Xin caught up with his fellow disciples who originally laughed at him at an astonishing speed, not only successfully defeated everyone in the same class as Sima Wuhua in the competition, including Bei Ying Zhou, but also the first in the same level to cultivate the immortal body, and was accepted by the immortal venerable as a personal disciple, and once raised his eyebrows.

But Qingrong had an accident when he broke through the immortal level, even if Zhuge Lin Ye spent several years of longevity, and reshaped the meridians for it with great magical powers, he could not fully recover, and the immortal venerable also confirmed that he had no hope of ascending to immortal, and his physique was weak for life, so he could only use medicine to extend his longevity.

When Qingrong was the most depressed, Dongfang Xin did not abandon it, and after becoming an immortal, he even announced their marriage to the entire Holy Pavilion, and I don't know how many girls' faces were crying.

Until now, this fairy couple is still praised by everyone.

Today's Qingrong has long since lost the sharpness of the past, but the worried look is still the same as back then.

She put the hot soup in her hand on Dongfang Xin's table and said, "Your complexion has not been very good recently, and I am worried that you are tired." ”

Dongfang Xin smiled when he heard this, took the soup and drank it all, and said: "Thank you for your trouble, something has happened in the human world recently, and I can't ignore it." ”

His gentle gaze slowly rested on Qingrong's slightly bulging lower abdomen, and said softly: "Don't be too tired, your own body is what you should care about the most, I'm still waiting for Ming'er to call me 'Dad'." ”

A flush appeared on Qingrong's pale face, touched his stomach and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you." ”

She was just about to pick up the empty bowl and leave, Dongfang Xin had already picked up the bowl first, and said with a smile: "Let's go together." ”

Qingrong was surprised: "But you ......"

Dongfang Xin walked to Qingrong's side without saying anything, and said softly: "There haven't been many things in the past few days, take some time to accompany your wife, and the teacher can't say anything." ”

Qingrong nodded slightly, and slowly left with Dongfang Xin's support, and the joy on his face couldn't be hidden.

Now she has nothing else to ask for, as long as the family is safe.

Dongfang Xin thought much more than Qingrong in his heart.

He knew very well that although this Immortal Venerable position was noble, it was a bit hot after all.

But I have to sit in this seat.

Not only for himself, but also for his family, and for everyone on this continent.

The Shoreless Sword Peak and the Momei Villa must be erased from this world.

The re-enshrined Grim Sword also needs to be paid attention to.

Looking at the unborn little life, Dongfang Xin's heart warmed, clenched his fists, and made up his mind.

He escorted Qingrong all the way back to the room, and Wen Cun left for a long time before leaving, and then spread his will.

"It's easy to do nothing, come to the main pavilion quickly, and discuss something. ”

......

What is happening on the Holy Pavilion will not be paid attention to by almost everyone on the Zhongzhou Continent, including Shang Yunjian.

But after all, some eyes will occasionally glance in that direction.

Feng Liang Festival ended the day's journey of scamming money, and he was satisfied with the copper plate in his hand, and the wrinkles on his face were all squeezed together, looking like a crumpled old bark.

His fingers were delicately twinked in the air, and his mouth was quite relaxed.

Suddenly, Feng Liangjie's complexion changed greatly, and his eyes suddenly widened, and a strange light appeared in his pupils.

"A sword came south, and then it came to ...... What catastrophe...... Whose robbery?"

He trembled and put all the copper plates into the bag, his face was serious, and the five fingers of his right hand were twitching rapidly.

Like a thunderbolt, Feng Liangjie's body shook, trembling and holding on to the high wall on the side, and began to vomit blood.

The divine arithmetic banner on the side suddenly broke at this moment.

Feng Liangjie didn't have the heart to pay attention to himself and the pole that had been with him for more than twenty years, and straightened up with difficulty, and the brilliance in his eyes was already dim.

He spat out another mouthful of blood, gritted his teeth and left the high wall, one step at a time, and staggered towards the entrance of the alley, still with words in his mouth.

"Momei Villa...... Big Brother...... Omen of great evil...... How's that okay?"