"Get out of the way!" Xie Yunmo's face darkened.

Fat Liu shrugged his shoulders and jumped down from above.

When Xie Xiaomo saw the hilt of the sword, the whole person was shocked, and then said, "This sword can't be pulled!"

"Why?"

The roars of Liu Fatzi and Jiaolong sounded at the same time.

"Fang Cai told the big dragon that he would pull out his sword and let you out. Don't you want to go out?" said Fat Liu.

"Senior Brother Xie, what's going on?" Ye Yizhou asked.

"This spirit sword is the unrelenting sword of Wen Ci Sword Monarch, the senior of my clan. ”

The cultivators' hearts were shocked, and they exchanged heads and ears, asking each other, and soon learned that Wen Ci Sword Monarch was a high-ranking senior of the Cang Sword Sect who disappeared a hundred years ago.

"How could the spirit sword of the Cangjian Sect's predecessors appear here?"

"Didn't this dragon say that it was trapped here because it encountered an evil cultivator?"

"Sure enough, a demon beast is a demon beast, and there is no truth. ”

The monks began to argue about what to do with the dragon.

"What Jiaolong said may not be entirely false. ”

Cheng Zhaozhao said: "It's true that it has been trapped here for a hundred years, but why is it trapped and who is trapped by? I'm afraid it didn't tell the truth." ”

Liu Fatzi shouted and said, "Dalong, this is your fault." We were kind enough to get you out, but you couldn't even be honest with each other. ”

"Giggles. Qianli glanced at Liu Pang and felt that he was talking nonsense again.

"That woman!" Jiaolong gasped: "That woman was hunted down and killed a hundred years ago and came to this cave, and I followed her... She thought I was in league with my pursuers, and trapped me here. ”

"The woman you are talking about is Wen Ci Jianjun?" Xie Yunmo asked.

"I don't know what her name is, this spirit sword is hers. She dug a cave here and trapped me here. ”

"And what about her now?"

Jiaolong said and laughed: "She trapped me, so naturally it won't be easy." She's right here!"

Liu Fatzi clenched his fists at the moment, and hurriedly arched his hands around: "Seniors, Fang is the juniors are rude, and I hope that the seniors will not be blamed, let us out." ”

The cultivators looked around, but they didn't find any trace of their predecessors.

Liu Fatzi raised his head cautiously, and then glared at Jiaolong: "Where is she? You lied to us again." ”

"There!"

Cheng Zhaozhao let Qianli fly over, and Qianli flapped his wings and flew to the position where the high platform was just now.

Before this, Cheng Zhaozhao asked Qianli to look for exits everywhere in the cave, and Sui Jiang could let those monsters in, and there must be a hidden exit in this cave.

It's just that the exit didn't find it, but it found this strange place.

Chisato pressed down on a small bead on the stone wall with his claws.

There was a very small illusion there, and if it weren't for the eyes of a thousand miles to see through it, I'm afraid it would take them a long time to find out.

As soon as the beads turned, the gravel of the high platform that had just collapsed suddenly all rose up, merged in one place, and re-condensed into a high platform.

And at some point, a female cultivator appeared on the high platform.

But he saw him sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

There was a faint glow on her face that made it impossible for the monks to see her face.

"Wen Ci senior, it turns out that you have been here all along?" Liu Fatzi hurriedly saluted her respectfully.

"Who are you?"

The slow and somewhat ethereal voice of the gentle Sword Monarch came: "Do you recognize this monarch?"

"That's right, that's right, senior..."

Xie Xiaomo interrupted Liu Fatzi's voice and said, "Wen resigned to the seniors, the younger Xie Xiaomo, the nineteenth generation nephew of the Xie family." ”

"Thanks... Xie Jia..."

Wen Ci Jianjun's voice suddenly became excited: "Are you really a junior of the Xie family?"

"It's true, the Xie family has never forgotten their predecessors for a day, and they have been looking for their predecessors for a hundred years. ”

"One hundred years... Has it been so long?" Wen Ci suddenly twisted.

Cheng Zhaozhao was shocked, could this be an illusion?

Xie Xiaomo was even more excited: "Senior, you!"

"Don't panic, what you see now is just a remnant of my soul. ”

The remnant soul, that is to say, this Wen Ci Sword Monarch has fallen.

"Senior, what the hell is going on?"

Wen Ci said: "There is no need to mention the past, just now, this monarch has given the spirit sword with soul power, just to trap this dragon." Now that a hundred years have passed, it has been punished for its transgressions, so you can let it go. ”

Jiaolong was obviously a little incredulous: "You, you are really willing to let me go!"

"A hundred years ago, you were in the company of Duan Dog Thief, and Benjun trapped you here, just because he didn't want you to help him anymore. ”

"Hmph, I also told you that I didn't help the abuse. ”

"You evil Jiao, you are so stubborn, you want to be trapped for another hundred years. ”

Jiaolong roared, crying and laughing: "Your soul power can't last long, and when you die, I can leave this place." ”

"That Benjun can also let the juniors in the clan kill you here. ”

Jiaolong seemed to be frightened, and suddenly fell silent.

The dialogue between one person and one Jiao was heard by all the cultivators.

Fortunately, Wen Ci's remnant quickly explained:

A hundred years ago, Wen Ci Jianjun searched for the whereabouts of a friend, but met a monk surnamed Duan not far from here, and he was the last person to travel with Wen Ci Jianjun's friend.

Wen Ci Jianjun suspected that his friend's disappearance was related to him, but the monk surnamed Duan did not deny it, and even informed her that her friend was dead.

Wen Ci Jianjun wanted to kill him to avenge his friend, but he didn't want him to ambush her, wound her, and let the dragon track her whereabouts.

Wen Ci Jianjun hid in this secret realm, but was still discovered by this dragon, so he used his last strength to trap this dragon here.

But she didn't want to, her injuries were too serious, and it didn't take long for the cave to fall here.

Jiaolong listened to it and gasped, obviously angry, but never said a word.

Xie Yunmo said in a deep voice: "Senior, let the junior kill this evil Jiao and avenge you!"

But he didn't want to refuse gently: "No need, Benjun just said that being trapped here for a hundred years is already a punishment for him." ”

"Who is the monk who doesn't know the surname Duan?" Xie Yunmo said.

Wen Ci still didn't say, and said: "In a hundred years, with his cultivation, I am afraid that he has already broken through the late Yuan Infant period." What's the use of telling you to wait?"

"Senior, the gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late. ”

"You and Benjun are just friendship of the same clan, and I am already satisfied to see the younger generations of the Xie family here. You don't have to let juniors get involved. ”

"Senior!" Xie Xiaomo obviously refused to give up.

"Needless to say. It's just that in the future, remember that don't associate with the monks of the Suiyang Sect, they are all sanctimonious!"

As soon as these words came out, many of the monks present exchanged their heads and ears.

Liu Fatzi said to Cheng Zhaozhao: "Once bitten by a snake, I am afraid of grass ropes for ten years." You can't kill a group of people with a stick, Nanjing and Dongling are so stiff now, it's all because of seniors like her......"

"Senior, what about these evil cultivators?" Gu Qining asked.

"Some evil people, taking advantage of the silence of the remnants of this monarch's soul, have made some deals with this evil Jiao here. But he didn't know that the sacrificial blood pool here had already been cleaned up by Benjun. ”