On the way back to the Imperial Sword Star Sect, Jian Wuya was still thinking about it, what is the origin of this Heng Cangyu predecessor in his own sect?

If it is said that Heng Cangyu stole the Imperial Sword Star Sect, it is impossible, Heng Cangyu is a master of the world in the period of extinction, and if Heng Cangyu hadn't teamed up with Fluttershy to act in front of him, Heng Cangyu would have lived for at least a thousand years!

What does it mean to live for thousands of years? That means that Heng Cangyu became famous very early, even hundreds of years earlier than his two masters! How could a peerless master who had long since retired steal the martial arts created by others?

In turn, is it his own master who steals his master Heng Cangyu's predecessors?

As soon as this idea was born, Jian Wuya shook his head and dispelled it, although the two masters never said their identity and origin before they opened the faction, but they got along all the year round, and Jian Wuya believed in the people of his two masters.

Although the two heads of the Imperial Sword Star Sect have very different personalities, one is steady and the other is straightforward, but they are the same as the most important morality, and it is impossible to do such a thing!

"What the hell is going on?"

Walking to the gate of the Imperial Sword Star Sect, Jian Wuya still couldn't figure out the trick, and finally decided to ask his two masters directly after returning to the master's gate.

Just as he was about to raise his feet and walk up the stairs, the scene in front of him made Jian Wuya notice something strange!

"Huh?".

Jian Wuyan asked, the sect's mountain gate, which never closes the door when the sun never sets on weekdays, is now closed at noon, and compared with the past when there were only a few disciples guarding it, the number of guarding disciples outside the sect's mountain gate today has actually increased to more than a dozen, led by his own junior brother Jian Xingyun.

"Second Senior Brother, you are back!"

Jian Xingyun, who was in charge of inspecting the mountain gate, saw Jian Wuya standing outside the sect's mountain gate, so he quickly grabbed him and ran towards the sect.

"What happened to junior brother?"

Jian Wuya looked at his junior brother with an anxious and panicked look and had a bad premonition, his little junior brother knew the most etiquette on weekdays, although he was friendly with himself, he was always polite, why did he become like this in a panic today?

Walking in front and pulling the sword boundless, Jian Xingyun paused, and turned his head with a sad face: "Third Senior Brother, he... Dead!"

"What?"

The bad news in vain made Jian Wuya take two steps back as if he had been hit hard in the chest, and if it weren't for Jian Xingyun grabbing his wrist, Jian Wuya would have almost fallen down the steps!

After a moment, Jian Wuya suddenly grabbed Jian Xingyun's shoulder, stared at him with a pair of eyes and asked, "Senior Brother Qingshan is dead? How is it possible? Didn't he go out on errands with Senior Brother and Fourth Senior Sister? How could he die with Senior Brother by his side?"

Jian Xingyun was a little frightened by Jian Wuyan's appearance, and hurriedly said: "Senior Brother is also seriously injured, not long after you left this morning, the disciples who patrolled found the seriously injured and unconscious Senior Brother at the foot of the mountain and... The corpse of the third senior brother!"

"Even the elder brother..."

Jian Wuyan was even more shocked in his grief, his senior brother Jian Zihan was famous in the rivers and lakes, and now he was a young powerhouse at the beginning of the Spiritual Silence Period, a recognized martial arts genius in contemporary times, and the next head of the Imperial Sword Star Sect, who was so powerful that even he was seriously injured and fell into a coma?

"That.. What about the fourth junior sister?"

Jian Wuya looked at Jian Xingyun anxiously, hoping that Jian Xingyun could say some good news.

Jian Xingyun shook his head with difficulty: "I don't know, when Senior Brother came back, he only took the corpse of the Third Senior Brother with him, and I'm afraid that the whereabouts of the Fourth Senior Brother will only wait for Senior Brother to wake up..."

Without waiting for Jian Xingyun to finish speaking, Jian Wuya used his method to move, and his body ran towards the mountain like a violent wind.

Impossible, how could this happen?

Jian Wuya couldn't believe it, although the Imperial Sword Star Sect was not a martial arts sect with superior strength in the Qinglong Territory, it could never be regarded as a weak person. Moreover, the Imperial Sword Star Sect has not had any Liang Zi who is so big as to kill people with other sects in the past few decades, how could this kind of thing suddenly happen?

Jian Wuya ran all the way back to the sect, and finally stopped in the side hall of the sect, he looked at the bleak scene in the side hall stupidly, and forgot to move for a while.

The few satin white cloths hanging in the side hall made Jian Wuya feel a little dazzling, so dazzling that he couldn't see what was written on the spirit card in front of the coffin, and he could only vaguely see that there were a few disciples in sackcloth burning paper money in front of the coffin.

Wiping his somewhat moist eyes, Jian Wuya slowly approached the coffin step by step, as if he didn't want to do it and didn't dare, he didn't want to see the person lying in the coffin, it was the third junior brother who often laughed at his lack of alcohol and strength.

Tremblingly lifted the shroud, Jian Wuya couldn't help but mourn in his heart, and after a wail, tears rained down, Jian Qingshan's body was burned beyond recognition, and Jian Wuya almost didn't recognize it!

"Senior Brother Qingshan..."

A few days ago, Jian Wuya still remembered the scene when his junior brother was drinking on the roof with him, and he also said that when this matter was completed, he would propose to the master and marry the fourth junior sister.

The words and laughter are still in the ears, but now people have been...

Seeing Jian Wuya so sad on the side, the second head of the sect, Jian Qiuyuan, couldn't help but wipe a handful of old tears, walked up to Jian Wuya and patted him on the back: "Wuya, you want to mourn, the deceased is gone, you can chase it, the top priority is to find your fourth junior sister first." ”

Glancing at the bitter and strong junior brother who died, Jian Wuya took a deep breath and forcibly endured his grief to cover the white cloth again.

Jian Wuya turned his head to look at his two masters, the expression of the second master was also sad, the head of the master Jian Qiushan sat on a stool, looking sad and joyless, but Jian Wuya still saw from his master's eyes that the master was not as calm as he looked.

"Two masters, how is the elder brother's injuries, have you woken up?"

"The injury from the cold is also heavy, although I try my best to heal this poisonous wound for him, I am afraid that it is still..."

Jian Qiuyuan shook his head, as if he didn't want to think about it anymore.

"Even the Second Master can't heal it, what is the origin of this poisonous injury?"

Jian Wuya calculated in his heart, although the senior brother's poisonous injury was difficult to treat was bad news, but the second master Jian Qiuyuan's attainments in the medical path were not low, and even the second master could not cure the poisonous injury, it was by no means ordinary, maybe you could find some clues to the enemy from this poisonous injury.

"This ....."

Jian Qiuyuan looked at his brother, only to see that Jian Qiushan was still bowing his head and not saying a word.

"Ugh..."

With a sigh, the great head of the Imperial Sword Star Sect looked at Jian Wuya with a solemn face and asked, "Have you heard of the Nine Refining Evil Flames?"