Correspondingly, the holy relics in the ancestral temple of the Wu clan are also emitting thunder, turning into a thunderball suspended in the air.

The stone altar below the thunderball was engraved with strange patterns, and wisps of sticky black mist traveled and rose in the lines.

The black mist was filled with coldness, but before it could disperse, it was dissipated by the electric light emitted from the thunderball, and the thunderball seemed to have been replenished in some way and became more active.

On the island in the middle of the lake, the high priest of the Wu clan watched from a distance with more than a dozen war witches, and his face was worried.

At the high priest's side, a giant more than four feet tall stood tall and stood with his hands down.

At this moment, the eyes looking in the direction of the ancestral temple were like gods, the orange-yellow pupils shone with a faint brilliance, the skin on the whole body was like a bronze cast, surging with infinite strength, the face was clumsy like a stone carving, and the long black beard was sprinkled on the chest.

The whole person looks like an ancient god of war, although he is covered in blood and blood, but standing there seems to be the center of heaven and earth, and people can't help but look at it.

The giant waved his giant palm behind him, and more than a dozen war witches with different temperaments and like little giants retreated one after another.

After a while, the giant said in a low tone:

"High Priest, I don't know if I should say a word or not?"

The High Priest glanced up at the giant obliquely, and said in an approving voice:

"The lord of the Chihui Hall has a lofty status, is wise and martial, the old man has accompanied the three hall masters, you are the most outstanding one.

He is the most beloved co-master of all the tribes of my Wu clan, and what else can not be said.

Although bluntly speaking, it is. ”

This giant is the contemporary hall master of the Jiuli Hall of the Wu Clan, Chi Hui, who can move mountains and bear the mountain with great strength, and is also good at using strategy, among the palace masters of the Jiuli Palace in the past dynasties, they all belong to a rare type of wisdom and bravery.

Chi Hui rubbed the wide bronze bracers, and her voice was a little ethereal.

"I said what if...... If something happens to the relics one day, will the high priest have a way to deal with it?"

The High Priest frowned, and said in an uncertain tone:

"Something happened to the holy relics, Lord of the Chihui Palace, you might as well explain it in detail!"

Chi Hui's eyes were deep, and seven or eight breaths passed, and then he responded:

"For example, a holy relic suddenly disappears one day, or is destroyed.

So, what about my people?"

The high priest's body shook, and he turned to look at Chi Hui, his eyes were full of shock, and he was speechless for a long time.

"If that happens, our clan will have to withdraw from the ancestral land and find another place to live!"

......

The purple mansion shook, Lin Zhao only felt dizzy, all kinds of bizarre visions kept appearing in his mind, and he couldn't even release his divine sense, and his body involuntarily shook slightly a few times.

The cultivators were immersed in the joy of the great victory at the moment, and most of them didn't notice that Lin Zhao was wrong.

Only one person in the back glanced at Lin Zhao, and hurriedly lowered his head, with an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes.

Finally persevered to Qi Tiancheng, Lin Zhao was no longer able to support it, said hello to his master, and left in a hurry.

Half a day later, the mysterious thunder card in the Purple Mansion finally settled down.

Lin Zhao slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were a little red, and his expression was full of exhaustion.

For Lin Zhao, this kind of situation has not been experienced for an unknown amount of time.

Since cultivating martial arts and entering cultivation, he has always been full of spirit, and how could there have been such a situation of poor spirit.

A burst of sleepiness hit, but Lin Zhao had no intention of sleeping.

I closed my eyes again, and the bizarre and broken scenes were re-remembered in my mind.

Among them, the sky and the earth are hazy, the sun and the moon are dull, and the thunder is like rain; there are countless blurred figures, there are all kinds of strange monsters that have never been seen before, and there are strange words that cannot be understood......

Everything is so weird and mysterious, like an illusory afterimage in a dream.

The picture is so fragmented that it is impossible to judge its ins and outs.

But Lin Zhao knew that these must have something to do with the mysterious "Thunder" card.

What exactly is it trying to say?

In contemplation, Lin Zhao's body fell down and fell into a deep sleep involuntarily.

When he came to his senses again, his expression changed drastically.

In my mind, there are countless fragments of the avenue flowing.

Especially the Thunder Avenue, from the origin of the Dao, to the differentiation of the Dao, and then to the extension of the Dao, countless fragments show the mystery in it, just waiting for Lin Zhao to comprehend.

Although I don't understand why this is the case, it is simply unheard of.

But the opportunity should not be missed, Lin Zhao closed his eyes and began to comprehend quietly.

The Tao is divided into yin and yang, sympathetic mutualization, thunder is born, the five elements are born, the hidden thunder is the way, the Tao is circulating, and the spirit is derived.

Before I knew it, two days had passed.

When Lin Zhao walked out of the stone house, he felt that the world had changed, and what he saw and felt was all reasonable.

There was no need to adjust to it, as if it should have been like this, Lin Zhao took a deep breath and suppressed the horror in his heart.

Secretly thinking to himself, one day he will completely reveal the secret of the thunder card.

At that time, you will understand why you can be reborn in this world, and why you can inexplicably help you comprehend the Great Dao.

Then Lin Zhao went to meet the master Taixu Zhenyi, the master and apprentice have not seen each other for many years, and they have a lot to say.

Taixu Zhen is a first-class Shenxiao master, and it has been almost a year since he rushed to Qi Tianfeng from the North Centipede Courtyard, during which he often fought with the Wu Clan, and his understanding of the Wu Clan is very deep.

For his own personal disciples, Tai Xuzhen has no reservations, and tells all kinds of matters that should be paid attention to in the fight with the Wu clan.

Then Lin Zhao asked as if unintentionally, "Master, why is that ...... Uncle Taiwei will also come here?"

Taixu Zhenren was originally smiling, but at this time, he immediately became gloomy.

"Hehe, there is a primordial god ancestor who has just stuffed it into the North Centipede Courtyard, what can I do?"

"Oh, that ancestor of his family was released by the sect?" Lin Zhao's gaze also became deep.

Lin Zhao has never forgotten the events of that year in his heart.

At the beginning, he was slapped by the dragon in the mission of the sect, if it weren't for his strong body and deep hiding, I am afraid that he would have been buried in the mouth of the mantis monster.

Later, when he returned from Taiyizong, he was ambushed by three real people in the Chengdan period, although there is no obvious evidence that it was the Long family.

However, this is not a crime, so why do you need evidence?

All signs point to the Long family, and this is enough.

Back then, the strength was weak and the realm was low, and he couldn't shake the other party, so he kept this matter in his heart, but it didn't mean that it was revealed.

May it not die again!

The master and apprentice were thinking about their own thoughts, and suddenly got up at the same time and looked out of the house.

At this time, there were more than ten monks from Hanging Sword Mountain, under the guidance of He Xuan, who were walking towards the front hall.

"Let's go, go and meet all the masters of Hanging Sword Mountain!" Tai Xuzhen stroked his long beard, his face changed instantly, and he smiled.

After more than a dozen breaths, when the master and apprentice came to the front hall, Fushi Shinichi was already present, and he was greeting several Shinichi from Hanging Sword Mountain.

When Lin Zhao saw the figure of a person, he couldn't help but smile on his face.

"Senior Brother Hezhao, I didn't expect you to come to Qi Tianfeng too!

Has Senior Sister Jade ever arrived?"

As the words sounded, a woman dressed in a green shirt, with a beautiful face, swayed gently with lotus steps, fluttering skirts, and walked slowly.

Just as Lin Zhao looked at it carefully, the originally cold face thawed instantly, revealing the gentleness of a woman in the water town.

The woman who spoke was the first person among the younger generation of disciples of Hanging Sword Mountain, Mo Zhihua, who had comprehended the sword intent with Lin Zhao.

"I haven't seen you for many years, Senior Sister Mo is okay? Concubine Ming stayed in the sect and did not come this time. ”

Lin Zhao bowed his head, and there was also a joy of meeting the old people in his heart.

Behind Mo Zhihua, several young sword cultivators glanced at each other, all showing stunned expressions.

The senior sister of the secret Dao family, who has always been covered with ice and frost and is cold and silent, actually has such a gentle side, could it be that she has a leg with this guy from the Shenxiao Sect?

"We'll talk about it later!" Mo Zhihua looked at Lin Zhao with interest and said with a smile.

Lin Zhao nodded, and then listened to Taixu Zhen:

"I haven't come here to meet the seniors of Hanging Sword Mountain. ”

Under the introduction of Taixu Zhenyi, Lin Zhao first saluted the Yuan Shen Zhenyi of Hanging Sword Mountain, and then faced other real sword cultivators, and then sat down on the side of Shenxiao Sect.

At this time, in the main hall, all the six true ones of Hanging Sword Mountain were present, including Dong Yuan, Dong Zhen, Xuan Kill, Yue Xing, Hua Kong Yang, and Mo Zhihua, the first disciple of the modern era.

Among them, Dong Yuan and Dong Zhen were originally in Qi Tian City, and the four true ones of Xuan Xuan, Yue Xing, Hua Kongyang and Mo Zhihua only arrived here today.

The seniors gathered, and there was no junior like Lin Zhao to say much.

Lin Zhao sat next to He Xuan and He Chen, and the two of them cast inquiring eyes, obviously wanting to know how Lin Zhao would get to know Mo Zhihua.

Lin Zhao shook his head with a smile and pointed to the head, and the two of them suddenly understood.

"The Wu clan has become more and more masters over the years, so the Jiuli Hall is becoming more and more presumptuous.

Back then, the monks of our sect often broke through the Ghost Rock Mountain Range and went to the territory of the Wu clan to 'hunt witches', and at that time, the Jiuli Hall didn't dare to let go of a fart.

I can't imagine that these barbarians have become the climate now.

In the old man's opinion, it is better for us to counterattack this time, and we must completely beat it down, otherwise we will not be at peace after all!"

It was Genzo Shinichi who spoke, this person's old face was like dead wood, but his eyes were like cold springs, clear and cold, and the words were murderous.

Xuan Kill Zhen said a word, Fu Shi clapped his palms, and laughed:

"What the senior brother of Xuan Kill said is very much in line with my heart, can I discuss a flower here? ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, and suddenly the feeling of meeting a confidant arose.

The others were a little speechless, one was Shenxiao Crazy Method, and the other was Hanging Sword Killing Embryo, it was really heaven and earth when they met together, full of killing intent.

Dong Yuan and Dong Zhen often fight with the Wu Clan, and they act more steadily.

Dong Yuan said: "It's better to be cautious, the information we have obtained so far is that there are eleven four-pattern war witches in the Wu clan."

We're only eight true ones, and there's a huge difference in strength. ”

Yue Xingzhen was like a bamboo pole, a pair of triangular eyes flashed, and suddenly laughed:

"It doesn't matter, the cooperation of the monks of our two sects complements each other the most, and the Lei Fa cooperates with the sword, and the Wu clan may not be able to resist it. ”

Dong Yuan opened his mouth to say something, but found that he couldn't find a suitable reason to refute it.

Fu Shi glanced up at Lin Zhao, hesitated for a moment and did not speak.

Hua Kongyang is the same generation as Taixu Zhen, and he is one of the best existences among the disciples of the previous generation on Hanging Sword Mountain, and he is a god in swordsmanship.

At this time, he stroked his long beard and said, "Senior Brother Taixu, what do you think?"

Tai Xuzhen smiled slightly and said, "Everything is subject to the opinions of several elders." ”

After another period of deliberation, the cultivators decided to take the initiative in three days, and then formulated specific action steps before they dispersed.

But Mo Zhihua stayed, and was walking towards Lin Zhao at this time, followed by several men and women who looked young and handsome.

"When I was in Qianlong Sea that day, I saw that Senior Brother Hezhao was swept away by that demon, and Zhihua was always quite worried.

Later, I learned from the elders of the sect that Senior Brother, Senior Sister Huo, and Senior Sister Yan had all returned safely, which was really gratifying. ”

Lin Zhao knew that the other party was just polite words, and he couldn't take them seriously, but he thanked him in his mouth: "Senior brother, I am shallow, which makes senior sister smile!"

Mo Zhihua put a strand of broken hair on his sideburns behind his ear, and said softly: "Senior brother is humble, that devil's mana is all over the sky, and the true immortals present are helpless, and it is already a blessing for the junior brother to return safely."

How can you be self-indulgent?"

Behind Mo Zhihua, two slim and beautiful women were staring at each other, their eyes sneaky, as if they were communicating something.

Suddenly, I heard my senior sister introduce:

"This is my junior brother Li Mingjue, this is his sister Li Mingshan, this is the younger junior sister Meng Qingyu.

In the future, if you encounter it elsewhere, please take care of it with your junior brother.

Haven't you come up to salute?"

Hearing the scolding of his senior sister, Li Mingshan, Li Mingjue, and Meng Qingyu walked up with some curiosity, held their right hands into sword fingers, and saluted above their left chest.

This is a relatively old "sword head salute", and only many sword cultivation sects with a long tradition will salute like this.

Lin Zhao returned the salute with the head of the Daomen, and said to the three real swords in front of him:

"Don't listen to Senior Sister Mo, they are all real people in the Chengdan period, and everyone will take care of each other in the future. ”

The three sword cultivators in front of him are extraordinary at first glance, and their qi is incomparable, although they are not as good as Mo Zhihua, they should also be outstanding people of the generation of Hanging Sword Mountain.

This kind of talented person, the sword weapon in his hand must also be good, and his combat power is by no means comparable to that of ordinary Chengdan stage sword cultivators, let alone ordinary monks.

"Hehe, don't think that you and him are both real people in the Chengdan period, so you think you can be on an equal footing.

More than ten years ago, Senior Brother He Zhao was able to crisscross the extraterritorial void and beat the Holy Son of the Blood Sea Demon Sect, who was already in the Yuan God Stage at that time, to flee in embarrassment.

I saw it with my own eyes, and I can't fake it. ”

Hearing such a strong record, even if the three geniuses of Hanging Sword Mountain were arrogant, they had to admire it.

After the greetings, Lin Zhao also introduced Hechen and Hexuan, who were shocked on the side, to each other.

Since we have to fight side by side, there is nothing wrong with getting to know each other better.

......

Three days were only a little bit of comprehension, and then they passed in a hurry.

Early this morning, the teams of the Hanging Sword Mountain and the Shenxiao Sect converged in one place, and there were about sixty people, sitting on a giant sword and flying towards the Scarlet Canyon.