East China Sea, Kanli Island.

The sky is clear and cloudless.

Above the main peak, there was an atmosphere of wind and rain, heavy and solidified.

"Patriarch Qiqi, this was the situation that day, when I broke into the glazed palace, I no longer saw the trace of Senior Brother Zhong and the Dragon Son of the East China Sea, I'm afraid it ......."

Zhao Xingming, who was in a cloud robe and phoenix eyes, trembled, and said cautiously.

The merit elder of the immortal wind dao bone, the elder of the pure and easy scribe, and the swarthy old man with an ancient face and a fierce momentum, but he is the heavenly punishment elder who is in charge of the precepts of the sect.

The three elders were all present, and there was even the Kanli Sect Master, which showed that the Kanli Sword Sect's attention to Zhong Shenxiu was unusual.

With such a big battle, Zhao Xingming was even more uneasy in his heart: Tianjiao fell, but he was safe and sound, once these bigwigs had an idea under the thunder and anger, I was afraid that it would be ......

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Xingming couldn't help but sweat, the curtain of beads of sweat beads of beans generally slipped from his forehead, and his narrow phoenix eyes were infected with beads of sweat, and his vision was blurred.

"Wow!"

In the midst of the phoenix's roar, a sword light that rose from the flames slashed through the sky.

As soon as the sword light fell, a figure appeared: Bai Lifeng, who was covered in azure robes, had a blue face, and his eyes were burning with sky-high anger.

"Zhao Xing's life!"

Bai Lifeng squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, his cold tone was like a thousand years of ice, after hearing the news, he hurriedly came and even forgot to salute the elders present, pressing the long sword in his hand, murderous!

"I ......"

Whatever you are afraid of, Bai Lifeng's words made Zhao Xingming startled, and he opened his mouth to justify something, his eyes were full of anxiety.

"Okay! The time is also, the order is also! The order goes down: three days later, a memorial ceremony will be held, and the bell god will be shown to enter the Valhalla, and all the people will sacrifice it!

Xiaobai, I want to protect the Zhong family, especially Xiao Xiu'er's little maidservant, and I will be included in the inner door exceptionally, don't let her be wronged!

Before Bitan, the sect master of Kan Li commanded lightly, and he didn't look back!

The figure that seems to be outside the world is instantly a little clearer and a little more realistic.

The three elders who were familiar with him looked at each other, and couldn't help but be a little worried: the arrogant and murderous Kanli Sword Master back then seemed to be back!

Taken by the prestige of the sect master, everyone did not dare to say much, and they bowed and retreated.

Zhao Xingming couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart: Bai Lifeng's dissatisfied expression and cold killing intent all showed that there was no good intention in this matter!

.........

After everyone left, the snow drifted in Bitan, the lead clouds hung low, the wind and thunder stirred the floating island, and the frost blade urged the green forest!

"East China Sea Dragons!"

The low roar is like a fierce beast that has been trapped for thousands of years, word by word, just listening to the sound can't help but make people feel like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, the sky and the earth are red!

.........

Three days later, Kanli Island is a place in the mountains behind it.

A peak is like a screen, verdant and close to Xuan, the sky is gone, and it is lonely.

On the mountain road, the neat pines and cypresses are towering into the clouds, as if the Yin soldiers of the strong formation are guarding this peak, the wind is cold and the mountains are yin, the moon is cold like frost, solemn and solemn.

The black crowd meandered all the way up from under the mountain road, the sword robe was covered with black veil, the long sword was in front of the chest, the sword edge was like a forest, exuding a cold atmosphere, and the atmosphere was solemn and heavy.

At the end of the mountain road, a dark palace is entrenched on it, the shape is simple, there is no carving, and the whole body is made of obsidian.

Countless disciples of the Kanli Sword Sect led by the three elders waited in front of the hall, and Zhao Xingming, who had long and narrow phoenix eyes, wore a plain sword robe, as if wearing linen and filial piety, and personally held a spirit card carved from high-grade red sandalwood, and wrote: The spirit position of the Zhong family's divine show, standing at the forefront of the formation.

Bai Lifeng was not in the crowd, but stayed in Kanli Mountain City to support the festival, as the Kanli Sect Master said: Ten thousand people sacrifice!

Zhao Xingming, who had a sad face, was bitter in his heart, dumb and dumb eating Coptis chinensis, and he couldn't tell if he was bitter.

Since he returned to the mountain gate, Bai Lifeng has been biting him like a mad dog and not letting go, repeatedly saying that he would sacrifice Zhong Shenxiu's spirit in the sky with his blood.

There was a lot of discussion among the same sect, that is, the elders of the division looked at their eyes, and they all felt quite playful, bitter!

The conscience of heaven and earth, he Zhao is not dead set on Zhong Shenxiu, but he can also be called dedicated and loyal.

Zhao Xingming even felt that his grievances would be difficult to wash away even if he poured out the water of the three rivers, five lakes and four seas.

So knowing that it would not have any effect, Zhao Xingming still recruited Zhong Shenxiu's memorial ceremony in full, and he would bow to it in person, and even personally serve the spirit, treat him with the courtesy of the elders, and try to save some impressions.

.........

Zhao Xingming's full of grievances needless to say, just as he felt self-pity in his heart, a roaring sound came from the sky.

Everyone suddenly looked up, only to see a little bright light suddenly appear on the sky.

He jumped and turned into a ray of light that came across the sky, and the light was condensed.

Thundered!

The staggered light of Xuanchi fell downward, revealing a figure: Xuanjin gon robe was solemn and solemn, wearing a golden sword with a golden sword as the handle, a snake winding as a blade, the sword eyebrows flew obliquely into the sideburns, and the face was like a knife chopping with an axe.

In the eyes, it is as deep as the sea, like two bottomless whirlpools, quiet and deep, and the ancient well has no waves.

It was the master of the Kanli Sword Sect who had not appeared in front of people for a long time: Pan Xuanzi!

Kanli Sect Master stepped on the void, and before it fell, a heavy breath came, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts, as if calamity was about to come, and the power of heaven was not revealed, depressed, and dull!

"Enlighten the patriarch, the festival has been prepared, and the patriarch is invited to preside over it!"

Zhao Xingming's narrow phoenix eyes were full of essence, and he gritted his teeth and stepped forward to continue: "The Qingyun Sword Sect and the Feiliu Sword Sect have sent a message, saying that they are grateful for Senior Brother Zhong's kindness, and they are willing to sacrifice them to all the people, and jointly enshrine Senior Brother Zhong's spirit into the Valhalla, and ask the ancestor to see it!"

The Qingyun Sword Sect and the Feiliu Sword Sect were showing goodwill to the Kanli Sword Sect, for fear that the Kanli Sect Master would be angry and raise troops and set off a major war between the three sects.

Sincerity is not insufficient, the sacrifice of all people is not an empty word, although the incense wish power is not beneficial to cultivation, but it is the highest quality thing to sacrifice and practice the secret treasure of the body.

For each sect, the sacrifices within the scope of the sect are not allowed to be touched by anyone else.

"Hmm!"

The Kanli Sect Master fell from the sky, nodded noncommittally, and took the spiritual position from Zhao Xingming's hand and stepped into the hall first.

Offering spirits, burning incense, and paying homage......

The etiquette is simple and solemn, and it is even more important to be presided over by the sect master Kanli himself, and no one dares to neglect it in the slightest.

In a short time, the simple festival is completed, and the ceremony is over!

"Yunchen, in the future, you will have to worry more about the affairs of the sect, you and my brothers have crossed the sea to set up the mountain gate, and a hundred years of blood and fire have the scale they have today, and you can't be underestimated!"

In the Valhalla, incense is swirling, and thousands of spiritual positions are lined up one after another, and the sect master is holding the hilt of the sword, and his eyes are deep.

"Yes!"

The meritorious elder of the Immortal Wind Dao Bone stepped forward and saluted, his surname is Li, his name is Yunchen, and his name: Qinghe Sword Master!

"Big brother is going to travel far away, is there anything important?"

Hearing this, the sect master closed his eyes, and opened them suddenly, and the cold light was released!

"I want to cross the sea and slay the dragon!"