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"Report!" The old man raised his eyelids lazily, and after a while, a red-clothed messenger ran in, panting and said: "Qi Yu Zhenjun, the head of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect has changed." ”

"Ten Thousand Swords Sect?" the Alliance True Monarch squinted his eyes and thought for a long time, and said speciously, "Is it a sect that was established not long ago?"

The red-clothed envoy was stunned, then shook his head and smiled: "The True Monarch doesn't have a good memory, although the Ten Thousand Swords Sect has not been established for a long time, it has been nearly a hundred years. ”

"Oh. Alliance Zhenjun smiled bitterly, got up from the rocking chair, took a few steps forward, and said: "I probably remember, there was an old man surnamed Ji who came to apply for a lot of things back then, and played a game of chess with me, why did he waste so much energy, and now he is not in charge again?"

"No, Ji Mingjie's name has disappeared from the immortal book. The red-clothed messenger replied.

"He's dead. The Alliance True Monarch showed a hint of surprise on his face, his brows tightened, and he was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Then who is managing the Ten Thousand Swords Sect now?"

"The surname is Lan Mingfeng, the ancestral origin is unknown, and he is a new disciple recruited by the Ten Thousand Swords Sect a few months ago. ”

"This name is so unfamiliar, it should be a casual practice. Alliance True Monarch raised his white eyebrows, shook his head and said: "That's it, the cultivation realm is like this, the strong survive, the weak are eliminated, since this person's name has appeared on the recorder, you will send two people to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to investigate in a few days, and come back to report to me when the specific situation comes." ”

"Yes. The messenger shouted in reply, and then leaned down and withdrew.

"Lan Feng ......" Alliance True Monarch touched his beard, turned around and sat on the rocking chair, and said leisurely: "The name sounds pretty good." ”

On the top of the cliff, which has been desolate for hundreds of years, there is a man in white standing at this moment, and the mountain wind is dignified, blowing and crackling his clothes.

He also looked to be only nearly thirty years old, but from his weathered eyes, it could be seen that his mind was not small, and the three huge gray storage bags in his hands were also blown around by the wind.

"Uh......" A strange sound came from the valley, the wind blew, and the surrounding trees began to rattle, and after a while, they returned to normal, but they could feel that the atmosphere around them became cold.

The man's eyes flashed, he took two steps back, and frowned, "It's really fast." ”

"Soul?" In the seemingly empty air, a confused and heavy voice suddenly sounded.

With a wave of the man's right hand, a red glow appeared, revealing a small figure, and from the outline, it could be seen that he was a little boy.

"I thought you had backtracked and were about to kill you. There was a hint of coldness in the boy's voice.

This man was none other than Lan Feng who had rushed over from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

He raised the corners of his mouth with a smirk, and casually opened a huge storage bag in his hand that fluttered in the wind.

An inexplicable tornado blew out of the storage bag, carrying the corpses of seventy or eighty disciples of the Rain Fu Palace, and fell into the Burning Immortal Valley where the white mist was idle.

The little boy who turned into a red mang licked his mouth, his eyes showed a trace of greed, and then his body changed, turning into a red dragon with teeth and claws, roaring, and quickly flew towards the disciple of the Yufu Palace who was doing a flat throwing movement.

Among them, a few tenacious disciples were still alive, and with the screams of misery, their bodies quickly wilted as if they had lost their moisture, and finally their vitality died, turning into a pile of dry bones and falling into the hazy Burning Immortal Valley.

The giant dragon blinked its bowl-sized eyes, roared twice in the sky, and turned its head to look at Lan Feng again.

Lan Feng squinted and smiled slightly, and directly threw out the other two storage bags in his hand.

"Roar~"

That is, in the blink of an eye, the hundreds of corpses that flew out of the two storage bags all became dried corpses and fell into the white mist.

The red dragon roared uncontrollably, hovering in the air a few times, on the white clouds not far from Lan Feng's head, he lowered his head and stared at Lan Feng with a solemn gaze.

"Do you think the number is very small?" Lan Feng spread his hands and sighed helplessly: "No way, I can only get so much for the time being." ”

The dragon opened its mouth and spat out a mouthful of red gas, and a scorching wind suddenly hit, blowing away the cold breath around it.

Lan Feng's expression was as usual, and with a slight wave of his hand, he easily dissipated the scorching wind that was blowing on his face, and said lightly: "Aren't you happy?" If it weren't for me, two hundred souls above the foundation building period, I'm afraid you would need a longer time than this to absorb it, and within five years, I would make up for the souls I owe you one after another." ”

The dragon's expression eased slightly, paused for a moment, flew down from the clouds, and when it landed beside Lan Feng, it turned into a boy's figure again, but it was a little more condensed than just now.

"In five years, words count. The little boy said word by word.

Lan Feng could clearly feel that the corpse spirit's words were much smoother than before, and he didn't know if it was the reason why he had communicated with his Yuan Shen before.

As he was thinking, the corpse suddenly opened its mouth slightly, spat out a dark purple plant, and handed it to him.

Lan Feng looked stunned, took the plant and carefully observed it for a long time, and said incredulously: "Is it the Soul Restoration Grass?"

At the beginning, he took the risk of taking Ye Xiaoxue to fly to Wanzhang Cliff, mainly to find the Soul Restoration Grass, but unfortunately he was chased and killed by Situ Jin, and finally fell into the Burning Immortal Valley.

After hundreds of years of sleep, when his Yuan Shen woke up, he also looked for the Soul Restoration Grass everywhere, but he searched all over the Burning Immortal Valley, but he didn't see the shadow of this plant, so he had no choice but to put down this medicinal herb temporarily.

Unexpectedly, now, in the hands of this corpse spirit, there is a bead of intact soul rejuvenation grass, which is surprising and delightful to Lan Feng.

"It's the pay. The corpse blinked its round eyes, and the red glow on its body began to dissipate, eventually disappearing into the hazy white mist.

Lan Feng stared blankly at the direction in which the corpse spirit disappeared, his expression was very complicated. At this moment, he was a little confused, and faintly felt that the corpse spirit was not very bad, but simply a little cute.

Perhaps, it is really a kind of gratitude, or rather, it is just a simple transaction.

Lan Feng stood quietly on the Wanzhang Cliff, letting the cold wind blow under the mountain to blow the hair behind him, and after a while, he suddenly looked up at the sun that had just poked his head out of the white clouds, and said lightly: "Li'er, I finally have a fixed foothold now, don't worry, no matter where you are, I will help you rebuild the Purple Yan Sect on Nameless Island, and in the end, you will definitely find me and Su Su, right?"

Immediately, his expression became sad, his eyes turned slightly, he looked at a snow-capped mountain in the distance that had not melted for hundreds of years, frowned, and said seriously: "No, I'll go to you, maybe my ability is not enough now, but I will kill Situ Jin one day and find you with his seven-star coffin." ”