"Blood Red! I'm going to slap my ass and leave?! You're still not a member of my Holy Sect!" "As soon as I heard that Blood Red was going to leave at this time, wasn't this an infighting? The ghost was suddenly unhappy, the more dangerous it was, the more we should work together to tide over the difficulties! Otherwise, what was the difference between it and the scattered Zhao Sect?!

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"Blood Red! I'll tell you!" Seeing the negativity on Blood Red's face, the ghost suddenly became angry in his heart, but before he could finish speaking, he was stopped by Blood Lotus. I only listened to the blood lotus's voice calmly said to the blood red.

"Blood Red, this sect is not the head sect now, you don't need to obey me, and it is also a good thing that someone is willing to return to the head sect, so that Zhao Sect can believe that we have retreated even more. Anyone else who wants to go back can go back, and my Blood Lotus will never stop them!"

Although Blood Lotus is not yet the chief teacher, he has the best qualifications in martial arts and is also old, in fact, after Qingtian's death, everyone has long regarded him as an invisible chief teacher.

After a moment of silence, the Rakshasa Sect Leader also retreated. "I want to go back too......"

"I'm sorry...... Blood Lotus. "With someone standing up, soon the Shura Ghost Sect Master also stood up.

However, in the end, only these three sect leaders decided to retreat, and the Holy Sect, which was already small, was now suddenly reduced by a thousand people. The next day the 1,000-strong procession set out on its way out......

A month later, the Blood Lotus Divine Sect split its rudder in Yuzhou, and a team of 1,000 people dressed in various costumes smashed through the iron gate and rushed in. The big rudder was empty, and there was nothing of value.

"Could it be that the Demon Sect has really returned to the Western Regions?" Long Dingtian frowned suspiciously, before there was news from Hangu Pass that he saw a large number of Demon Sect troops leaving for the Western Regions, Dugu had no regrets and was afraid of fraud, so he took Tongjitang to attack the rudder of the Demon Sect in various places, but everywhere he went was empty.

In this way, Zhao Menzong was even more convinced that the Demon Sect was defeated, but Dugu was not willing to want to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and even had the intention to enter the main altar of the Demon Sect, but the Shaolin factions rejected him on the grounds of poor Kou Mo Chasing.

After the peace after the war, the people finally looked forward to that peace and contentment. A year later, Tang Ying returned as promised, but she seemed to be a different person, not only speaking the elegant official words of Zhao Guo, but also returning with the virtuous kindness of a woman in the Central Plains. Ao Xuehan is also a man who does what he says, and he really married Tang Ying, but there is nothing unpleasant about such a beauty.

Since then, Tongjitang has become the only sect in the Central Plains that has people from the Tang Sect, and Tang Ying's own martial arts are not bad, and she can be regarded as a leader as a woman.

Time flies, and it has been two years in a flash, and it has been three years since the battle between good and evil. On this day, Di Jun, who was cultivating, suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes revealed a suppressed sense of violence. In three years, Emperor Jun's cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, and now he is also a master of the Seventh Heavens, and this is still when he often has to work hard for other things and can't cultivate, if he cultivates wholeheartedly. I'm afraid that he has already reached the cultivation of the Eightfold Heaven.

He pinched his fingers and counted the days, only to hear him mumble to himself.

"It's almost next month, isn't it?" "Next month is not a holiday, but there is a special day for him, after all, this matter is too long for him, and men are not good at keeping track of the day.

On the bank of the Luoshui River, a little girl in white and purple yarn was playing alone. In the Zhao Kingdom, purple is not something that anyone can wear, even if it is the destroyed Zixiao Palace, it is the Zixiao Daojun who has been rewarded by the emperor to use purple as the color of the sect.

At this moment, a young man in white swayed his robe in the wind, walking with light steps. His clothes were white, but they looked old, but they didn't know that this robe was originally a black robe, but after washing too much, it became white.

"Soaring like a frightening flood, graceful like a dragon. Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine. It seems to be like a light cloud covering the moon, and fluttering like the snow of the wind. Looking at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow, and when you are forced to observe it, it is like a hibiscus ...... waves."

The roulette wheel of history has finally turned to this moment, these two teenagers are naturally Nangong Wufu and Blood Bodhisattva, a sweet and heart-wrenching love is about to ignite, who would have thought that these two people would completely affect the entire Zhao Kingdom?

At this moment, even they themselves don't think about it so much, and the two of them, who are immersed in the ignorant feelings of the young man, don't know that danger is around.

In the lush willow forest by the river, a black-robed man was full of murderous aura in his eyes, and his fingertips flashed with red light, ready to strike at any time. And yet he's still hesitant to put an end to it or wait?

Kill Wu Confused, the Blood Bodhisattva may be happy to be her emperor for the rest of her life, but maybe history will change unpredictably. But if he didn't kill him, he wasn't sure if Di Jun would succeed in staying with the Blood Bodhisattva in the end.

There are too many uncertainties in the future, and even Dijun, who has returned from the future, does not dare to say until everything. But one thing he knows very well is that if he doesn't kill Wu Confusion, then this innocent and lovely girl in front of him will become that indifferent female slaughter! But as long as he kills Wu Confusion, she may always be so simple and so cute......

Just as Di Jun was about to make a decision, three blood needles had already condensed in his palm. Suddenly, Di Jun clenched his fist, and his head turned back slightly, and at the same time, a middle-aged man's lazy voice floated behind him.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be reckless. ”

The visitor's hair was a little gray, scattered and greasy, and he was covered in a dirty and old robe, and his chest was leaking milk and skinny. The middle-aged man held an ordinary and shining sword in his hand, it was not ordinary at first glance, this sword emperor Jun recognized it at a glance, it was the Sancai Sword!

"Division... Wen Renyu?" the master blurted out unconsciously, but halfway through speaking, Di Jun immediately changed his words. His current name is Master Wen Renyu, which is a little strange.

Although Di Jun made a small slip of the tongue, it didn't have any effect, because it sounded like this slip of the tongue to Wen Renyu.

"Is it Wen Renyu?"

As a sword saint, there are many people who recognize themselves, and there is nothing strange about Wen Renyu, just now he passed by here, and felt that this person was full of murderous intentions, and wasn't it his own apprentice who was peeping?

"Since you know me, you still dare to attack me?"

Hearing that Renyu was here, Di Jun understood that he couldn't kill Wu Confused today. At the age of sixteen, he had the cultivation of the Sevenfold Heavens back then, and his master Wen Renyu had already attained the Great Perfection of the Eightfold Heavens more than twenty years ago, and Wen Renyu was not an ordinary Eightfold Heaven.

It stands to reason that Di Jun should retreat with interest, but Di Jun is a little curious, the master is known as the first person under the sword venerable for thousands of years, this name is by no means wasted, he was only higher than the master back then, but the swordsmanship alone is not Wen Renyu's opponent.

Wen Renyu is a genius of swordsmanship, and he is a genius of cultivation. When he got the inheritance of Sword Venerable, he felt the gap between his swordsmanship and Sword Venerable, so what about Wen Renyu? Besides, he hadn't seen his master for so many years, and Di Jun wanted to know how his swordsmanship was now.