Since the establishment of the Sword Sect, it has been ten thousand years, and after the great war between humans and demons, the Sword Sect has quietly risen. A drink and a peck are also predetermined. After the Sword Sect was ravaged by demons, the Hundred Sects of the Human Race achieved themselves because of their weakness, but they were also almost destroyed because of the evil venerable among the three demons and evil venerables.

Thankfully, it's all in the past. After Chang Li erupted with the power of the sun and the moon, the evil venerable had no choice but to burst out with the power of the law, so he was taken away by the law enforcers of the Kyushu world, and the Kyushu world was one less scourge, but the predecessors of the Sword Sect were all eroded by the power of the six decays, and finally died soon.

When the Sect Master of the Sword Sect came face to face with Hao Zhuang, he quickly noticed his strange appearance, and his eyes showed a hint of surprise, and asked him, "Are you my disciple of the Sword Sect?"

Haozhuang nodded slightly, he still respected the predecessors of the Sword Sect from the bottom of his heart.

"Hey, I thought that after I left, the Sword Sect would cut off the inheritance, but I didn't think that eight hundred years later, there would still be people who would be able to cultivate the Heaven and Earth Sword Technique at the same time!" Although the strength of the former sect master of the Sword Sect had reached the True Immortal Realm, he still couldn't get rid of the power of the six decays in his body. The anger passed slowly, but he didn't care, and with a hint of amazement in his words, he said to Haozhuang.

"The inheritance of the Sword Sect is almost lost, and the Heaven and Earth Sword Technique is what I obtained from the broken ancestor statue of the Sword Sect. "Haozhuang didn't hide much.

As soon as his words fell, the white bird flying in the sky suddenly let out a long and mournful sound. Haozhuang's heart trembled, and he hurriedly looked up at the sky, and was about to fly to check the situation of the white bird, but the Sword Sect Patriarch grabbed Haozhuang, and when he was about to speak, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

"You don't have to panic, that's the normal phenomenon of her refining the Mixed Yuan Jin Dan, and now she is using the power of the Jin Dan to forcibly recall the scattered souls, so there is such a movement, you just have to wait patiently." After he finished speaking, he reached out and wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, and then sighed again, and said: "This mixed yuan golden pill was conceived by the spiritual temperature of heaven and earth for tens of thousands of years, and it should be a spiritual treasure that dominates the world, but I don't want to be swallowed and refined by your female companion before the golden pill gives birth to spiritual wisdom, it's really a big fate!

He was halfway through his words, and after saying a word of pity, he frowned, but in the end he didn't continue.

Haozhuang's brows furrowed slightly, and he didn't say anything, but when he looked up at the three-legged white bird, he was a little nervous.

Chang Li blew up the three-legged golden crow that fused with her soul and spirit to save Haozhuang and the others, and before it was too late for Haozhuang to grieve for it, he encountered another turnaround.

"Boy, for the sake of the old man, I'm about to die, tell me, how is the current Sword Sect?" The patriarch's eyes were fixed on Haozhuang, and he began to inquire about the current situation of the Sword Sect.

Now he is resisting the power of the six decays in his body with all his might, so he can't go back to the Sword Sect to see in person, where he grew up, practiced martial arts, and practiced martial arts, just before he was about to die, but it made him extremely nostalgic, and he couldn't help but care in his heart.

Haozhuang nodded slightly, and when he sat down opposite him, he began to slowly talk to him about the current situation of the Sword Sect.

As soon as he was halfway through his words, some weaker or older Sword Sect masters spat blood and fell to the ground, after they died, their bodies quickly decayed, and in the end, but in an instant, they turned into a pile of white bones, and then scattered into flying ashes, and when the wind blew, they scattered between heaven and earth.

"Being born in heaven and earth and returning to heaven and earth is really a good fate! Heaven and man are declining, it seems that I can't hide from it!" Although the Sword Sect Patriarch's skill is the highest, he is the oldest group of people.

And the older you get, the more you are affected by the power of the six decays. He let out a long sigh, a hint of determination appeared in his eyes, and two swords, one blue and one purple, appeared in his hands.

"Boy, these two divine weapons are named Zixia, Qingwu, and they are the inheritance swords of my Sword Sect for generations, you can bring them back to the Sword Sect!" As soon as his words fell, before Haozhuang could react, his body turned into dust and dissipated between heaven and earth like other Sword Sect disciples.

Haozhuang's face was a little stiff and he glanced at the two divine weapons in his hand, and he was speechless for a while.

"And my forgotten snow will also be brought back to the Sword Sect with me", "My Aoyagi", "My Broken River", "My"

The Sword Sect Ancestor seemed to have made a start, and they mobilized their final strength one after another, manifesting the natal sword that fused with their own primordial gods, and forcibly cut off the connection with it.

Just to be able to prevent the sword that had accompanied them from dissipating with them all their lives, most of the Sword Sect masters who could have held out for another hour or half an hour turned into ashes one after another.

Ying Caixia's face was full of remorse, and she held a colorful sword in her hand. After looking at Hao Zhuang for a long time, he suddenly spoke: "I am a sinner of the Sword Sect, if I had just been back then, it would have been over." Boy, my 'Tangram' is also with you, as early as 800 years ago, it has already given birth to its own sword spirit, you must treat it well!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her body also turned into a cloud of ash and disappeared between heaven and earth, leaving only a divine sword that bloomed with colorful light and kept making a 'buzzing' sound.

"Hey, I didn't expect that after 800 years of suppressing the evil venerable, we still can't escape death. Boy, my sword has been broken back then, this is the key to the secret realm of my Sword Sect, after you return to the Sword Sect, open it, it will give you an unimaginable surprise!"

His beard was gray, and his face was very old. Like a hundred-year-old man, his shape is withered and decrepit. But judging from his clothes and facial features, when he was young, he must have been a peerless master with rich and handsome spirits.

One after another Sword Sect disciples either entrusted their divine weapons to Haozhuang, or left a last word to Haozhuang and then died with a bitter face.

"It's a shame to be so ugly when you die!" "Yes, I don't know if I can have a next life." "I don't think it's gone, the six decays of heaven and man, the body and soul are all dissipated, I'm afraid that in the future, there will be no more us between heaven and earth!"

"I, I'm not reconciled, I haven't found a Taoist companion yet, I don't want to die!" "Xiaoyang, you don't want to die either. ”

Not every master of the Sword Sect has a divine weapon that can be passed on to future generations, and in the end, there are only more than fifty divine weapons in Haozhuang's hands, and the most of them is a man with a thin body and a lewd face.

He took out a full eight divine weapons from a Qiankun bag on his waist, and when he saw Haozhuang looking at him with a strange face, he also blushed slightly, and said, "That's my hobby, after you go back to the Sword Sect, can you set up a tablet for me." I thought, forget it, it's going to be extinguished anyway, even if there is incense, I can't enjoy it. Let's go, boy, take good care of the Sword Sect. (To be continued.) )