Above the sky, with that earth-shattering roar, everything fell silent.

The white giant sword was split in an instant, and the domineering sword shadow that was originally across the sky suddenly disappeared into invisibility. Everything is silent, and in an instant, everything ceases to exist.

Not only that, but even the Heavenly Sealing Divine Sword seemed to have disappeared along with the white giant sword, and the dazzling purple light that originally filled the heavens and the earth, at that moment, seemed to have been suddenly swept away by someone's big hand that covered the heavens and the earth, and all the colors that were originally imposed on it, the ghostly cold purple color disappeared in an instant, as if it had never come.

Everything is as usual, the sun is warm and bright, the white clouds are curling, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful. Liwu Mountain is still so tall and lush, and the aura is dense. Everything is so familiar and beautiful.

Could it be that all the horrors, all the killings, the deadly Heaven Sealing Divine Sword and the fatal blow were all dreams and empty flowers, just a light nightmare in everyone's heart?

Perhaps, this mountain is still lofty, the water is still clear, the wind is still gentle, and the sunshine is still warm.

It's really a dream, after waking up from the dream, all life and death, all joys and sorrows, all anger and entanglements are far away from every heart of being a good person, let the beauty and peace, embrace me again!

In this way, it is a white head overnight, and I am willing to change!

However, the billowing smoke and dust under the sunlight, the low mournful roar of the fairy sword, and the sound of the disciples curled up and in pain all over the mountain, made people clearly realize that this was not a dream at all, everything was just now, and all the killing and suffering were real, so real that they couldn't live in pain.

Ling Yijian floated in mid-air, the momentum in his eyes had disappeared now, he was floating in mid-air like that, without a trace of companionship, the sun was gentle, the breeze blew through his snow-like hair, and gently fluttered with the red clothes. Suddenly he seemed a little lonely and lonely.

Is this the result of his heart's mind and heart? If he wins, what can he do? He is the king and hegemon, and this world is full of devastation, and this cultivator can have nothing left but mourn all over the wilderness?

Such trauma is hidden in the bottom of my heart and will never be dissipated.

Ling Yijian lowered his head and gently stroked the Fengtian Divine Sword in his arms, the Fengtian Divine Sword that had a deceptive momentum, indomitable, and domineering, was now lying quietly in his arms, with a faint purple light, as if the child who had just fallen asleep suddenly opened his eyes after being gently caressed by his relatives.

The purple light is misty, beautiful and psychedelic, how can there be any momentum of the divine sword? This is like a plaything that Ling Yijian carries with him, who can associate it with the Heaven and Earth Killing Weapon.

In fact, just now, it was the powerful blow of this docile cat-like Heaven Sealing Divine Sword that shattered the huge white sword qi in all parts, and then nearly 10,000 disciples were hit hard, and they all stood unsteadily, either unconscious in an instant, or now curled up on the ground, wailing non-stop.

Immediately afterwards, tens of thousands of dim and dull immortal swords, like a storm, fell to the ground from the sky in an instant, screaming like a helpless dead leaf, and the crisp sound resounded endlessly throughout the entire Liwu Mountain.

Then, everything fell silent.

The broken sword is full of smoke and desolation.

This is, the power of sealing the sky?

Ling Yijian shook his head, and suddenly there was a burst of anger in his heart for no reason, and he threw the sealed sky into the void fiercely, turned his head violently, and didn't look at it again.

"This time, you've gone a little too far!" Ling Yijian seemed to be saying something to someone.

There was no one around, only him and the Heaven Sealing Divine Sword floating in the void, who could he talk to?

Could it be the same as this sword? This was extremely powerful just now, and now the meek and gentle Fengtian Divine Sword could understand Ling Yijian's words.

However, the Heavenly Divine Sword was thrown fiercely by its master, as if it was full of grievances, and it kept hovering around Ling Yijian's red figure, hovering lightly while slowly whispering.

Listen carefully, it's like an ignorant child who has done something wrong, wrapped around his relatives, constantly coquettish and whispering.

Ling Yijian glanced at the Heaven Sealing Divine Sword that he threw out, then slowly shook his head and said, "Alas, this is also my own sin, blame you for what you did!"

After saying that, he beckoned to the Heavenly Divine Sword, and the Heavenly Heavenly Divine Sword felt that Ling Yijian was no longer angry, and with a cheerful sound, a purple light swept across the sky.

When he looked at it again, he was already lying firmly in Ling Yijian's arms.

Ling Yijian shook his head again and slowly turned around, looking at the world under the firmament.

About half of the countless disciples in white Liwu Sect costumes have passed out, and some of them still have residual consciousness, but they are also in a trance, their bodies curled up, and they are constantly moaning and wailing as their souls are injured.

Only a very small number of disciples were not seriously injured because they were on the periphery of the attack wave, and even then, the power to summon the flying sword again was gone.

Ling Yijian suddenly remembered someone, his heart was shocked, and he suddenly looked towards the center of the array, only to see that Zeng Ruijin, who was dressed in pale yellow clothes, and the other three disciples beside him had already flown out five zhang away, and they all fainted.

The corners of Zeng Ruijin's mouth were bleeding, and his face was like paper money. Among the four chief disciples, he was the most seriously injured, and the other three were only traumatized, while he was injured to the vital energy, and even the Yuan Ying Ying Ji was almost shattered.

Because he mobilized the eye of the formation and manipulated the Separation Sword Formation, the other three were just auxiliaries, so this sword array was shattered, and Zeng Ruijin was the first to bear the brunt.

Ling Yijian looked at it for a long time, and was sure that Zeng Ruijin's life was not in danger, so he slowly withdrew his eyes, sighed lowly, and said: "What's the trouble, if you don't insist on resisting, you will already become the chief disciple of my Sword Valley now, and you won't be injured and destroy your triple cultivation!"

The sorrow in that voice did not seem to be fake.

Suddenly, the tightly closed door of the Great Hall of Sorrow suddenly opened, and a cold white light shot out, and the white light was sharp and incredible, stabbing straight towards Ling Yijian in mid-air.

In mid-air, white light flashed and roared.

As soon as Ling Yijian turned his head, he felt that the white light in front of him was awe-inspiring, and the killing intent was piercing.

Looking at it closely, a white light rushed straight towards him wrapped in endless determination, and Ling Yijian snorted coldly: "What a gut!"

The sound disappeared, the white light flashed, Ling Yijian suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and the white light had to suddenly stop where Ling Yijian disappeared, constantly circling, it seemed that even it couldn't figure out whether the red-clothed figure just now was a real person or an illusion.

At the same time, a white figure shot out from the Great Hall of Sorrow, his white clothes fluttering, and his eyes were full of horror.

It was the white-clothed Chu Xiao. The white light just now was the Asking Heart Immortal Sword that Chu Xiao was angry and had already taken Ling Yijian straight away without going out of the door.

Chu Xiao was already a figure at the peak of the Yuan Infant, one foot had already stepped into the cultivation of the Mahayana period, and the Asking Heart Sword was known for its speed, but under Ling Yijian's completely defenseless situation, it suddenly attacked, this kind of power, Chu Xiao was confident that the cultivators within the Mahayana triple could not hide at all.

But with this thunderous blow, looking at it again, Ling Yijian actually disappeared out of thin air, disappeared without a trace, and could not be searched for any breath.

Chu Xiao was shocked, and deeply felt that Ling Yijian, the valley master of the Sword Valley, had really cultivated to be a lone step!

"Boy, are you guessing how I could have dodged your attack, right? Don't forget that the Mahayana triple or above can move instantly, I just put a virtual image in front of you, you don't even know!" Ling Yijian's voice suddenly sounded from an unknown place.

What is it! Virtual image, it turned out that Fang Fang was smiling in the sky, that vivid Ling Yijian was not himself, but just a virtual image! But this virtual image is too realistic!

A big hand, suddenly pressed towards the Asking Heart Fairy Sword that was still hovering in the sky, the Asking Heart Fairy Sword seemed to feel that this big hand was not his master's breath at all, a clear sound, as if he wanted to break free from this big hand, but the white light just flashed, the big hand had firmly grasped the Asking Heart Sword, and couldn't help but mention it, no matter how hard the Asking Heart Sword struggled, it would not escape the doom of falling into the hands of others!

Chu Xiao's heart was shocked, his face was like ashes, no matter how he pinched the trick, the Asking Heart Sword couldn't break free from Ling Yijian's big hand, so he had to scream heavily.

In an instant, Chu Xiao was in a trance, and a hundred thousand thoughts flashed in his heart, his natal immortal sword was held in Ling Yijian's hand, and if he used a little force, the sword would be destroyed by him. If the sword breaks the person, his own life will also come to an end.

He suddenly thought of the secret he had buried in his heart for so many years, and if he died, the secret would never be known!

He suddenly thought that in addition to this secret, there is also his own master, and he is afraid that he will have nothing to love in this life! That secret is a matter of life and death for him, and for others, it may not be insignificant, his own master is like a sea of kindness to his teacher, and if he dies like this, it can be regarded as a heroic martyrdom, and the master is afraid that he will have no regrets!

In this way, there is really no nostalgia, Chu Xiao slowly closed his eyes, there was a wind blowing in his ears, Chu Xiao knew that he would not be able to hear it after all.

Suddenly, a pink figure suddenly appeared in his mind, smiling at him like that, calling him, Brother Chu Xiao......

Chu Xiao's heart suddenly tightened, maybe the biggest regret in this life is that I can't see her, maybe my death can't exchange her for a trace of sadness, in her heart she will just think that the senior brother who once gave her a pill is gone, maybe, there will be a tear or two because of these, that's all!

A trace of bitter smile, a trace of loneliness, and a trace of unwillingness, occupied the heart of this man who was once fearless.

Just when Chu Xiao thought that he was going to die, a voice was full of anger and said: "Ling Yijian, dignified sword venerable, master of a valley, bullying a junior, aren't you afraid of others laughing at you? You first tore me apart from the Sorrow Forbidden System, injured a group of disciples like me, and made me leave the Sorrow Mountain full of wounded soldiers, and now you want to destroy my Sorrow Second Disciple's Conscience Natal Immortal Sword, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to end it? You destroyed his Natal Immortal Sword to try, my old bone is fighting for your life, and I won't let you get out of the way!"

Chu Xiao opened his eyes suddenly, and when he looked back, an old figure slowly walked out, his face was like frost, staring at Ling Yijian in mid-air. It is his own teacher, the Venerable Master Qingxuan.

"Master......" Chu Xiao was just about to speak, but Qing Xuan suddenly waved his hand to signal that it was not necessary.

Ling Yijian smiled, and the red figure moved, and it had already fallen in the Liwu Square, about ten zhang away from Chu Xiao Qingxuan, standing steadily on the spot.

"Hehehe, I should be a Qi Nan, it turns out that you Qingxuan! You are indeed a little worse than Qi Nan, but you can barely talk to me, but you reminded me, I asked Jian Gu and you have no grudges against the Sorrow Sect, today I was forced to judge by the third family of Xiuzhen, what natal immortal sword deity is not interested, and you are!"

After that, he seemed to casually throw the sword of inquiry in his hand towards Chu Xiao.

But it was this seemingly casual action, but there were countless sword flashes of conscience in Chu Xiao's eyes, completely obliterating all his possibilities of dodging, and it was even more impossible to catch it hard, and it would definitely be a sword piercing the heart.

Chu Xiao was already on the spot, and the Asking Heart Sword was whistling and coming in the blink of an eye.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, an old and withered hand had firmly grasped the Questioning Fairy Sword that flew upside down and galloped back.

Chu Xiao's shocked mind was a little dazed by this series of changes, where had he had such a painful defeat since he was born!

Looking up, it was his master Qingxuan, who lightly stretched his ape arm, and when he couldn't make a move, he actually held the Sword of Inquiry steadily, and his face was full of waves, and there was no effort at all.

With a slight smoothness, he had already handed the sword to Chu Xiao, nodded slightly, and said: "The carving insect skills, also come to show off, Chu Xiao, put it away!"

Chu Xiao hurriedly took the Questioning Sword, and the Questioning Heart made a clear sound, and behind Chu Xiao, a streamer of light had disappeared.

"Hehe, it's really Qing Xuan, but his cultivation is very powerful, it seems that I haven't seen you for many years, and your exercises are not much worse than Qi Xuan! Of course, except that he is the head of the sect and can control the Immortal Hidden Divine Sword, Qing Xuan, you are not jealous?" Ling Yijian smiled suddenly, and said indifferently.

His intentions are really poisonous enough, and he seems to say these words inadvertently, but in fact, intentionally or unintentionally, he provokes the relationship between Qingxuan and Qi Xuan.

It's just that Qing Xuan didn't move in a few words, and said with a smile: "How can my Qing Xuan's cultivation be compared to my senior brother, my senior brother's merit and creation, although he has the support of the Divine Sword Immortal, but he is doing some compassionate things, where are some people, relying on some divine soldiers, they will be guilty, and act as a pioneer for those eagle dogs who work for the emperors of the world, but let the poor Dao laugh!"

When Ling Yijian heard this, his eyebrows stood three times, and he couldn't say a word, and suddenly waved his hand and said: "That's it, I'm just trying the power of my Heavenly Sealing Sword, as for hurting those disciples, if you are injured, you will be injured, if you are angry, you can go to me and ask the Sword Valley to go back! I'm just judging others and asking for justice!"

After speaking, he shouted at Tongyun and said: "I said, Ouyang family's, Shangguan's family, and Beigong family's are still judging whether you are reasoning or not? What are you doing on the clouds, hurry down, from now on, I will no longer make a move, the two of you will not help each other, you two will reason by yourself, and the deity will find a place to sleep!"

After speaking, he looked around, lay down under a big tree, and said to himself: "It's really cool under the big tree! It would be nice to have a pot of tea, but it's a pity, the best bamboo in the world has been extinct!

Above the clouds, the three masters were so confused by Ling Yijian's appearance that they looked at each other. I had to lower the cloud head and stand still opposite Qingxuan.

At the same time, Lu Wujian, Phantom Dust Master, Ning Wanme, Jing Lijian, Yixin Daoren, Tianyi, and Tianyi also slowly walked out of the main hall, and when they saw the mess in front of the hall and the wounded everywhere, they all frowned tightly.

Lu Wujian saw Zeng Ruijin lying in the middle of the square, already fainting, and hurriedly whispered: "Second and fifth, go and see how your senior brother's injuries are!"

Bai Limu responded and walked towards Zeng Ruijin, but the little apprentice Lin Yizhi beside him was stunned like a wood carved clay sculpture, motionless!

Lu Wujian frowned, and said sharply: "Old Five, what are you stunned about, isn't it all because of you, don't hurry up!"

In fact, no one knew that the moment Lin Yizhi walked out of the main hall, he heard something that Ling Yijian had inadvertently mentioned, and he stood on the spot like a lightning strike, with deep doubts and sadness in his eyes.

Because he heard the name that once belonged to all his memories, and that name had been sealed for a long time - Zhu Tianqingye!

He still remembered that it was the bamboo Tianqing Ye that his father-in-law told his life experience. It was the home he had never met - Yin Li Sect, a unique property of Yin Lan Valley.

With the death of his father-in-law, and as he worshiped the Sect of Divorce and was able to hide his identity as an orphan of the Demon Gate, this name had already been sealed by him for five full years.

However, now, it was inadvertently said by this person called Ling Yijian, was this a coincidence, or did he already know his own father?

In Lin Yizhi's mind, there was no room for other voices, only those five big characters: 澶, bamboo, heaven, clear, leaf, lingering in his soul and lingering for a long time......