The figure of the old saint of Long Zhong was empty, and after three inhalations, a shadow-like pine stood in the airspace three hundred and ninety-two miles away. The old saint of Longzhong turned out to be the great saint of the incarnation realm.

Long Zhong's figure stretched out his slender jade fingers, gently pinching Xi Xiwenfeng, and countless line shadows gathered on his fingertips and flew away. After a few inhales, Long Zhong's figure withdrew his jade finger and gently put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed. The white eyebrows condensed, locked up a layer of hoarfrost forest, and said to himself: "What a strong condensation of soldiers."

Long Zhong's figure raised his head and stared at the ridge and green mountains, and his vigorous eyes danced with blue and white flowers. "Xuanji, Xuanming quickly investigate this matter".

Long Zhong's figure raised his eyes into the distance, raised his jade finger and twisted the flying crystal letter. Lock up your eyebrows. "Holy Sword Mountain knows about this"?

Long Zhong's figure stared at Jingxin, his brows knotted together, and his face became very solemn. "Who forged the virtual soldier"?

A bead of crystal bubble twisted between the fingers, and a circle of crystal light burst out, and the spiritual energy within ten miles was stirred and inhaled, and it retracted into the crystal bubble. Under the blood-red shadow of the sky, an old man with a strange face like a jade tree stood in the shadow of the fire. Scene by scene, scene by scene, disillusionment, as if time was reflowing, and finally stopped on the dragon shadow that devoured the sky.

Long Zhong's figure frowned, this soldier is not shocked, his momentum is not mighty, why would he be so terrifying.

The holy weapons, virtual soldiers, and holy soldiers cast by the Holy Sword Mountain are self-contained, and each refining weapon spirit is to prevent the holy weapon from surrendering. Once there is a "subordinate soldier", a soldier will be lost, and all weapons will be served. This will be a great calamity for the Holy Family.

Long Zhong's figure's face became gloomy and cold, staring at the "Fire Cloud Phoenix" who surrendered to Long Shadow, and rolling dark clouds appeared on his face. Patting the holy bag, he took out a sword shadow crystal card, and said gloomily: "Xuan Mingzi quickly ordered this trader to seal the family domain of tens of thousands of miles, and strictly investigated this saint."

"Holy Sword Order"? The disciples who fled with Long Zhong's figure were so frightened that their faces changed slightly. "One order of the holy sword, the grass of the hundred domains is dry". A thousand years ago, the case of Ethereal Peak. The Holy Sword once moved this order and blocked the "Ethereal Peak" of the Holy Land of the Holy Land. There is a talk in the sanctuary that makes the color change. What is the matter now, if the Holy Gentleman Elder wants to move this order, is he going to block the Yi family. How is this possible.

The Yi family was founded in the distant years of the rise of the Holy Clan, and for tens of millions of years, it was the top family of the Holy Clan, and the Holy Sea City of the three cities of the Holy Domain was held by the Yi family. City Lord Yi is no more than a disciple of the Yi family, how could the Yi family, who is so deep, listen to this order.

Although Xuan Mingzi was full of doubts like all the disciples, he did not dare to hesitate, and took the "Holy Sword Order" and the crystal shaft and fled to Qianhao Peak.

"Return to the city". The Holy Gentleman's divine consciousness expands the airspace of the city. A strange smile appeared on his face. A crystal light tore through the airspace, and the Holy Gentleman and his disciples escaped into the teleportation array, disappearing into the airspace in a flash.

Qianhao Peak, the peak of the Yi family, has stood in the mysterious territory for tens of millions of years, far away from the inner domain of the Holy Clan, but it is a place of worship for all saints of the Holy Clan. The "Holy Book of Changes" in the family's collection is known as the source of all the arts of the holy family and the originator of sacred learning. It is one of the three holy family scriptures of the "Inner Classic", "Outer Classic" and "I Ching".

For tens of millions of years, few saints have seen the I Ching. But he had to come for this scripture, listen to the "Sutra" to understand the arts, and create a hundred schools of magic. The heart of admiration is no less than the worship of the three holy cities. Although it is located in the far frontier, it is extremely prosperous. The clan is extremely prosperous. It's not like the inner family, one surname and one family, unchanged for thousands of years.

As its classics, the Yi nationality has the potential of the Huagai ten thousand ethnic groups. With Yi as the first, the three major ethnic groups of Hi, Couple, and Xiang were divided, and the three surnames were transformed into 29 surnames. Therefore, the three mountains, nine caves, and forty-seven families in the holy area. These forty-seven families are not forty-seven. It's just that the Yi family is too big, and the family that sucks too much is a veritable member of the Holy Clan.

The forty-seventh family can really compete with the Yi family, but the Huang family and the emperor family are respectively the holders of the Holy Family's scriptures "Inner Classic" and "Outer Classic". The remaining forty-four families can be called the family side by side with the three families, just because the three families of Yi, Huang, and Emperor are far away from the inner realm of the Holy Domain and hold the three frontiers of the Holy Family. The sage of the inner region only knows its name, but does not know its potential.

The prosperity of the Holy Clan, tens of millions of years, and its events are difficult to verify now, and they are all legends of the Holy Land. How big is the momentum of the Yi family, it is difficult to say the secret of the history of the saint clan for tens of millions of years.

Qianhao Peak, the momentum of reaching the sky, holding the sun in the hand, standing majestically in the vast mountain shadows, like a black pillar in the sky, straight into the top of the clouds, looking down on the top of the mountain, the wind is leisurely and the valley is windy, the fog is deep and the stream is smoking, overlooking the sea of clouds and rolling waves, overlooking the mountains in the distance.

The pines and cypresses between the peaks are luxuriant, ten thousand years of life, strange flowers and green grasses, thousands of years do not wither, but a mountain has four seasons, ten miles of different days. A continuous mountain shadow comes into view, shrouded in the fog of sometimes clear and sometimes ups and downs, which looks mysterious and beautiful.

Suddenly, a wave of rolling green dragons shook their heads and tails in the strange mountains, twisted long bodies, coiled with the shadows of thousands of mountains, like dark green dragon scales dancing in a mirror, roaring and surging away, rolling up layers of green waves.

Between the crests and valleys, the blue and blue are superimposed, the smoke is surging, an isolated bridge, across the body of a thousand zhang dragon, the bridge body is dotted, the quality is like a rune, as deep as a rune hole, faint and faint with the ancient pale color, the bridge deck is rainy and rainy, the cold wind is blowing, the blue-black bridge plate seems to crack with deep lines, accidentally stepped on it, the sound is crisp and sound like a collapse.

A cloud of fog and shadow floated in, like a dexterous white crane flying on the bridge, spreading its white wings and black feathers, and leading its shins to roar and roar as the dragon roared and the crane groaned. The shadow of the crane is just breathing, and it seems that thousands of flowers are emerging, gazing at the pupils, a few golden cloud flowers, reflecting layers of fog shadows, slowly opening, like a jade bead with dew, flashing with dizzy light.

A ray of light and shadow slashed through the fog with the shadow of the flower. A saint priest wearing green armor escaped out of the light gate, stared at the shadow of the ancient rhyme bridge, and hurriedly knelt down at the bridge. "The Holy Sword Mountain Sword Envoy Xuan Mingzi, in accordance with the instructions of the elders and the Holy Gentleman, sent the 'Holy Sword Order'."

Several flying crane shadows hovered in the fog area of the bridge, condensing the shadows of lush trees, a unique building silhouette was faint, a boulder in front of the building was lying on its side, on which sat a long-haired old saint, fishing in a small ripple pond, the pond was not big, it seemed to be condensed on the roaring rolling green dragon.

The sound of vigor sounded. "Xuan Ming's nephews have all arrived at the house, so you don't need such a courtesy, send it over! The old thing of the holy gentleman, that bone is itching again, take a broken token, and turn over the river and the sea What do you want to do."

Xuan Mingzi didn't dare to get up, holding the "Holy Sword Order" high, and hanging down Hei Linlin's long hair. "The family teacher is casting the 'Gate of the Wasteland', the time is tight, and there are no extra disciples to handle this matter, so I specially use the 'Holy Sword Order' to ask the Yi clan to check this saint."

"Hey, this old thing, don't feel at ease to build his 'Gate of the Wasteland', he always causes something, who is so bold that the 'gentleman' will use force." A line of fog flew, like a naughty hand, twisted the crystal shaft in Xuanmingzi's hand, and disappeared into the shadow of the bridge.

The holy shadow on the lying stone pulled open the crystal shaft and looked at it, smiling faintly. "Condensing Qi Realm Saint, do you still need to do such a fight? and use the 'Holy Sword Order'? What does this old thing want to do? Treat my Yi family as a small sect. The holy gentleman can have his last words".

Xuan Mingzi's face changed, and in front of himself, he scolded the master and the holy gentleman for the first time in thousands of years. "The family teacher said that this saint stole the void soldiers of the Holy Sword Mountain."

"Hmm-", before Xuan Mingzi could finish speaking, the Lying Stone Holy Shadow pulled a long hum sound. "I thought of it, go back and tell the holy gentleman to finish casting the 'Gate of the Wasteland', go back to the Holy Sword Mountain as soon as possible, and rectify the mountain rules, in the past thousand years, either the Holy Soldier or the Void Soldier, the arsenal of my Holy Domain has let the Holy Sword Mountain be managed like this, and sooner or later the mountain will be lost."

Xuan Mingzi lowered his head, holding the "Holy Sword Order", and did not dare to say more.

"Xuan Mingzi take this order back, tell the old thing, I know this, the virtual soldier will enter the holy realm, and he should be a soldier of the holy clan, of course, he can't fall into the hands of a foreign race. If you don't mess with the holy realm and let the people use it, why not? Why do you have to collect it in the Holy Sword Mountain. However, I will strictly investigate this saint and let him enter the holy sword mountain." The shadow of the lying stone gradually disappeared into the shadow of the bridge.

On the foggy shadow of the bridge, only Xuan Mingzi was left kneeling at the head of the bridge, holding the "Holy Sword Order" and not knowing what to do. Sure enough, as the master expected. The Yi family really doesn't give face to the Holy Sword Mountain. Xuan Mingzi bowed impatiently, stood up, tore open the airspace, and disappeared into the light gate.

The fog and shadow of the bridge area swirled, and the winding mountain path was reflected in the mist, and a cloud band fell between the clouds, connecting the hill-like islands around the lake. On the fog path, a long-haired old saint, dressed in a remnant cloud suit, slowly walked away with his hands behind his back. Behind him were several children, some carrying baskets and some carrying fishing rods. A few childish heys sounded, and there were four holy children pulling the lying stone.

"Be light, be light, get close to the Qianxiao Palace, don't break it." The long-haired old saint muttered, but his face was very gloomy.

"Hey! Holy Sword Mountain! is becoming more and more domineering, whoever casts the virtual soldiers has become his family, he could still fish for a hundred years, live a peaceful life, and he must not be busy with his family's virtual soldiers." The long-haired old saint muttered as he walked, not happy to hear what it meant, and had to do it.

The long-haired old saint muttered two words, flashing the shadow of the temple in front of the peak. "Yi Qin, Yi Yuan follow me into the palace".

The blue light flashed, and the long-haired old saint sat on the throne of strange beasts. The aura of the hall flickered, and the two beautiful saints stood in the airspace, bowing deeply to the long-haired old saint. "I have seen the head of the house".

The long-haired old saint smiled indifferently. "Yi Qin, your business is here, the saint on this crystal shaft is a troublemaker, and he stabbed the backbone of the Holy Sword Mountain, grabbed him, and asked him to go to the Holy Sword Mountain to refine the sword, don't be blind with a virtual soldier outside."

"It's the head of the house." Yi Qin pursed his lips, and the head of the family, Yi Xiao, spoke like this, and the patriarchs in the clan were used to it.

Yi Xiao looked at Yi Yuan, who was standing with his hands down. "In the early morning of Yi Yuan, you shouted and screamed, and smashed me with Jingxin, I don't know why."

Yi Yuanxiang raised his eyebrows, and he sighed in his heart. I said that I have not received the oracle of the head of the family so far. It turned out that Jingxin, who was busy, didn't even look at it. He said softly: "Family master, five days ago, in the place where the original 'Gate of the Wasteland' was destroyed, a holy priest appeared, saying that he came from the wasteland."

"Oh, I didn't catch it, did I, it was easy to forgive, my hand was slippery, or the saint was fast!". Yi Xiao interrupted Yi Yuan's words, and his heart was like a mirror, needless to say, he ran away again. This doesn't seem to be the first one. (To be continued......)