The Third Prince of Xiandao sneered, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he said categorically: "I only came here for two things this time!"

"First, take back the Juque Sword! A year ago, I was going to go back when I won the Juque Sword in Xiandao, but you Honghuang this Mu Qing really don't know what to do, not to mention taking away the Juque Sword, and killing thousands of people in my Xiandao, how could I return to Xiandao with such shame!"

After a pause, the eyes of the third prince of Xiandao flowed with a trace of coldness, and he showed a cruel smile, and said coldly: "The second thing, Mu Qing must die!"

Gongsun Guyue nodded, and said in a deep voice: "There is no doubt about this, the Demon Punishment Battlefield is his grave!"

......

Five days passed in a blink of an eye, and the melee of the hundred clans gradually came to an end. ()

In the past five days, the name of the Star Alliance Mu Qing has spread rapidly on the Flood Desolate Continent, no matter how big or small the sect is, how high or low the cultivation is, they have more or less heard some rumors of this hundred clan scuffle.

Star Alliance, the top of Immortal Mountain.

The three star monarchs sat on the ground, and not far away, the god stick squinted his eyes, leisurely and freehand, in a half-asleep state.

Ziwei Xingjun recovered his body this time, broke through the realm again, and reached the completion of the merger, almost standing at the peak of the combat power of the Flood Wilderness, his eyes were blazing, his black hair was dancing chaotically, and his whole body exuded vitality.

And the Seven Killing Star Monarch and the Broken Army Star Monarch are much different, the two fought in the Star Alliance, burned Shouyuan several times, and were extremely injured, at this time they have already shown a little old state, their beard is gray, and there is a trace of twilight between their gestures.

Ziwei Xingjun sighed secretly in his heart, there were only two ways for them to go in this situation, one was to break through the realm, and the other was to find an elixir that could prolong their life.

After some time, presumably Lin Yi's immortal pool water will be condensed, and if it is given to the two of them, it can temporarily solve the crisis.

Ziwei Xingjun looked at the Divine Stick and couldn't help but ask out loud, "Divine Stick, you don't seem to be worried about Lin Yi's catastrophe at all?"

The god stick turned sideways and snorted lazily: "What's the use of worrying, you won't come if you shouldn't come, and you can't hide from what you should dodge." ”

Shen Stick said again: "Let's just talk about Lin Yi, it's not that I haven't stopped it, although I temporarily changed the trajectory of his fate at that time, I still couldn't hide in the end." Changing one's life against the sky, hum, from ancient times to the present, there are only a few people. ”

"Lin Yi's Hundred Clans melee this time is perfect, such a genius, I really don't want him to have an accident, alas!" Ziwei Xingjun sighed lightly.

Flood Eastern Regions, Yijian Sect.

Three years have passed, and although the Sword Sect does not seem to have changed much, it can clearly feel that the sect is weak and lifeless.

Three years ago, in just a few months, the sect suffered a tragic change and was invaded by the Danxia faction, when Lin Qingfeng was seriously injured and dying, unable to resist, the sect master Ling Zheng and Jindan monk Du Suyue were also injured, retreating and recuperating, the sect had no choice but to make a compromise and abandon Shisha.

After that, the sect was even more taken advantage of by Hanyuan Valley, Yu Ming took this opportunity to make waves, the disciples of the sect walked, the wounded, and the dead, until Lin Yi returned from the land of gods and demons, and gradually stabilized the situation.

Counter-killed Yu Ming, killed Song Hanyan, a traitor to the Yijian Sect, and brought back the ancient divine 'medicine' to his master Lin Qingfeng to save his dying life.

However, in order not to involve the sect, Lin Yi had no choice but to betray the Yi Sword Sect, and Zhu Feng knelt down and left with tears.

It didn't take long for Lin Qingfeng to recover from his injuries and step into the realm of half-step Yuan Infant, feeling that his cultivation was insufficient and he could not save the decline of the sect, so he had to retreat again, wanting to use the "medicine" power of the ancient god's "medicine" to break through to the Yuan Infant stage in one fell swoop, and then go out of the customs.

Nearly two years have passed, and Lin Qingfeng is still in retreat and cultivating, and he has not taken half a step.

Only the sect leader Ling Zheng and Du Suyue are left in the sect, and they can barely support it.

In the middle, if it weren't for Lin Yi's chance, he used the state of turning demons to kill the Lord of Hanyuan Valley with the benefit of the black sheath long sword, it is estimated that the Yi Sword Sect would not be able to last for three years.

After this incident, the talents of the sect withered, and the disciples and elders were even more scattered, and the original Nuoda sect now has only dozens of disciples left, which can be described as extremely desolate.

The Yi Sword Sect originally had several mountains with strong spiritual energy, but now there was only one Bamboo Peak left.

Among the disciples, the strongest cultivators are Ye Wan'er and Zhang Dalong.

The former has the help of Lin Yi's ancient god 'medicine', and his cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, and he has received Lin Yi's careful guidance in the land of the sword mound, and now he has reached the peak of foundation building.

And Zhang Dalong was rescued by Lin Yi three years ago, and since then, his "temperament" has changed greatly, he is so good at fighting injustice, practicing hard, and he has also reached the point of building a foundation.

On this day, Sect Master Ling Zheng stood on the top of the low mountain of Bamboo Peak, looking at the direction of the Hundred Battles Valley, leisurely.

There were two monks standing behind Ling Zheng, who were none other than Ye Wan'er and Zhang Dalong of the Yi Sword Sect.

Ye Wan'er is only in her early twenties now, but she is extremely watery, standing pretty, like a water lotus, white and flawless.

Zhang Dalong is also much calmer, he doesn't want to be like before, "Mao" hands and "Mao" feet, often helps his fellow disciples in the sect, and has a high reputation among the disciples.

Ye Wan'er and Zhang Dalong could only see Ling Zheng's back, but they couldn't see his complicated expression.

Ling Zheng seemed to be talking to himself: "The melee of the hundred clans has started again, it's a pity that my Sword Sect didn't have the opportunity to participate, I think that the Sword Patriarch was the top ten monks on the Demon Punishment List back then, but now the Sword Sect has fallen into such a situation." Alas, ashamed of the ancestors!"

"I heard that there is a strongest genius in this session of the Hundred Clans Melee, called Mu Qing, and one person has obtained two thousand hundred battle cards, which is really amazing!"

"I don't know what the origin of this Mu Qing is, but he actually has such a talent......

Ling Zheng muttered to himself, and his words were also a little strange, incoherent, and incoherent.

"If you say, If you ...... Xiao Linzi is still in the sect, he must also have a chance to participate in this Hundred Clans War, right? Hehe, it's a pity that ......"

Ling Zheng's words are full of endless regret and full of feelings.

Ye Wan'er didn't say anything.

Ye Wan'er really wanted to tell the sect master, in fact, Mu Qing was Lin Yi, and this Mu Qing was originally a disciple of our Yi Sword Sect.

But Ye Wan'er still held back.

A year ago, she came back from the Land of Sword Shrines, listened to Lin Yi's advice, and did not dare to "reveal" his identity, and now she is the only one who knows Lin Yi's true identity in the Yi Sword Sect.

Zhang Dalong said in a deep voice: "In my opinion, if Senior Brother Lin is here, not only is he qualified to participate in the Battle of the Hundred Clans, but he will also be able to leave his name on the Demon Punishment List! You must know that Senior Brother Lin is the only monk who has comprehended the art of sword fighting except for the Sword Ancestor!"

"Yes, yes, Xiao Linzi knows how to play swordsmanship. Ling Zheng nodded.

Ling Zheng showed a lonely smile and said in a low voice: "The wisest thing I have done in my life is to admit Xiao Linzi into the sect, the most foolish thing I have done is to neglect him for six years, and the most regrettable thing I have ever done is to hand over Xiao Shi to the Danxia faction, and even let Xiao Linzi leave the sect." ”

"The Yijian Sect originally had the opportunity to grow strong in my hands, but I missed the opportunity, as long as I gave up my life and death at that time, and let Xiao Linzi stay in the sect, maybe it would be ......."

When it came to Xiaoshi and Xiaolinzi, Ye Wan'er's expression was complicated, and she was silent for a while in her heart.

Seeing this, Zhang Dalong sighed and said: "The sect master was also helpless back then, if he didn't hand over Senior Brother Shi, I'm afraid that the Yijian Sect would be wiped out by the Danxia faction at that time." As for Senior Brother Lin...... Alas, these things have passed, and Senior Brother Lin has long since fallen in the Valley of Silence. ”

Ling Zao slowly turned around, looked at Ye Wan'er and Zhang Dalong, and said abruptly: "When people are old, they always love to sigh, and they think 'chaotically', you don't have to care." ”

Ye Wan'er said: "Sect Master, you are a Jindan monk, and you have hundreds of years of life. ”

Ling Zheng's eyes darkened, his eyes showed a vicissitudes of seeing through the world, and he said softly: "My limit is approaching, and now I have less than ten years of life." ”

"What?"

Ye Wan'er and Zhang Dalong were shocked, and their eyes were "revealed" with an unbelievable "color".

For some reason, looking at the old man in front of her, Ye Wan'er's nose was sore, she felt a burst of pain in her heart, and tears swirled in her eyes and slowly dripped down.

Ling Zheng waved his hand freely and said: "It doesn't have to be like this, it should be like this." Immortality is just a legend after all, as long as you are a monk, you can't avoid death, the difference between early or late. ”

Ling Zao looked at Ye Wan'er and the two, and said softly: "Wan'er, Dalong, you are very good. Don't give up on the sect, if Senior Brother Lin breaks through the Yuanying, the Yijian Sect will definitely prosper again, and you are the hope of the disciples of the sect!"

Ye Wan'er and the two nodded hurriedly.

Ling Zheng smiled reluctantly, took a deep breath, and sighed: "It's a pity, I can't see it." ”

Ling Zheng suddenly became unhappy and walked away lonely.

The originally tall back, under the reflection of the setting sun, gradually elongated and elongated.

Silent Valley.

Silent, barren, lifeless.

Demons can be seen everywhere, and their eyes are full of **** of destruction and killing.

In the depths of the valley, the white bones are the foundation, the blood paves the road, and the demonic aura is swirling, and an old altar can be faintly seen, and the evil spirit is awe-inspiring.

The place is more tranquil, even a little terrifying, and unsettling.

The yin wind blew away the fog, and there was not even a single demon around the altar, it was extremely empty.

In the center of the White Bone Altar, a young Terran sat cross-legged unharmed, with an extremely ordinary woodcutter on his lap.

The young man's face was cold, his eyes were closed, and under his fair skin, subtle ink-colored blood veins faintly appeared, like magic patterns, extremely weird, and his body was full of coldness and murderous aura.

A strong wind blew, and the sleeve of the young man's left arm was raised high, empty.

Youth is Shisha!

Shi Sha felt the "swinging" sleeves, his face was expressionless, his eyes squinted slightly, staring coldly at the gust of wind, and his eyes were "swinging" with a murderous intention.

It seems that this strong wind is his mortal enemy.

Shi Sha's gaze "forced" and "shot" two red rays, and the surrounding air instantly froze.

"Boom!"

Shi Sha's body began to surge outwards with a pitch-black demonic energy, the sky and the earth were dark, covering the sky and the sun, and the demonic qi rolled and churned, enveloping itself in it, forming a closed space.

There was no air flowing, the wind broke down, and his sleeves fell limply back.

Suddenly, a low and cold voice sounded in Shi Sha's body, and it sounded terrifying!