i have a sword fairy

Chapter 539 Mr. Bai and the Profound Bird of Destiny
In the main hall of the underground palace, a small battle of ideas is going on.

Is it worth it to exchange a broken arm, disfigurement and fall in exchange for an amazing feat of turning back and killing Jindan?

The tall and thin old man meant what he said, and he thought that a seven-foot man should be considered a hero.

As for the woman in Confucian shirt, even if it is the feat of beheading a hundred golden elixir or even a Nascent Soul cultivator, the price is an arm and a perfect face of Ziyu in her arms.

Then she wouldn't change it even if she was killed.

What feats of jumping over the border to fight back, what kind of morality, what kind of heroes...

None...a single finger of her student matters.

Men and women have different gender identities, and sometimes the concept is so different.

And if there is a relationship between relatives... that is often called a generation gap.

The unknown Mo Xia, whose body was made up of snow-white sword energy, looked away, unable to see clearly what his expression was at this time.

Xuebai Moxia lightly supported the thin sword at his waist with one hand, and Zhao Rong's blood-stained scabbard with the other, walked to the southeast corner, and looked down at the bloody golden pill under his feet.

Both the tall and thin old man and Zhu Yourong seem to have realized that there are outsiders present and it is not suitable for them to quarrel.

At this time, the radiance emitted by the jade pendant on Zhao Rong's waist became weaker and weaker, and the phantoms of Zhu Yourong and the tall and thin old man became more and more sparse and thin.

Zhu Yourong fed Zhao Rong another pill, and patted him on the back lightly.

After his breathing stabilized, she tidied up quickly, and when she was done, she supported Zhao Rong to lie on the wall of the dragon coffin.

He also put objects such as Xumi objects and handkerchiefs by his hand to prevent him from waking up early before her Nascent Soul arrived.

After doing this, the woman in the Confucian shirt got up and looked down at the seriously injured man below.

Her Xuemu Nascent Soul is still on the way, and will arrive here soon.

The tall and thin old man, who was about to leave, turned to his Zhu Yourong sideways and said, "Forgot?"

"You don't need to teach me."

Zhu Yourong didn't even look at the tall and thin old man, turned around, saluted Xuebai Moxia who was looking at Jindan in the corner, and said seriously: "Thank you, Mr. Bai, for your help."

Xuebai Moxia held his sword and shook his head lightly, but did not speak.

The tall and thin old man nodded towards him, and immediately disappeared together with Zhu Yourong.

Just before disappearing, the tall and thin old man turned his head to look at the gray cigarette pouch on the ground not far away, and frowned.

It seems that I know something...

The figures of the two disappeared completely.

From the beginning to the end, they never asked Xuebai Moxia who was Zhao Rong's, and why he appeared here with him...

In the main hall, apart from the unconscious Zhao Rong, there was only Xuebai Moxia left.

It stands still in the corner.

After looking at the golden pill in the corner for a while, he turned around after a while, and walked carefully around the hall, especially the blood circle and blood-colored hexagram that Zhao Rong drew on the floor with his scabbard.

Xuebai Moxia held the sword in one hand and the scabbard with dried blood in the other, acting strangely.

He actually retraced the route that Zhao Rong took when he drew the two patterns.

If Zhao Rong was awake at this time, he would be a little surprised, because Xuebai Moxia almost restored his movements back then.

It's just that Zhao Rong didn't know.

At this moment, Xuebai Moxia Dubu was also surprised by him.

It's not like Xuebai Moxia has never seen Fuyao kill Jindan, but this kind of person is a "son of destiny" who has a great opportunity or a senior guardian, a person who has no shortage of treasures, magic skills and secret skills. Naturally, there are many means.

But what about Zhao Rong who was a few incense sticks ago?
There is only a handful of whale song amber with a strong smell, and even the sword is left in the apse for the protection and "decency" of the poor concubines, leaving only an empty scabbard.

But he had to face an old Jindan realm monster who would do anything to revenge in the secret room alone.

The danger and despair in it are beyond words.

Almost looking at Zhao Rong, Zhao Lingfei, Zhao Qian'er, the snow-white ink man who grew up, lowered his head and carefully wiped the simple black bird pattern on the scabbard.

Then he bent down and gently placed the scabbard on the sleeping Confucian scholar's lap.

"Indeed... something is different."

A whisper sounded.

The glorious Destiny Bird really never lacks a bloody man.

Xuebai Moxia turned around.

Now that Zhao Rong has been found, and has brought back the location of this place, the sound transmission told a certain girl who was so anxious that Jianxin almost lost control.

Thinking of that apprentice, the always calm Xuebai Moxia shook his head helplessly.

This figure made of snow-white sword energy walked back to the southeast corner. Like the tall and thin old man, he did not remove the gravel from the tomb passage to let out the buried concubines.

Right now, it's better to keep it as it is and wait for the rescuers to arrive, those concubines buried with them may not be trustworthy.

Besides... Xuebai Moxia still has one thing to do right now.

In the southeast corner of the main hall, Mo Xia lowered his eyes, as if he was looking at the golden pill under his feet.

But not picked up.

There are four sky marks on the golden core, and it is lying quietly on the ground at this moment, without any abnormality.

Like an ordinary stone bead that can arouse children's curiosity, it will be picked up at any time.

But Xuebai Moxia didn't bend down to pick it up.

Beneath the calm surface of this golden elixir.

There is a universe inside.

It has been tampered with by "that person".

Just like the big demon pond fish who caused the massacre of Zhao's collateral family in Zhishui country back then.

When it was caught by the chief commander of the Tianya Jiange and was about to be captured alive, Yuanying suddenly lost control and exploded.

He was also manipulated by "that person".

The current fourth-grade golden elixir of unknown origin was also written by "that person".

Once the golden core is controlled and touched by some powerful existence, its unique prohibition will be triggered.

Not only will it be perceived by "that person", but it will also start to explode.

Because of this, this "back door" is silent, deeply hidden, and not easy to be triggered. Even the disfigured old Confucian scholar himself did not notice it at all.

However, Xuebai Moxia knew that this was actually specially prepared for them, the "old people of the Hou Mansion", and it was one of "that man's" old tricks.

It's just that "that person" would never have imagined that Qin Jianfu was killed by Zhao Rong in advance.

Moreover, without any strong outside interference, the golden core was dug out by Zhao Rong from the dantian of the disfigured old Confucian scholar.

This "back door" can't be used at all...

"Have you left yet?"

He sacrificed a proud son of the Zhao family as a smoke bomb, and mobilized the power of the Tianya Jiange Sikou Mansion to block and investigate the mountain of Quanzhou for half a year.

"That person" hasn't left Wangque Continent yet. Could it be that he is so suspicious of this most inconspicuous continent among the Nine Continents?Instead of using reverse thinking?

Xuebai Moxia was quiet for a moment, then suddenly chuckled, drew his sword casually, and slashed at Jin Dan.

One sword light chilled the entire imperial tomb.

The figure of Xuebai Moxia had already disappeared, and all of them turned into a gust of snow-white sword energy pouring out.

And in the air, it condensed into a thin snow-white thread, the moment it touched the blood-stained golden elixir.

Coiled, blocked, dismembered, broken... It was classified as pure aura.

A person on the mountain was extremely eager for a fourth-grade golden elixir, and just like that, it disappeared silently in the imperial mausoleum hall.

No abnormal movement was caused.

After the three phantoms emitted by the gray cigarette bag left, the underground palace hall once again returned to endless silence.

Only the weak breathing of a Confucian scholar with a broken arm leaning against the dragon coffin and...

The surging aura of the temple.

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(End of this chapter)