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"I still want to run!" The corners of Xia Zhanhong's mouth twitched into a sneer, the lotus flower between his eyebrows flashed, and the bronze tripod appeared above his head instantly, and the colorful light fell down, blocking the dark golden sword light that came.

Immediately afterwards, Xia Zhanhong's five fingers formed into claws, and he grabbed it forward, and his entire forearm sank into the void at once...

Shi Zhan Haotian disintegrated, the white-haired old man broke free from the seven-star gun, rushed out of the gate on the eighth floor, and fled crazily.

But as soon as he entered the seventh layer of space, a huge palm of colorful streamer broke through the void and stretched out, grabbing him directly.

A strong crisis enveloped the whole body, "Ah~" the white-haired old man roared loudly, the sword energy burst out from the top of his head, biting the tip of his tongue with one mouthful, and he was about to perform Haotian Disintegration again. [

However, before he exerted his strength, the colorful big hand changed a few movements in an instant, and countless fine runes flashed in the air.

"Strengthen the formation!" Xia Zhanhong's voice came from the eighth floor space, and the sky suddenly seemed to be tightened by a fishing net!

The white-haired old man paused, and the energy that was about to explode in his body was also affected and slowed down.

At this moment, the big hand had already caught up with the white-haired old man and grabbed him tightly.

Feeling that the power in his body was completely sealed, the last hope of the white-haired old man was shattered, and he shouted hoarsely: "Xia Zhanhong! You have obtained the place where the gold lines gather, do you really want to drive them all out?"

"I originally came here for the place where the gold line gathered, and I didn't want to cause any trouble. It was you who wanted to put me to death and lead me into the eighth-story sword pavilion... and in the end, you were the one who came here to do something to me. Now, you actually Have the face to say that I will kill them all!"

Xia Zhanhong stepped out from the gate on the eighth floor, spoke in a cold voice, retracted his right hand, and dragged the white-haired old man to him with his colorful hands.

Seeing that Xia Zhanhong didn't kill him right away, the white-haired old man couldn't help but feel a little relieved, and hurriedly said: "We really shouldn't do this, just because the breath of gold is too important to us... Now that you have obtained what you want, I The eight-story Jiange was also destroyed because of this. I used Haotian to disintegrate, and my own cultivation base was greatly damaged. It will not be difficult to recover in a hundred years...Wan Jiange paid such a price, you should be angry, why don't you just let it go?"

Xia Zhanhong looked at the white-haired old man in a state of embarrassment, and said with a faint smile: "It is precisely because of the high price you paid that you hate me even more... The reason for this is not to eradicate the roots. The spring breeze blows and regenerates. Now such a good opportunity, why should I Leave yourself an enemy in the future!"

"Xia Zhanhong! I can assure you that Wanjiange will never be your enemy in the future!" The white-haired old man spoke very fast, fearing that Xia Zhanhong would kill himself immediately.

"You promise me...hehe, do you think I will believe it?" Xia Zhanhong said unhurriedly.

"I swear, I can swear a heavy oath in the name of Wanjiange..."

"In the big world. Except for one's own strength, everything is untrustworthy, and the same is true for oaths!"

"Ugh!" The white-haired old man was stunned for a moment, and then said loudly, "Xia Zhanhong, what are you going to do to let Wanjiange go?"

"It's very simple, as long as you are loyal to me and become my subordinates, I will naturally not attack you..."

"Ah!" The white-haired old man was stunned for a moment, and a look of embarrassment appeared in his eyes. The Wanjian Pavilion is a super powerful, standing for a million years, how can it be someone else's subordinate.Xia Zhanhong's request was even more difficult to accept than killing himself.

With a gloomy face and a silent voice, the white-haired old man's complexion kept changing, and the murderous intent in his eyes was almost uncontrollable.

It's been a while.The white-haired old man let out a long breath, his face regained his composure, and he raised his head and said, "Xia Zhanhong, we..."

"You agree to be my subordinate, right..." Xia Zhanhong laughed, and said very peacefully: "Unfortunately, I don't believe you!" [

"You!" The white-haired old man couldn't bear his anger anymore, the other party was simply playing tricks on himself.As the ancestor of Wanjiange.Inner spirit cultivation, when had he been humiliated like this!

"Don't think that I don't know what your plan is... I want to agree first, let me let you go! After I leave, you can do whatever you want... How can it be so easy!"

talking.Xia Zhanhong's smile became brighter, and he said in a low voice: "Since I want to take you as my subordinates, I naturally have a way to control you... I have a method called Shahunyin, which requires you to let go of your souls! "

At this time, Xia Zhanhong was full of smiles, but in the eyes of the white-haired old man, he was different from the devil!

Taking a deep breath, the white-haired old man said loudly: "Xia Zhanhong, kill me, there is no way you want Wanjiange to be your puppet!"

"Okay!" Xia Zhanhong smiled and nodded: "Ambition! I said before that if you agree, I will help you restore the first seven floors of the eight-story sword pavilion, and then reward you with a hundred thousand sword guts... But now, Since you are begging to die, I will obey your will and flatten your Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion!"

As soon as the words fell, Xia Zhanhong grabbed it with his right hand, and the colorful big hand suddenly closed with force.

"Hold on!" the white-haired old man hissed.

"Why, do you have anything else to say?" Xia Zhanhong let go of his palm and asked calmly.

At this time, the white-haired old man was about to burst into tears, and he kept slandering in his heart: "Paralyzed Xia Zhanhong, who doesn't play with people like this... This bastard, will he feel uncomfortable if he doesn't strip my face off! At the same time, he is repairing the eighth floor. Jiange, is rewarding sword courage again, and the other side wants to razed Wanjiange, who the hell can bear it..."

Although the white-haired old man cursed secretly in his heart, his face showed a look of urgency, and he asked loudly: "Can you really repair the eight-story sword pavilion?"

Xia Zhanhong nodded, and with a flick of his consciousness, a group of strong golden aura appeared in front of him.

"I can do nothing in the eighth floor space, but I can provide the golden aura needed to maintain the first seven floors!"

After the palm space has evolved into heaven and earth, the ground is ten thousand meters below the ground, filled with a strong aura of gold, and the need to operate the first seven floors of the eight-story Jiange is simply a drop in the bucket.

"As long as I can restore my important place of Wanjiange, I will agree to your request!" said the white-haired old man.

"Hehe, in fact, you should be concerned about the hundred thousand sword galls!" Xia Zhanhong said with a smile.

The white-haired old man turned red, lowered his head slightly, and cursed again in his heart: "Xia Zhanhong, you will die if you don't embarrass me..."

"Actually, if your Haotian Sword Art can reach the level of one sword, I really can't take it... Unfortunately, you can only reach the level of two swords, and you are destined to be drowned by my sea of ​​swords!"

Hearing this, the white-haired old man's face became serious, Xia Zhanhong's words were true, if he had practiced the Haotian Sword Art to the peak, he would be able to fight against the middle-level inner spirit.

"Actually, I can not only repair the eight-story sword pavilion, but also heal your injuries, and give you one hundred thousand sword guts. I believe that within a hundred years, you will be able to reach the realm of one sword!"

After Xia Zhanhong's words fell, the white-haired old man was silent for a long time, and sighed heavily: "The domain can use space movement, and it can refine millions of sword galls at the same time. Jiange lost to you, I am convinced!"

After finishing speaking, the white-haired old man slightly closed his eyes: "Xia Zhanhong, I am willing to open my mind!" [

Seeing this, Xia Zhanhong smiled, the consciousness in his mind was talking with Qi Ling.

"How long can this Shahunyin control him?" Xia Zhanhong asked.

"Shahunyin, kill the soul with one thought! If you don't take the initiative to release him, he will be under your control forever... And in the future, you can hand over the control to others... But now, you can only control two people! "

"Two people are enough!" Xia Zhanhong smiled and nodded, his consciousness quickly left...

On the mountainside of Jianzhi Peak, the pavilion master is leading dozens of saint-level consummation waiting for news from the ancestor.

Suddenly, a figure appeared above, walking slowly down.

"Old Ancestor!" The Pavilion Master's eyes lit up, he jumped out and quickly greeted him.

But as soon as he took two steps, his figure froze on the spot, his eyes staring blankly ahead, his face full of disbelief.

"Pavilion Master!" The few people who followed behind did not know what happened, and followed the gaze of the Pavilion Master.

"Ah!" Everyone exclaimed at the same time, and their expressions instantly became the same as those of the pavilion master.

Only then did they see clearly that the figure walking down slowly was not the ancestor at all, but Xia Zhanhong.

But if it was only Xia Zhanhong who appeared, they would not have come to this point. After all, the ancestors would not be able to defeat Xia Zhanhong, and they had expected it.But what really shocked them now was that behind Xia Zhanhong, the ancestor actually bowed slightly and followed behind step by step, similar to a servant.

Everyone was in shock and didn't relax for a long time.At this time, Xia Zhanhong and the ancestor had already walked up to him.

"My lord! Wait a moment, I'll tell them!" The ancestor stepped forward and said respectfully to Xia Zhanhong.

Seeing this situation, the owner of the pavilion suddenly felt dizzy and his mind was dizzy... Please go to read.)