The whole family went crazy listening to my thoughts, I was responsible for feeding.

"Where did you ascend from, monk?"

Lu Chaochao held the sword and said calmly: "Spiritual World Ten Thousand Swords Sect."

The general looked at her with a hint of sympathy and said, "All the monks of the Wanjian Sect who have ascended to heaven are in the fifth heaven. Go find them."

In the past few years, the Wanjian Sect represented a kind of glory.

But now, it is like a dose of poison, you cannot touch it.

Lu Chaochao thanked the heavenly general before flying towards the fourth heaven.

Lu Chaochao stepped on the sword and took out a small clay figurine from her arms. The clay figurine looked exactly like her at the moment.

"The clay figurine can actually pass through the magic mirror..." She muttered to herself, feeling surprised.

Only after arriving outside the fourth heaven did Lu Chaochao release Zhu Mo and Zhui Feng from the space.

Zhu Mo was extremely surprised: "Your space can actually hide from the divine mirror of Hanchuan Immortal Venerable?"

Lu Chaochao looked at him innocently: "You just walked in like that."

Zhu Mo's face was full of suspicion.

Who can escape from the mustard seed space? !
Zhuifeng and Zhumo went to inquire about the affairs of the God Realm separately, while Lu Chaochao came to where his fellow disciples of the Wanjian Sect were.

Fifth heaven.

The Wanjian Sect had a very special status in the God Realm. After just a quick question, someone led her to the gate of the Wanjian Sect.

I originally thought that I would see a glorious and domineering Wanjian Sect.

Uh……

How to say it, it still has a sense of poverty.

The sword cultivator's stinginess could not be suppressed!

"Are you the newly ascended disciple of Wanjian Sect? Really? It has been a long time since a cultivator of Wanjian Sect ascended to heaven!!" The eyes of the little boy guarding the gate lit up.

"I'll go and inform Master."

After a while, someone invited Lu Chaochao in.

Lu Chaochao looked around, and the little boy explained shyly: "The Wanjian Sect is not the same as before, so you have to be tolerant."

"Alas, the timing of your ascension was unfortunate."

"In the early years, our Wanjian Sect was in its heyday. But now..." The little boy sighed deeply, feeling a bitter pain in his heart.

"Let Master explain it to you later."

"Master and all the uncles have gone to the Immortal Prison." The little boy explained while pouring tea.

Just as he finished speaking, footsteps were heard outside the door.

With just one glance, one could tell that the other person was a sword cultivator. The aura of a sword cultivator was too strong...

Poor and stingy.

"Are you a disciple of the Wanjian Sect? Do you have a token?" Uncle Lin's eyes were stern and somewhat doubtful.

Lu Chaochao calmly took out the Sword Sect's token and handed it to the other party.

Lu Chaochao knew that the current situation of Wanjian Sect was special, so she directly demonstrated her identity by performing two moves of Chaoyang Sword Technique. Every disciple of Wanjian Sect would practice Chaoyang Sword Technique. However, depending on their aptitude, they could only learn the first three moves.

Only her seven disciples completed the whole process.

The vigilance on Uncle Lin's face faded away, and he kindly pulled her to sit down.

"What happened to the sect? Why did Mingkong's soul tablet suddenly shatter? "After ascending to heaven, there was a barrier between the divine world and the spirit world, and one could not descend to the mortal world without necessary matters.

Lu Chaochao looked at him in great surprise: "Don't you know?"

"He tried to inject foul air into the human world, wanting the human world to bear the responsibilities that should belong to the gods!"

"You bastard!" The uncle's face was full of concern just now, but now it was gloomy.

He lost control of his temper and slammed the table so hard that it broke into pieces.

The little boy outside the door wailed, "Uncle Master! Watch your temper!"

"We have run out of good teacups, tables and chairs to use for entertaining guests!"

The master waved his hand at him awkwardly, but his face still showed his anger. "Damn it, damn evildoer! How dare he?"

"Tens of thousands of lives have been lost. How dare he do that?! My Wanjian Sect cannot claim to be pure and kind, but we have never had such a vicious person!"

"He, he is our ancestor's only child!!"

Back then, Jian Zun and the ancestor founded the Wanjian Sect together and trained countless disciples. Jian Zun had a profound cultivation, but he was never willing to ascend.

This Master Lin was one of the disciples who ascended to heaven that year.

The ancestor’s cultivation level is average, but he is good at managing the Sword Sect.

His only child was Mingkong.

"How can he be worthy of our ancestor and the Ten Thousand Swords Sect! This evil creature really deserves death. If Sword Master knew, she would probably be extremely sad. She is the one who is closest to mortals..."

"Who killed Mingkong?" Uncle Lin finally asked the main question.

Lu Chaochao smiled and said, "I heard it was a four-year-old girl."

pat.

The teacup in Master Lin's hand instantly fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

"You...who are you talking about?"

"Four years old, a girl? Really? What's her name? Do you know?" Uncle Lin asked in a panic, and even stood up and closed the door in panic.

"You go and open the sect's barrier... Forget it, forget it, I'm trying to cover up my mistake." Uncle Lin waved his hands again.

The little boy stood at the door holding a sword: "Uncle Master, we don't have the money to open the barrier."

Uncle Lin...

He glanced at Lu Chaochao awkwardly and gently rebuked his disciple: "Nonsense, get out now. Guard the door and don't let anyone in. Our Sword Sect is still... quite rich."

The little boy covered his mouth and laughed, then closed the door.

Master Lin looked at Chao Chao awkwardly: "Don't listen to his nonsense, there are countless sword sects in our God Realm."

The explanation was dry and unconvincing.

"Tell me first, who killed Mingkong? That four-year-old girl. Yes, a four-year-old girl. She should be four years old." He murmured in a low voice.

"She returned to the Sword Sect. Her name is Lu Chaochao." The little girl said softly.

Just one sentence made Master Lin burst into tears.

"It's really her, it's really her. Chongyue and the others really succeeded. Good, good, good... She must hide, she must hide well!"

"You can't go to the God Realm. You absolutely can't go up! The God Realm has set up a net to catch her!"

"This group of ungrateful and heartless evildoers wants to harm her!"

Lu Chaochao didn't say anything.

I'm right in front of you, do you think I look like I used to?

"Uncle Lin, are you okay?" Lu Chaochao took out a small handkerchief and handed it to him. Uncle Lin held the small handkerchief, which was... quite childish.

There is an embroidered picture of a little girl riding a dog.

"It's okay, Uncle Master is too excited. You must not tell anyone that you have seen her, understand?" Uncle Master Lin warned seriously.

Lu Chaozhao nodded in agreement.

"The divine world has changed."

“The divine world can accommodate her when she’s dead, but it can’t accommodate her when she’s alive.” Uncle Lin sighed deeply.

"When she was alive, she was honored with countless honors. No one would care about the dead. They even treated the sect she founded with kindness..."

"But her survival would hinder the interests of too many people."

"Her achievements are greater than the heavens, so naturally she is feared by others."

"Those disciples, who defied heaven and forcibly resurrected her, have been sent to the Immortal Prison. Now, Hanchuan thinks she is evil without any intention and is trying to lead her to the God Realm to slay the evil!"

"Her weakness is her disciples."

Master Lin's words made Lu Chaochao suddenly close his eyes. (End of this chapter)