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Chapter 128 Internal and External Troubles (First update!)

Seeing that the younger brother was neither in the Linhua Hall nor in the study, the Journey to the West team was very disappointed.

"Why don't we go back, the younger brother may have other things and left."

Sun Dasheng persuaded everyone sadly, then walked out of the study very despondently, and walked towards his residence.

When the rest of the people saw the senior brother leaving, they felt bored for a while, and left without interest.

But at this time, Chu Chen, the money-spreading boy that the second senior brother called, came to the Huangji Hall with his master Mo Wuya and Tang Ziyou, the elder of the sect.

The Huangji Hall was as quiet as ever. After entering, there was a very strong smell of blood in the empty hall.

"puff!"

Hearing this faint voice, Mo Wuya and Tang Ziyou's expression changed immediately, and they ran directly towards the interior of the hall.

Seeing these two people, Chu Chen was slightly puzzled, but still ran after them all the way.

"Elder Supreme, how are you doing!"

When Chu Chen reached the depths of the palace, he suddenly found an old man leaning back on a chair in a very weak state. There was still some blood on the corner of his mouth, and there was a puddle of blood on the ground.

Needless to say, the blood was spit out by the old man.

He quietly stood aside and looked at the old man carefully.

There are many wrinkles on the skin, and the eyes are almost sunken, and the hair and beard are almost silvery white. In addition, he leans back on the chair, giving people a feeling of twilight and old age.

And what surprised and disbelieved Chu Chen the most was that there was very little vitality exuding from this old man, but instead a thick stream of death erupted.

Seeing this, Chu Chen already understood, and he thought secretly in his heart: "I'm afraid this old man won't live for a few years."

Just now, Master Mo Wuya called this old man the Supreme Elder, and he couldn't help but tremble. The pillar of the sect, the Nine-Star Martial Emperor, might soon fall. Once the Nine-Star Sect loses the protection of the Nine-Star Martial Emperor...

Chu Chen also began to worry.

Thinking of this, he felt that the current Nine Spirits Sect was truly suffering from internal and external troubles, and it was already in a critical moment of life and death.

There are eight other examiners in the secret realm of Wu Zong outside who will travel thousands of miles to snatch this jade slip from him at any time.

If the other sects among the six major sects knew that the elders in Jiulingmen were short of life, they might set off a frenzy to carve up Jiulingmen.

At that time, both internal and external crises will be faced, and Jiulingmen may be in danger.

"I am fine."

The Supreme Elder replied weakly. He looked around, and when he saw Chu Chen, his weak eyes suddenly became extremely bright. He tremblingly asked, "Is this Chu Chen?"

"Yes, Supreme Elder, this is Chu Chen." Mo Wuya replied.

Afterwards, he waved to Chu Chen and said, "Chu Chen, come quickly and pay respects to the Supreme Elder."

"Chu Chen, the head disciple, pays respects to the Supreme Elder."

Chu Chen took a few steps forward, embraced the Supreme Elder with both fists, and bowed deeply with a very respectful expression.

"Good! Good! Good!"

There was a gratified color in the eyes of the elder Taishang, and he couldn't help but smiled and said hello three times.

Then he looked at Mo Wuya again, and said, "You are a dignified sect master, why do you have time to come and see me, an old man?"

"Elder Supreme, something is wrong." Mo Wuya's eyes were a little flustered.

"What's the matter?"

The Supreme Elder suddenly coughed, and then said: "I knew you came to visit me, there must be nothing good!"

"Elder Taishang, it's like this, Chu Chen entered a secret realm of Wuzong from the hunting competition..."

The Supreme Elder is worthy of being the Supreme Elder. He has experienced many things and is a calm person. Even when he heard about the Wuzong Secret Realm, he did not interrupt Mo Wuya's words, but listened patiently to the end.

"You mean, the jade slip obtained by Chu Chen will cause our sect to be bombarded and killed by others at any time?"

The Supreme Elder spoke concisely, pointing to the core of the problem in one sentence.

"Yes, Supreme Elder." Mo Wuya nodded heavily.

"It's still nearly half a year before the real Wuzong secret realm is opened." The elder Taishang unknowingly regained his previous demeanor, and he muttered to himself: "This is a great opportunity, and our Jiulingmen must participate in it." !"

"I've got an idea."

Afterwards, he suddenly made up his mind and said, "As long as this jade slip is placed in a concealment formation again so that no one from the outside can detect it, we will be safe."

"This is something left by the strong Wu Zong, I want to shield it..." Tang Ziyou's eyes were full of worry.

This is something left by the strong Wu Zong. If you want to shield it again and interfere with the induction of the other pieces, it is not easy!

"It's okay, it's okay."

The Supreme Elder waved his hand, smiled and said, "Have you forgotten, I have..."

"No! No, Supreme Elder!"

Before the Supreme Elder could finish speaking, Mo Wuya immediately interrupted him, with an anxious look on his face, he said: "Your life essence is already running low, if you are using this technique forcibly..."

The Supreme Elder still has a few years left in his lifespan, and he knows best that before, in order to find a super genius for cultivation, he did not hesitate to burn his lifespan, so that his vitality declined rapidly.

Mo Wuya felt that the Supreme Elder had already done enough for the Nine Spirits Sect, if he were to forcibly use the secret technique at this time, the Supreme Elder would be in danger.

He would feel guilty too.

"I'm already a dying person. What difference does it make if I die a few days earlier or a few days later."

The Supreme Elder didn't see it lightly, he laughed and said, "I didn't expect that I would be able to serve the sect again when I was dying. It's really a great joy in life!"

"But, Supreme Elder..."

Mo Wuya still wanted to persuade, but was stopped by the other party waving his hand: "Needless to say, the secret realm of Wu Zong is a great opportunity, our Nine Spirits Sect must participate, I have made up my mind!"

"Hand over the jade slip to me, there is not much time left, and we must quickly set up a concealment formation."

The Supreme Elder didn't allow any further explanation, and stretched out his hand directly.

"Chu Chen...give it to him!"

Mo Wuya's glasses were red, he gritted his teeth, said something to Chu Chen, and then turned around.

No one saw that this strong head of Jiulingmen shed two lines of tears in silence.

The elder Taishang took the jade slip and immediately cheered up. The aura of the whole person changed suddenly. He who was dying was extremely restrained, but now he was like a dazzling sun, and the strong coercion made people feel tight in the chest. , could not help but take a lot of steps back.

"Go out, and see me again in an hour."

The Supreme Elder waved his hand, and the three of them left and went to wait in the outer hall of the Huangji Hall.

Mo Wuya and Chu Chen Tang Ziyou had no choice but to leave here.

On the way out, Chu Chen kept thinking about what method the Supreme Elder had to use the strength of the Martial Emperor to hide what the Martial Emperor had left behind.

　I don't want to say more, the author is now dying.

　　Traveling is scary.

　　I don't have any free time, I might as well be in the company.

　　After all, when I was in the company, I could sneakily write a chapter during working hours.

　　Up to now...

　　Fortunately, it is said that I can go back on Thursday.

　　The author very much hopes to be able to go back on Thursday, otherwise Saturday and Sunday will have ten changes every day.

　　It's scary to think about.

　　There are already [-] monthly tickets, and I will remember to add more chapters, and update them together on Saturdays and Sundays.

　　Now, the author urges you to let the author survive, and vote less monthly, otherwise, according to the author's character of doing what he says, he will have to write for two full days on Saturdays and Sundays.

　　I'm worried that I'll be stunned.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)