Dig up the Emperor's treasure at the beginning

Chapter 221 Don't regret it even if it makes things worse.

"Hallmaster, let me kill them, and capture the [-] peaks of Emperor Yanzong as soon as possible." A female disciple who made tea for the man stood beside the man and asked softly.

The lord of the hall is naturally the lord of the temple of the gods, Sheng Liyou.

And the woman who made tea for Sheng Liyou was the new Holy Son, Sheng Liuyun.

Sheng Liuyun is Sheng Liyou's great-great-great...granddaughter, separated by eighteen generations.

Sheng Liuyun's cultivation level is not high, at the age of 16, he is only in the early stage of refining gods, and he is the weakest one among the Seven Great Sons.

Back then when Xuanyuan Qiongpo was pressing down on him, Sheng Liyou didn't dare to blatantly help Sheng Liuyun up, but now that Xuanyuan Qiongpo is dead, he naturally has nothing to fear.

However, Sheng Liyou spent a lot of effort in order to support her to take the position.

In exchange for the arbitrary style evaluation of the master of the temple of the gods.

Now among the temples of the gods, because of this incident, his prestige has been greatly lost. It can be said that the price is very high.

The reason why she paid such a high price to support her was because Sheng Liuyun climbed up to Hong Xuanji's direct brother Hong Xuantao ten days ago!
Although Hong Xuantao is just an ordinary warrior, at the age of 30, he only has the first level of Condensing Core, but his status is unmatched by countless people.

The elder brother of Tianmen Tianzi Hong Xuanji has a much more noble status than their so-called suzerains.

So no matter what the price is, Sheng Liyou will support Sheng Liuyun to become the first holy son, and tie Sheng Liuyun to the interest chain of the temples.

As long as Sheng Youyun successfully married Hong Xuantao, it would be unimaginable to give back his value.

"Little people also have the beliefs of small people." Sheng Liyou took a sip of tea and said lightly.

"Liu Yun, you have to understand that as the holy son of the gods, your status has risen. For some small people, you should take it lightly. If you can't take it lightly, let your subordinates kill it. Don't do it yourself." Sheng Li You follow the instructions.

Not only is her granddaughter far inferior to Xuanyuan Qiongpo in talent, but she is also immature mentally, and she is relatively powerful, showing emotions and anger, which can be said to be a flaw all over her body.

If it hadn't been for his shit luck to get Hong Xuantao's favor, he really didn't want to admit that he had such a granddaughter.

"Liuyun knows." Sheng Liuyun retreated respectfully.

But there was a stern look on her face, and she kept thinking, "This damned Sheng Liyou, isn't he afraid that I will take his credit?"

"It's so nice to say, and it's for my own good. It's all some high-sounding reasons. No, I can't let this damned person get the credit alone."

Although Sheng Liuyun is the No. 18 great-granddaughter of Sheng Liyou, the family relationship between them is very weak, and everything is tied by interests.

She was indeed favored by Hong Xuantao, but she didn't want to be a vase for the rest of her life.

Since Hong Xuantao is Hong Xuanji's elder brother, there will inevitably be many beauties to fawn on him in the future. Maybe after a long time, she will lose her freshness and become dispensable.

Therefore, she must use this identity early to seek her own interests before her value reaches its maximum.

After thinking about it, her eyes focused on the besieged Su Ruohan and Mo Zixin.

Sheng Liyou has refused to make a move until now, saying that because of his status, the big can't bully the small, but this reason is nothing in front of her.

In order to achieve the goal, what's wrong with losing some face?
"Clang! Clang!" On the muddy mountain, Mo Zixin and Su Ruohan threw the jug to the ground and drew their swords.

"The name of this sword is Yihui, which means no more regrets. The sword is heavy and thin like a cicada's wing. It is made of century-old cold iron."

"The name of the sword is Qingshuang, which means clear snow and frost. The sword weighs two or three, and is as thin as a cicada's wing. It is made of century-old cold iron."

After the two finished reading, they looked at each other and smiled tacitly.

"I hope that in the next life, even if the situation gets worse, I will never regret it!"

The two spoke in unison, and in the rain, the two swords intersected and struck each other, making a light sound.

Then, it's a touch away.

"kill!"

"puff!"

"clang!"

The sound of two gold and iron clashing sounded, and a Jiandemen disciple who was closer was directly wiped by Su Ruohan's throat with a sword.

Afterwards, the castration remained undiminished, cutting the chest of another disciple, leaving a deep bloodstain on the chest of that disciple.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

A series of twelve clashes of double swords resounded throughout the valley.

The Canglan Yushuijue is known for its uninterrupted movement. Sometimes the sword is swift and sometimes thick.

Like the flow of water, sometimes panting quickly, sometimes calm, rushing when encountering rocks, and slow when encountering water.

clang!
The last sound announced that the first rushing tide of Canglan Yushuijue was over.

In situ, 32 corpses were left behind.

"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Behind Su Ruohan, a sword qi cut through countless weapons, beheading 37 Tianmen disciples to the ground!
However, more long swords struck Mo Zixin from different directions.

In her pupils, hundreds of cold lights suddenly appeared in her eyes, and the cold light on the tip of the sword contained an unparalleled murderous aura.

In an instant, Mo Zixin was stabbed in the waist!
"puff!"

The disciple who stabbed Mo Zixin was about to be happy when he was beheaded by Mo Zixin!
Sweeping thousands of troops in a simple manner, under the horrified eyes of hundreds of disciples, cut their throats.

Those in the middle look down!
"Swordsmanship of the Heavenly Sword Palace?" Sheng Liyou, who was in the Shili Pavilion, glanced at the battlefield lightly, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"What's the point of such trivial skills?" Sheng Liuyun said with great disdain.

"Hey, you, you." Sheng Liyou sighed, and said earnestly, "Any martial skill has its merits, as the so-called three thousand ways can become a saint..."

"Just relying on this unrefined swordsmanship? Can you become a saint?" Sheng Liuyun was a little impatient with Sheng Liyou's teaching, and interrupted him directly.

With her current status, if she wanted swordsmanship, she only needed one word, and countless people would rush to offer it.

A sword technique like Mo Zixin's is not even considered a heavenly rank. For her, it has no reference value at all!

"If this kind of swordsmanship can be sanctified, then what's the point of evaluating it?" Sheng Liuyun's tone was a little impatient.

This damned Sheng Liyou allowed these people to die one by one, and wanted Mo Zixin and the two of them to die of exhaustion of their true energy.

In her opinion, it is a waste of time!

She couldn't wait any longer, Hong Xuantao had already told her quietly that whoever made the most contribution in this attack would most likely get advice from Hong Xuanji.

Such a great opportunity, how could she waste time on these two jumping clowns?

"Hall Master, Liu Yun requests to fight!"

"You... oh." Sheng Liyou glanced at her, sighed, feeling a little helpless in his heart, "Forget it, if you want to go, I can't stop you."

"But you need to be careful, these two people don't seem to be very simple."

"Yes." Sheng Liuyun replied respectfully on the surface, but he didn't find it difficult in his heart.

She practiced the Litian Sword Jue of the Temple of the Gods, and her grade was as high as the imperial grade. Would she need to be careful about them?
(End of this chapter)