Chaotic Sword God

Elder Nong left the Zixiao Sword Sect, but at this moment in the Zixiao Sword Sect, no one knew that Jian Chen, who was the young lord of the Zixiao Sword Sect, also disappeared in the sect, and no one knew where he went.

At the same time, millions of miles away from Zixiao Sword Sect, a middle-aged man in black, whom Chen Shuzhi called his uncle, was standing on a mountain peak, gazing in the direction of Zixiao Sword Sect from a long distance away.

His strength has reached the seventh level of the Immortal Emperor Realm, and his spiritual consciousness is very powerful. He only needs to radiate a ray of spiritual consciousness to observe the situation in Zixiao Sword Sect clearly.

"The fish has already been hooked!" A faint smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the middle-aged man in black, and he said, "When you die, without your hindrance, the tree will be a true promise in the sect. Let the tree try to subdue the fairy flower."

"If Shuzhi succeeds in subduing the Immortal Devouring Demon Flower, then the disadvantaged position of our lineage in the sect will be reversed in an instant..."

The eyes of the middle-aged man in black seem to be able to see the figure of the elder farmer who is flying away from a distance of millions of miles, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually grows, and he whispers: "O tree, because of the disordered blood in your body, you You have been cast aside, even your biological father wanted to abandon you, you once suffered a lot, and you were forced to leave the group early."

"Until later, you became the Suzerain of Zixiao Sword Sect by chance. With this special status, you have some status in the sect."

"But this status alone is not enough, because once the Zixiao Sword Sect disappears, you will soon return to the past. With the current strength of the sect, it is not possible to put a fairy king in the first place." In the eyes."

"But if you have an Immortal Devouring Demon Flower from the Ninth Heaven of the Immortal Emperor Realm assisting you, not only will our lineage be honored by you, and the right to speak will be greatly increased, but you will also benefit greatly... .”

"Shu Zhi, you must keep this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity before you..."

The middle-aged man in black turned his eyes to Zixiao Sword Sect, as if he was staring at Chen Shuzhi in the Zixiao Temple, with a look of anticipation in his eyes.

Just at this moment, a young man came from afar with a windmill, and landed firmly behind the middle-aged man in black.

This young man was exactly Yan Yun who brought news of Chen Shifang to Zixiao Sword Sect and claimed to be Chen Shifang's old friend.

"Junior Yan Yun, meet senior!" Yan Yun bowed to the middle-aged man in black.

"Well, you did a good job!" The middle-aged man in black showed a meaningful smile on his face.

Yan Yun glanced at the back of the middle-aged man, and asked cautiously: "Senior, this junior is puzzled about one thing. Is Zhujian really Chen Shifang, a disciple of Zixiao Sword Sect? This junior has known him for tens of thousands of years. Never heard him mention it."

"Actually, you don't need to know whether he is a disciple of Zixiao Sword Sect." The middle-aged man in black said.

Hearing this, Yan Yun was stunned, but he also knew that the person in front of him was a very powerful Immortal Emperor. Since the Immortal Emperor had spoken, even though he was full of curiosity, he did not dare to ask further questions.

"If the senior has no other orders, then the junior will leave first. Regardless of whether the Zixiao Sword Sect will help Zhujian or not, the junior must prepare more colored fairy crystals for the Zhujian." Yan Yun said to the middle-aged man. After bowing respectfully, he was ready to leave.

"No need, because there is no need for it." The middle-aged man in black said softly. At this moment, a strong killing intent flashed from his eyes. A jet of black light pierced through Yan Yun's eyebrows at an incredible speed.

In front of a strong man from the seventh level of the Immortal Emperor Realm, Yan Yun, who was only in the second level of the Immortal Sovereign Realm, had no power to resist at all, and was easily beheaded, resulting in the end of body and spirit being wiped out.

The middle-aged man in black grasped the palm of Void, and the powerful force made Void tremble immediately, while Yan Yun's body was reduced to ashes bit by bit.

 …

High in the sky, a bright sword light pierced the sky and was rushing straight towards Qingtian City.

This sword light is obviously the elder Nong of Zixiao Sword Sect.

Elder Nong was not on his way alone, beside him, the stone puppet was following closely.

Along the way, Elder Nong was obviously also very vigilant. He was afraid that he would suddenly be attacked by a powerful enemy that he could not deal with, which would cause him no time to release the stone puppet and the Great Void Sword Formation. Therefore, he always kept the stone man Golems stay outside, ready to fight at any time.

The distance between Zixiao Sword Field and Qingtian City is quite far, and it would take several days to travel at the speed of elder Nong.

Fortunately, there were no dangers along the way. After several days of rushing, the elder farmer arrived at Qingtian City unimpeded.

In Qingtian City, there are quite a few auras of the Immortal Sovereign Realm faintly emanating. Most of these people did not deliberately restrain their auras.

From these auras, Elder Nong quickly noticed an aura that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

At the same time, in a very cheap restaurant in Qingtian City, a young man about 30 years old was sitting at a table drinking alcohol.

Sitting opposite the young man was a middle-aged man with cold eyes and a sneer on his face.

"Zhu Jian, there shouldn't be many colored fairy crystals on your body. Once you lose the colored fairy crystals, let me see how you can stay in Qingtian City. You must also know that without the protection of Qingtian City, you will be hard Escape to death." The middle-aged man said coldly.

"Hahaha, who said that I don't have many colored fairy crystals, I'm not afraid to tell you that I still have more colored fairy crystals on my body, at least staying here for hundreds of thousands of years will not be a problem, but your Yijian family, in order to contain I really spent my life and money to send a fairy like you to guard me in Qingtian City." The young man laughed.

"The consumption in Qingtian City is really nothing to our Yijian family, let alone hundreds of thousands of years, even if we stay here for 10,000 years, the consumption of colored fairy crystals is a drop in the bucket for our Yijian family Zhu Jian, I would like to advise you, hand over that thing obediently, and our Yijian family will let you go, even if you broke into our Yijian family and killed those clansmen, we can forget the past."

"This is your only chance to survive!" The middle-aged man from the Yijian family said expressionlessly.

When Zhu Jian was about to say something, suddenly his expression changed and he looked to the side.

On an empty table next to him, an old man was slowly taking a seat. He restrained his breath, and looked like an ordinary old man at the moment.

"Third Heaven of the Immortal Monarch Realm!" With the bamboo sword, he could still accurately see the specific cultivation of the old man, but when his eyes fell on the old man's face, his originally indifferent expression suddenly froze, Gujing's expressionless expression froze. The heart couldn't help beating vigorously.

The next moment, as if nothing had happened, Zhu Jian got up immediately, went to the guest room on the second floor of the restaurant, and shut himself in the room.

Seeing Zhu Jian leave, the middle-aged man of the Yi Jian family smiled coldly, got up and entered the guest room on the second floor.

He happened to live next door to Zhujian.