The Ultimate Sword Master

Ancient dust?

Everyone was stunned.

That day, they vaguely heard Xiao Yang and Hua Xing mention this person, who seemed to be the person with the highest cultivation level in the ancient world.

"Dare to ask my friend."

Gu Chen asked again: "The alliance leader has disappeared for many years. Do fellow Taoists know his whereabouts?"

"have no idea."

Yun Zhan shook his head.

"I haven't seen my uncle for many years."

The clouds are flying across the starry sky.

Been to many places.

He only recently learned about the Seven Realms Alliance and Yun Qi's contribution and deterrence to the Seven Realms, so naturally he would not tell the truth.

died.

disappeared.

There seems to be no difference, but the meanings of the two are completely different!

"I see."

Gu Chen did not doubt that he was there, and said regretfully: "The alliance leader has not returned for ten thousand years, and there is no one in the Seven Realms Alliance to take charge of the overall situation. If this continues, there will definitely be chaos!"

aside.

Qiu Qian explained a few words to everyone.

After returning to the ancient world.

Those who are alive are fine.

Those who died, especially the city lord of Shuofang City, when they learned that their beloved son Liang Le had died in the hands of Gu Han, even if they wanted to come to raise an army to question the crime, they were suppressed by Gu Chen and put down his words. Therefore, no one from the Ancient Cang Realm is allowed to come to this continent to cause trouble. Anyone who violates this rule will not be blamed for taking action!

No wonder!

Everyone suddenly realized.

They had long been prepared to be troubled by those outside the territory, but no one came. It turned out that they were stopped by Gu Chen.

"Fellow Taoist Gaoyi!"

Yun Zhan cupped his hands and thanked him.

If it weren't for Gu Chen.

If those people from the outside world really came to visit him, without Yun Jiansheng, they would not be able to stop him at all.

"It's just a small thing."

Gu Chen didn't care at all.

"Bullying the weak and relying on one's strength to dominate others is something I've never been more tired of in my life! Not to mention, you are a descendant of Alliance Leader Yun!"

"previously."

He sighed: "I heard from my disciple that something happened here. Unfortunately, I happened to be settling some personal grudges with an old enemy at that time, so I couldn't come here to see that fellow Taoist. It's a pity!"

Pirro is also good.

Yun Jiansheng or not.

I don't know how much stronger the two are than him.

If he could come here to watch the battle in person that day, it would be of great benefit. After all, it would be extremely difficult for him to continue improving after his cultivation has reached his level.

"Everyone."

Also at this time.

Qiu Qian spoke again.

"My master has another thing to do when he comes this time."

"What?"

"Go to the Ancient Cang Realm and find another place to practice!"

"..."

Everyone was silent.

The growth of elixirs, the growth of mineral veins, and even the cultivation of monks...the basis of everything is the spiritual machine. Now the spiritual machine is withered and bleak. If you insist on being trapped here, you will only cut off the path of cultivation.

There is ancient dust to take care of.

There is no better place to go than the Ancient Cang Realm.

only.

Gu Han hasn't been found yet, and they have no intention of going elsewhere for the time being.

"Pity."

The fat man sighed, "I can't find Mr. Tianji anywhere. If he is here, I can definitely deduce where that bastard is!"

He is very strange.

People from the outskirts of Zhongzhou.

Including the Fu family, except for a few unlucky ones, most of the others escaped in time. Tianji Valley is located at the outermost part of Zhongzhou, but during this period, no one was heard of seeing Tianjizi.

"This old man."

He still has some feelings for Tianjizi, "Isn't it... gone?"

…

The northern border of Eastern Wasteland.

Under the jurisdiction of the Yuqing Sect, on the edge of the Daqi Dynasty, a small dilapidated town is located here. This small town is much older than the Tianwu City where Gu Han was born. The monks can hardly see it. Ninety-nine percent of the people living in it They are all mortals, and occasionally there are one or two monks, but they are only at the Qi Condensation stage.

To these people.

Gold list.

The gods are coming.

The shocking battle... none of this has anything to do with them, and they don't care.

It was the bloody rain.

It caused a lot of panic for them.

only.

After the bloody rain, they couldn't sense the changes or abnormalities in their spiritual machines at all, and soon returned to the peaceful life of the past.

On the streets.

An old man with disheveled hair, wrinkles and fatigue on his face looked at the passers-by and was filled with emotion.

This person.

It was the secret that Fatty longed for.

It rains blood.

Get rid of inspiration.

The influence on monks is extremely fatal, and the more powerful the monk, the more so.

on the contrary.

Mortals are as fragile as ants.

But they were hardly affected at all, because they didn't know what a spiritual machine was, and they didn't have to use such a thing at all in their short lives.

immediately.

He put away his emotion.

Naturally, he came here not to experience the fragility of mortals, but because of other things.

"Little brother."

I thought for a moment.

He stopped a young man carrying dry firewood on his back and asked, "Has anything unusual happened here recently?"

I saw that he looked old.

He speaks in a polite manner.

The young man regarded him as a teacher. He quickly put down the firewood and said respectfully: "Sir, our place is small and there is nothing wrong with us. There was a bloody rain some time ago. It was very scary and scared everyone for a long time." I don’t dare to go out, my mother said, it’s because God is angry.”

"..."

Tianjizi pondered for a moment.

"Apart from that, is there nothing else?"

"Others..."

The young man thought for a moment and his eyes lit up.

"It really does!"

"What?"

"On the streets of West Street."

The young man said enthusiastically: "Aunt Luo's silly son is awake!"

"oh?"

Tianjizi became interested.

"Tell me."

"My mother said."

The young man let Tian Jizi sit down on the dry firewood, and continued to talk and gesture, "The Luo family used to be quite rich. More than ten years ago, they gave birth to a silly son. He didn't cry or laugh. It was like he had lost his soul. In order to cure his strange disease, the Luo family found many doctors and wiped out all their money, but the disease was not cured. "

"later."

"An immortal passed by here and said that their son was born without a soul or something."

The young man scratched his head.

"Anyway, even if it was hopeless, the family was not willing to throw away the fool, so they have kept him like this until now... I guess God took pity on that family. After the bloody rain, the fool suddenly woke up! He could talk. , can also laugh, but it makes Aunt Luo’s family very happy!”

"Old sir."

He looked at Tianjizi, a little excited, "I have met Aunt Luo, she is a very good person. Do you think this is good reward?"

Tianjizi didn't answer.

He has studied the secrets of heaven and he naturally understands that the four words of cause and effect, good and evil, are not as simple as they seem on the surface.

"Little brother."

He stood up slowly.

"Where is the family?"

"Right there!"

The young man pointed in the direction, "The shabbiest house on the edge of the city is their home!"

"Thank you."

Tian Jizi patted his shoulder and left.

But the young man doesn't know.

Although this shot cannot extend his life, it can ensure that he will be disease-free and strong throughout his life.

…

The corner of West Street is extremely remote.

Most of the people living here are poor and down-and-out.

Among them, in a particularly shabby courtyard, a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old stood there. He was wearing a coarse cloth robe with so many patches that he could hardly count. The boy was pale, thin, and looked seriously ill. He looked like he was just getting better, but his eyes were extremely bright and he always had a gentle smile on his face.

"guess."

He stretched out his right hand and said softly: "If you guess whether the stone in my hand is one or two, I will give you this piece of candy."

Opposite him.

A little girl stood.

He is about four or five years old, with slightly dark skin, thin body, and yellow hair, with two braids randomly tied in. He has only one pair of eyes, which are dark, bright and full of life.

"..."

She wiped her saliva.

His eyes swung back and forth between the young man's left and right hands, as if he couldn't make up his mind.

"Well……"

After a while.

She hesitated and said, "One?"

The smile on the young man's face grew wider, and he handed her the piece of candy in his left hand, "You guessed it, I keep my word, I'll give you the candy."