"You will get the reward you deserve."

In the hall covered by darkness, the voice immediately fell silent.

At this moment, in the darkness that the divine mind could not detect, all the dark and faint breaths were scattered into Zhong Miyao's body, who was lying on the ground with a bit of pain.

At this moment, in Zhong Miyao's sea of ​​consciousness, a ferocious black shadow chuckled, and immediately shattered the girl's soul.

The girl's soul was constantly shaking, panic, and afraid...

After all, she became a true disciple of the Jianmen without going through various trials, and she had never experienced such a terrifying scene.

Zhong Xun stood with his hands behind his back and waited quietly.

Suddenly, his heart thrust and felt an extremely terrifying aura rising from behind.

"ah!!!!"

A shrill cry sounded in the darkness.

"Boom!!!"

In an instant, the boundless darkness was pierced by a sword energy that bloomed with infinite light, and the sunlight appeared in the hall again.

"This...is impossible?!"

As one of the thirteen elders in the Jianmen, Zhong Xun is naturally familiar with this sword energy.

"The Master of the Sect."

Zhong Xun turned around stiffly, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

I saw him wearing green clothes, a cold face, and a pair of eyes looking at him without any emotion.

"Not good!" After seeing Me Yi, the hideous black shadow was shocked. Without thinking, he directly used the escape light and was about to leave.

"Clang!!"

The next moment, a sword light flashed, and an extremely gorgeous light suddenly burst out from the hall.

"No……!"

The hideous black shadow let out a shrill scream in horror, and then disappeared without a trace and was completely annihilated.

"Sect Master~"

Zhong Xun's voice and expression were trembling and his face was bitter.

Me Yi looked at Zhong Xun, her beautiful eyes were covered with coldness.

Although she had expected the situation of being trapped for thirty years, she never expected this to end.

Everything she had promoted in the past was completely denied. If she came back later... she thought of the consequences, her expression became colder when she looked at Zhong Xun.

It can be said that if Zhong Xun had not been kept, it would have been of great use. With her temperament, she would have been left with this person's life.

At this moment, Zhong Xun was also complaining constantly, feeling a faint coldness emerge from his heart, becoming colder and colder.

For Me Yi, he really didn't expect that there would be a day to see him again.

Thinking about what I did, in addition to fear, I felt relieved.

In the past, as the elders in charge, they assisted Me Yi in dealing with the things of the Sword Sect. Someone in front of them was naturally invincible. But now it is his turn to take charge of the Sword Sect and realize that it is difficult.

Otherwise, with his dignified elder of the Jianmen, why should he plot evil things on his juniors?

A few days later.

The sword sect was completely sensational, and the master of the sword sect who had not been seen in front of others for a long time had come out of seclusion.

At the same time, a strange method was passed down.

In an instant, the Sword Sect became lively, and both the outer disciples, the inner disciples, and even the true disciples were all talking.

Because almost every disciple of the Sword Sect received a visualization idea.

Shortly after a true disciple who was out walked into the mountain gate, a deacon disciple sent a list.

"Visual thoughts? What method is this?"

"This senior brother, this is a wonderful method passed down by the sect leader."

The deacon disciple heard the question from the true disciples, but did not dare to neglect them, so he said it all in detail.

However, he didn't know much about this visualization. Therefore, the true disciple waved his hand and asked him to retreat. He returned to his residence. After reading the visualization, he couldn't help but breathe a long sigh and exclaimed: "It's indeed a wonderful method."

"Visual thoughts?"

In a palace somewhere in Jianmen, a young man in a black robe frowned slightly, looked at the visualization in his hand, and said to himself: "What does the Lord of Jianmen want to do?"

"Forget it, let's report this matter first."

The young man put away his visual thoughts and quietly walked out of the sword gate.

At the peak of Jianmen, Mu Yi and Chi Song stood with their hands behind their backs, and behind them were five elders in the robes of the chief officers, all of whom were quietly looking at the backs of the young people leaving.

"Master, will he let him steal Zhifa?" An elder in charge couldn't help but speak.

"Next, comprehensively promote visualization ideas." Ma Yi ignored it and directly issued an order.

"yes."

The five elders in charge bowed together and responded.

After a few days of hearing fermenting, the news that the Lord of the Sword Sect came out of seclusion was completely spread in Chizi Kingdom. At the same time, the visualization idea was also spread.

Chongtae Mansion.

Chisong looked at Lian Ling and said, "I want to go on a long trip. I don't know when I will be able to return. Maybe for decades, or maybe for more than a hundred years, I have some words to tell you."

Lian Ling was a little frightened when she heard this, but she tried her best to maintain her calmness on the surface and bowed and said, "Please tell me, teacher."

Seeing him, Chisong nodded secretly and said, "I have a method here. Now I will pass it on to you. You must practice it diligently."

As he said that, he sent a melody into his ears.

Then, he took out another magic weapon and handed it to Lian Ling's hand, saying, "This magic weapon is for you to protect."

After passing the method of sacrifice and refining magic weapons, he took out the nine-story jade tower the size of a palm and said, "I can't tell you clearly what my teacher does now. I'm not willing to tell you, but I'm afraid that if things change, it will affect you. Keep this jade tower. If the master hasn't come back a hundred years later, you can open this tower according to my magic tricks."

Lian Ling knelt down and kowtowed, "Teacher, my disciples have written down, and I dare not forget it in the future."

Chisong helped him up and said, "In the future, you will practice here. There are external medicines left by the master in this Qiankun bag, which are enough for you to practice."

Lian Ling nodded seriously.

After arranging everything, Chisong patted Lian Ling's shoulder, raised a light of escape, and soared into the sky.

...

Time flies and years pass.

In the past few years, there has been no major change in the North Continent. The surface is calm, while in the dark, there is an undercurrent.

As the Lord of the Sword Sect came out of seclusion and the spread of visualization, the overall strength of the disciples at the bottom of the Sword Sect has been greatly improved.

All countries believe that the Lord of the Sword Sect is likely to have obtained the original works of the Kingdom of God in the fog land.

Therefore, there are more and more spies and spies in the Sword Sect, and vaguely, it looks like a rope, tightening to the limit.

There seemed to be a storm and storm that was coming.

Outside Chizi Country, the demonic aura is surging, rolling and moving, covering the sky and the sun.

As the demonic energy rolled, countless monsters emerged.

Clustered by a group of great monsters, there was a luxury decoration treasure chariot. On it was a middle-aged man with a majestic and deep appearance, as if he was chopping a knife and cutting an axe, cold and hard and calm. There was a vertical eye in his eyebrows, with a faint golden light flashing in it, emitting terrifying fluctuations.

Waving it, he rushed straight to the demon clan in the sky.

"Don't be arrogant!!"

The giant transformed by the Han Dynasty roared into the sky, his eyes flushed.

The iron-blooded battle flag was waving and sweeping across the world. The vast aura of war and swords shook the void.

"ah!!"

I saw the big flag waving, the airflow tore through the sky, instantly sweeping the demon clan within a range of hundreds of feet.

The remaining limbs fly horizontally and blood spills.

"kill!"

"Kill these demons!"

Many human monks also soared into the air and fought with the demons who were ambushing them.

Although he did not have much experience in fighting and killing, he did not fall into a disadvantage for a while with his bloody courage.

"Master, let me kill the human race who sent the flag and took his head and served it." A big monster snorted and bowed in the sky.

"Go."

The middle-aged man nodded disregardly and said, "Go."
To be continued...