Zhi Qihe was extremely conflicted in his heart, and even had some faint contradictions. As the leader of Fuhai Sect, he led the crowd to help Buzhou Mountain. Although he was willing to go through fire and water, at the same time, he also shouldered the sect's responsibility to pass on the legacy of the sect.

We must not act rashly and destroy the elite of the sect. After weighing it again and again, Zhi Qihe named Sha Qinlong and ordered him to travel day and night to inquire about the news first, taking the preservation of his useful life as his top priority, no matter what

Whatever happens, don't be impulsive.

The expert in the art of Sha Qinlong was bold, and his sword was as fast as flying. He hurried away and came back with a solemn expression, bringing back two pieces of news. The worst premonition finally became a reality. The Buzhou Mountain protective formation disappeared, the sky collapsed, and the sect was shattered.

It was reduced to ruins, and countless disciples of the Fuhai Sect died. Only the "Sword Pavilion" was still intact. Sha Qinlong only wandered around the periphery, hiding in the mountains and forests. He looked far into the Buzhou Mountains and did not notice the enemy. He suspected that he

Generations have left.

Zhi Qihe frowned. The news brought back by Sha Qinlong was mixed, and the situation did not seem to have collapsed beyond control. But could this be a trap? He was a little undecided. Sha Qinlong

Seeing the dilemma of senior brother, he thought about it a little, and took the initiative to ask Ying: "Senior brother, let me go into the mountain to explore and ask for directions. If things are not harmonious, please put the overall situation first."

Zhi Qihe glanced at him, knowing full well that enemies from outside the world cannot be dealt with by common sense. The junior brother was implying that he must endure the humiliation and bear the burden, and the survival of the sect was his top priority, and other pretexts could be put aside. He sighed.

With a sound, he patted his junior brother on the shoulder, feeling sad. Sha Qinlong felt relieved, knowing that the head senior brother had accepted the reality, and it was not in vain for him to go into danger alone. Before leaving, he hesitated for a moment, and finally said nothing.

He came in a hurry and left in a hurry. Sha Qinlong didn't even bother to take a sip of water. He flew away with his sword and rushed to Buzhou Mountain again. This time he went around several times, deliberately showing some movement, and waited patiently for a long time.

, not seeing any reaction from the other party, I ventured back to the sect and carefully looked for survivors. I visited every ruin and every corner. The enemy who destroyed the Fuhai Sect was far away. Buzhou Mountain was an empty mountain. It would be a waste to capture the dragon with sand.

After a lot of effort, we found more than a dozen of our classmates under the rubble. They were gray-headed and silent, with volcanoes buried under their numb expressions.

Sha Qinlong has a high prestige in the Fuhai sect. He organized his fellow sects and divided his troops into separate groups. While searching for survivors, he collected the corpses. If a mountain collapses, it can be erected again. If a house collapses, it can be rebuilt. As long as the people are okay,

Zong

The sect still has hope of rising. It took a full day and night to plow the entire Buzhou Mountain. Sha Qinlong felt extremely desolate. The number of fellow sects who survived this disaster, including the handyman disciples, was less than ten.

One part. At the moment when the mountain-protecting formation collapsed, a section of Buzhou Mountain was cut off, and the shock wave swept across. The deceased's bones and muscles were broken, and his internal organs were turned into mud. There was no way to resist. The corpse was so mutilated that it was impossible to see the end of it.

The culprit who single-handedly caused this tragedy was none other than the great enemy Luo Yaohuang from outside the world. He had a scar on his face that ran from his eyebrows to his jaw. He was as ferocious as a centipede. In full view of everyone, he would never admit his mistake.

Sha Qinlong comforted his fellow disciples, left a few bottles of elixirs, and went to the "Jiange" alone to explore. The Buzhou Mountains were overturned, and not a single place was intact. Only the "Jiange" on the cliff was majestic.

As in the past, it seemed that he had not been affected by the flames of war. Sha Qinlong had just stepped into the "Sword Pavilion", and his heart suddenly sank. The restrictions were gone. Someone came straight in to take and seize them. "Sword Pavilion" is an important place of Fanhai Sect, and the sword technique

The magical artifacts and the memorial tablets of the ancestors of all generations were all hidden here. Sha Qinlong was very anxious. He hurriedly inspected them and saw that everything was intact except for the "sword of sin" on the third floor altar table. He felt relieved a little.

The "Sword Pavilion" was of great importance, and he did not dare to make the decision without authorization. He immediately released a flying sword, left a secret message, and sent a message to the head brother. After most of the day, sword lights swarmed in, and the head of Fuhai Sect, Zhi Qihe, brought

A Qianmen disciple returned to Buzhou Mountain and stopped in mid-air. They saw corpses scattered all over the field and devastation everywhere. They were stunned and speechless for a while. Sha Qinlong came forward with his sword and ignored the greetings. He asked the head brother to go first, "

"Jiange" was inspecting the lost items. When Zhi Qihe suddenly heard about this, his expression changed drastically and he ordered everyone to split up to clean up the mess. He only called his junior sister Qi Hong and hurried to "Jiange" with Sha Qinlong.

The three of them ascended the wooden ladder to the second floor of the "Sword Pavilion". Zhi Qihe suddenly stopped and looked up at the thousands of flying swords on the roof. They were lifeless and motionless, and they couldn't help but gasp. Qi Hong followed his gaze and said,

She said in a low voice: "The enemy broke the restriction and took away the 'Wanren Sword'." Her voice was as low as a big string, trembling slightly, and had a thrilling power.

There are no outsiders in the "Sword Pavilion". Junior Brother Sha and Junior Sister Qi are his most trusted right-hand man. There is no need to hide it. Zhi Qihe smiled bitterly and said: "I'm afraid it may not have been taken away... That 'Wanren Sword' has already been born."

Under the sword spirit, he is unruly and determined to get rid of the shackles of the last restriction, abandoning

I didn’t leave the mountain... This time, with help from outsiders, I finally got what I wanted..."

Qi Hong glanced at the head brother and asked: "Who is the old owner of the 'Wanren Sword'?" Although she knew that this sword was the first of the Ten Thousand Swords of Fuhai Sect and had an extraordinary origin, she had never heard of the sword.

Who is the Lord? He has not even changed his mind to inquire about it. He seems to take all this as a matter of course.

Zhi Qihe said: "I have a powerful senior in Fuhai Sect. He cut through the barriers between heaven and earth with one sword, soared to the upper world, and left this sword to guard the 'Sword Pavilion'. That superior's surname is 'Zong', and his given name is 'Sito'

, his spiritual tablet is enshrined on the third floor of the 'Sword Pavilion'."

Qi Hong glanced at her senior brother and wondered, where did he know these secrets? Why has he never mentioned a word in these years? She knew that there must be something fishy, ​​so she thought for a moment and said: "Master Feijian"

It doesn’t matter if you have one or two handles, but if you find them in the future, the three floors store the painstaking efforts of many disciples, which is very important and cannot be lost!”

It is the custom of the Fuhai Sect that when a disciple enters the third floor of the "Sword Pavilion", he goes to the third floor of the "Sword Pavilion" to worship the ancestors of all generations and offer a drop of his heart's blood.

After studying the jade slip for three hours, the amount of income depends on chance. When Zhi Qihe was reminded by his junior sister, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly climbed up the wooden ladder to the third floor of the "Sword Pavilion". He focused his eyes and saw the offering table.

Only the "Sword of Sin" was missing, the incense burner and the jade bowl were both there. It seemed that someone had burned three incense sticks, and the embers were still there. Qi Hong and Sha Qinlong looked up and saw a spiritual tablet at the highest point in the middle.

The nine-character letter "Your Majesty the Elder Sect Saito" is just an ordinary ink mark and has no spirituality at all.

Zhi Qihe called Qi Hong forward and said, "Junior sister, please check whether there is any shortage of blood essence!"

Qi Hong kneaded the magic formula and used a magical power. His eyes emitted the slightest light. The blood in the jade bowl was rippling and turning. It slowed down a hundred times in an instant. They had different shapes and colors. They fell into Qi Hong's eyes, and every detail was clearly visible. He counted them.

The number was exactly the same. She collected her magical powers and nodded to her senior brother. Zhi Qihe breathed a long sigh of relief. If the precious blood of the younger disciples fell into the hands of someone with intentions, it would inevitably sow the seeds of disaster and cause a catastrophe.

, Luo Yaohuang is arrogant and arrogant, and looks down on such small tricks, which is also a great blessing among misfortunes.
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