"Junior brother, we are going thousands of miles away, so be careful along the way!"

Seeing this scene, Taoist Wuya felt unspeakable emotion in his heart.

In the Kunlun lineage, among his contemporaries, only Taoist Wufeng and Wuhen could hold such great responsibilities.

Taoist Wu Feng is dead!

Taoist Wuhen is almost the only one left among the Kunlun elders who has a chance to reach the Golden Core realm.

However, this battle is related to the survival of mankind and the survival of the Chinese race. If the Kunlun Sect does not contribute, it will not be justified either in terms of logic or in terms of the favor with Jun Yuanjun.

If he is not the leader of Kunlun, he should go to this battle!

But the Kunlun Sect has been passed down for thousands of years, and the foundation of the founder cannot be ruined, and he, as the leader, cannot be sacrificed at this time.

Therefore, he could only let Taoist Wuhen go.

Taoist Wuya watched Taoist Wuhen leave. He could do nothing but pray that Taoist Wuhen could come back safely.

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"Master, this disciple will never embarrass Zuowangfeng!"

"In the battle tomorrow, I will let everyone in the world know how elegant our "Green Lotus Sword Art" at Zuowangfeng is!"

Taoist Wuhen returned to Zuowang Peak and knelt down three times and kowtowed nine times in front of the Patriarch's Hall. Although he had some fear in his heart for the coming of evil spirits from outside Antarctica, he was more filled with fighting spirit!

Who among those who practice martial arts doesn’t want to be famous all over the world?

Don't say that the gods have no desires and demands, the gods are still fighting for a piece of incense!

After offering three sticks of incense to his deceased master, Taoist Wuhen exited the ancestral hall. In the courtyard, he saw his wife coming out with her son in her arms.

He stepped forward and touched his child's face lovingly.

The child was already over one year old, and he shouted "Daddy" with his teeth and claws open, asking Taoist Wuhen to hold him.

Taoist Wuhen suddenly felt a little guilty in his heart.

"I know I can't stop you. Be careful along the way. My son and I are waiting for you to come back!"

Although Madam was reluctant to give up, she knew that this was the path chosen by Taoist Wuhen himself, and if it blocked him, he would never be reconciled to it for the rest of his life.

Her husband is a great hero, not an old otaku who lives in Zuowangfeng all his life!

"Madam! I'm sorry for you! This life is too short...the next life..."

Taoist Wuhen wanted to talk about some love paintings, but halfway through, he couldn't help but shed tears.

"Eh..."

But at this moment, a cute girl with a bun face woke up in a daze and came out to use the toilet. She saw her master and wife at the door and didn't know what to say.

She then walked over, rubbing her eyes, and asked strangely: "Master, Master, why aren't you sleeping yet?"

Then, when she saw the divine sword on her master's body, she kept her eyes open and asked strangely: "Master, are you going on a long trip? Why did you bring the Chaolu divine sword with you?"

This Morning Dew Divine Sword is the ancestral Divine Sword of Zuowang Peak. Normally, his master would not even touch it. Only when he encounters great things, such as going to other sects to participate in some conference, will he occasionally touch it.

Take it out and hold up the scene.

However, the girl asked a few questions, Taoist Wuhen and his wife just looked at each other without speaking.

The bun-faced girl who was originally very slow to react to everything now felt the dull atmosphere. She slightly pulled the corner of Taoist Wuhen's clothes and said, "Master, when will you come back? Don't leave for too long.

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"Senior brother told me that I didn't recognize anyone when I was a child. If he left for three days, I wouldn't recognize him. If you leave for a long time, when you come back, my junior brother won't even recognize you."

The girl's innocent words made Taoist Wuhen dumbfounded.

Ever since she was little, this child has always spoken a little out of tune. But fools are blessed, and everyone on Kunlun Mountain seems to like her.

At this time, Taoist Wuhen turned around and touched Jiang Xiaoya's head. Although Jiang Xiaoya was his disciple, he had raised Jiang Xiaoya since he was a child, and emotionally he was like a father and daughter.

"Master, what's wrong with you? You suddenly touched my head? Didn't you say last year that when I grow up, I can't let others touch my head casually? I'm a girl."

Jiang Xiaoya looked at Taoist Wuhen with a smile.

Taoist Wuhen was like his father. Although he was strict sometimes, most of the time, Taoist Wuhen was very kind and loved to joke with her.

She still remembered that when she was a child, her favorite thing was to let her master carry her on his back, ride the wind and wield a sword, and see all the scenery of Kunlun Mountain in one day.

That was her best memory!

But when she grew up and realized the difference between men and women, she was too embarrassed to let her master fly away on his back.

At this time, Taoist Wuhen looked at Jiang Xiaoya lovingly and said: "Xiaoya, master is gone. You have to practice hard in the future and stop being playful. And when your senior brother comes back, tell him that master is not here, so forget about it."

Feng, leave it to him."

"Also, take good care of your junior wife and junior brother, the master is gone!"

After saying that, Taoist Wuhen took one last deep look at Zuowang Peak.

This is the place where he grew up and where he grew old... This is where he married his wife and where he taught his disciples... This is his lifelong home!

His favorite time in summer is to sit on Wangfeng Peak, where the pond is full of lotus flowers and the lotus leaves are infinitely green! And he likes that summer evening, dancing sword by the pond, while his wife can sit in the small pavilion next to it.

In the middle, play the piano for him...

He could live like that for a hundred years and not get tired of it for a thousand years!

It's a pity that the alien demon-eating insect has arrived...

If no one stops it, the earth will be destroyed, and Kunlun may experience another ordeal!

No one in the world knows that tens of thousands of years ago, a clan of extraterrestrial demon killers descended on the earth and killed everyone they saw...killing all the monks above the Golden Core level in the Kunlun Sect, leaving only a few outer disciples.

On that bloody night, Kunlun suffered a disaster, with countless casualties and classics destroyed.

The souls that linger in the Valley of Death all year round... People from other sects only thought they were souls that accidentally entered Kunlun and died in vain, but they didn't know that it was the burial ground of countless ancestors of Kunlun!

Thousands of years ago, Kunlun was so powerful!

At that time, Tianzhu Buzhou Mountain had not collapsed, and there were three great masters in Kunlun who had entered the Yin-Yang Realm. There were more than a thousand strong men in the Golden Core Realm, and there were countless disciples in the Foundation Establishment Realm...

However, when the Demon Killing Tribe came, they killed the Kunlun Sect and shed a river of blood, leaving only three hundred outer disciples left!

One hundred thousand people, buried in the Kunlun Death Valley!

No one wants to encounter the disaster that happened thousands of years ago again!

In order to protect this home from being destroyed, Kunlun, someone must stand up!

He is not the first, nor will he be the last!

"Madam, Xiaoya, I'm leaving..." Taoist Wuhen said goodbye to the two of them. He turned around and prepared to leave with his sword.

But at this moment, Taoist Wuhen felt a familiar aura. He looked up and saw a Taoist wearing a blue robe who had always been taciturn, landing in front of him.

"Junior Brother Wuyan?"
Chapter completed!