"Now, the ten-thousand-year promise has arrived, and the Jianzhong Holy Spirit Hall has exploded at this time. It probably means that Qin Shi is the son of destiny. In other words, from today on, the Jianzhong Holy Spirit Hall will probably cease to exist.

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"So, although there was a strong aftermath just now, it did not really affect our sword sect. However... the explosion just now was full of terrifying and violent energy. I think... maybe something will happen."

Hearing this, Fang Qing was not surprised. It was obvious that she was well aware of this. But at this moment, her eyebrows furrowed slightly and her jade eyes suddenly looked into the distance.

In the distance is Taishang Pavilion.

In his field of vision, in the dark sky of Jianzong, there were three vague figures speeding towards Fang Qing of the Holy Spirit Hall.

Looking at the three figures, Fang Qing's delicate body couldn't help but tremble, and she said softly: "It seems that the change you are worried about has already occurred."

Lu Shan was stunned for a moment before he raised his eyes. Then when he noticed the three figures, the old man's posture became particularly desolate.

"That, that's Zhang Hun?"

"Buzz!" In an instant, the sword sect's thrilling vision was shrouded in the sky by a strong black sword light. Zhang Hun, wearing a golden sword robe, fluttered past, holding his hands behind the proud sky.

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When they saw him, everyone in the audience was shocked.

And the more this happens, the more excited he seems to be, and his heart-wrenching laughter echoes.
Chapter completed!