Li Qingzhi stood quietly in front of the high seat, bowed respectfully towards the direction of the underworld, and bid farewell to the Taoist sages.

Deep inside Yanyu Tower.

The old figure also stood up and bowed his hands.

From now on, there will be no sages in the Taoist sect.

Half a day later.

Outside the Yanyu Building, three figures stepped forward.

The leader, Xuan Ming, entered the Yanyu Tower holding a broken sword wrapped in rags.

"Owner!"

In the mist and rain, the three of them saluted. Xuan Ming held up the Immortal Killing Sword with both hands and said respectfully, "Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."

On a high seat.

Li Qingzhi looked at the three people below and said calmly, "Thank you."

After speaking, Li Qingzhi held his right hand emptyly and took the Immortal Killing Sword.

The coarse cloth cracked, revealing the true form of Zhu Xian. The broken stone sword was extremely heavy.

Li Qingzhi looked at the stone sword in his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The Dao Sect’s sword of killing, killing immortals.

Sure enough, it lives up to its reputation.

After a moment, Li Qingzhi withdrew his gaze, looked at the three people below, and said, "The reward will be sent to your residence later. You three have been running around for a few days, so go down and rest first."

"My subordinates resign."

The three of them bowed again, then turned and left.

"The three of them are quite loyal."

Deep in the Yanyu Tower, an old voice sounded, saying, "I haven't swallowed the Immortal Killing Sword privately."

"It's not about loyalty, it's about not daring."

In front of the high seat, Li Qingzhi said calmly, "They know the strength of Yanyulou very well. Moreover, there is only one Zhuxian Sword. The three of them do not trust each other, but they can restrain each other. The best choice is to send the sword back."

"What do you decide to do with this sword?" the old voice asked.

"Suppressed in the mist and rain tower, nourished by the aura of killing."

Li Qingzhi said something, and his figure passed by and came to the front of Yanyu Tower. He immediately stepped on it and jumped up.

Upstairs in the Yanyu Tower, Li Qingzhi held the Zhuxian Sword backwards and inserted the ancient sword directly into the top of the Yanyu Tower.

moment.

On the Zhuxian Sword, an astonishing devouring power erupted, wildly devouring the murderous aura in the Yanyu Tower.

If there is a place with the strongest murderous spirit in the world, apart from the battlefield, it is the Yanyu Tower.

Similar to the power of faith in the Temple of Heaven in the Western Regions, Yanyu Tower is the strongest killer organization in the world. It has countless killers in charge, and the most indispensable one is the aura of killing.

The Dao Sect's killing sword, which is nourished by the killing energy of Yanyu Tower, is the most suitable.

At the same time, the great commercial capital.

Outside the South City Gate.

Five people rushed back.

When he was about to enter the city, Li Ziye stopped and looked in the direction of Yanyu Tower, with the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

From now on, Yanyu Tower can truly have the strength to compete with the world's forces.

The second brother must know his intentions and there is no need for him to worry.
Chapter completed!