He begs to guard the name of a palace for his great sin.

This is a kind of sadness that is not recognized.

Qin Ning, Qin Rou, and even Qin Ming, their parents witnessed the most glorious era of the Sword God Temple, with a vague reputation and a glory that is not far away.

However, this kind of glory has long been destroyed with the burial of that year.

Some of them had already died and turned into bones.

Some are imprisoned and become prisoners of the lower classes, and their former glory has turned into sins that are despised by the world.

But as their children and descendants, they have to bear this kind of sin, grow up in all kinds of cold-eyed ridicule, and bear the unbearable heaviness.

Qin Yu was silent.

Perhaps, the Qin clan had already given up on them, but they had not been slaughtered and just wanted to clear this generation in this way.

When these sinful bloods are completely clean, at most, they can create a world again and rebuild a new sword temple.

"This is the seed left by the Qin clan and Emperor Changsheng!" Qin Yu couldn't help but hold his hands tightly, and felt a hint of chill and sadness from the bottom of his heart.

After all, he is the source of all this.

But he didn't expect the Qin clan to do so resolutely, that everything related to Qin Wentian was purged, and even their descendants were implicated and affected to this day.

Seeing that Qin Yu stopped talking, Qin Ning mistakenly thought that he had finally realized that he had fallen into a pit. He was also a little embarrassed at the moment and did not say a word.

A moment later, a magnificent group of palaces appeared before my eyes.

In the center is a golden palace, towering and towering, with nine big swords of different shapes inserted behind the golden palace, which looks particularly spectacular.

"What a sharp sword!"

Qin Yu's eyes lit up suddenly.

The nine great swords were rusty and were taller than nine floors of buildings, but each one exuded a terrible sword intent, and the mysterious secrets made people dare not look at them.

"Brother Yuan has good eyesight." Qin Ning couldn't help but say.

"In the past dynasties, few people have seen the mystery of these nine great swords as soon as they enter."

"Is there really some tricks?" Qin Yu couldn't help asking.

Qin Ning nodded: "The nine swords represent the highest achievement of my Sword God Temple. Each one has a shocking sword technique."

"No wonder." Qin Yu couldn't help but be moved.

Among these nine great swords, there is actually the highest skill of the Sword God Temple.

He looked at the golden hall, the nine big swords, the empty square...

This is where his father once lived and practiced.

"Since the ancestor of the Longevity, my Sword Temple has always been the best among the seven temples. The hall masters of all generations must practice at least three of the nine sword techniques before they can be qualified to succeed." Qin Ning said proudly.

When talking about the former reputation of the Sword God Temple, his eyes shine brightly and his chest can't help but stand up.

His father, mother, grandfather, and great-grandfather all came from the Sword God Temple, and they had extremely special feelings for this place.

"At least three sects can you succeed the palace master?" Qin Yu was slightly moved.

Being able to be a unique skill in a palace will definitely be earth-shaking. It is not easy to practice one. If you want to become a palace master, you have to practice three.

No wonder, the strength of the Sword God Temple has been outstanding among the seven temples over the ages.

"Has anyone practiced all the nine sword techniques?" Qin Yu was curious and couldn't help asking such a question.

Qin Ning and Qin Rou looked at each other and shook her head.

"I have never heard of this. Each of the nine sword techniques is earth-shaking. It is poor in manpower. It is too difficult to practice the nine swords." Qin Ning sighed.

"But I heard that the former Palace Master had practiced seven..."

"Xiao Rou!" Qin Ning shouted violently.

Qin Rou's delicate body trembled slightly, and she was stunned for a moment.

She looked at Qin Ning, knowing that she had lost her speech, and stopped talking immediately, lowered her head angrily.

"Brother Yuan, please come here." Qin Ning smiled, as if nothing had happened.

But Qin Yu knew it very well.

He knew that because of the dòng    luàn twenty years ago, Qin Wentian's name was a taboo in the world of immortality and could not be mentioned easily.

Qin Yu followed the two brothers and sisters and continued to move forward.

Rumble...

At this moment, the nine big swords suddenly vibrated, so that the entire spiritual sword god reacted slightly.

"What's going on?" Qin Ning's expression changed slightly and he looked down.

I saw that one of the nine great swords seemed to be alive, shining with infinite light, soaring into the sky and breaking through the sky.

The dazzling light illuminated the entire Lingjian Mountain.

Countless palaces seemed to be covered with a layer of coat, extremely dazzling.

"What happened?" Qin Rou's delicate body shrank slightly, like a frightened little rabbit.

"That's... the Great Light Brahma Emperor Sword!?" Qin Ning roared in dismay.

Each of the nine great swords in the Sword God Temple represents an supreme swordsmanship, which is the unique skill of the True Palace.

Now, the one that emits infinite light is the Great Light Emperor Sword.

It is said that this sword technique is top among the nine major sword techniques, and is known as the highest speed.

Rumble...

Just when everyone was surprised, the infinite light suddenly dissipated, the flowing clouds gathered, and the mountains were quiet.

Even the nine great swords returned to their previous appearance, as eternal as ever, as if nothing had happened.

"What a ghost? The Nine Divine Sword has not been revealed for decades."

Qin Ning stared at the bottom with a puzzled look on his face.

"Brother, didn't they say that the Great Light Brahma Emperor Sword is dead? How could it be..." Qin Rou was still scared and couldn't help but say.

However, before he finished speaking, Qin Ning stopped him.

"This is strange, let's talk about it later."

"Brother Yuan, please come here. I will take you to Mingxin Palace first and settle down." Qin Ning said.

Mingxin Hall is the place where disciples live on weekdays.

In fact, now that the Sword God Temple has withered, many temples have been empty. As long as they are not important, they are usually living at will, and no one cares about it anyway.

...

At this moment, in the world of immortality, in an ancient mountain.

The terrifying sword light suddenly shattered, and a middle-aged man with a bearded face opened his eyes. He was holding a gourd in his hand, smelling alcohol, and his face turned red.

At this moment, the drunken eyes burst into light and looked in one direction.

"Finally, Qin San, you are so lucky to have a good son."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man with a beard stood up and pinned the wine gourd around his waist.

"Damn it, at most, you can break this world and create another world."

A roar sounded, shaking the four fields, and the middle-aged man turned into a sword light and disappeared.

...

Central Royal City, a towering white tower.

A man in a wide robe walked out and looked into the sky, showing a solemn look.

"Master, what happened? You actually asked you to leave the seclusion early?" A young man next to him said respectfully, with a hint of surprise on his face.

"The Great Light Brahma Emperor Sword!? Twenty years have passed, and this sword has been showing its sharpness again?" The man in a wide robe murmured to himself, shaking his head.

“Master…”

"I'm leaving the custody of my teacher, don't make a statement for the time being. I'm going to see someone first."

"Who?" the young man asked subconsciously.
Chapter completed!