Bai Xiaochun was in agitated mood. He looked at the iron egg, the real face under the mask, and now he smiled happily, warmer, the stronger the iron egg, the happier he was.
Especially when he heard the exclamation of people around him before, Bai Xiaochun was even more excited. He wanted to tell everyone that this is my iron egg!
But Bai Xiaochun understood that at this moment, Tie Dan could not come over. He stood in the blood stream sect crowd, looking at Tie Dan, his eyes seemed to have meaning that only Tie Dan could understand.
"Be obedient, go home, and wait for my father to finish my work, and come back to look for you."
Tiedan stomped abruptly. It was very clever, especially when he followed Bai Xiaochun. Bai Xiaochun taught him many things. At this moment, he rolled his eyes and immediately guessed something. After a pause, he bared his teeth towards the people of the Blood Brook Sect, showing brutality. It means, but the gaze seems to be non-existent, sweeping Song Junwan’s chest...
No one else could see the meaning of this gaze. How could Bai Xiaochun fail to see it. He sighed from the bottom of his heart and glared at Tie Dan.
Tie Dan hurriedly lowered his head, roared again, turned around and left suddenly, so fast, and instantly disappeared, and the beasts around him also roared a few times before returning to their respective masters.
The overwhelming momentum that had just been set off slowly dissipated at this moment, and no one noticed that on the Iris Peak, at this moment, there was a look at Bai Xiaochun in the blood stream sect crowd.
There was a strange look in this gaze. It was a woman, a plainly dressed woman with a beautiful face. Although she was a little pale, she did not diminish her beauty. On the contrary, it gave this woman a kind of pitiful and pitiful meaning. Will not help but pity.
"Brother, so you went to the Blood Creek Sect..." The woman hid her mouth and smiled, but a strange light flashed in her eyes... She was the Gongsun Wan'er who disappeared in the Abyss of the Falling Sword that day, and went to Bai Xiaochun to get rid of her blood. During this period of Xi Sect, she returned to Lingxi Sect!
When Gongsun Wan'er looked at Bai Xiaochun, the aura of heaven in Bai Xiaochun's body suddenly shook slightly. He was a little surprised. He faintly felt that his eyes were condensed on him. He looked around and found nothing. When Bai Xiaochun was surprised, the old lady in front of Iris Peak took a deep breath. With a smile on his face, he felt that he had been so good to Tiedan over the years, and it was really useful. As soon as she spoke, Tiedan left.
"Sorry, you guys should leave the North Shore." The old lady of Iris Peak was joyful in her heart, but on the surface it was sorrowful.
Song Junwan took a deep breath, and it took a long time to suppress the unrest in his heart. Although he had known that Lingxi Sect had a king beast, but now he saw it with his own eyes that the feeling when he was really facing it was completely different.
"According to the secret report, this king beast was also nurtured by Bai Xiaochun, who built the foundation of the heavenly path, understood the waters of the kingdom, and nurtured the king beast... What kind of person is this Bai Xiaochun! If this kind of person is my blood stream sect monk... Okay." Song Junwan sighed in her heart, without the thought of continuing to visit. Hearing the words of the old woman on the Peak of Iris, she was about to speak, but at this moment...
A cold snort came suddenly from the sky. In the sky, the majestic vortex has always existed. At this moment, the figure of the ancestor of the Song family, taking a big step, bloody all around, walked out of the vortex.
Behind him, you can see Li Zimo, one of the ancestors of the Lingxi Sect, in the whirlpool, with a look of regret, followed by it.
"Dear friends of the Lingxi Sect, don't make mistakes. Once the war starts, you can't stop!" The ancestor of the Song family looked gloomy, looked back at the whirlpool, looked at Li Zimo, and spoke lightly.
"The conditions given by Fellow Song Dao are too harsh. I, Lingxi Sect... would rather fight for a thousand years!" It was not Li Zimo who answered Song family ancestors, but the vicissitudes that emerged at this moment in the whirlpool. This face is awe-inspiring, filled with the power of endless years, and his eyes are deep. When he speaks at this moment, the sky is full of ripples.
This person is the ancestor of Lingxi Sect, Han Sect!
The ancestor of the Song family shrank his eyes, snorted coldly, and flicked his big sleeve. The blood outside his body suddenly turned into blood mist, which suddenly spread, and his right hand grabbed the people of the blood stream sect below.
"Let's go!" Under his grasp, all the blood stream cultivators, including Bai Xiaochun, flew out in an instant and went straight to the blood mist. After reaching the blood mist, the blood cloud rolled and slammed into the distance. go.
The speed is so fast, there is no shadow for a moment!
All these changes were too fast. When everyone in Lingxi Sect was shaking, the faces that appeared before in the whirlpool in the sky looked at the direction where the blood mist was going away, and their eyes were contemplative.
"Should we keep this old monster Song?" Li Zimo asked slowly.
"This old monster Song has a good cultivation base. Among the eight ancestors of the Blood Brook Sect, he can be ranked as the top three in terms of combat power. If he dares to come alone, he must be prepared. There is deception in it, and this is not a moral act. "The ancestor of the generation pondered for a moment and said slowly, as for whether the main cause was the former or the latter, only he himself knew.
"Brother Han... Li feels that the Blood Stream Sect is unwilling to go to war. Their conditions can see that it is the limit given. We..." Li Zimo hesitated, unable to bear the death and injury of the sect in the future war, and spoke softly. .
"Zimo, you are soft-hearted, but at this time, soft-hearted is useless. The old man also knows that once war starts, there will be a crisis of life and death, my Lingxi Sect will be destroyed, so I agree with the conditions given by Song Wenyun, can you? Even if we missed this opportunity to go to war, we avoided the destruction of the sect and the death of these juniors..." The vicissitudes of the cold sect’s voice echoed with fatigue. Outsiders could not hear his words, only Li Zimo and several other ancestors can be heard.
"So we promised that we will not take the opportunity to attack the Blood Stream Zongshan Gate, nor will we join forces with Konghe Yard, and we will indeed fulfill our promise. However, we cannot allow the other party to use Tongtianhe to set up formations!"
"Once in order to avoid the disaster at this moment, I agreed to the other party to arrange the formation of the Tongtian River, so that the water of the Tongtian River in our area withered, the spiritual energy is reduced, and we are sealed for a thousand years, and everyone's cultivation is stagnant and unable to break through. For a thousand years... I am afraid that it will not be used. In a few hundred years, the Lingxi Sect died on its own, even after a thousand years... At that time, the sect was much weaker than it is now. This is to give the initiative to others and leave the disaster to others. Descendants!"
"It's like a knife hanging around the neck. Thousands of years later, the Blood Stream Sect is different from now. It is already a mid-stream sect. It is many times stronger, but we are fragile. At that time, they wanted to give us mercy. Choosing to follow the agreement, but if you don't want to, you can easily destroy our whole family!" The vicissitudes of the ancestors of a generation seem to have seen the death after a thousand years, and the tone is low.
"I have been sealed for a thousand years, and it seems that deaths and injuries have been avoided, but in fact, it left the serious danger of destroying the door in the future. On the contrary, the situation is not as good as it is now. The situation is changeable. Very powerful, with external forces, everything is possible."
"Zimo, look at things. As ancestors, we cannot look at our eyes. We have to add years to see the overall situation and the future!"
"Lingxi Sect...I would rather die in this generation of iron and blood than a dog who can survive for thousands of years. There is hope after a thousand years, but it is clear... This is a dead end!" The generation of ancestors looked tired, and gradually disappeared after speaking. In the vortex, the vortex of the sky quickly dissipated. Li Zimo was silent for a moment, with warfare in his eyes. He understood that the ancestors of the generation were right. Standing to die, there is hope to live, but you can live on your knees. , The future must die miserably!
Soon after, the commander Zheng Yuandong's orders spread throughout the north and south.
"The sect's great formation remains open, the Luochen Mountain Range formation is lit, and all the disciples who are out of the sect are immediately recalled. All the monks... prepare for battle!!!"
At this moment, in the sky between the Lingxi Sect and the Blood Stream Sect, blood clouds roared past. The blood stream sect cultivators were all terrified. They saw the Song family ancestor sitting at the forefront, his complexion pale and always wrinkled. He frowned, seeming to have infinite thoughts.
Especially when I remembered the words that the ancestors of the Song family said when they were walking in the whirlpool, it was obvious that the communication with Lingxi Sect had failed this time.
After the defeat, the war between the two cases could break out at any time. Under such circumstances, they felt that the journey back was full of danger.
The divine accountant was pale, bowed his head and deduced there. Bai Xiaochun was silent. He knew the whole story and understood the answer of Lingxi Sect at this moment. He sighed in his heart. This kind of big event that determines the sect is not something that Bai Xiaochun can interfere with and participate in. In silence, looking at the direction of Lingxi Sect, my heart was full of worries.
In front of the blood mist, Song Junwan sat next to the ancestor of the Song family, with a vigilant expression, looking around from time to time, and everyone was silent on the way back.
Time passed, and soon this piece of blood mist approached the Luochen Mountain Range. As long as you turn over here, you can return to the blood stream sect's sphere of influence. The Song Family ancestor opened his eyes, revealing deep and cold light.
But until the blood mist flew over the Luochen Mountain Range and stepped into the Blood Stream Sect's range, there was no ambush. Only after they left, the Luochen Mountain Range shook and exploded with a light curtain. , Connected to the sky, looking at it, formed a mighty barrier, standing between the two borders.
"What a Lingxi Sect..." The ancestor of the Song family was silent for a moment and sighed slightly. Deep in his eyes, there was regret and respect. With a wave of his right hand, three light spots flew out of his cuff, in mid-air. It turned into three illusory figures, one of whom, after Bai Xiaochun looked at it, immediately recognized that it was Wujizi.
"Unexpectedly?" These three illusory figures are all the ancestors of the Blood Creek Sect. After they appeared, everyone on the blood mist paid homage to each other. After Bai Xiaochun also met, he raised his head to look at the ancestors of the three illusory figures. Each of the three of them sent out weird waves and distorted nothingness. After Bai Xiaochun looked at it, he was secretly startled.
"The old man made the bait himself. Whether they let me go because of morality or suspicion, this is a kind of fearlessness and dominance in itself, Lingxi Sect... This will be a strong enemy!" Song family ancestor sighed.
The other three people were also silent, Wu Ji Zi looked in the direction of Lingxi Sect, shook his head for a long time, and sighed slightly.
"Unfortunately, we can't believe them, and they can't believe us..." (To be continued.)