"Senior Brother Yan, it's really you!"
In an inn in a small town that cultivates immortals at the foot of Jindaomen Mountain, Yan Shixun looked at Yan Ziye with surprise in his eyes.
He has been lurking in the Golden Sword Sect for thousands of years. As a price, the Void Sword Sect also allowed him to enter the Mirror of Reincarnation, giving him a great opportunity.
But after all, he is not the genius that the Void Sword Sect focuses on cultivating. On the day when the Mirror of Samsara was broken, no one took action to save him. All the memories that happened in the Mirror of Samsara have long since disappeared, and only some mental techniques learned in the Mirror of Samsara remain in his mind. .
Naturally, he did not remember that the role he played in the Mirror of Reincarnation would be Yan Ziye's father, the feudal official of Dahan State, and the governor of Qinghe County.
He only remembered that Yan Ziye was famous and talented in the Void Sword Sect back then. As long as he was a disciple in the sect, there was no one who did not admire him, and he was even sure in his heart that Yan Ziye would be the next generation sect leader.
But no one expected that Yan Ziye would disappear not long after he came back from the mirror of reincarnation.
Yan Ziye saw Yan Shixun's surprised expression, which looked quite strange. Although he knew that many things that happened in the reincarnation mirror were illusions, he still couldn't help but care.
"Senior brother, where have you been all these years?"
Yan Shixun looked at Yan Ziye, as if he had found someone to talk to. His usual aloofness as an elder of the Golden Knife Sect turned into loneliness, "I haven't returned to the sect for hundreds of years, and I don't know if my friends from back then are still there." …remember me."
Yan Ziye's eyes flickered and he said slowly without answering his words: "In the eyes of those cultivation friends, you died a thousand years ago."
"What?!"
Yan Shixun's mind was suddenly shaken, and his pupils shrank suddenly, "Why?"
Yan Ziye shook his head and laughed self-deprecatingly, "To the sect, who are we? Even if I don't become a half-emperor for a day, I will just be a tool that can be thrown away. These...you have been cultivating for many years, so you should understand."
"It's actually like this..."
Yan Shixun looked even more lonely. The light that originally rose in his eyes when he met Yan Ziye disappeared at this moment.
Yan Ziye watched Yan Shixun recover in silence.
Although there was a suspicion of inciting rebellion, what he said was true.
Those who are sent out as spies by the Void Sword Sect will not end up well. The various benefits promised by the sect are just a mirror, and there are very few who can actually get the huge reward.
As Yan Shixun has been living outside for thousands of years, the senior leaders of the sect have long distrusted them. Even if they occasionally get information from them, they will work with other spies to confirm the authenticity again and again.
"hehe… "
Yan Shixun shook the wine glass in his hand and suddenly laughed softly. His voice sounded like it was filled with sand and was extremely sour. "In the world of cultivation, favor is both the most valuable and the least valuable. If you still remember me, Yan Shixun, I'm afraid it's a You can count them on your hands."
When Yan Ziye heard this, he knew the heat was coming, so he pretended to hesitate and said, "You... want to go back and take a look?"
Yan Shixun was startled for a moment, and then he looked moved, "Brother! Do you have any idea?"
Yan Ziye nodded with a smile, but then shook his head, "My identity is sensitive, so I can't take you back. However, there is an opportunity now. If you seize it, you may be able to break through the shackles of the Void Sword Sect and get a brighter path. The path of cultivation.”
Yan Shixun's face changed slightly, "Senior brother..."
He was able to work as a spy in other sects for so many years without being discovered. He was not a fool. The meaning of Yan Ziye's words made him shudder.
Betrayal? !
"Don't worry."
Yan Ziye held down Yan Shixun's trembling hands, "You and I share the same surname, and I will not harm you. Nor will I let you take any risks. As long as you do your duty, the rest will be left to me, senior brother. .”
"Business?"
Yan Shixun's eyes were full of hesitation, and Yan Ziye was not annoyed. He laughed softly and pointed at the Golden Knife Gate.
"For you, it couldn't be easier."
Yan Shixun stared blankly at the Golden Blade Gate, still not understanding, but he soon understood.
boom! ! !
A stream of purple light fell from the sky and slammed into the Golden Knife Gate's mountain guarding formation. It was not until the plaque of the Golden Knife Gate's main hall was smashed into pieces that the original shape of a purple dagger was revealed.
"what is that?!"
"Our sect's main hall was smashed!"
"What!"
"Brother, come out quickly, something big has happened!"
“…”
A huge roar resounded through the mountains, the main hall was destroyed, and the entire Golden Blade Sect disciples rioted. Not long after, Jin Zhentian, the leader of the Golden Sword Sect, flew out of the main hall with all the elders.
"How dare you, Xiao Fangxiao, be so arrogant in my Golden Sword Sect!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a pleasant female voice with a sneer sounded, "It's me."
The strong wind danced in the void, and the hem of Su Dieyin's skirt was hammered. Her phoenix eyes were as cold as knives, and her face was stern. Ling Qinglan followed silently behind her, keeping a low profile.
"It's you!"
Seeing Su Dieyin, Jin Zhentian's eyes changed. The moment he opened his mouth, the sound wave turned into an illusory golden knife and struck into the void.
Judging from his movements, he actually wanted to kill Su Dieyin immediately, leaving her without a chance to speak.
Su Dieyin did not panic, but smiled and said: "Uncle, are you so anxious to let your niece die?"
While he was speaking, Ling Qinglan raised his head and revealed an ordinary face. He only took a step forward and waved his sleeves.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
Those extremely sharp golden knives collapsed one after another like an egg striking a stone.
Seeing this scene, both Jin Zhentian and the other elders of the Golden Blade Sect showed horrified expressions.
This person... is definitely not at the stage of divine transformation!
Didn't Jin Zhentian say that after Su Zhuo's year, the Su family would no longer have a backer
Why did another great master of the Tribulation Stage appear and protect Su Dieyin? !
For a moment, all the elders panicked, but only one old man wearing a dark gray robe frowned, stared at Jin Zhentian, and asked: "She called you uncle, her Chengao's daughter?!"
Jin Zhentian looked at the indifferent Ling Qinglan, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and when he heard the old man's question, his face became even more ugly, and he said bravely: "Uncle, you must not listen to this witch's nonsense. If I have a daughter, how can I let her Abandoned?"
"Hehehe..."
Seeing Jin Zhentian's quibbling, Su Dieyin immediately chuckled and said sarcastically, "This old man, uncle, he is right. When he learned that I was living outside, he couldn't wait to send someone over to get close to me with a knife. .”
"You are the owner of the second room of the Su family, Su Dieyin!"
An elder who didn't know the truth recognized Su Dieyin's identity and shouted coldly: "Su Dieyin, have you forgotten that the twenty-five sects in the Nine Provinces are not allowed to kill each other, otherwise all the sects will attack together." Of!"
Jin Zhentian paused after hearing this
She was slightly energetic, bowed to Ling Qinglan, and said plausibly: "This master, I don't know what Su Dieyin promised you, asking you to help her like this, but the iron law of Jiuzhou Region cannot be broken, if you If you insist on harming our sect, even with your level of cultivation, you will definitely be in trouble, but you should think twice!"
As Jin Zhentian spoke, he observed Ling Qinglan's reaction, hoping to see some information from his face, but he was disappointed.
Ling Qinglan seemed to have not heard his words, her face remained expressionless.
Seeing Jin Zhentian still struggling, Su Dieyin couldn't help but smile, smiling very happily, "I have been wandering outside since I was a child, fighting for food with wild dogs, and fighting for clothes with beggars. If my adoptive mother had not kindly taken me in, there would be no Su Die today. Sounded.
In recent days, there have been some changes in the Su family, which have nothing to do with my second wife, but I didn't expect that someone would take the opportunity to assassinate me. Thanks to this stab, I understood... It turns out that my revenge has not been avenged. Jin Zhentian, don’t you want to get my father’s skills? I'll let you expand your horizons! "
At the end of Su Die's words, his face suddenly filled with murderous intent, and he formed a magic formula with both hands that made Ling Qinglan's expression suddenly change.
"Go to me!"
brush! brush! brush!
Three flying swords shot out from the Qiankun Ring and struck towards Jin Zhentian.
Jin Zhentian immediately used a round bell-shaped magic weapon to block the flying sword, but his expression was much uglier than if he had not blocked it.
The Ao Jian Jue he was looking for so hard was actually in Su Dieyin's hands, and... was exposed at this moment!
"Chengao's Proud Sword Art, this kid..."
The old man in gray robes looked at Su Dieyin, whose face was full of murderous intent. His lips were trembling violently, and his old eyes were instantly moist. "My granddaughter is still alive!"
"This is the proud sword art of the previous sect leader!"
"She is really the sect leader's daughter!"
Many elders who didn't know were also shocked. The Ao Jian Jue was the last sect leader's secret move. The sword moves were weird and unpredictable, and they would definitely draw blood every time they were used!
But since the previous sect leader died suddenly and inexplicably, this sword technique has been lost. Although Jin Zhentian is Jin Chengao's biological brother, he has not inherited this sword technique. No one knows where the sword technique has gone.
But today, I finally have the answer.
And the answer... is very unusual.
For a time, many people looked at Jin Zhentian strangely, and many even distanced themselves vaguely and distanced themselves from each other.
The other few who couldn't tell the relationship were moving their eyes around, as if they were looking for an escape route.
Jin Zhentian also wanted to escape, but the ordinary-looking middle-aged Mai put too much pressure on him. Apart from being able to barely resist the sword light constantly shooting from Su Dieyin's hand, he could no longer take a step forward.
But he was guarding the front, but was able to release a cold sword beside him.
Poof!
The old man in gray robe fiercely inserted the flying sword into Jin Zhentian's heart. A pair of turbid old eyes were full of red, as if they were about to bleed. "You killed my daughter and your own brother! You beast, take your life!!"
Jin Zhentian's eyes widened, and blood spurted out. He pressed the flying sword against his chest tightly, but the old man in gray robe held it harder.
Seeing the opportunity, Su Dieyin used her fingertips, and a golden light broke through the gap in the round bell and inserted into Jin Zhentian's throat.
Hua Hua
Blood spurted out like a fountain!
"Ho ho... I'm not willing to give in!"
Jin Zhentian covered his neck and fell limp. He never thought that his greed would have such evil consequences.