Roar!
The Plague Demon King once again appeared as a three-eyed toad, roared angrily, and swallowed Long Fei, the leader of the Qinglong Sect, in one gulp. The latter's laughter still echoed in the air, but the person was gone.
"The taste of the Qinglong Sect Master is indeed extraordinary, hahaha!"
The Plague Demon King laughed loudly, and his body like a hill suddenly knocked over more than a dozen stone tablets and rushed out. He was suppressed for millions of years and finally escaped.
"careful!"
Ye Chuan waved the iron-blooded flag in his hand, jumped up high, and hung on the stone wall like a bat.
Mrs. Qinglong, Nan Tian and others followed suit and gave way one after another.
Long Fei, the leader of the Qinglong Sect, is already so difficult to deal with, let alone the Plague Demon King in the semi-saint realm, who is unstoppable. Fortunately, the Plague Demon King was so excited after he escaped from trouble that he was eager to return to the vast world outside without any hesitation. He rushed out of the cave with a loud roar and walked away. The restrictions and poisonous powder outside the cave caused Long Fei, the leader of the Qinglong Sect, to suffer a big loss unprepared, but he could not stop this peerless monster from the outer world.
In the darkness, a muffled sound came.
Old Han was the first to be unable to hold on and fell from the stone wall. He had no body temperature, no heartbeat, and had an unusual physique, but his vitality was severely damaged after losing an arm. As soon as the Plague Demon King left, he couldn't hold on any longer. Mrs. Qinglong Murong Feihu quickly stepped forward to bandage his wounds. Yinshan Old Demon, Nan Tiandu and Qing She Zhenren moved around and quickly cleaned the battlefield. In addition to the Qinglong Yanyue Sword owned by Long Fei, the leader of the Qinglong Sect, they also found a booklet with the four ancient Chinese characters "Qinglong Baodian" written on the cover. , apparently, it fell from the arms of Long Fei, the leader of Qinglong Sect, during the fierce battle.
These two things are from Qinglongmen. Now, the leader of Qinglong Sect, Long Fei, is dead, and it is Mrs. Qinglong's turn, Murong Feihu, to take power. Ye Chuan shook his head, winked at the old demon from Yinshan, and motioned for him to send Mrs. Qinglong over.
Mrs. Qinglong took the Qinglong Book, groped for the four characters on the cover with some reluctance, and then burned it.
"Madam, you..." Ye Chuan was a little surprised.
"This is an evil taboo skill that harms others and does not benefit oneself. No matter how powerful it is, don't use it, lest the Qinglong Sect will have a treacherous and evil person like Long Fei in the future. As for this Qinglong Moon-Crueling Sword..." Qinglong's Lady Murong Feihu raised his long sword and waved it a few times before walking up to Ye Chuan and said, "Master Ye, the ancients said that flowers are given to beauties and swords are given to heroes. This Qinglong Yanyue Sword is given to you."
"Madam..."
Old Han and Master Qing She screamed in surprise.
The Qinglong Yanyue Sword is not just a treasure, it is also a powerful weapon that suppresses the fate of the sect. It took a lot of effort to get it, how could it be given to an outsider
"Madam, you'd better take it back."
Ye Chuan shook his head and declined the gift from Qinglong Madam Murong Feihu, "Legend has it that this is a great weapon to suppress your Qinglong Sect's luck. Who can afford such a great gift?"
Although the Qinglong Yanyue Sword was powerful, Ye Chuan already had the unrivaled Iron-Blooded Banner, so he really didn't have much interest in this sword.
"Master Ye, didn't you accept the bigger gift?"
Mrs. Qinglong, Murong Feihu, bowed slightly and saluted. She looked up at Ye Chuan, revealing her fair and slender neck and a touch of snow on her chest. She said softly: "Legends are just legends. The Qinglong Yanyue Sword has been lost for so many years. Shouldn't the sect be well?" ? Now, although Long Fei is dead, his henchmen and minions are still there, and the Nu family alone cannot deter or eradicate them. Mr. Ye, if you have nothing urgent, just stay at Qinglongmen for a few more days, and treat it as if it is no longer necessary. How about doing me a favor and giving me a chance to entertain you and thank you for your help?"
Mrs. Qinglong's eyes were watery and her face was a little flushed.
Although the leader of the Qinglong Sect, Long Fei, died, he still left many minions and confidants in the sect. Mrs. Qinglong, Murong Feihu, is now weak and has just lost a group of masters. Ye Chuan is naturally indispensable to control the situation. s help. The Qinglong Yanyue Sword is useless, so it is better to give it to Ye Chuan. Of course, there is also a bigger gift, that is...
Mrs. Qinglong, Murong Feihu, did not speak directly, but Ye Chuan understood, and the madness last night came to mind.
"Okay, then let's stay for a few more days. It just so happens that I have an old friend who is still in Qinglongmen. It's time to go and meet him." Ye Chuan nodded and gave the Qinglong Yanyue Sword to Nantiandu. A thought came to his mind. A twisted and ferocious face.
That guy Li Guanghan has been in trouble many times. Even after his last attack on the Yunwu Sect failed, he still didn't give up and went to Qinglong Gate to cause trouble. This time, he won't be allowed to be carefree and cause trouble.
"Okay, let's go back to Qinglongmen immediately!"
Mrs. Qinglong ordered, turned and left.
Now, before the news of the death of Long Fei, the leader of Qinglong Sect, has spread, it is time to seize the power of the sect and eradicate Long Fei's minions. It's too late, maybe something else will happen.
The group of people cleaned up the battlefield and left in a hurry. After walking out of the cave, Nan Tiandu wielded the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and struck hard. The Devil's Cave collapsed, and the grotto inside was buried forever under the ground.
When they arrived, the group was very fast, but they were worried about the leader of the Qinglong Sect, Long Fei, who was on the carriage and did not dare to run as fast as he wanted, so they restrained their speed. When I went back, I no longer had any scruples and just gave it my all. Mrs. Qinglong, Murong Feihu and others flew through the air on flying swords. Only Nan Tiandu was on the ground and ran wildly with Ye Chuan. Not only did he not fall behind in speed, but he also rushed ahead faster than the flying swords, making Mrs. Qinglong The others were stunned.
In the early hours of the morning, Qinglongmen, which was crowded with people during the day, became quiet.
The disciples either fell asleep or practiced intensively behind closed doors. The huge sect was silent and there was nothing unusual about it. For most people, there is no way to know the whereabouts of the sect leader Long Fei, let alone that he has died a tragic death. However, one person is an exception.
In the Qinglong Villa near the Qinglong Hall, there is a courtyard where the Qinglong Gate is dedicated to entertaining distinguished guests. There is still an oil lamp burning in a study room inside.
Under the oil lamp, a young man wearing a mask sat at the desk, holding a writing brush in his hand. The servants had already polished the ink. It seemed that he wanted to copy some calligraphy or write a letter, but the young man did not. Put pen to paper. I was upset and angry, not knowing what to write. After a long time, I snapped my fingers and broke the penholder.
"Your Highness, it's getting late. Let's rest first." A guard stepped forward and spoke.
"Rest? Tomorrow I will set off to the Yunwu Sect to assassinate that boy Ye Chuan, but the sect leader Long Fei hasn't come back yet. How can I rest?"
Li Guanghan was upset and angry. He stood up and walked around the study. After walking a few times, he suddenly sat back at the desk, picked up a pen again, and wrote many words "Ye Chuan" on the white paper. Then the strokes were like hooks, marked with crosses one by one.
Tonight, for some reason, he had a very bad premonition, and he felt uneasy as if something big was going to happen. Thinking of the increasingly powerful Ye Chuan, I felt even more uneasy and gnashed my teeth in hatred.