Jiangzhou City.

The city is built on Jiangxinzhou, just as its name suggests.

After a day of noisy, night fell, but the entire city was still brightly lit and full of prosperity.

The courtyard of the Jiangfu is built next to the river, covering an area of ​​more than a hundred hectares, with extremely exquisite, grandeur and majestic.

As a rising star in recent years, the Jiang family has emerged in many talents and has now become the largest force in Jiangzhou City. No one dares to provoke its dominant position.

After dealing with daily trivial matters, Jiang Ze walked into the back house. Although he had already ascended the throne for three years, he still reported to his father every day about the affairs of the clan and followed his father's instructions.

Because he knew in his heart that without his father, there would be no Jiang family today. He was really wise and worthy of his life to learn.

"Father, son asks for a visit." He saluted respectfully before stopping outside the ordinary courtyard.

But unexpectedly, my father's voice did not sound.

Jiang Ze's heart was thumping. In the past two years, his father's health was getting worse. Don't you dare to think too much. He pushed open the gate of the courtyard and walked into it quickly.

But what he saw in front of him suddenly made him feel cold.

The courtyard is engraved with a shimmer array, and the soft light makes it like daytime. My father is kneeling on the ground, and the two men look expressionless.

The plain gaze suddenly made Jiang Ze's heart chill, his body stiffened, and he couldn't make any moves any more.

Jiang Youmin turned his head, his old face turned gray and full of death, and said in a deep voice: "Three Young Master, the things that happened back then were all done by the old slaves, and they had nothing to do with my Jiang family's children. Please spare their lives."

Jian Ce had no expression on his face, "Tell me, who took action back then and washed my Lei family?"

Jiang Youmin's lips twitched for a moment and said dejectedly, "Qingxiao Sword Sect, they threatened the family to surrender, but the master did not agree, which caused trouble."

"Qingxiao Sword Sect." Jian Ce chewed, remembering the name firmly, and suddenly said: "Then Uncle Jiang, what role did you play in this matter back then?"

"I... Young Master, they have taken the old slave's family hostage. If I don't obey the orders, they will die! Old Master is confused for a while and has suffered so much in recent years. I'll be so sorry for you, please forgive me!"

"The Lei family has 1,763 relatives, guards and servants, a total of more than 20,000 people, were killed overnight. Their blood dyed the Hubo in the family. Uncle Jiang, if you want me to forgive, how can I forgive? How can I forgive!"

Jian Ce's voice was calm, but the coldness in his words made Jiang Youmin's eyes wide open in horror.

Swish!

The sword light flashed, a head fell to the ground, and blood gushed like a spring.

Mo Yu was silent, with no strange expression on his face, because if it were him, the same would have been true.

No matter what difficulties exist, there is no possibility of resolving the hatred of the clan.

A moment later, the Jiang family fire was raging, and the flames soaring into the sky illuminated the entire Jiangxinzhou, reflecting on the surface of the river, as bright red as blood.

Mo Yu withdrew his gaze and said lightly: "Qingxiao Sword Sect, this sect knows where it is, I will take you there."

He waved his sleeves and the two figures moved away directly.

Qingxiao Sword Sect, located in Nanchen, belongs to a first-class mainland force, but under the burning flames of hatred in Jian Ce's chest, it turned into ruins in just half an hour.

Mo Yu did not take action, he stood on the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back, waiting quietly.

When despair, the painful wailing gradually disappeared, Jian Ce walked out of the Qingxiao Sword Sect step by step, and the blood dyed his robe red, and his body was filled with terrifying murderous intent.

Mo Yu frowned slightly, his performance did not seem to be revenge for great revenge.

Jian Ce said calmly, "The one who destroyed my Lei family back then was indeed the Qingxiao Sword Sect, but they were also instructed by others."

"who?"

"The Sage of the Wild Saint."

Mo Yu was slightly silent, looked at him, and said, "There is a deep hatred between this sect and the Barbarian Holy Sect, but at the moment, you can't take revenge on them."

At this moment, the Barbarian Holy Sect was defeated and the matter of sacrifice and protection was carried out.

Jiance had a tough face and pursed his lips and said, "It will eventually dissipate."

"Not bad, it takes a year to a long time to three years, and sacrifices will be destroyed without any attack. At that time, this sect will notify you and go together."

"After doing so many sins, the Barbarian Holy Sect should have completely disappeared."

Jian Ce focused his head, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Before this, I want to go into seclusion in Taibai Sword Sect, so please allow fellow Daoist Mo Yu."

"Yes." Mo Yu nodded without hesitation, "Let's go, this matter will be arranged for you."

...

Sword Sect Sword Tomb.

Jian Ce opened his arms, and suddenly countless long swords buzzed, and the sharp sword intent broke out and roared into his body.

It seemed a little painful, his brows frowned slightly, but his face was still calm and there was no trace of dissatisfaction.

The scene before his eyes made Mo Yu's heart slightly move, and he pondered: "Fellow Daoist Jian Ce's cultivation method is really strange, and this sect has never seen it before."

Jian Ce put down his arm, and the sound of sword intent breaking through the air quickly dissipated. "My sword path is relatively easy to practice this path for the sword of destruction. Continuous practice and even absorb external sword intent can quickly improve one's own strength."

"But the Sword of Destruction has only one chance to shoot with all its strength in his life, detonate all the sword intents in his body, destroy both body and spirit, and stimulate the strongest sword."

Mo Yu's eyes contracted slightly, and even with his state of mind, he was shocked by the terror of this sword of destruction. This was simply a self-harm sword that destroyed himself first and destroyed the enemy.

In today's world, few monks choose to practice such exercises. When they were truly popular, they were in a brilliant and crazy ancient era.

In order to protect the tribe, warriors often do whatever they want in order to protect their tribe.

Without exception, the power of such exercises is amazingly terrifying.

Mo Yu suddenly understood why Jian Ce's cultivation level was only in the demigod realm, but he could give him an inexplicable sense of crisis. I think it was because of this.

After a while of silence, he slowly said, "Jian Ce..."

I wanted to say something, but I couldn't speak.

"I understand what you mean and I am very grateful, but the only purpose of my life to this day is to avenge my revenge, and there is no other thought." Jian Ce's smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This was what Mo Yu saw. He smiled for the first time, "I think from now on, you and I will be friends."

"We are friends." Mo Yu shook his head and suppressed his mood swings. "If you insist on doing this, maybe I can help you and make you stronger."

He raised his hand and a sword aura penetrated directly into his body.

Jian Ce's face changed slightly, but he soon showed joy. Under the breath of this sword art, the vast sword intent, which had already reached the edge of explosion, suddenly became silent.

This means that he can absorb more sword intent and burst out with more terrifying power when it finally explodes.

"Jiance, if you are willing to change your mind, maybe I can help you solve the hidden dangers in your body. Now you should know that I have the possibility of doing this."

Mo Yu spoke seriously.

He was not familiar with Jian Ce, but he admired his forbearance and struggle for many years and forced the sword to retain it in his body. This kind of pain is very imaginable. Moreover, the similar experiences between the two made him feel natural close.

Jian Ce just shook his head, without saying anything, and strode towards the depths of the sword tomb.

"When the sacrifice and guardian disappear, come and call me..."
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