The black hall is solemn and majestic, invisibly making people feel nervous.

On the huge seat deep in the middle, a thin figure sat down. He was an unusual woman, but his body was filled with unparalleled power, giving people the feeling of being a towering mountain.

"Twenty percent of the interests... take action alone..." A slightly sharp moan echoed in the air, "It seems that the old man Xuanyun is determined to win this time. But it is time for the Sword Sect to fall."

He looked up, his thin face looked extremely funny under the divine crown on his head, but no one dared to show any trace of it before him. Because those who did this were dead.

"Reply to Wuji Sword Sect, my God Sect agreed to his request, and all agreements remain unchanged for the time being."

...

"Ancestor Xuanyun, what is the confidence that he is not afraid of the backlash of the Sword Sect." On the floating island, the old man in white frowned slightly, showing a thoughtful look, "Is it really a problem with Jian Wudao's cultivation?"

After a long time, he shook his head and his expression returned to calm. No matter what, the conditions given by the Wuji Sword Sect were enough.

Then you might as well keep watching and adapt to the situation.

...

A man with a high body was standing on the top of a vast mountain, and every piece of high muscle on his body was made of steel.

He did not move, but had a terrible aura that emanated itself, as if he wanted to break the world.

At this moment, the corner of the man's mouth raised, revealing a deep mockery, "What does the survival of the Sword Sect have to do with my Beasts? Chuanxin Wuji Sword Sect send a piece of chaotic black iron, and I Beasts Road can continue to support them!"

...

All forces responded one after another, and undercurrents were already surging under the calm.

The great disaster is coming!

...

The weather is clear and the sun shines through the thin clouds, adding a little more tranquility to the courtyard.

But at this moment, there was a faint burning smell floating in the air.

In the corner of the courtyard, Yu Xuanji was half-squatting on the ground, his slightly tightening of his sword robe outlined her beautiful curves.

There was a brazier on the ground, and some paper money had burned to the end.

"Dad, mother, little brother, Xuanji has not disappointed your expectations, has been recognized by the sect, and is qualified to attend the conference. I am not qualified to go to the Wuji Sword Sect to take revenge, but Xuanji swears that this time, he will definitely kill a disciple of the Wuji Sword Sect to commemorate you."

Yu Xuanji's voice is cold and reveals rare hatred, and it penetrates deep into his bones!

But soon, for some reason, she looked slightly relieved, and a hint of sadness appeared in her eyes, "Yu Mo, if you have a spirit in heaven, please bless me and successfully fulfill my promise to my father, mother, and brother."

She stood up, and footsteps were heard behind her.

Zi Yan frowned slightly, revealing doubts, "Junior sister, are you?"

"It's nothing, I'll pay tribute to the deceased relatives." Yu Xuanji's expression has returned to calm, "Senior Sister, I'm ready."

Zi Yan was a little suspicious, but she didn't think much about it and said, "Then let's go. Before the conference, we must master the sword given by the Seven Elders as soon as possible with the help of the teacher."

Her eyes shone for a moment, revealing a hint of confusion and admiration that was not easy to detect. She touched the long sword behind her that was close to her body, and the upright figure of the Seventh Elder couldn't help but appear in her mind.

What a man who is unforgettable!

...

As the conference approaches, the sword sect is like a tense spring, revealing an invisible urgency.

But before morale comparison, there have been earth-shaking changes.

The sect leader came out of seclusion and the seventh elder returned. All the sword sect cultivators were filled with strong self-confidence.

This time, the Sword Sect will be safe!

Unlike the confidence of ordinary disciples, Jian Wudao clearly knew his situation, and all he had left was the power of a battle.

So, as the conference was about to be held, he looked extremely solemn.

After lowering his head and thinking for a while, Jian Wudao raised his head and spoke slowly, "Seventh Junior Brother, with your cultivation level, holding the king-level divine sword, can you fight against the cultivation of the Heavenly Dao?"

On the opposite side, Mo Yu hesitated for a moment and nodded.

Jian Wudao's expression relaxed and he apologized: "It's not for me to explore my junior brother's cultivation. It's because my Sword Sect can't tolerate any mistakes at this moment." As he spoke, a smile appeared on his lips.

The Seventh Junior Brother can fight against the Heavenly Dao, so even if he is discovered by someone, the Sword Sect still has a support.

In this way, he had no worries.

Whoever jumps out of the conference will be the first to burn it completely and give it a deep memory.

Jian Wudao's eyes flashed with a sharp flash.

Mo Yu took everything into his eyes, pondered for a while, and said, "Sect Master, there seems to be something wrong with your body."

Jian Wudao looked surprised and hesitated, "How much can junior brother see?"

"Not much. It's just a vague sense. The stronger the senior brother shows, the weaker the energy, which is like an overdrawn method." Mo Yu spoke calmly. He had not had any sense before. After integrating the swordsmanship, he practiced one step closer, and then he realized that it was inappropriate.

Jian Wudao was speechless for a while. What Mo Yu said almost pointed out the essence of his current situation. He looked up and exclaimed, "Junior brother, Brother Wei really wants to know, what kind of strength do you have?"

As he said that, he waved his hand, "You don't have to tell me, Brother Wei just asked casually. But what you said is right. In the face of the great disaster of the Sword Sect, I have to use some secret technique to force my strength. But the price is to burn my life span, and it is irreversible. Therefore, Brother Wei can't hand over this secret technique to you."

A hint of apology appeared in Jian Wudao's eyes.

Mo Yu's heart was trembling slightly, "Will you die?"

"Death is the destination of all living beings in the world, and we, the monks, cannot be exempted from it. I am very pleased to be able to die for the Sword Sect." Jian Wudao spoke lightly, his expression calm.

Mo Yu was silent and felt respect for Jian Wudao.

"Do you burn your life?" He pondered for a moment, and suddenly a cluster of blue flames appeared in the palm of his hand.

Jian Wudao's eyes condensed, revealing a trembling look, "What a powerful vitality! What kind of treasure is this?"

"It is a kind of strange fire that I accidentally recovered in my early years. It is called Qingmu Fire. It contains powerful vitality and can replenish and repair the lost life of the cultivator." Mo Yu sighed in his heart. In recent years, the Qingmu Fire has also evolved to a great extent in his body, and its power is far greater than the original one.

But even so, a peak sword cultivator at the imperial level, who used the secret technique to forcibly touch the life span caused by the Heavenly Way, was still not something that could be repaired.

Unless, Jian Wudao can find it, a treasure with greater vitality than the fire of Qingmu.

But Mo Yu walked through the heavens, except for the fire of green wood, he had never seen the second type, similar treasures that could interfere with the lifespan of a monk. This also became a mystery in his heart.

Jian Wudao showed joy on his face, "That's great! If I burn all the energy of this fire in one battle, I will burst out with strength to approach the second step of the Heavenly Dao. At that time, people who have ill-behaved in the Sword Sect will pay a heavy price!"

But soon, a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face, "But in this way, the fire of Aoki will be completely destroyed, so let it go."

Mo Yu shook his head, "Senior brother, don't worry, I have a fire in my body, and even if it is destroyed, it will slowly recover."

He handed out the flame and wiped out his own breath.

Jian Wudao was overjoyed when he heard this. He carefully took the fire of Qingmu and quickly merged into his body. His eyes were slightly brighter, and a rosy flashed across his face, and he exclaimed: "It's really hard to imagine that such treasures can be nurtured between heaven and earth. The junior brother could get them in his early years, and he has a deep blessing."

Mo Yu hesitated, "Actually, senior brother can also try it, maybe he can use this to protect himself."

Jian Wudao was slightly stunned, a warm feeling surged in his heart, and he smiled and said, "Junior brother is intent. But for me, I know my situation. Once the secret method begins, the loss of vitality cannot be recovered by Qingmu Fire."

Mo Yu sighed secretly, but soon shook his head and suppressed his mood. Perhaps this is Jian Wudao's destined fate.

He bowed, "Senior Brother, if possible, please give me this secret technique."

Jian Wudao hesitated, "This..."

Naturally, he was not reluctant to leave, but he didn't understand. After knowing its side effects, Mo Yu actually wanted to contact him.

"Don't worry, senior brother. Over the years, my situation is different from that of most monks. This secret technique is bound to death for others, and I may have a glimmer of hope when I use it. Of course, I will not use it until the deadline is bound to death, but I just think it is a card to fight for my life." Mo Yu explained lightly.

Jian Wudao nodded, "So that's the case. As my junior brother said, maybe it's possible to really use this secret technique. But it's best not to use it. I think my junior brother has his own qualities, so I won't say much for you."

He raised his hand and pointed out a sword light.

"Including the secret method, please read it."

Mo Yu stretched out his hand and took the sword light into his palm. A message suddenly appeared in his mind. It was the method of practicing secret methods.

Just a little swept over, Mo Yu was stunned because this secret method gave him a little familiar feeling.

The Demonic Way of the Yellow Spring!

This is a magic secret technique he mastered in his early years. He burned his vitality and exploded terrifying attacks, but as his strength increased, he was rarely used. After all, the way to burn himself and explode wildly is too dangerous. After use, he will fall into absolute weakness, and any danger is enough to lose his life.

The secret technique of the Sword Sect is like an enhanced version of the Huangquan Demonic Way, and it cannot be stopped. Once it is burned and has a strong combat power that lasts for a period of time, it will be an inevitable death ending.

Is there some connection between the two?

This thought flashed, and a trace of strangeness appeared on Mo Yu's face.

Do the Huangquan Demonic Way in Xuanhuang World and the secret techniques of the Abi World Sword Sect happen to be the same or the same source? If it is the latter, the fog hidden in the world will suddenly become much thicker!

"Junior brother, is there anything wrong?" Seeing that he had not responded for a long time, Jian Wudao looked puzzled.

Mo Yu instantly came back to his senses, "No." He thought for a while and said, "Senior Brother, do you know where this secret technique comes from?"

Jian Wudao's expression changed slightly. He hesitated for a moment before whispering, "This secret method was brought out from hell by the teacher."

Hell, the holy land of Abi World, a large number of monks enter every year, three out of ten, but they still continue to fly like moths to the fire.

Mo Yu's eyes flashed slightly. If he had the chance, maybe he should go to hell.
Chapter completed!