"Three thousand years ago, the Netherworld Palace was a branch of the Sword Sect. The current master of the Netherworld Palace is a traitor to the Sword Sect. However, this person is not bad. He has his own fate and relied on the resources of a sect to become a leader.

The first of the six demon sects in the Eastern Wasteland."

Chen Guang said coldly: "You know why senior brother is angry, right? A sect that grew up with traitors actually dares to take action against the disciples of this sect. It really doesn't know how to live or die!"

Lin Yun was surprised. He didn't expect that there was such a connection.

"Don't think too much, just practice hard. Just like you answered me before, just keep the sword in your hand and have a clear conscience."

Chen Guang looked at Lin Yundao.

"Thank you, uncle."

Lin Yun put away the scroll and left the Nether Palace. He did not return to Feiyun Peak and came to the Immortal Viewing Platform, one of the four treasures of the Sword Sect.

rock!

Lin Yun placed the purple kite sword box under the stage, and the mountain peak trembled slightly.

Before the grand gathering at Tianchi, he would retreat here.

Lin Yun glanced at the boundless sea of ​​clouds. Three thousand years ago, Yu Qingfeng leveled the two peaks of the Sword Sect with one sword.

Three thousand years later, the sword light left by Yu Qingfeng has been blessing the disciples of the Sword Sect.

The Sword Sect has its own courage. The Sword Sect disciples will eventually win back the sword they lost in three thousand years.

Uncle Chen Guang is right. Whether it is the master, the headmaster, senior brother Feng Jue, or others in the Sword Sect, everyone is doing their own thing and just try their best.

Wow!

Lin Yun spread out his hands, holding the funeral flower in his left hand, and jumped down from the sea of ​​clouds.

He passed through layers of clouds, his body kept falling, and finally saw a bright moon, landing in the center of Guanxian Lake.

Putting the funeral flowers at hand, Lin Yun sat cross-legged in the middle of the lake, and then slowly closed his eyes.

His heart merged with the vast lake water. Dressed in a green shirt, a touch of breeze, once the wind and moon, will last forever.

On Guanxian Lake, there is always a moon.

But today in the ancient wilderness, there is a different kind of adventure.

No matter where you are in the vast ancient wilderness, you will be stunned when you look up.

In the sky, wherever Mu Xuankong passed by, there was an extra bright sun in the sky.

Two suns appeared in the sky at the same time, with dazzling light and two suns competing for brightness. Almost everyone was shocked by this scene.

One of the big suns was moving rapidly across the sky, and a human figure was faintly hidden in that bright sun.

The kings of the life and death realm of the major forces, as well as the saint realm bosses, clearly saw the figures hidden in the bright sun.

It’s Mu Xuankong, the headmaster of the Sword Sect, Mu Xuankong!

Suddenly, the entire ancient wilderness was completely boiling, and Mu Xuankong actually came out of the mountain.

What is this for?

The other super sects in the Ancient Ancient Territory were all frightened, and all the saints were forbidden to fly into the air and looked very nervous.

If I remember correctly, this was the first time Mu Xuankong left the Sword Sect after becoming a saint.

In that great sun, everyone could feel the undisguised murderous intent and anger coming from Mu Xuankong.

"What is Mu Xuankong doing? Is he going to start a holy war?"

In the Ancient Realm, there has been no fight between saints for many years!!
Chapter completed!