dejected fairy

Chapter 219 Middle Scene of Sword Finger Gate

"Master, this is my Eighth Sect... My Eighth Sect outside the Banner Mountain has kept the key of the township for 400 years as the main body."

In the elegant pavilion, Chen Yuan sat on the main seat, looked at the long swords held by the elders of the eight sects, and nodded slightly.

Whoosh!
Beside him, a fiery red light flashed, and he saw a little fiery red fox rushing straight to several elders, rolled the long sword with his tail, and returned to Chen Yuan, presenting it in front of Chen Yuan like a treasure.

"Master, please look!"

Chen Yuan lowered his head and looked at the long sword.

This is a simple long sword, the whole body is dark, as if wrapped in rust, and many ancient patterns can be vaguely seen.

The moment he saw the sword, the time mirror in Chen Yuan's chest trembled slightly.

"The power of time? No, it's a little different."

Raising his hand, he picked up the long sword and held it in his hand. Chen Yuan concentrating for a moment, then drove a divine sense to infiltrate into the sword, but the divine sense was directly bounced back.

"It's really extraordinary."

Chen Yuan flicked his fingers, and the evil thoughts mixed with a little spiritual light seeped in. Although they were also ejected instantly, a faint flame was caught in the sword.

True fire remains.

"However, compared to the real fire of the demon's remnant soul, this real fire is too weak to be used at all. It will be exhausted with just one blow. Not to mention, this seemingly ancient long sword is actually extremely tough , I don’t know what material it is, and it’s hard to enter the mind, so there’s no way to refine it.”

On the side, looking at Chen Yuan's pensive appearance, Monk Xuan, Li Xuanji and the others carefully looked at each other without saying a word, but they couldn't help but feel nervous, for fear that none of the three lords in the past had ever comprehended the key to fortune-telling. Even in Chen Yuan's hands, nothing special could be revealed, which disappointed Qishan and left them.

Since that day, I saw Chen Yuan displaying his supernatural power, defeating the incarnation of Xingjun, and refining five kinds of auras. I was really shocked. Afterwards, under the guidance of Li Xuanji and others, coupled with the bad news from all sides, Many surrendered islands had accidents, and the Eight Sects of Qishan finally realized the danger of the situation, and finally decided to fully surrender to Chen Yuan.

If Chen Yuan is just an irrelevant person, and there are disciples from the Eight Sects, then that's fine. They are just pretending to be false and trying to take advantage of each other at most.But after finding the records about Chen Yuan on that day, and confirming the identity of the "False Words" Qishan Legacy, more information and records were unearthed, and finally the elders of the Eight Sects became attached to him. thought.

After all, "Xu Yanzi" is more qualified to call himself Qishan than them!
If the Eight Sects were strong, they might choose to suppress, exclude, or even obliterate when they heard that there was a Qishan legacy appearing!

But now that the strong and the weak are changing positions, the eight sects are the weak side. They want to cling to Chen Yuan, but they are afraid of giving sincerely. For this reason, he took the initiative to attribute the eight sects to the Qishan Outer Sect, just to make the connection and cause and effect of the two sides justified.

Noticing the expressions of these people, the little fox sneered and puffed out his chest subconsciously.

He had already remembered it, no wonder after seeing this person of Shenzang, he became close to him, and bowed to him. It turned out that this person is indeed the orthodox heir of Qishan!

Looking at the mob who stole the name of Qishan, the fox was full of superiority, and felt that if he rebuilt the sect in the future, he might be able to be the master of the spirit beast hall and manage these people who were attached by the outer sect.

"good."

Suddenly, Chen Yuan looked at the ancient long sword and praised: "It is indeed the key treasure of Qishan, and it does contain a mystery."

Ok?
Such a long sword is both important and important, but when it comes to its usefulness... the so-called key of fortune is mainly to control the formation that protects the island. Apart from keeping Qishan Island standing in the sea, there is not much strange, even It cannot be used to fight against people, and there is no great supernatural power hidden in it.

Of course, Qishan Dadao is the foundation of the Eight Sects, if it is controlled by others, the foundation will naturally be shaken.

However, the leaders have studied for hundreds of years and haven't discovered many secrets. How can you be seen to be good with just a few breaths in your hands?This is Qishan's authentic method?
Suddenly, they came to their senses!
"I'm afraid this guy knew how to use this thing from the very beginning."

Regardless of the thoughts of several people, Chen Yuan stood up immediately.

"Now that the key is in hand, it should not be too late. It is time to go to the Grand Canyon to see what the Immortal Gate of the Myriad Worlds and the Master Master of the Myriad Worlds in the land of teaching work look like, and whether there is a road sign for the Hollow Realm."

Chen Yuan now has a clearer plan, thinking of at least raising his cultivation level to the previous level before returning to the cave, but this does not prevent him from mastering the method and route to the cave first.

While thinking about it, he stepped forward, and in a blink of an eye, he was outside the Xingzhai Pavilion, and he was about to rise up on the clouds!

"Uncle Shi! Uncle Shi!"

Monk Xuan, Li Xuanji and the others turned pale with shock. They even showed the foundation of the sect, but they didn't get the response they deserved. How can they feel at ease?I thought you made an act of surrender, so you have to express it no matter what, but what kind of thing is it to take something and leave?

"The key to luck is related to the Eight Sects... It is related to the safety of our Qishan Outer Sect. You hold it in your hand and you should give it to... Be careful!" Monk Xuan shouted loudly. There is still weakness, but I have scruples in my heart, and I will change it three times.

"I know what you are thinking." Chen Yuan glanced at a few people, and said with a smile: "Since I have received your enshrinement and made a covenant of cause and effect, I will not ignore it, let alone bear the name of Qishan. How can I just walk away?"

After the words fell, he took advantage of the wind and headed straight for the great rift valley in the center!

Seeing the direction in which Chen Yuan left, the faces of the others were still ugly, but Monk Xuan heaved a sigh of relief, and said to the others: "Anyway, I finally got the promise, you can rest assured."

"How can you rest assured?" Si Jie shook his head and was about to say more when he suddenly changed his mind and looked towards the sea to the east.

Several other people also looked in the same direction.

On the surface of the sea, at some point, there were already dark clouds rolling in, and there was a strong evil spirit inside, and there were a few long laughs.

"Children of the Eight Sects, I heard that the red blood old ghost has died! This is so sad! I don't know where his mourning hall is, I have to send him off! Oh, what a pity, I have always wanted to settle old scores with him, but in the end But died! How can I avenge this? Now, I can only let you juniors bear it!"

"It's the Dragon King Nieyuan, the ancestor of Heiqiu!"

Everyone's complexion suddenly changed!

On the other side, Chen Yuan's body is like a rainbow, falling straight into the pitch-black canyon!
In the darkness, there were many strange voices and distorted faces coming towards him, trying to surround him!

But when Chen Yuan's Yin Jue was pinched, the altar in the depths of the darkness resonated with him!

hum!
The ghost face is terrified, and the strange sounds are scattered!
Chen Yuan flicked his long sleeves to disperse the dark wind, then flew straight all the way, and in a blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the altar, then stopped slightly, his eyes and spiritual thoughts swept around, but he didn't see the dead body, so he pondered for a moment, then walked straight up The altar, in front of the stone tablet.

On the stele, the long sword-shaped groove trembled slightly.

The simple long sword in Chen Yuan's hand resonated accordingly, and he pushed it into the slot!
hum!
The entire Dark Rift Valley suddenly fell silent.

The voice disappeared, and the ghost face disappeared.

A little light rises from the stone tablet, reflecting on the distant mountain wall, forming a gate.

Boom!

The door is open.

Soft light gushed out from it, covering Chen Yuan.

　It's just before zero o'clock...I'll fix it later
　　
　
(End of this chapter)