The cannon fodder changes his mind, but the protagonist wants to sell swords

Angry, shocked, sad, a fire ignited in the chest, trying to tear the world in front of him into pieces.

Qin Nuo slowly stood up straight, veins suddenly appeared on her white and delicate neck, and her smile was as sinister as ever.

She rose into the sky, and the Frost Flower Sword waved a brilliant curtain of stars in mid-air. Stars fell, and the Frost Flower Sword came from the rainbow light and rushed straight towards Fan Chen on the throne.

This is the Yingyue Sword Technique...!

The Frost Flower Sword is the moon in this swordsmanship. It looks like a gorgeous silver dragon among the stars. It is also the murderous nightmare in everyone's heart.

Fan Chen didn't expect that this little girl had such powerful spiritual power. He tightly grasped the Shuanghua Sword with one hand, trying to contain the sword energy of the Shuanghua Sword.

But he still underestimated Qinnuo after all.

Qin Nuo's eyes were like walking meteors. Wherever his eyes went, Shuanghua Sword was swung.

Fan Chen looked at the little girl in front of him. She was extremely beautiful. She was completely different from the last time he saw her in Wanxiang Mountain. Moreover, he was shocked to notice that her pupils had turned into an icy color.

He exerted force with one hand, but unexpectedly, the Shuanghua Sword was like a wild horse, piercing deeply into his skin and piercing the black robe on his body.

The Shuanghua Sword returned to Qinnuo's hand again. She saw the opportunity and suddenly stabbed Fanchen with the sword in her hand. The aura around her body could be seen with the naked eye rising from her dantian to her head and shoulders.

Fanchen took a breath of cold air. As a demon king, he had fought countless battles with people, and he could tell that Qinnuo's spiritual power had already entered the golden elixir stage at this time.

Not allowing Fanchen to breathe, Qinnuo flew up and formed a complete formation under Shuanghua Sword - the Big Dipper Formation.

Fan Chen was trapped in the formation for a while, unable to escape.

The scene of her parents lying on the ground in a pool of blood stimulated Qinnuo again and again, and her eyes were covered with dense red bloodshot eyes.

It was too late, Fan Chen used up all his demonic energy to compete with the Big Dipper array in one fell swoop.

boom!

The Qiankun Palace exploded, causing considerable tremors on the ground within a ten-mile radius of the capital.

Two powerful forces collided, and Qinnuo fell into the endless darkness.

It rained continuously in the capital for half a month. When Qinnuo woke up again, his parents' blood had already been washed away in the rain.

They just kept their eyes open, even with the last worry about Qin Nuo still lingering in their eyes.

The blood bloomed like the last bright rose on the brick surface of the once magnificent palace. Qinnuo looked at the sky with eyes blankly.

His eyes were filled with loneliness and darkness.

Her parents have worked hard for her whole life for her cultivation future, and now they can finally lie down and rest for a while.

On the first day after she passed through the book, the scene of her father and mother gathered around her to inquire about her welfare is still vivid in her mind. She borrowed the body of the original owner and also enjoyed the love of her father and mother.

Qinnuo, aren't you satisfied?

There were a few more tears in the slowly closing eyes, and the clenched lips told countless grievances.

She suddenly opened her eyes, trembling all over, with deep-seated resentment in her eyes.

She wants revenge!

Qinnuo climbed up tremblingly, searching with her fingers.

"Xiao Bai, Xiao Bai." She shouted helplessly.

At the last moment, even though he was the demon god that everyone feared, she still cared about him.

In the pouring rain, she finally found him.

He turned back into the little silver snake.

In the Broken Sword Sect, Ever since his disciple came down from the mountain, Hefeng Xianzun has never slept well at night.

It rained all day during the day. Hefeng Xianzun looked at the gray sky. It was obviously not covered with dark clouds. How could there be so much rain in the sky? While thinking, my eyebrows were pounding.

At night, when the nightmare struck, Hefeng Xianzun suddenly sat up and broke into a cold sweat.

He looked melancholy at the night sky, which was still raining. There were no stars in the dark night.

Immortal Hefeng couldn't help but think of what Elder Zhu Lie said to him yesterday - before his death, the former sect leader had privately told Elder Zhu Lie that he wanted to pass the position of sect leader to He Feng, his second disciple at the time.

However, the position of sect leader has always been passed on to the oldest disciple or the disciple with the highest cultivation level.

Although the second disciple He Feng is the most talented, his cultivation is the worst among the three disciples. Especially when he was traveling around later, he never made a breakthrough in the early stage of the Golden Core stage.

The former sect leader asked Zhu Lie to assist his second disciple He Feng well after he took over.

Hefeng Xianzun was very surprised when he heard this.

He has never coveted the position of sect leader, and he has never liked the feeling of being entangled in many trivial matters.

However, Elder Zhu Lie's reminder made him remember that the former sect leader died very strangely.

The former sect leader failed to ascend through the thunder tribulation, and he knew that his bones were damaged and he would die soon.

But the former sect leader did not look like he died of illness. One night, he was still a cheerful old man before going to bed, but when he woke up the next day, he passed away!

At that time, He Feng wanted to find out the truth, but senior brother Ming Xin and other elders thought that the former sect leader must rest in peace.

Despite the grief, Hefeng still suppressed the confusion in his heart.

After all, the former sect leader has reached the Mahayana stage. If his ascension had not failed, he would have been able to enter the Supreme God.

In the world of cultivation, how many people could hurt him?

Hefeng Xianzun successfully convinced himself, and gradually, he would rather not think about it anymore.

The next day, Elder Zhu Lie came drunk with two jars of sweet-scented osmanthus.

Elder Zhu Lie has gray hair on his temples and worries about the Confucian classics classes for his disciples every day. With his gray face and shining eyes, he looks like a worldly teacher when he comes from a distance.

In comparison, Hefeng Xianzun is more like a layman who retreats to the mountains and forests.

When the two of them looked back on their past cultivation experiences together, Elder Zhu Lie suddenly asked him:

"I have become angry with you over the years, and now it is impossible for the Immortal Lord to serve as the sect leader again, but I still want the truth. Does the Immortal Lord want to investigate further?"

Hefeng Xianzun was lost in thought. He lowered his head and saw the clear surface of the wine in the jug reflecting his sullen face. He drank it all in one gulp.

"check."

The first person they checked was Sect Leader Mingxin.

"In front of the mirror of the past, darkness has nowhere to hide. It can trace a person's past and present lives." Hefeng Xianzun narrowed his eyes slightly and said.

"The Qianchen Mirror? That is an ancient artifact. How can we, mortal cultivators, get it?" Elder Zhu Lie frowned.

"I and I have it at Yangfeng Peak." Hefeng Immortal Master's tone could not help but be filled with pride.

"What! The Immortal Lord has not come down the mountain for half a year... Could it be..." Elder Zhu Lie thought of something and couldn't help but froze.

"Could it be that your disciple brought it back from the mountain?"

"Exactly." Hefeng Xianzun drank a cup of tea leisurely and said calmly, the sides of his beard curled up slightly, and he couldn't suppress the curvature of the corners of his mouth.

Back then, all the young carrot heads stood in the main hall, and none of them looked down upon Qin Nuo, but now, it was too late for others to envy his good disciple.

Looking at the entire Broken Sword Sect, whose cultivation level can rise as fast as Qinnuo's?

"The Immortal Lord has good eyesight. If Qinnuo brings back the mirror of the past at such an age, it will surely resound throughout the sky in the future."