On Ninth Peak, the four sons left, and the sadness when they left was either hypocrisy, or the sorrow of the loss of a classmate, or perhaps the helplessness of one's own destiny.
In the blood-stained sword box, a white rainbow filled the blood, and there was a faint whisper. The sad sound in the sword made people unconsciously feel the coldness.
"Yin'er" Ning Chen looked at the little girl who was practicing sword practice not far away and said softly.
"Is something wrong?" Yin'er ran over and asked.
"Can you feel the sound of this sword?" Ning Chen asked.
Yin'er heard the words, stepped forward, reached out and touched White Rainbow Sword's body, trying to feel the sound in the sword.
After a long time, Yin'er stood up with a look of shame on his face and said, "I only heard the sad sound in the sword, but I couldn't hear anything else clearly."
"It's okay"
Ning Chen gently rubbed the little girl's hair and said in a calm tone, "Your training days are still short. You are already very powerful if you can notice these things. Keep practicing swordsmanship."
"Yes"
Yin'er responded, then trotted to the bamboo forest and continued practicing his sword.
In front of the peak, Ning Chen waved his hand to put away the bloody White Rainbow Sword, and looked at Message Peak in the distance, with a little light flashing in his dark and deep eyes.
Soaring Cloud seemed to already know his fate before leaving, so why he had to leave.
Qi Huan and Ayluo Zhen obviously know something, but why are they still unwilling to tell them?
How many unknown secrets are hidden in Momen? What role does Ink Lord play in this?
Many questions were like fog lingering in his heart. Ning Chen thought for a long time, but couldn't find the answer. He looked away, stepped forward, and rushed towards Third Peak.
After a few breaths, Third Peak appeared in black clothes and walked towards the bamboo house on the peak.
The wooden door opens and you see that there is only a bed and a table and chairs in the room. It is simple and plain, with nothing else.
Ning Chen looked at it for a moment, then turned his gaze and looked elsewhere on the peak.
On the peak, it was peaceful and peaceful. Except for a medicinal field, there seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary elsewhere.
Medicine field?
Ning Chen suddenly frowned and walked over.
In the medicinal field, which is less than ten feet wide, a large medicinal plant grows in it. The fragrance of the medicine is fragrant and spreads for ten miles.
Third Peak's master is good at growing medicine. This is no secret. There are hundreds of great medicines, and each one is a treasure and priceless.
Mortal royal dignitaries have come to Ink Mountain Third Peak for medicine more than ten times. However, Soaring Cloud, who has always been kind to others, has never agreed to this matter once.
Ning Chen looked at the hundreds of medicinal herbs in front of him for one moment, two moments... for a whole hour, and never looked away.
An hour later, Ning Chen looked at the place where he and Soaring Cloud had taught swordsmanship before, with a little brilliance flashing in his eyes.
With a gentle step, the figure flashed very fast, with strange steps, no deviation at all, walking among hundreds of large medicinal plants, recreating every step Soaring Cloud took in the first battle that day.
Taking the last step, the void shook, and the figure in black quietly disappeared.
Ning Chen walked out of the unfamiliar silent space. In front of his eyes, a stone chamber stood in front of him, filled with gloomy and biting air.
Ning Chen walked forward, waved his hand and opened the stone door. He was shocked by the rumble and saw an astonishing scene. On the table in front of him, there were pieces of spiritual tablets displayed, with strange names. Except for two, all the others were unheard of.
At the end of the spiritual tablet, a spiritual tablet was engraved with the words Soaring Cloud. It was shocking to see myself setting up a spiritual tablet for myself again.
In the penultimate position, the words Huayang are clear and eye-catching. They are obviously the same person as the tombstone encountered on the mountain behind Ninth Peak.
Six tablets and six names are clearly imprinted on Ning Chen's heart, so heavy.
The first peak, the second
Peak, Third Peak, fourth peak, Ninth Peak?
Ning Chen's thoughts kept turning. If these people were all the former masters of the peaks, then who is this extra person?
Zi Chuan, a strange name, I have never heard Qi Huan and others mention it.
It was hard to figure it out, Ning Chen gathered his thoughts and stepped out of the stone room.
In the medicine field, the void flashed, and Ning Chen walked out. Immediately, the figure flashed past and flew towards another peak.
Message Peak Daotai, Ink Lord opened his eyes and looked at the ninth son who left Third Peak. His old eyes were deep and no waves could be seen.
Eighth Peak, Ayluo Zhen stood on the cliff, with long silver hair fluttering in the wind, and eyes looking into the distance, unable to hide their sadness.
At this moment, the man in black clothes walked out, looked at the woman in front of the cliff, and said, "Eighth Senior Sister."
Ayluo Zhen looked back, looked at the young figure appearing behind him, and said softly, "What's the matter?"
"Who is Lü Luo?" Ning Chen asked directly.
Ayluo Zhen heard this, his body trembled, his eyes flashed with disbelief, and he said, "How do you know this name?"
"Eighth Senior Sister, please don't ask me how I know this. Can you tell me who this person is?" Ning Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and said.
"The former Lord of the Fourth Peak," Ayluo Zhen said with a heavy tone.
"Where is Yue Zhu?" Ning Chen asked again.
"The Lord of the Second Peak" Ayluo Zhen responded.
"Xiang Yuan"
"The Lord of the First Peak"
"Huayang"
"Ninth Peak Lord"
Each name, each heavy answer, just like Ning Chen guessed, the people holding the token were all the former masters of the peaks.
"Where is Zi Chuan, who is it?" Ning Chen asked.
Hearing this name, Ayluo Zhen fell silent. After a long time, he said, "I don't know this person very well. It seems to be the former master of Seventh Peak. However, under normal circumstances, if something happens to the master of each peak, no one will succeed him. Why Seventh Peak is an exception, I don't know."
"Why can't anyone inherit the same peak? Ninth Peak's position as Lord, including me, isn't there two people?" Ning Chen frowned.
"Your situation is different," Ayluo Zhen said softly.
"Why?" Ning Chen asked puzzled.
"I can't tell you, and don't ask again. If possible, it's best not to know about it for the rest of your life," Ayluo Zhen solemnly warned.
Ning Chen had a strange look in his eyes and gave a polite salute, "Thank you, Eighth Senior Sister, for informing me. Junior Brother is leaving."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Chen turned around and left without staying any longer.
Watching the former's retreating figure, Ayluo Zhen sighed softly. Did the third senior brother leave any clues for him? Could it be that the third senior brother really thinks that the ninth junior brother can change their destiny.
Ninth Peak Behind the mountain, Ning Chen, who came with doubts, walked out and headed directly towards the depths of the dense forest.
In the dense ancient forest, giant trees blocked the sun, and the figure in black disappeared in a flash.
The moment Ning Chen approached the depths of the dense forest, suddenly, the surrounding air pressure suddenly dropped, the sky and the earth surged, and the entire Ninth Peak shook.
Chaos appeared, and a man with a fierce look behind him, with a terrifying evil look behind him, punched the trespasser with a powerful punch.
Ning Chen waved his hand and held his sword. Taishi showed his edge and blocked the former's fist with a clang.
"Human, it's you again"
The fists and swords collided, causing ripples in all directions. Ancient trees fell down and were broken by Sword Qi and the force of the fists.
"Chaos, I'm here to ask you something, not to fight with you," Ning Chen said in a deep voice.
"Trespassing into the secluded forest without permission is an unforgivable crime. Last time, for the sake of that old monster, I let him go.
This time, no one can save you." The man said coldly, punched out, and charged forward again.
Seeing that it was difficult to communicate with the evil beast, Ning Chen's eyes turned cold, and he swung his sword, deciding to use force to defeat the enemy first before talking about anything else.
The figures passing by were astonishing in their chaotic energy, their heavy punches were as heavy as a ten thousand stone, and with each move, the mountains collapsed and the ground collapsed.
The incoming attack is unstoppable, Ning Chen swings the sword to meet the attack, steps forward, walks away when touched, and does not touch head-on.
In the blink of an eye, after dozens of moves, the man's fists collided with each other, and an extremely powerful force surged out. The next moment, his fists blasted out, killing the soul.
Ning Chen stared, stepped forward, and the figure flashed by at a very fast speed. Immediately, he waved his left hand, and the White Rainbow Sword box appeared. The sword box was opened, and the thin blade of the sword flew out. The moment it was touched, the figure disappeared again and moved forward in an instant.
The man's eyes shrank, his fist turned, and he hit the former.
However, in the comparison of speed, Zhi Ming was superior. He turned sideways and turned forward, White Rainbow Sword's front twisted and wrapped around the former's arm.
"White Rainbow Sword" The sword seemed familiar, the man shuddered and said in shock.
"Shua"
The moment Bai Hong locked the former's arm, Taishi swung his sword and severed his arm. In an instant, blood spurted out like rain, dyeing the sky red.
Severe pain came, and the man roared, with bloody light in his eyes. His body changed, and he roared with evil. In the earth-shattering sound, chaos transformed, swallowing up the void thousands of feet in front of him.
"Bad beast!"
On Message Peak, Ink Lord suddenly opened his eyes and raised his hand to rescue.
Suddenly, at this moment, from a distance, a Sword Qi came through the air, unparalleled in dominance, and cut off half of the Message Peak with one sword.
Rumbling and trembling, on Message Peak, countless formations collapsed, the ground moved and the mountains moved, the scene was shocking.
"Marquis in Purple!"
At this moment, among all of you, Four Disciples of Ink Sect trembled, with a look of disbelief on his face.
Obviously, Marquis in Purple had already died in the hands of Red Luan Realm King and Master at the time of the Western Immortal Realm. Why did it appear again today?
From a distance, a man was approaching. He looked about thirty years old, dressed in purple, and full of domineering attitude. He was actually Marquis in Purple who had died in the Western Immortal Realm.
On the platform, Ink Lord looked at the man walking in front of him. There was not much surprise in his old eyes. He raised his hand and the colorful glow spread, stabilizing the shaking earth.
"Old man, you are satisfied that I am not dead. Today, we will settle the old and new accounts together."
As he spoke, Marquis in Purple took a step forward and reached the Daoist platform. A purple sword edge appeared and slashed down.
"It seems that you didn't even remember what I said to you."
Ink Lord whispered, raised his right hand, the colorful brilliance bloomed, and blocked the sword's edge.
"Put away your hypocritical face, I am no longer the idiot I once was."
Marquis in Purple couldn't hide the hatred in his eyes, the sword turned extremely powerful, the purple sword light spread across the sky, it was powerful and domineering, breaking mountains and breaking mountains.
Ink Lord's figure is free, wearing a white robe and hunting in the wind, raising his hand to control the wind and clouds, and the sun and moon are colorful.
Marquis in Purple Seeing this, with his left hand Condensing Essence, a Dao Sword rainbow came out around the sword. Swordsmanship and immortality were combined into one shocking sword that shot out of the sky.
"Senjutsu, Purple Rainbow Piercing the Sun"
Colorful, purple rainbows collided, and the terrifying aftermath roared out. The astonishing power instantly destroyed all formations within a thousand feet.
With a muffled groan, the purple rainbow Sword Qi passed through the colorful rays of light and sank into Ink Lord's body, bringing out a touch of miserable blood flowers.
"Are you surprised, old man? I have been practicing hard for hundreds of years just for today. Please accept your fate."
As soon as the words fell, Marquis in Purple's figure flashed past, the sword edge condensed Sword Essence Qi from all directions, and the sword broke through the sky, threatening to kill him.
(End of chapter)