My Sect is So Upbeat

This situation is like the day of destruction.

The entire emperor was covered with countless dust, and the two kings of Yuwen were also shocked by the terrifying Long Qi.

When the dragon's prestige on the top of the sky gradually dissipated, they supported each other, stood up tremblingly, and looked at the position of the main hall in front.

In the pupils, there are countless fears.

"True Dragon Race... The guardian of Tianji Pavilion is actually a true Dragon Race powerhouse!"

"Lord Zhu Weng's breath seems to have disappeared!"

The old country lord was trembling all over. He had previously thought that Yunsu was nothing more than a hawk dog of Zhao Guo, and until this moment, he had just survived the catastrophe and was full of cold sweat.

In the Martial Desolate world, the status of the True Dragon Clan is extremely high, and the bloodline is pure and superior to that of a hundred clans.

But such a top existence is actually the unknown, the guardian of the Tianji Pavilion, who is dispatched for the Tianji Pavilion.

Based on this alone, it makes people think deeply about how the so-called Tianji Pavilion should exist.

"Master Zhuon is dead!"

Suddenly, from the direction of the main hall, there was a terrified scream from the leader of the forbidden army. He saw that the sky dragon had left, and he stepped forward to check the situation.

However, he found that the Emperor Zhu Weng had fallen into the abyss, his face was beyond recognition, his bones were turned into mud, and his energy was cut off!

The sound resounded and fell in the ears of the two Yuwen Kings, causing their bodies to tremble and their faces to be terrified.

If the emperor kills himself, the emperor will be furious. They should investigate everything thoroughly and get to the bottom of it. How will they explain?

The bone-piercing coldness swept through their minds, and the two kings only felt that the sky was dark, and they were not even as desperate as when the entire imperial capital was destroyed.

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Black clouds rolled, and suddenly heavy rain poured down on the ruins.

Yunsu, who had left long ago, turned into a human body again, and rushed back to the Tianji Pavilion with a calm face, holding the Tianji decree in his hand, and inside were all the widows of Zhao State.

For the first time, he carried out the instruction given by the headmaster, and he completed it perfectly, without losing the slightest respect as the guardian of the heavenly secret.

It will ruthlessly obliterate the provocateur, a powerful emperor.

Soon, in the lapse of time, he returned to the realm of the Unnamed Realm.

At the location of Tianji Pavilion, Ning Yuanyuan sat on the top of the treasure pavilion, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

After two days, Yunsu returned with the Heavenly Secret Order, his breath was calm and steady, and there was obviously no accident.

So he fiddled with his palms, used his magical powers again, and sent a message to the Seven Disabled Village. This contract has been completed.

After that, the widow will be buried at the altar.

After a while, Yunsu appeared outside the mountain gate, cupping his hands and shouting, "Disciple Yunsu has lived up to his mission and has now taken back the widow of Zhao State!"

Ning Yuan revealed his figure, nodded slightly, and put the Heavenly Secret Order into the sacrificial altar, only to see the radiance in the altar, and the sound of false roars.

The entire sacrificial altar shook violently, and more flames rose, as if some kind of change was taking place.

Ning Yuan's eyes showed a strange color, because he felt a different kind of source power. According to the truth, the sacrifice altar was originally to absorb the vitality of others and gather vitality for the Tianji Pavilion.

But at this moment, with the burial of Zhao's widow, the sacrificial altar actually did the opposite, reversed the meaning of its own existence, and strangely condensed its original vitality!

Visible to the naked eye, a ray of light suddenly appeared above the center of the sacrifice altar.

At the same time, on Ning Yuan's shoulders, the nine-color butterfly, which had never left half a step, suddenly shook, and gradually fluttered its wings.

The light group also swept up and went straight to the nine-colored butterfly.

Ning Yuan stared closely, he felt that there might be a big opportunity that came to the entire Tianji Pavilion.

As the first believer, Qiu Xuanzi is now his true disciple. Ning Yuan has not planned how to cultivate it. After all, the word true inheritance is not a joke.

Must have absolute ability.

But at this moment, the creation that belongs to her has come.

Soon, the light group and the nine-color butterfly merged with each other, and suddenly there was a strong wind and waves, pushing the atmosphere in all directions.

I see, boom!

The light group burst, and in an instant there was endless vitality, accompanied by the origin of heaven and humanity, madly pouring into the nine-colored butterflies.

Then, even as Ning Yuan's eyes condensed, an elegant carcass slowly emerged.

The sixteen-year-old Qiu Xuanzi has the same appearance as before, but her hair is shoulder-length, and her figure is taller and more outstanding.

And after sacrificing the human body, she is now a human body, and her body exudes an unspeakable ethereal aura, which is extremely mysterious.

She slowly landed and stood in front of Ning Yuan, holding her chest with her arms, bowed her head and lowered the curtains. She couldn't find any flaws on her body.

"Brother... Disciple Qiu Xuanzi, see Master!"

Qiu Xuanzi bowed, and her cheeks began to turn red.

She didn't dare to look up or look at Ning Yuan's face, because at such a close distance, as a butterfly who accompanies her in these days, she has seen it countless times.

Ning Yuan was silent.

With a wave of his sleeves, a robe swept out from nowhere and covered Qiu Xuanzi's body.

He looked at it and said with a serious face: "As a true disciple of this seat, you must practice harder than ordinary disciples, inner disciples, etc."

"Since you have turned into your real body, from today onwards, you can't be lazy anymore."

Qiu Xuanzi nodded quickly.

"Go down first."

As Ning Yuan said, Qiu Xuanzi returned to the side hall of the treasure pavilion, and changed into clothes.

At this moment, Yunsu at the gate of the mountain didn't know what happened to the main peak, and he still had something to report.

Immediately, he said again: "Master Headmaster, this disciple met a messenger from the Human Emperor's Palace during this trip, trying to block the execution of the Heavenly Secret Order, and the disciple beheaded him."

After listening to Ning Yuan, he looked back, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he was quite surprised. He had done it with the Emperor's Palace so quickly?

He couldn't help but look at Reincarnation Peak, Leng Wushuang, who was in retreat. Leng Wushuang woke up once two days ago, and Ning Yuan gave her Chenghuangyu.

Ready to let Leng Wushuang be promoted to the emperor's powerhouse, but Yun Su has already killed a messenger from the Emperor's Palace.

After thinking for a while, Ning Yuan felt that it was time to fully stimulate Leng Wushuang's potential talent.

Many years ago, Leng Wushuang was taken away by the Palace Master of the Emperor, who gathered the power of the eighteen princes and took away the exquisite heart of Qiqiao.

Now that he has been in conflict with the Palace of the Emperor, there is no need for Ning Yuan to delay any longer. As the elder in the Tianji Pavilion, Leng Wushuang will usher in a time, which belongs to her comprehensive creation.

"Since you are a member of Tianji, when this seat should be your master, you will not be stingy at all. Why do you need eight hundred years? At this moment, you can take back your dignity and let the emperor go to Huangquan!"

Ning Yuan stood up and directly used the power of Tian Tianfeng's profound heritage to reveal the causal line of Leng Wushuang, and began to look for the opportunity of Leng Wushuang's talent.