This is not the female devil in the impression

Chapter 228 Everyone knows that Daozong is poor.

boom--

A violent explosion sounded from the top of Mingzhao Sword Sect's mountain, and the Zongmen's hall, which was once proud of the Sword Sect, was directly blown into ruins.Even if he endured the passage of time, he still couldn't escape the fate of being destroyed.

However, the three figures who were the culprit had no intention of appreciating the art of explosion at this time, and only wanted to beat the opponent to the ground before talking about other things.

Su Youyi's eyes were stern, and the sword in her hand was like lightning. Like a goddess descending to earth, she drew three sword flowers in the air and pointed them at the opponent's eyes, throat and heart.

Using the Wugou Sword Art, clouds and clouds come from the horizon, covering the sky for three hundred miles!

Su Youyi rides the white clouds, bathes in the colorful clouds, her sword is like a cold moon, and she carries unparalleled murderous intent in her beautiful posture.

The guest Mengzhan who was not far away was not idle either. He threw the long sword in his hand towards the sky and made a formula with both hands. The usual laziness and sleepiness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by yearning and desire for fighting.

The long sword in the air reflected thousands of rays of light under the light of the great sun, and each ray of light condensed into a new long sword, flickering with cold light, and its sharpness remained undiminished.

Ke Mengzhan's expression was serious, and the two of them were close together, and a cloud was drawn from the boundless earth atmosphere to attach to the sword shadows all over the sky, adding to it the meaning of the thick and heavy earth.

The heart moved at will, and under the buzzing of Qianjian, it turned into a fierce and roaring dragon and rushed towards the opponent Su Youyi was pinning down.

The once beautiful fairy mountain had long since disappeared. The aftermath of the battle that the three of them hadn't noticed at all had directly moved the entire mountain to the ground. At the site of the original fairy mountain, there was only a ruined Jianzong hall left in place.

However, the resources in other places have already been collected by the two, so they have no scruples in fighting.

And the opponent of the two is the last suzerain of the Mingzhao Sword Sect, the person who guards the last inheritance of the Sword Sect with a sliver of will.

The overhaul that used to be at the seventh level can only display the strength of the early stage of the sixth level, and because of the loss of a lot of sanity and only one thought left, its real combat power is not as good as that of the normal sixth level swordsman.

However, Su Youyi and Ke Mengzhan's fighting instinct and not fearing life and death and not being afraid of pain still put Su Youyi and Ke Mengzhan into a hard fight, and there were countless invisible sword wounds inside their bodies.

But fortunately, the IQ of this monk spirit is not as good as that of a real person after all. Under the tactic of two people restraining the other from a long-range attack, the balance of victory began to tilt towards Su Youyi and the other two.

In the end, under the cooperation of Su Youyi's newly grasped artistic conception of "killing ten thousand dharmas with one sword" and Ke Mengzhan's full force of Qianyuan's sword embryo, he finally sent the suzerain to see the old woman for soup.

"Phew, I'm exhausted. After this fight, I can sleep for another month without opening my eyes." Seeing that the formidable opponent finally died and turned into flying ashes, Ke Mengzhan withdrew the sword shadow from the sky, feeling disheartened. The dirty ones just collapsed in the ruins, without the image of Jianzi Xijian Tianchi at all.

Standing leaning on the sword, Su Youyi breathed a sigh of relief, her body relaxed, and her tense nerves finally had a chance to relax.She is not interested in inheriting treasures and the like, she just wants to go out to see her senior brother after finishing her trip to Zixiao Palace.

One of her and Ke Mengzhan wanted to find a place to sleep quickly, and the other just wanted to go back to her senior brother, so there was no such thing as careful exploration, and they just went all the way from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

Even such a simple and rough process took the two of them almost half a month, so this is the reason why the Zixiaohuangji Secret Realm has never been fully developed for so many years.

Given that Su Youyi and Ke Mengzhan are the two top geniuses in the entire era, it took more than half a month to get through with difficulty, and they suffered a lot of injuries. One can imagine that the geniuses of other forces acting alone would like to join forces. How difficult it must be to gain something.

In the past, I came in for two months, but I didn't get anything. In the end, there were many people who came out empty-handed.

But this is only the first-rank sect ruins that are so difficult, and the normal second- and third-rank small forces should not be too easy.It’s just that the harvest of small powers is pitiful. For example, the inheritance of the Mingzhao Sword Sect has a copy of the second-grade exercises, and there are four or five copies of the third- and fourth-grade swordsmanship. There are also several elixir plants, which are still extinct in this era.

This is where the essence of the inheritance of a sect lies.

If you want to create a brand-new second- and third-grade sword art, you need at least the cultivation base of the seventh level, and you also need to have a very deep and unique understanding of the way of swordsmanship. The energy and time consumed in it are simply terrifying.

But now they can gain so much by simply fighting and killing. This is the inheritance between eras.

The sects of the second era once obtained some inheritance from the secret realm of the first era, so before an era is about to disappear, each sect will keep the most essential part of the sect, hoping to be passed down by future generations. acquired.

This was the case in the past, and it is also the case now, and it will be the same when their era is about to perish.

"Your share, take it."

Just as Su Youyi was staring at the devastated sect ruins in a daze, a low-level storage ring was thrown over by Ke Mengzhan.

"Huh? My teacher told me to repay the favor this time, so you don't need to give me these." Su Youyi's tone was indifferent, and she didn't say that she was close to her after fighting side by side for so long.

Without her senior brother by her side, she was indifferent and distant to everyone, and those who wanted to pursue her in Jianchi were all dealt with one by one by her.

Even He Zhiqing and Yu Gejing had a good relationship because Liang Yi was by her side, that was the moment when she felt the softest.

"This is also what my teacher ordered. He said to keep the exercises and sword formulas, and these half-crippled fairy materials and elixir will be distributed to you. Who made your Taoist sect so poor? Don't let Chen Hua, that bastard, come to the sword again! It's time for Chi Cengfan!" Ke Mengzhan lay in the dusty ruins, imitating Master Zhou Yuzhi's tone and said.

Su Youyi looked at the storage ring quietly lying in her hand, her face softened a little, and the senior brother said to smile to those who show kindness.

But she couldn't laugh without her senior brother around, so she could only try not to look so cold.

"Then Youyi thanked Lord Sword Master for Dao Zong." Although Dao Zong might not be short of money now, the Sword Master didn't know this yet, and it was because of her master Chen Hua that she treated them like this.

"Sleep and sleep, and call me tomorrow!" Ke Mengzhan closed his eyes and pawed at the ruins randomly a few times, pieced together something that could lie on people, and then fell asleep. He didn't sleep well for half a month. It was almost killing him.

Su Youyi looked up at the clear sky and the huge warm sun above her head, feeling a little helpless, is this family really Tianchi Jianzi?

However, after so many days of high-intensity fighting, she also suffered a lot of internal injuries, so she just took this time to heal her injuries.

And while everyone in the secret realm was still searching for ruins or blessed places to fill their pockets, a light suddenly lit up at the core of the Zixiao Sect in the center.

Zixiao Sect.

The inheritance secret room deep in the Zongmen main hall is dark and narrow, but here are all the last remaining treasures of Zixiao Sect, quietly waiting for someone who can pass the Zongmen test and descend to Zixiao to inherit it in millions of years.

Although the flow of time in the secret area is much lower than that of the outside world, after such a long period of erosion, the solid secret room originally made of sky crystal profound stones has long been filled with dust and is somewhat dilapidated.

At the very center of all the treasures, there is an exhausted lamp at the top.

Qingyue Small Secret Realm.

In the secret realm, Liangyi is still intensively repairing the teleportation array in front of him, and the little orange cat is basking in the sun, nibbling small dried fish and drinking fruit wine to cheer him up. He doesn't know that this spirit beast is here for vacation.

It should be the reason for coming earlier, Liang Yi didn't expect that there would be a dying fourth-level ferocious beast Guiyuan Blood Shadow Scorpion inhabiting here.

Although it seemed that he didn't have a long time to live well, Liang Yi would definitely be able to wait for him to die if he waited for a month or so, but Liang Yi didn't have that much time to wait.

So he had to fight head-to-head with this dying and crazy beast before he managed to get to the side of the teleportation formation and started repairing it. If the sword in his hand was not sharp enough, he probably would have died here.

But what Liangyi didn't know was that as he repaired the formation here, the oil lamp in the Zixiao Sect was also gradually recovering to its former glory, and even a drop of lamp oil was born out of thin air.

The thin old man sitting withered in the hall above the secret room obviously looked no different from other monk spirits, but with the appearance of the drop of lamp oil, a hint of wisdom appeared in his empty eyes.

"Zixiao..."

　The head of the heavens, because I have entered the final stage, has finally paid off the Jiageng, the whole world celebrates! !Finally, there is nothing more to add!

　　
　
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