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Yunning Prefecture, a small desert island in the south.

The dazzling sunlight poured down through the window.

Hit Song Siming who was unconscious on the bed.

Feeling a little warmth, he slowly opened his eyes.

Then he saw a girl standing guard in front of the bed, looking at him in surprise.

"Senior Brother Song, the sect master is awake!"

After the girl reacted, she immediately trotted outside.

He was shouting outside with a rather excited expression.

Song Siming lay half-lying on the bed with difficulty, and after glancing at the Qinglian Sword leaning against the bed, he remembered every bit of what had happened before.

Before he fainted, he seemed to see Song Yuanzhou. It seemed that this was not a dream.

Smell the strong aroma of medicine in the room and the chirping of birds outside the room.

My body, which was originally very uncomfortable, seemed to become lighter.

"Siming, are you okay?"

Song Yuanzhou quickly pushed open the door and looked at Song Siming who was half lying down with concern.

Behind him stood several disciples of the Qinglian Sword Sect.

They had previously followed Song Siming's advice and followed Song Yuanzhou to the southern border.

But after hearing about Sanhua Realm, Song Yuanzhou immediately decided to go back to find Song Siming.

This is what happened before.

"It's okay, don't worry."

Song Siming shook his head, but his heart was still worried about Xiaoyuan Xiaowangdi and the others.

I don’t know what the final result will be.

Song Yuanzhou sent the other disciples away and came to Song Siming's bed alone to sit down.

"They are all worried about you. Once your injury is better, we will leave for Ming Qingzhou."

Although there is a lot of reluctance for Yunning Prefecture.

But currently there is no place for them in Yunning Prefecture.

In Song Yuanzhou's view, Sanhua Realm is just the beginning.

They have no qualifications to approach this huge whirlpool.

If you are not careful, you will get caught in it, and in the end not even the bones will be left.

"I have one more thing to do here, can you wait for me a little longer?"

After a moment of silence, Song Siming looked up at Song Yuanzhou and shook his head.

He did not forget the purpose of coming back.

After the dust settled at the mountain gate, Song Siming could leave peacefully.

"..."

Song Yuanzhou also fell silent after hearing this.

If he could, he would reject Song Siming without hesitation.

But Song Siming is their suzerain, and he has the right to choose.

Seeing the serious look in the other party's eyes, how could he say anything to dissuade him.

"Let's wait until the injury is better before we leave."

Not wanting to disturb Song Siming anymore, Song Yuanzhou stood up and said.

Song Siming nodded to him and watched him walk out of the room.

Song Siming believed in Song Yuanzhou's ability.

Even without him, Song Yuanzhou can bring the Qinglian Sword Sect back on the right track.

Sighing slightly, just when Song Siming wanted to mobilize his inner energy to heal his injuries, he found an ornament hanging on his neck.

Song Siming picked it up and took a look and found that it was a miniature tower, about the size of a little finger.

Song Siming didn't pay much attention to it at first, he just thought it was the disciples of Qinglian Sword Sect who put it on him when he was sleeping.

But after looking at it twice, Song Siming felt that something was getting more and more wrong.

This small pagoda looks... very much like the Tongtian Pagoda in the Infinite Realm.

This thought flashed past, and Song Siming immediately remembered the appearance of the stone statue of the leader of Chengyi Sect.

She looked like she was holding the Demon Sealing Sword in one hand and the Tower of Babel in the other.

Could it be that the Tower of Babel followed him out of the Undefined Boundary?

Thinking about it, Song Siming sent a ray of spiritual power into the tower.

The situation on the first to twentieth floors inside was immediately clear.

Sure enough, the Tower of Babel has already recognized him as its master.

As long as Song Siming is willing, he can manifest the Tower of Babel at any time.

You can give your disciples the opportunity to enter the tower to challenge and gain experience.

It can also be used as a magic weapon to suppress evil spirits and put it in the tower.

Looking at the Tower of Babel in his hand, Song Siming couldn't help but feel slightly moved.

With this thing, the strength of Shanmen and Jianzong will definitely grow faster in the future.

In the past, they had to go outside to find heretic demons to kill.

Now you can challenge yourself with high intensity directly in the sect.

There are not many sects in the world of mountains and seas that can possess this kind of immortal treasure.

Thinking of this, Song Siming found another Qiankun bag from his body.

This was obtained when he, Qian Yuhou and Emperor Wang were together.

They thought that Song Siming was in a very poor situation and that his family was wealthy, so they gave the bag to Song Siming.

He had never had a chance to open it before, but now that he thought about it, he wanted to see what was inside.

After the owner of the Qiankun Bag dies, there is usually only a restriction left at the mouth of the bag.

The owner of the Qiankun bag in Song Siming's hand has been dead for who knows how many years.

The restrictions above have been completely lifted.

Song Siming simply dropped his consciousness into the bag.

After just two glances, Song Siming's expression was already filled with excitement.

The contents here are actually the preserved books of Cheng Yi Zong.

Among them are the Zongzong Sword Art of Chengyi Sect, as well as various magic weapons and elixirs.

Previously, Emperor Wang and the others only thought that the corpse was that of an outsider like them.

Unexpectedly, it was the person who escaped from Cheng Yi Zong.

Judging from the many things contained in Qiankun's bag, this person's status in Chengyi Sect must be quite high.

But in the end the injury was too severe.

Died on the passage out.

But it would be useless even if he came outside.

Wu Ding simply left no way for them to survive.

To the superior immortals, Cheng Yizong is just a useful chess piece.

But these past events have nothing to do with Song Siming now.

Unexpectedly, I went to that fairyland and picked up the inheritance of a sect in vain.

It seems that fate is destined to allow the Qinglian Sword Sect to rise again.

Song Siming took out the "Jiu Cheng Sword Jue" and read it carefully.

This is an ancient sword technique that has been lost for tens of thousands of years, and its value is immeasurable.

If Emperor Wang knew about this, he would definitely give Hui Qing his intestines.

In addition to this "Jiucheng Sword Technique", there are also several Dao Kung Fu books.

As long as you can study these books carefully.

It will definitely increase Song Siming's swordsmanship significantly.

The rest of the Sword Sect disciples can also benefit greatly from it.

But when Song Siming opened the book, he was completely dumbfounded.

The characters on it are all ancient characters.

Song Siming didn't know a single word.

Unless Tian Mokai can be called in to translate.

But the other party must have left Yunning Prefecture at this time.

And if his wealth is kept secret, Song Siming would be stupid to show off this treasure everywhere.

"Perhaps we can go back to the mountain gate and ask the Department of Derivation for help."

At this time, Song Siming thought of Gu Gu and Ning Meng.

As disciples of the Department of Derivation, they are extremely intelligent.

It would be easy for them to decipher this ancient text.

In this way, Song Siming had another reason to go back to the mountain gate.

Thinking of this, Song Siming made up his mind completely.

Waiting to go back early tomorrow morning.

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