"Hong'er has won my heart. He is my most valued junior. Who doesn't know about this million-mile Yunmeng Mountain? Even the leaders don't have the guts to touch him. What kind of blind thing is he?"

Zuo Wanjian's face was gloomy, and his heart was extremely angry.

But he quickly calmed down, made a spell with one hand, and began to concentrate on sensing the location of the jade talisman.

After a while, Zuo Wanjian seemed to feel something and murmured:

"Hong'er should be hundreds of thousands of miles away. His true spirit aura is rapidly passing away. Even if I fly away with all my strength, I probably won't be able to save him..."

"It seems that there is only one way to use it."

Zuo Wanjian sighed.

Since he created that unique move, he has never used it before.

Because in his eyes, none of the one hundred and twenty-eight sects in Yunmeng Mountain are worthy of this move.

"I originally wanted to use this move to destroy the Demonic Sound Valley and the Thousand Talisman Sect ten days later, on my birthday, but I didn't expect that it would be revealed in advance..."

"Forget it, I haven't taken action for a long time, and someone actually bullied my Huan Yu Sword Sect. It's time to kill someone to establish authority!"

Thinking of this, Zuo Wanjian no longer had any hesitation in his eyes.

I saw him sitting cross-legged, making seals with his hands, and sword energy surging around his body... After a moment, with him as the center, streaks of snow-white sword energy appeared within a radius of a hundred feet.

These sword energies are flying like feathers, rising upward into the sky, more and more, like goose feathers and heavy snow!

"Illusion Sword Condensation!"

There was no trace of emotion in Zuo Wanjian's eyes, and his whole person gradually became blurred, as if there was nothing, and it was extremely ethereal...

The entire Huan Yu Sword Sect was enveloped by an ethereal and clear sword intent!

Feeling this sword intent, all the disciples in the sect looked excited. Some people exclaimed: "This...could this be the killing move created by the ancestor?"

"What a powerful sword intent! You are worthy of being an ancestor! Once this move is launched, who can resist it in Yunmeng Mountain, a million miles away?"

"Haha, it's time for Demonic Sound Valley and Qianfu Sect to withdraw from history. From now on, our Huan Yu Sword Sect will be the only one in power!"

"How lucky I am! I have become a disciple of the Huan Yu Sword Sect. Although my cultivation level is low, who dares to provoke our disciples of the Huan Yu Sword Sect in the Yunmeng Mountains?"

"That's right, hahaha!"

…

The disciples of the Huan Yu Sword Sect are all celebrating at this moment. Everyone feels that they have witnessed history. From now on, their sect will dominate the entire Yunmeng Mountain!

At the same time, hundreds of thousands of miles away, on Tianji Peak.

Suddenly, an unknown wind blew up. The wind was soft and gently blew over the hills. The bloody battlefield instantly became quiet, and even Zuo Guihong's screams gradually disappeared...

At this moment, it was as if spring was blooming. Everyone present, except Liang Yan, felt a warmth coming from the bottom of their hearts!

"Huh?"

Zuo Wu and others were stunned for a moment and looked around subconsciously.

I saw that Tianji Peak had changed its appearance, white lotuses appeared out of thin air, and the originally chilling battlefield turned into a sea of ​​lotus flowers.

After a moment, countless white feathers appeared out of thin air, as if there was a heavy snowfall, slowly falling from the air.

These feathers landed and quickly condensed into shape, turning into an old man with sword-browed eyebrows in white clothes and white hair!

"Ancestor!"

Seeing this person's appearance clearly, Zuo Wu couldn't help but exclaimed:

"Illusion Sword Condensation! This must be the ancestor's new trick: Illusion Sword Condensation! Hahaha! Our ancestor took action himself, we are saved!"

Although Zuo Wu is the leader of the Huan Yu Sword Sect, the strongest person in the sect has always been Zuo Wanjian!

It was only because this ancestor was obsessed with swordsmanship and had no intention of managing the sect that he handed over the position of head to his descendants.

As Zuo Wanjian's most trusted descendant, he had long known that his ancestor had created a unique skill, but this unique skill had never been used before, and he was lucky enough to see it until this moment.

"It's amazing!"

When the other heads saw this scene, they were both surprised and happy.

What's surprising is that Zuo Wanjian's magical power is actually manifesting here hundreds of thousands of miles away! Fortunately, he has a backer, and now he can save his life.

"Welcome to the ancestor of the Fantasy Sword!"

The top ten sect leaders all bowed down to pay homage, their faces extremely respectful.

Zuo Wanjian didn't even look at them. His eyes fell on Liang Yan halfway up the mountain.

At this moment, the white lotus is in full bloom on Tianji Peak, the breeze is gentle, the sun is shining, and the soft atmosphere of spring is everywhere.

Only where Liang Yan was, there was still a river of blood and a murderous atmosphere!

With him as the center, within a radius of ten miles, the environment has not changed at all...
Chapter completed!