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    "So the ancestor is back?" Mingxuan stared blankly at his little junior sister, feeling that the world was changing so fast, "The Lost Pagoda Spirit was also killed?"

    He and his brother have only been in the secret realm for a few years now, and major events have happened one after another.

    "Yes, the ancestor is back, and the Lost Pagoda Spirit was also killed. If the two senior brothers return to Jianzong, maybe they can meet the ancestor." Sa Sa frowned and said, "The ancestor is very kind, and Senior Chixia is also very kind."  good."

    "Junior Sister will not return to Jianzong for the time being?" Ming Zhu Taohua's eyes moved slightly.

    "I won't come back for the time being." Sa Sa thought for a while, and said, "I have told all those who can send a message to the sect, and I will watch some things in the underground palace for the time being. After I go out, I will practice outside with Fu Cang and look around.  "

    Whether it is the way of swords she practiced, or the way of time that Fu Cang practiced, they all need experience.

    What's more, Fu Cang's memory problem has not been resolved.  Although he behaved the same as before, Sa Sa knew that he actually cared a lot.

    As for where to go?  It's not too late to make plans after going out, anyway, she is born with a sword body, so there is no shortage of opportunities.

    "That's fine." Ming Zhu Mingxuan didn't ask any more questions, or in other words, he didn't bother to ask more questions.  Because of the sudden movement of the atmosphere in the surrounding space, Daoist Hanxu "carrying" a ashen-faced Transcendence cultivator appeared in front of them, and threw him to the corner without mercy.

    This monk who crossed the catastrophe is none other than Tan Xu, the head of the Tianyan Sect, who is well-known all over the world.

    Ming Zhu Mingxuan's eyes were a little straightened, but Sasha Fucang was quite calm.

    Is being able to be so self-willed if you have strength?  The head of a sect, you can catch it if you say so?

    Just can!

    Daoist Hanxu said bluntly: "Tan Xu doesn't invite himself, I will bring him back to the sect first, and then make this matter public."

    His sect is naturally the Moxiu sect he joined before.  It has to be said that even though Hanxu has the suspicion of not being firm in his "Tao" standpoint, in the eyes of Moxiu, he cannot be regarded as a pure Moxiu.  But once someone said, "Hey, our Taoist sect welcomes Daoist Hanxu", the demon cultivators would reply with a half-hearted smile, "The Taoist lord is a member of the demon sect."  As a cultivator, he still loves Daoist Hanxu very much.

    "Mr. Dao, do you need our brothers to be witnesses?" Ming Zhu said.

    "Yes." Daoist Hanxu nodded slightly.

    "Does the Daoist need the cooperation of the Tianji Pavilion?" There are elders of the Qilin clan among the high-level members of the Tianji Pavilion.

    "I have a way too."

    "Mr. Dao"

    "Okay, okay." Hanxu smiled lightly, and tapped his fingertips on the forehead of the ashen-faced leader of Tianyanzong who was thrown in the corner.

    Sections of memories flash like fleeting images, most of the time they are stable.  Half of it was because of Daoist Hanxu's strength; as for the other half-I don't know what method Daoist Hanxu used, Tan Xu didn't resist at all.

    Unless what appeared was the memory of him getting along with his concubine.

    Everyone didn't want to read these, Han Xu coughed lightly, and with a thought, he quickly filtered out this kind of content.

    As the picture flashed and time passed, the entire Secret Pavilion was extremely quiet.

    Mingxuan's voice broke the silence, he hoarsely said: "That's it?"

    Just because Taixuan Yimai hexagram technique is too strong, he feels threatened?  The demise of a huge cultivation family just because of one person's jealousy?

    What absurdity!

    Ming Zhu's eyes were also full of sarcasm, Tian Yanzong actually let this kind of person be the head!

    As for the appearance of Shu He Both of the "flying ascension" people are back, why can't the one who was struck to death by the sky thunder regain his soul?

    However, it is surprising that the natural sword body has turned to the evil way, doing shady things.

    After asking Sasha Fucang and hearing from them that they wanted to stay in the underground palace for a longer period of time, Daoist Hanxu left here with Ming Zhu Mingxuan and Tan Xu.

    Fifteen days later, Ming Zhu and Ming Xuan came back from the summons and told Sa Sa the news that their enemy had been executed.

    The two brothers' voices were full of joy, as if they had drunk fine wine for thousands of years and finally got drunk.

    Sa Sa congratulated them and smiled slightly.  Before Ming Zhu left, he left her a complete map of the underground palace. The color tone and texture were vaguely the paper he obtained from Tingfeng Secret Realm back then.

    Even though Sa Sa had obtained half control of the underground palace at that time, I still thank my senior brother for his kindness.

    "Brothers are you back from the messenger?" Fu Cang pushed the door open, just as Sa Sa put away the magic weapon of the messenger, with a smile in his golden eyes, "I'll help you heal your injury first."

    Speaking carefullyAfter a while, seeing that her face and neck were not injured, she took her hand again, and her movements were very skillful.

    "Tan Xu has been punished." Sa Sa coughed softly, "This time there are only a few small cuts on the back of the hand, no treatment is needed."

    Fu Cang raised his eyes, his golden eyes looked at her without blinking.

    "Okay." Sa Sa compromised, "Hurry up, or the wound will heal itself."

    The root of Fuxanthium annulus is slightly red, and the healing light of wood and water appears in the palm.

    As for how Sa Sa was injuredit must be traced back to Daoist Hanxu.

    There is a very special place in the underground palace called Kendo Hall.  There is neither a sword nor swordsmanship inside, only twelve kendo puppets made of iron.

    "That's what I specially reserved for you. Since you want to stay in the underground palace for a while, go and practice more." Han Xudao said to Sa Sa earnestly before Junlin left.

    At the beginning, he thought that he would not come back, and he was full of love and worry on the possible younger generation.  In order to care for the growth of the younger generation, he specially found someone to make twelve iron puppets, and integrated his own swordsmanship into them.

    Such painstaking efforts, of course Sa Sa cannot be wasted.  In fact, not only did she not waste it, but she also enjoyed it very much¡ªthese days, she was so focused on practicing swords with the puppets that she didn't even read the contents of the Library Pavilion and the Mystery Pavilion.

    If it wasn't for the summoning by her senior brother, she would be reluctant to get out of the battle with the puppet.

    As for injuries, it's not a big problem - she has the sword energy to protect her body, she has a vestment to protect her body, and she has tempered her body.

    Just at the beginning, the scrap rate of vestments was a bit high.

    In just three days, Sa Sa only had one intact cassock left.  She had to turn out the colorful skirt that the second senior brother had given her to wear¡ªthis skirt was made of some unknown material, it didn't engrave any formations, and it was actually the strongest among all the expensive vestments.  It's really weird.

    "It's still pretty." On the first day when Sa Sa turned out the skirt, Fu Cang said to Sa Sa with a smile.

    Seven days later, he gave Sa Sa a blue dress woven with Canglan gold silk.

    In the past, it took Fu Cang half a month to refine a Canglan gold headband; now it takes only seven days to refine a vestment.

    Sa Sa accepted it happily, and without hesitation changed the skirt given by the second senior brother, and put on the vestment given by Fu Cang¡ªnot so much a vestment, but a magic weapon, with layers of formations on it, and abnormal defense  tough.

    However, the puppets also learned to be smart, instead of attacking the vestments, they focused on places that her vestments couldn't cover: the back of her hands, her neck, and even her face.

    In order to protect her face, Sa Sa had no choice but to devote 120,000 cents¡ªin just half a month, she reduced the damage to a very slight level, and at the same time realized that she was only a thin line away from the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

    "By the way, I forgot to tell you before that Daoist Hanxu has one-sixteenth of the Pixiu blood on his body." Under the light of hydrotherapy, Fu Cang's eyebrows and eyes slightly curved.

    Sa Sa was slightly taken aback, and said: "Then he is quite generous." She thought of another elder with Pixiu blood, and rubbed her nose, in factElder Fang Chen was also quite generous to them.

    "I seem to hear someone talking about me." With a breath in the surrounding space, Sa Sa and Fu Cang raised their eyes at the same time.

    "This is a small injury, tsk, I'm still a swordsman." Daoist Hanxu, who had been single for many years, spoke in a very disdainful tone.

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