A few days later, Mo Wen returned to Mo Luo Cave, without disturbing anyone, and silently passed through the sword array guarding the mountain and fell into Mo Luo Palace.
The bloody-haired killing clone suddenly opened his blood-colored pupils, and his cold gaze did not contain any emotion. The aura of the killing clone is now even more profound and unpredictable.
After Mo Wen looked at the person opposite him who had no emotions but reason, he took a step forward, and the two bodies suddenly merged together. The blood color in the pupils of the killing clone sitting cross-legged quickly faded, and in a blink of an eye it completely returned to black, and there was a trace of fluctuation in the emotionless eyes.
Whoa, Mo Wen stood up tall, his bones making a clear and crisp sound.
With a casual stroke into the air to the side, a gap opened in the void, but this time the space gap was extremely stable, and no power of annihilation escaped from it.
"Is this the fetal hiding space?"
Mo Wen probed his sword sense inside. Inside was a spherical space with a radius of about a hundred feet. The space structure was extremely stable, but there was no air or spiritual energy inside. It was like an enlarged version of the sword pouch space.
Of course, this will not be a sword pouch, but a subspace refined using Kongming Stone and Star Sand. It exists within the void interlayer, with the sword embryo as the space attachment node, so it is called the fetal treasure space. This is a condensed The sword's embryo is the patent of the spiritual sword master. This kind of sub-space is much safer than the sword pouch. The sword pouch can be snatched away, but in the fetal storage space, as long as the owner is not willing, no one can touch the contents inside. Of course, there is one shortcoming, that is, the owner dies, and the fetal storage space cannot be touched. The space will also be forever exiled within the turbulence of the void, and the things inside will never be found again. It is precisely because of this that some sword masters do not carry all important things with them, just to prevent themselves from accidents and to pass those things on to their descendants.
After thinking for a while, Mo Wen transferred some less important items such as spirit stones in the sword pouch into a part of the womb storage space. After all, killing clones is more for fighting, and the main body is still his sword body and second blood clone. .
"It's time to leave."
Mo Wen appeared in the sky above Mo Luo Palace in a flash, then tore open the space barrier and stepped in
Haotian City has become lively again after two years of calm, with countless spirit sword masters flocking here. Because right here there will be a meeting about the fate of all Haotian Mansion Spirit Sword Masters.
In the grand and majestic main hall of Haotian Palace, Patriarch Chang Geng sat at the head of the throne, and three sword embryo-level spirit sword masters sat below him in turn. Another seat is the Ice Lotus Ancestor of the Ice Lotus Sword Sect. There is only one ancestor in the entire Ice Lotus Sword Sect, and he seems a bit lonely. There are still three vacant seats below.
"Hahahaha, fellow Taoist Chang Geng and fellow Taoist Binglian are here okay?"
With a bold laugh, the Wanxiang Patriarch strode into the hall. Behind him, three sword masters belonging to the Wanxiang Sword Sect walked in one after another and chose to take a seat opposite the Changgeng Sword Sect.
Patriarch Binglian smiled slightly: "Brother Wanxiang, why don't you see fellow Taoist Tianxie?"
"Thank you for your concern, fellow Taoist Binglian, I am here!"
With a faint snort, two figures appeared in the hall one after another, the leader of which was Tianxie Sword Master Fei Buwen.
At this moment, a slightly sarcastic voice sounded: "I heard that fellow Taoist Tianxie was injured two years ago. I don't know if it's easier now. If he came here injured, I would really feel sorry for him."
The one who spoke was none other than Patriarch Chang Geng¡¯s chief disciple, Splitting Wind Sword Master, who was looking at Fei Buwen in the hall with a playful look on his face.
Fei Buwen's face darkened, and the corners of his eyes twitched violently twice. The battle two years ago was his biggest pain now! He was severely beaten by two juniors who had just entered the sword fetus and escaped. The sword fetus still has a trace of hidden wounds that have not healed!
"You don't care about my affairs!"
Fei Buwen snorted coldly and sat down on the seat next to Wanxiang Sword Sect.
Ancestor Wanxiang chuckled and changed the topic: "There are still three Taoist friends from the Cangtian Sword Sect left."
"They are already here." Patriarch Chang Geng raised his head.
Three figures walked into the hall at the same time.
"God damn it (Ji Yin, Lan Ji) has met all of you venerables."
"Three fellow Taoists, you don't need to be so polite." Ancestor Wanxiang greeted enthusiastically: "Come on, take a seat here."
Mo Wen took a look and saw that the place Wanxiang Patriarch was pointing to was the seat on the right side of Wanxiang Sword Sect. However, now there were only one seat left among the five seats. He had no other choice, so he bowed his hand to Wanxiang Patriarch. Walked over with Yuxin and Lan.
When everyone was seated, Patriarch Chang Geng looked around and said in a deep voice: "You all know that in three yearsDuring the Blood Moon Tribulation, sword pavilions at all levels must form expeditionary forces to conquer foreign lands, and our Haotian Mansion is no exception. But a snake cannot move without a head, and an army has no soul without a commander, so the expeditionary army must have a leader to lead our Haotian Mansion expeditionary army. Therefore, the main purpose of this meeting is to select the coach. As the master of the palace, I have responsibilities, so the position of commander can only arise among you. You can tell me whatever you think. "
"What else is there to say? My master, the Venerable Wanxiang, is the second most powerful person in the palace. This time, the position of the leader of the palace must be mine!" Venerable Wanhua said loudly.
The Splitting Wind Sword Master directly retorted: "What a joke! Can you be a commander if you are strong? This is to lead the army in a battle, not a duel in the ring! I must say that the Ice Lotus Master is highly respected and proficient in formations, so he is in this position. The best candidate!"
"He is highly respected? Isn't my master highly respected? There is no one in the entire palace who has not heard of his name!"
"It's a pity that it's not a prestigious reputation, but a vicious reputation, right?" Splitting Wind Sword Lord sneered.
"You are bold!" Venerable Wanhua scolded angrily.
"There is something bolder, do you want to listen?"
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"That's enough!" A majestic cold shout echoed in the hall.
Patriarch Chang Geng glanced at Patriarch Wanxiang: "Since Fellow Daoist Wanxiang and Fellow Daoist Ice Lotus have the highest voices, let's vote the old way and the one with the highest votes will be selected. Do you have any objections?"
The ancestor of Wanxiang smiled slightly: "I have no objections. Everything will be presided over by the master of the pavilion."
The ancestor of Ice Lotus looked calm: "I have no objection."
The Tianxie Sword Lord said coldly: "I agree."
In the end, everyone¡¯s eyes fell on Mo Wen and the other three. Mo Wen smiled lightly: "Since you have already decided, we will not have any objections."
Patriarch Chang Geng withdrew his gaze and said in a calm voice: "Well, let's start from this one. I support fellow Taoist Binglian."
¡°I also support Lord Ice Lotus.¡± Lord Split Wind Sword looked provocatively in the direction of Wanxiang Sword Sect and Tianxie Sword Sect.
"I also support Venerable Ice Lotus."
"I also support it."
The other two ancestors of the Chang Geng Sword Sect each voted for Lord Ice Lotus. In this way, Lord Ice Lotus received four votes at once, temporarily leading the way.
Next, it was the turn of the Tianxie Sword Sect. Fei Buwen glanced at the crowd and said, "I support fellow Taoist Wanxiang."
It was the turn of Venerable Mingxin from the Tianxie Sword Sect. There was no expression on his old face: "I abstain from voting."
" Tianxie Sword Master's eyes turned cold, and he stared at Master Mingxin fiercely, but the other party was not moved at all, and did not even look at him, leaving his anger in vain.
A trace of gloom flashed across the face of Wanxiang Ancestor, but it quickly dissipated. Next, it was his turn to vote for the Wanxiang Sword Sect. As a candidate, he naturally could not vote by himself.
"We all support Master." Master Wanhua Sword Master glared at Master Split Wind.
Patriarch Chang Geng responded calmly: "Fellow Taoist Wanxiang received three votes again. Adding the previous vote, the total is four votes."
Four to four! draw! Everyone's eyes involuntarily fell on the three Mo Wen. In a sense, the final choice of the governor fell on these three newcomers. Whoever they supported would win!
No one, no one, everyone waited, smiled slightly: "The deity supports Vientiane His Holiness."
Several sword masters from the Wanxiang Sword Sect immediately showed joy on their faces, while several masters from the Changgeng Sword Sect were deeply disappointed, and the Splitting Wind Sword Master glared at Mo Wen fiercely. Ancestor Wanxiang smiled reservedly, nodded to Mo Wen, and just patted Mo Wen on the shoulder: You did a good job, I appreciate you very much.
Ancestor Binglian clearly showed a hint of regret in his eyes. He shook his head and lowered his gaze, seeming to have lost interest in the position of palace chief.
Patriarch Chang Geng¡¯s eyes flickered slightly, but he didn¡¯t say anything. He said calmly: ¡°Fellow Taoist Wanxiang got one more vote, plus the previous four votes, the total is five votes.¡±
"Haha, congratulations to Master for winning the position of leader!" Wanhua Sword Master couldn't wait to congratulate the ancestor of Wanxiang.
The ancestor of Wanxiang said with a straight face: "Don't talk nonsense, the voting is not over yet."
Although it was a scolding, there was no hint of blame in his tone, which was obviously acquiescing to the congratulations of his beloved disciple.
"Yes, yes, it's my disciple who's being presumptuous." Wanhua Sword Master accepted the crime with a smile.
Patriarch Chang Geng looked at Yu Xin and Lan: "Ji Yin Sword Master and Lan Ji Ling Master, who do you think is the most suitable person to serve as the leader of Haotian Mansion?"?? "
Lan smiled and glanced at the expectant ancestors of the Wanxiang Sword Sect: "My sister and I are both women, so naturally we tend to favor women."
These words were a bit convoluted, and many of the venerables present did not react for a moment. Wanhuan Sword Master was about to express his congratulations in front of his master with the prepared congratulations, but as soon as he stood up, he suddenly realized that there was something wrong with Lan's words. After taking a closer look, his face suddenly became as if he had swallowed a bastard, and he was white and red from holding back. Red with purple!
The Splitting Wind Sword Master was just about to stand up and angrily scold these new sages who were colluding with the Wanxiang Sword Sect, but the words that came out of his mouth turned into a monotonous "ah", and the whole person froze on the spot, and then suddenly reacted, Laugh loudly.
"Hahahaha! It made me laugh to death, Wanhua, what are you congratulating your master for? Did you lose the election? Haha No, it made me laugh to death!" Lord Splitting Wind exaggeratedly covered his stomach.
Ancestor Binglian was also stunned for a moment. She had given up completely, but she didn¡¯t expect that there would be a dramatic turn at the last minute. No one thought that the three newly promoted venerables of the Cangtian Sword Sect would dare to show off to the Wanxiang Patriarch so blatantly! This is simply a slap in the face!
The face of the ancestor of Wanxiang was gloomy and water dripped from his face. His breath was rising and falling, and there was a possibility of rioting at any time. The jade table carved from jade in front of him turned into powder under his huge energy. .
"You are seeking death!"
The four words were almost squeezed out from between the teeth. The frightening aura of the peak of the sword embryo swept the entire hall instantly, and a violent sword soul force blasted towards Mo Wen and the others!