The time comes a moment ago.

The sky was still gray, and the gloomy atmosphere in the sword washing pool made the two of them feel a little uncomfortable.

The young man kept looking for Wu Shang's sword in front, while Senior Brother Zhang from the Tianjun family was standing not far away, with some incredulity in his eyes.

"The Tianlong Dynasty was really prosperous before. How many outstanding swords are there in this sword pool?"

"That's right, Senior Brother Zhang, that's what you said."

The young man quickly praised. Although he had no sense of belonging to Lingtian Sect and Tianlong Dynasty, the previous Lingtian Sect and Tianlong Dynasty were indeed behemoths.

If it were a hundred thousand years ago, Lingtian Sect and Tianlong Dynasty would indeed be invincible in the world.

But for so many years, we have not known change or innovation, so it was buried in the dust, and it has weakened little by little, and has now been forgotten by the world.

"That's right."

Senior Brother Zhang nodded, and his words were particularly useful to young people: "No matter how powerful the Lingtian Sect and the Tianlong Dynasty are, they are already a thing of the past, and our Tianjun family is a rising star in the future. I believe you will Know how to choose."

"Whoosh~~~".

Suddenly, an inexplicable ghostly shadow flashed in front of their eyes.

"what?".

Senior Brother Zhang's face suddenly darkened, his eyes looked around, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

The young man didn't notice it at all. He raised his head and looked at Senior Brother Zhang.

"Senior Brother Zhang, what's wrong?".

"Something's wrong! I saw a ghost just now."

"Ghost? Impossible!".

The young man shook his head: "Senior Brother Zhang, although this sword-washing pool has suppressed the swords of many powerful seniors, there will be no hauntings. Moreover, there are no other people in this temple. The only ancestor is Zhou Xian. Xiang also closed his door to death a few days ago, and there is only a waste left here that was abandoned in the sea."

"Whoosh~whoosh~whoosh~".

Before the young man could finish speaking, three ghosts appeared beside them, startling the two of them.

The two of them quickly prepared themselves for battle.

"This...this...is the Three Ghosts Soul Reincarnation Technique? Wasn't it lost a long time ago?".

As soon as Senior Brother Zhang saw these three ghosts, his mind instantly recalled the Holy Technique of Demon Dao that he had read in the family epic. They should be the three ghosts in front of him.

Is there anyone in the Tianlong Dynasty who knows this lost holy art of Demon Dao?

Senior Brother Zhang stood ready and made a defensive posture, still having questions in his mind.

"Rumble~~~".

Even before the two of them could react, the three ghosts struck directly, beating them to pieces in one round, with flesh and blood flying everywhere!

"These two masters of heaven are really killing chickens with a butcher's knife in the face of the three ghosts' body art. They are overqualified and underused."

Zhou Yi stood at the door and glanced here, giving instructions to the three ghosts in his heart.

"Take care of the traces."

The three ghost figures, who were about ten feet tall, looked at each other, and then nodded helplessly.

Didn't you say you were here to kill people? Why do you have to do housework again?

At the same time, at the foot of Taimiao Mountain, the ancestral site of the Tianlong Dynasty, an old man in black was standing here, waiting for the return of his junior brother.

But seeing the time passing by little by little and the two of them still not coming out, the old man felt a little confused.

He muttered softly.

"Junior Brother Zhang and the Lingtian Sect disciples have been together for a long time. Did something unexpected happen? Why is there no movement yet?"

This old man is also a disciple of the Tianjun family. He and the senior brother Zhang just came to the Tianlong Dynasty to find Wu Shang's sword and bring it back to the Tianjun family.

The old man has been waiting here, but after so long, there is still no movement from the two of them, so the old man is a little worried and wants to go and find out in person to see what the two of them are doing.

This old man himself is also a master in the realm of heaven. He has one foot in the Divine Treasure and will soon become a true disciple of the Tianjun family.

The mission of the two of them this time was to take away Wu Shang's sword. In fact, according to the Tianjun family's idea, they could just destroy the Lingtian Sect and Tianlong Dynasty directly.

However, the Tianjun family is currently overwhelmed and has a lot of troubles, so they sent two people to go ahead and bring Wu Shang's sword back.

Zhou Yi had just returned to the bed and was preparing to practice, when suddenly a breath came into his mind.

He frowned, feeling a little impatient.

"Have I stirred up the hornet's nest of the Tianjun family? Two people have died just now, who is this? The Ancestral Temple, the ancestral site of the Tianlong Dynasty, just lets you come and go like this? Do you think it is the living room of your Tianjun family? ".

Zhou Yi's cold breath instantly enveloped the bamboo house, and he was filled with impatience.

Zhou Yi also knew what kind of shameless villain the Tianjun family was.

Seeing the old man flying towards the sword washing pool, Zhou Yi remained unmoved and waved his sleeves gently.

Then a stone flew up from a tree outside the bamboo house and rushed toward the old man.

The old man was full of doubts. He was about to look for his junior brother when he turned around and found a powerful and heavy sword energy rushing towards him from behind.

He was instantly frightened, and he quickly circulated his spiritual energy in an attempt to resist.

"Who? Who is it?".

"Is it Wu Shang?...".

The old man's face was full of panic. He finally knew who this breath was and why it felt so familiar.

It turned out that this was exactly the same sword energy that Wu Shang struck at the Tianjun family a few days ago.

Just when he thought of this, the old man hadn't had time to send the news out.

The stone went straight through his forehead, instantly bringing out a stream of blood foam.

Then the sword energy enveloped the old man, instantly making him disappear into thin air, leaving not even a drop of debris behind.

In fact, according to Zhou Yi's current cultivation level, he has almost no opponent in the realm of Divine Treasure. Even if Chen Wang had a duel with him before, Zhou Yi would not be at a disadvantage, and there is still a lot of hope to defeat Chen Wang. Wangda's Qi Sea was shattered and turned into a useless person.

Therefore, this master of the Heavenly Realm of the Tianjun family was not even considered trash in front of Zhou Yi, and he disappeared without a trace with a gentle wave of his hand.

And as Zhou Yi understood the Mortal Sutra, his bones continued to grow. In fact, Zhou Yi is now different from ordinary cultivators.

He is like a distant immortal with no upper limit.

After letting the old man from the Tianjun family disappear, Zhou Yi didn't take him seriously.

Since he took the initiative to go to the Tianlong Dynasty's Ancestral Temple to disturb his Qingxiu, it's no wonder he did this.

"but".

Zhou Yi sighed leisurely, with a helpless smile on his lips.

"The Tianlong Dynasty has really declined. Why do people come and leave whenever they want? It has become like the living room of the Tianjun family. Not only a few people from the Tianjun family, but many people also sneaked here before." .

Zhou Yi is inevitably a little impatient in his heart. If this happens again in the future, there will really be endless troubles.

"When can the Tianlong Dynasty take another step forward? Witness your status well and don't waste what you have now. The same goes for the Lingtian Sect. If you are not strong, you will only be bullied. If you fall behind, you will be beaten!"

Zhou Yi muttered softly, sat cross-legged on the bed, made a finger gesture with his hands and started practicing.

And not long after Zhou Yi practiced, the sky became cloudy.

After several "rumbling" thunders, heavy rain instantly fell on the Ancestral Temple.

With the heavy rain, Zhou Yi realized the aura of nature, and his cultivation became smoother.

At this moment, Zhouyi merged with heaven and earth, quietly comprehending.

The little white cat was curled up in the bamboo house, looking at Zhou Yi in the big bamboo house, wondering what he was thinking in his heart.

The rain got heavier and heavier, and it rained all night.

Not a trace was left in the sword-washing pool. After the three people came in, they seemed to disappear out of thin air, evaporating in the world in an instant.

No one would have thought that these three great masters would die in the hands of a useless man!

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