"Okay, I believe you, but I won't let you sacrifice for no reason!"

Fang Junmei stared at him a few times and nodded.

If you interact with anyone, you have to make a vow. Fang Junmei may not be able to make a friend in this life. If Cangwu Lao Xie changed his temperament, he would definitely not have to worry too much about him being cheated. If he didn't succeed, of course he would not have to worry about anything.

"Thank you, brother."

Cangwu Lao Xie thanked him very much.

"Don't be too happy first. I just have an idea that it may not be successful. Even if it succeeds, you may have to go through unimaginable pain of soul division and conflict!"

Fang Junmei said.

Cangwu Lao Xie said righteously: "Please come, brother, I am willing to give it a try. I, Cangwu Lao Xie, also climbed up from the difficulties and pain."

The fire of seeking the truth is full of eyes!

Fang Junmei nodded with satisfaction and finally said.

"The best innate spiritual treasure I used to cut out the body of the immortal god is called the Seven Emotional Blood Glacier, which contains the ultimate power of emotion-"

Fang Jun said quietly with his eyebrows.

Cangwu Lao Xie's eyes were already lit up halfway after hearing it.

"The most important thing is that the power of love can be infused into the minds of others in the way of magic weapons and affecting their mind changes. Over the years, I have been helped by this effect once, and I don't know what this method is useful. Now I am afraid it's going to be on you."

Fang Junmei finished speaking in one breath.

I see.

"It must be up to me. God must have arranged this treasure to Brother Dao and ask you to help me."

Cangwu Lao Xie's pupils were already so happy that he opened his eyes wide, and his body trembled. He spoke quickly, and his mouth began to laugh.

Fang Junmei smiled and nodded.

"When will it start to infusion? Brother Dao, I can do it anytime!"

Cangwu Lao Xie roared anxiously again.

Fang Junmei said, "Don't worry, I still have some things for the time being. I will not have this time until Daolang and I have started the sect and established the mansion. You can wait a little longer."

"good!"

Cangwu Lao Xie agreed immediately, afraid that Fang Junmei would regret it.

Fang Junmei nodded, and the two chatted for a few more times before leaving.

Ba Wuji, Nangong Congyun, Yunyan, Zhu Yanci Jing, Long Buhui and others were not in the mountains, and Fang Junmei had nothing to see anymore. He found Daolang, Zhuang Youde, Mingrui and others in troubled times, just to discuss the matter of opening a sect and establishing a mansion.

There is no need to describe any trivial matters.

Time flies, and more than two years have passed.

In the spring of this year, the ice and snow have not yet faded and the sun has warmed up. On Mount Taixi, this grand event of opening the palace was finally ushered in.

The monks who were waiting outside were unable to contact each other, so they had to do so. In addition to the big bosses of the sects in the nearby mountains, the most important ones were the ancestors of the Southern Saint Alliance, Qiankun and Jianzhongjun who were behind.

The other two, the True Lord of Huanri, is still in seclusion, while the Lei Long has no news.

Qiankun and Jian Zhongjun were also regarded as enjoying the glory, so they brought their disciples and disciples together early.

Sword God Sect!

Under the bright world, a huge bluestone as high as a hundred feet tall stood outside the mountain gate. The stone was engraved with four big characters from the Sword God Sect, emitting light and attracting people's attention.

The pen is made of silver and iron, with iron bones and faint sword energy. Fang Junmei personally carved it with the sword as his pen.

After Qiankun and Jian Zhongjun came over, they took a look and laughed together.

"The Sword God Sect... has great ambitions and ambitions. I originally thought that after us, the old ancestor, belonged to you, the new ancestor. I didn't expect that you had not shined yet, and the younger generations behind you had already caught up."

Qiankun sighed.

"To be honest, I can't understand this world of cultivation. Where did my era go?"

A joking smile appeared on Jun’s handsome face in the sword.

Qiankun laughed loudly when he heard this.

"Thank you, two brothers, for your appreciation!"

A gatekeeper had already come in to deliver a message, and Fang Junmei and Daolang from the troubled times came out together.

Today, both of them were wearing brand new brocade clothes, long and beautiful, one black and one white, which was very eye-catching.

This is the first time that the two of Qiankun clans saw the two men who advanced to the ancestors. In an instant, they felt awesome. The obvious outstanding temperament on the two men was really surprising.

A perseverance is like a mountain.

A mad domineering like a sea.

There is even an indescribable confidence and pride. It is the confidence that can only be cultivated by killing monks of the same generation and killing the ancestors. Even when facing the Qiankun clan's gaze, the two of them were facing each other with high spirits.

"These two kids... are amazing!"

The two of them praised in their hearts.

The children behind the two sighed even more, these two guys should be of the same generation as us!

After some greetings, we welcomed into the mountain gate.

Above the square, there were already jade pillars, with lights and colorful ribbons floating. To the north of the square, there were two huge human statues hundreds of feet tall, standing proudly with a solemn expression.

The sword in his hand stabbed towards the sky, forming a cross-section, standing side by side, fighting against the enemy with the two heroes, the statue of Fang Junmei and Daolang in troubled times.

The disciples in the blockbuster are already arranged in both sides of the square. Looking around, there are at least tens of thousands.

Half-side knife!

Half-side sword!

The realm may be of high or low, but they are full of energy and sharp eyes, forming two invisible sword auras, which permeate the sky on both sides, solemn and mad.

Qiankun and Jian Zhongjun are watching another battle.

Fortunately, Jun Buyu and others were not in the mountains and did not show the sacred appearance of the backbone, otherwise they would be afraid that the two of them would have to think even more.

"Brother Qiankun, brother in the sword, haven't seen him for a long time!"

The old guy Xing Chenzi came up with a spring breeze on his face.

When the two saw his dress today, they recalled the rumors and knew that he had probably officially joined the Sword God Sect, and smiled deeply again.

Another greeting.

After sitting down, I waited for a while before finally waiting for the elders and sect leaders of nearby forces.

Seeing that Qiankun and Jian Zhongjun had arrived early, everyone was very embarrassed.

After all the people, the ceremony will be opened.

There is no need to mention this scene. After releasing the magic power, the square was rolling like thunder, and many juniors were rustling with their eardrums.

The process is nothing more than propaganda and deterrence.

In the end, Xing Chenzi was established as the Supreme Elder, which attracted the cheers of the younger generations. The three ancestors suppressed the sect, who would dare to bully him?

After the ceremony is opened, a feast is there.

Qiankun and Jian Zhongjun ate a few glasses of wine and said goodbye.

The monks from other forces also said goodbye one after another.

This ceremony was considered a failure, but it went very smoothly because there was no big deal.
Chapter completed!