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Chapter 3 No matter if it's a black dog or a white dog, as long as it's ruthless, it's a good dog(1/2)

The ancestor Xuanyin is indeed very old, but Tian Jinren is older than him. According to Jing Jiu's inference, Tian Jinren left the South China Sea more than 600 years ago, representing the ancestor Kirishima Nanqian to look for successors, and finally chose Jian Xilai as the leader of the guide. Then he should be at least seven hundred years old now.

His cultivation talent is ordinary, but his spiritual strength is rare in the world. He has practiced for more than 700 years and his mind power can move the world. It is logically difficult to meet opponents. Unfortunately, he is good at telling fortunes to others, but he has not calculated that his life is so bad. First, he met Jing Jiu and Zenzi in Chaoge City, and now he meets people like Yin San.

The most important thing is that he thought this was a game set up by himself and the ancestor Xuanyin, but he didn't expect that he would become a person in the game in the end. He naturally suffered a crushing defeat and was completely controlled by Yin San before he even had time to commit suicide.

"Your game is actually pretty good."

Yin San looked at Xuanyin Ancestor and said, full of appreciation.

The ancestor was embarrassed, rubbed his red nose and said, "After spending time with the real person for a long time, I can always learn some true scriptures."

After Yin San escaped from Qingshan Sword Prison, he first went to the South China Sea to find the ancestor Kirishima, took the grandson of the Western Prince back to the mainland, laying the cause of recapturing the Forever Forest, and then went to the Lengshan Wasteland to find the ancestor Xuanyin, and traveled together for twenty years.

In the past twenty years, the ancestor Xuanyin was Yin San's bodyguard, servant, supporter, clear guest and old dog.

No one wants to be a dog, let alone a big devil like him.

With the magical power of the Xuanyin Ancestor, it is very easy to kill Yin San. You only need to move your fingers or even breathe.

The problem is that until today he doesn't know what method Yin San used to make the Qingshan Sword Formation unable to discover him.

He didn't want to go back to the underground of Lengshan again.

The years without seeing the light of day are really hard, especially since he has come out, so how can he have the courage to go back?

If he wants to get rid of Yin San and tear the dog chain between his neck, he will find a way to kill Yin San and still not be discovered by the Qingshan Sword Formation.

He once had the idea of ​​the tortoise shell on the Dazeb, but later he found that Emperor Xiao was actually Yin San's most determined follower and could only give up this idea. Then he naturally thought of another sword escaper, and his eyes fell on Kirishima Island in the distant South China Sea.

In Guocheng Temple, he contacted Su Ziye, who had defected to the Xihai Sword Sect through the fat monk in the kitchen, and revealed his identity, and suggested that the Xihai Sword God do something with him - the Xihai Sword Sect is from the Kirishima lineage. Although this matter is secret, it is not difficult to guess an old devil like him.

Whether it is killing Yin San or Jing Jiu, it is an irresistible temptation for the West Sea Sword God, as long as he knows the true identities of these two people.

At the beginning, the ancestor thought of killing Yin San and using the method of Kirishima to block the breath so that the Qingshan Sword Formation would not let the Qingshan Sword Formation discover itself. Later, he found that Yin San was very interested in the Chuzi Sword, so he thought of a more perfect solution. That is, when Yin San was trying to control Tianjinren, he suddenly launched a sneak attack, and instead let Tianjinren control Yin San's soul and find the way to avoid the Qingshan Sword Formation.

Just as Yin San said, this game is really good, and it can even be said to be perfect, with only one problem.

Yin San knows it.

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Yin San did not say it clearly, but just gave Xuanyin ancestor a lesson.

He knew that Jing Jiu was still hiding his back, whether it was the God Emperor or Qingshan, but he did not tell the ancestor, just watching him calmly being penetrated by Liu Ci's sword, seriously injured and almost died.

After the ancestor woke up on the Daze River, he quickly understood all this. He immediately crawled out of the blood bucket naked, knelt in front of him, cried bitterly and expressed his regret, begged for his forgiveness, and sold the Xihai Sword Sect with his backhand.

Yin San pulled out a straw from the straw pile, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly. Looking at the rising sun in the distance, he said tiredly, "Don't do this in the future."

The ancestor quickly stood up, stood like a child, with his hands close to the seams of his pants, and said, "I will never dare to do it again."

He almost died in Guocheng Temple. This lesson was profound enough, and it also made him understand why Bai Gui never showed up that day.

Qingshan guards, even when he was in his heyday, he would feel a little troublesome to deal with it, but the man who was so well-behaved in front of the real person was really like a castrated cat. Why was he so afraid of the real person?

The fat monk in the kitchen of Guocheng Temple had died suddenly and could no longer eat steamed buns dipped in fermented bean curd, and barbecue wrapped in Su Ziye.

The restaurant in Haizhou City was the contact location that Laozu had agreed with Xihai. Who would have thought that it was also a property of Bulain?

We know each other all over the world, and everyone knows you. From the West Sea to the East Sea, from the Snow Field to Penglai, the entire Chaotian Continent is under the gaze of real people.

The real person is no longer able to do anything, but he still seems to know everything. This feeling is really terrifying.

He just didn't know that the attack on Qilin by the ancestor Xuanyin in Guocheng Temple seemed cruel, but it did not bring any real harm.

Looking at the young man with a pretty face and a calm expression on the rice dumpling, Xuanyin Ancestor sighed in his heart and asked, "Has the real person known the whereabouts of Chuzi Sword?"

Tianjinren lies under the pile of rice, with his eyes closed and his breath.

Yin San glanced at him and said, "I also knew something else."

As the first guide to the Chaotian Continent of Nanhai Kirishima, Tianjinren knew many secrets and was extremely familiar with the West Sea Sword Sect.

The Xuanyin Ancestor said with a charming smile on his face, "Congratulations to the real person."

Yin San jumped off the rice pile, patted the grass clippings on his body, and walked towards the distance.

The ancestor picked up the heavens and the humans, like an old dog holding a bone in his mouth and following him.

They were heading towards the rising sun, not sure where they were going.

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Have you ever heard of a sword technique that falls from the sky?

Zhao Layue once heard Jing Jiu ask this sentence.

That was when they were in Haizhou City many years ago. They were wanted criminals in the Qingtiansi. The practitioners of various sects who attended the Four Seas Banquet were preparing to siege and kill them.

The clouds became fainter and thinner until they completely dispersed, and the sword intent between the cliffs became more and more fierce, giving rise to a sense of eagerness to try.

Even if I haven't seen it before, Zhao Layue has guessed that this is the taste of the Qingshan Sword Formation.

In the three hundred years after Taiping Zhenren was killed, the Qingshan Sword Formation had never been activated, and there were not even signs of activation.

In the past year, the Qingshan Sword Formation has shown signs of activation twice in a row, and the sword peaks were exposed twice in front of the disciples of Tiandi and Zhufeng, which was shocking.

The Qingshan Sword Formation was launched at the end of last year to kill the Xuanyin Ancestor in Guocheng Temple from a distance. What is the reason this time?

Just as she was thinking about these questions, Yunwu returned to the peak, and the Qingshan Sword Formation calmed down, indicating that the target had disappeared.

It is difficult to start the Qingshan Sword Formation, but it is even harder to stop it.

Jing Jiu knew that the man was his senior brother. Only he understood the operating mode of the Qingshan Sword Formation so much, turning the Qingshan Sword Formation into a sword thousands of miles away.

He used this sword to force the ancestor Xuanyin to stay by his side as a bodyguard, and naturally he could use the power of the Qingshan Sword Formation to do something that could not be done with his current realm. Just like before - looking at the direction the Qingshan Sword Formation was aimed at, the person he wanted to deal with was probably Jian Xilai.

There are ghosts in the nine peaks of the green mountains, such as Celestial Heaven, and those who hide deeper.

In the four major guards, the chickens and dogs were unable to ascend to heaven, but they would inevitably be inclined to him. Ah Dada and the young man dared not offend him, and Yuangui only knew how to sleep.

And the Qingshan Sword Formation is like a toy of him.

No matter how you look at it, the senior brother's foundation in Qingshan is still strong. If a war really starts head-on in the future, it is really unknown who wins and who loses.

Jing Jiu has already confirmed that it was the White Blade Immortal who knocked him down to the world. The smoke and clouds disappeared, and the formation must have been done by the senior brother, but that hand and foot may have been done many years ago, such as four hundred years ago. Unfortunately, he was unable to kill his senior brother in Guocheng Temple. If he had not been in a coma at that time, he would definitely tell the emperor not to care about him and kill his senior brother first.

No matter how secret things are, they cannot be hidden from everyone. If the righteous sects such as Yi Maozhai and others know that their senior brother had escaped, they would inevitably make a big fuss. At least the Zhongzhou sect would definitely make a living. No one can forget the many bloody storms caused by the senior brother in Chaotian Continent.

Now the storm is coming again.

In the past, Jing Jiu wouldn't be too worried, but now he is too weak.

He looked at his right hand and was silent for a long time.

The seriously deformed right hand is like a plum in a pot tied to death by a rope.

If it is a real plum blossom, or you can still find some different beauty from this abnormality, but this is a hand.

Practitioners yearn for the ultimate, so many teachers in Qingshan looked at Jing Jiu and felt that he must have a future because his face was too perfect.

If it is no longer perfect, it means there is a problem, and it is not as simple as ugly.

His right hand is his real sharpness, which cannot be repaired and will seriously affect his combat power and future practice.

Resting in Jian Peak for half a year, the situation was only slightly better. At this speed, he would probably take thousands of years to completely repair his right hand.

Jing Jiu was a little depressed, which was a rare emotion for him.

Of course, he rarely had any emotions.

If it were a Zen master like Duhai Monk, he would have stabbed him to death with just one finger, so how could he be so seriously injured?

He remembered what happened when Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui chased their senior brother and asked, "That bone flute can't even cut the ten-year-old sword?"

Zhao Layue said: "Mine is not good either."

Jing Jiu was silent for a while and said, "Go to Shangdefeng."

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Shangde Peak is very cold, and most of the peaks are cold-resistant pine trees. They don’t look very good, mainly because they are too monotonous. After watching for a long time, they will always get a little tired.

Jing Jiu and Zhao lvyue stood at the foot of the peak and could already feel the cold wind coming from the front.

Shangde Peak is the strictest place among the nine peaks of Qingshan Mountain, and ordinary disciples are strictly prohibited from entering and leaving at will.

If they don't want to reveal their identities, they have to find a way to go in by themselves.

Zhao Layue thought about Lord Jianlu’s cold temperament and said, “I’ll let Yuanqu come and open the way?”

It is normal for the master to ask his disciples to come over to do anything, such as going through the back door.

"I'm more familiar to him here."

Jing Jiu took Zhao l'yue to the peak, and did not walk along the mountain road, but walked directly into the pine forest.

The cold wind blew the branches and the pine waves. He was indeed familiar with this place. There was no road and there were thick pine needles everywhere he saw, but he could easily find the direction. He soon came to a cliff on the western foot of the mountain and found a cave.
To be continued...
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