At this moment, Zhang Ruochen stood on the edge of Baishi Square, staring at the direction where the fourth senior brother Feng Han left. In fact, he was also very confused and said in his heart: "It's really strange, why did the fourth senior brother take away the master's body alone? Why didn't the eldest senior brother, the second senior brother, and the third senior brother, be with him?"

Previously, next to Xuanji Sword Saint's corpse, the Qingxiao Saint opened the holy soul domain and closed the voice. Therefore, Zhang Ruochen did not hear their conversation, so he did not know what happened.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen noticed something, turned around, and saw Huang Yanchen walking over, and the two of them looked at each other.

Huang Yanchen's eyes were quite red and swollen, and tears were still hanging on his cheeks. It was obvious that the death of his master also had a great blow to her.

Zhang Ruochen looked at Mu Jiji and Xun Hualiu, "What are you two doing here? I didn't see it, I want to talk to Princess Yanchen alone?"

Mu Jiji and Xun Hualiu are both veterans in love, so they immediately showed a "understanding" look and left first with great tactfulness.

Huang Yanchen immediately wanted to send a message to Zhang Ruochen about Feng Han.

However, Zhang Ruochen stretched out a hand and made a gesture of banning voices, looking out of Jiange. Sure enough, there were several pairs of eyes, staring at him and Huang Yanchen from time to time. Among them, there were even the talented woman in the Holy Book.

Zhang Ruochen and Huang Yanchen are not saints and cannot use the holy soul realm. Even if they transmit voices to each other, some people with advanced cultivation will definitely hear their conversation.

Although Huang Yanchen was very anxious, he did not dare to speak at this moment, so as not to expose Zhang Ruochen's identity.

The two remained silent and left the ancient sacred mountain.

After returning to Zixia Lingshan, Zhang Ruochen released the body-protecting holy aura, wrapped him and Huang Yanchen in, spoke first, comforted him: "Don't be too sad, Master is a sword cultivator. Being able to fall in a highly anticipated decisive battle is also a brilliant end. Even if you die, you will not have any regrets."

Huang Yanchen snuggled into Zhang Ruochen's arms, pursed his lips, tears poured out of his eyes again, nodded, suddenly remembering his previous doubts, so he asked: "Zhang Ruochen, the person he valued most during his lifetime was you. Have he told you who would be the successor of his robe or bowl?"

Zhang Ruochen nodded and said, "Master has talked to me about this matter once. He said that his biggest regret is that he has not been able to find a successor who can inherit his legacy."

Huang Yanchen's expression moved and said, "Is it okay for the fourth brother?"

"At that time, I also asked the master, but he just shook his head. In the end, he asked me to be the successor of his robe and bowl and told me that if he died in the decisive battle, he would ask me to take the pyro sword and his body to the Pluto Sword Tomb in the Central Region."

Zhang Ruochen was a little bitter. It was obvious that the master had just passed away and he didn't want to talk too much about the successor of the robe and mantle at this time.

Huang Yanchen was shocked when he heard Zhang Ruochen's words.

The words of Zhang Ruochen and the fourth senior brother are so similar. There is no doubt that someone must be lying between them.

Huang Yanchen naturally believed Zhang Ruochen without reservation, so he immediately told him word for what Feng Han said before.

"How could this happen?" Zhang Ruochen's face changed.

"Master must not select two successors at the same time. Zhang Ruochen, why do I feel that the fourth senior brother is very problematic." Huang Yanchen said.

“There must be a problem.”

Zhang Ruochen's expression became very serious and he said, "You said before that Master met the fourth senior brother alone before attending the sword contest?"

Huang Yanchen nodded.

Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath, his eyes shrank, and his ten fingers couldn't help but tighten a few points, saying, "The confrontation between Master and the Nine Nether Sword Saint clearly had an absolute advantage, so why did he suddenly lose? I have a premonition that Master's death is unrelated to the Fourth Senior Brother."

Huang Yanchen said, "But why? Why did the Fourth Senior Brother harm Master?"

"Don't ask so much, I'll chase him now. I must not let him take away the master's body and the thunderous sword." Zhang Ruochen said coldly.

Huang Yanchen knew that Feng Han's cultivation was extremely profound, so he was very worried about Zhang Ruochen's safety and said, "I'll go with you."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "No, you go to Jiange to find the eldest brother and tell him the matter separately. If necessary, you can tell him the truth about my still alive. Remember, you can only tell the eldest brother and never disclose it to anyone else."

It’s not that Zhang Ruochen distrusts other senior brothers and sisters, but among the few senior brothers, only the eldest senior brother is the most stable and able to keep the secret.

Others should try not to let them know the truth.

Feng Han had just left. Although he hid his breath very well and left no traces, Zhang Ruochen completely released his mental power, but he still found a trace of breath remaining in the air.

Zhang Ruochen immediately put on the meteor invisibility cloak, used his body skills to the extreme, disappeared from the spot, and chased after him in a hurry in the night.

If the master is really murdered and killed, no matter who this person is, Zhang Ruochen must kill him.

Huang Yanchen was also extremely anxious and rushed towards the direction of the ancient sacred mountain.

Because she was wearing a meteor invisibility cloak, Zhang Ruochen's level was almost at its peak. Ordinary cultivators could not see his shadow clearly. Soon, Zhang Ruochen chased out of the Liangyi Sect and entered the vast mountain range of the Falling Divine Mountains.

In the air, the breath left by Fenghan is becoming more and more obvious.

Obviously, the distance between Zhang Ruochen and him is not far.

"How did Feng Han know the secret of the Taotian Sword?"

Zhang Ruochen always had such a question in his heart.

Master is absolutely impossible to tell him that, then there should be third-party forces.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ruochen became more cautious, slowed down, and stimulated the invisible power of the meteor invisible cloak, completely converging his breath into the inside of his robe.

Not long after, Zhang Ruochen had already seen Feng Han's figure.

Zhang Ruochen immediately stopped, landed on the ground, stood a hundred feet away, quietly watching Feng Han's direction, wanting to know what he was going to do?

Feng Han seemed very cautious and looked around. He looked around. No one else followed, and then he placed the body of Xuan Ji Sword Saint on the ground.

Then, he took out a black oar, placed it on his lips, and blew out a very strange sound wave.

"Swish!"

A moment later, five huge black bats flew out in a row in the jungle, landed in front of him, and turned into human form.

No.

To be precise, it was not bats, but five humans with flesh-winged wings. However, their bodies were completely wrapped in black robes, so when they flew, they looked like huge bats.

"Immortal Vampire."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes sank, and he could already be sure in his heart that Master's death must be related to Feng Han.

Slowly, Zhang Ruochen took out the Chenyuan Ancient Sword and squeezed it into his hand.

"Meet the Sixth Prince."

The five semi-saints of the Immortal Blood Clan bowed to Feng Han at the same time.

Among them, the immortal blood clan standing in front is an old man with a red head, named Taixi Bansaint, who is 2.5 meters tall and has a very strong body.

Moreover, his cultivation is much stronger than the other four semi-saints, and he obviously has an extremely high status.

Taixi Half Saint smiled and said, "The Sixth Prince took action personally, and it was indeed extraordinary. A person who is such a powerful swordsman in Xuanji is just a dead end."

Feng Han said: "Everyone has weaknesses, and Xuanji Sword Saint is no exception. The old guy's biggest weakness is that he trusts his disciples too much, otherwise I would not have the chance to let him drink the blood poison of Pluto."

The half-saint of Taixi smiled sarcastically and said, "The Blood Poison of the Pluto is the poison extracted by Lord Patriarch from that time. It is colorless and tasteless, and is no different from ordinary white water. Not to mention that the Sword Saint Xuanji could not detect the clues, even the Queen may not be able to recognize it."

Feng Han glanced at the Half Saint of Taixi, took out the Taotian Sword, threw it to him, and said, "Take the Taotian Sword back and handed it to your father in person."

"Now, we have obtained the second holy sword. As long as we can seize the other four holy swords, we can go to the Tomb of the Sword of the Lord, destroy the Prison Clan, and open the gate of the Blood Prison. At that time, Lord Hades will return."

"As long as Lord Patriarch descends to Kunlun Realm again, even the Queen Chi Yao will probably be dead. The entire Kunlun Realm will be ruled by our immortal blood clan. Those humble humans are just our blood food."

The half-saint of Taixi held the thundering sword and heard Feng Han's words, he was quite excited and said, "If the Sixth Prince makes such a great contribution, and compares other princes, he will definitely receive generous rewards from the emperor."

Feng Han looked serious and said, "There is another thing. After you go back, tell your father and ask him to send someone to investigate the book "The Secret Scroll of the Vampire". This book is likely to be a huge threat to our immortal blood clan."

"I understand."

The half-saint of Taixi nodded and said, "Can the Sixth Prince not go back together and meet the emperor?"

Feng Han shook his head, looked at the body of Xuan Ji Sword Saint on the ground, showing a smile, and said, "I still have to practice in seclusion and will not go back for the time being. Xuan Ji Sword Saint's blood is a precious treasure. If he can completely absorb and refine his blood, his cultivation level can be improved at least three levels..."

In the darkness, a cold voice sounded, full of resentment, and said, "I'm afraid you won't have the blessing to endure it."

Feng Han's face darkened, and he immediately released the Holy Soul Realm and was cautious.

At the same time, his pupils turned blood red, and he used the "Heaven Blood Eyes" to observe the surroundings, and said coldly: "Who is it?"

"Swish."

A whistle sounded.

Feng Han was surprised to see that someone broke into his holy soul realm and appeared behind him. So Feng Han immediately condensed a palm print and slapped it in the direction behind him.

He gave his palm very quickly, but he still hit the empty one with one palm.

With a "bang", the powerful palm wind flattened the jungle not far away. All the ancient trees as thick as buckets were broken and turned into half, leaves and wood chips scattered everywhere. Even the soil on the ground was scraped into a thick layer.

not good.

Feng Han realized something was wrong and immediately looked at the ground, but the body of Xuan Ji Sword Saint was found, which had disappeared.

Another gust of wind sounded.

A ghostly shadow appeared thirty feet away, and all the shadows overlapped and condensed into a young man. In his hand, he was holding the body of Xuan Ji Sword Saint, and a cold murderous aura spread out.
Chapter completed!