"The Ancestor's Hall?"

Xie Yuanshan was a little puzzled. What does Yi Chuandong have to do with the ancestral hall of the ancestors? Could it be that he has obtained the inheritance of the ancestors?

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have met my current master."

A complicated look flashed in Yi Chuandong's eyes, "Recalling the old love, I don't want to hurt you, you..."

"Needless to say, do you think Qingyun can still stop it today? News of Dongfang Haoxuan's fall has long been rumored. Qingyun is just the last moment of strength. You have good talent and you may not be able to show your strength by joining the Demon Sect."

Xie Yuanshan interrupted Yi Chuandong's next words.

"Haha, Demon Cult! What benefits does the Demon Cult give you? You have to be obsessed with it!"

Yi Chuandong sneered at the corner of his mouth, and the scene of his slaughter in the village was still vivid in his mind.

Anyone can join the Demon Sect in this life, but he can't!

Xie Yuanshan didn't say much, and fought with Yi Chuan again.

"Well, Master, from now on, I will not hold back any more."

Yi Chuandong took a deep breath, knowing that no matter what, he would never end well today, he no longer had a merciful and ruthless heart, and he could fight against the enemy with all his strength. He used the ten thousand swords to perfection and suppressed Xie Yuanshan to death.

However, Xie Yuanshan is a person who has been practicing for thousands of years. He is an experienced master. Although he looks quite embarrassed, he has not suffered too many serious injuries. It is difficult to decide the winner for a while, and it is even more difficult to distinguish life and death.

...

Outside the ancestor’s ancestral hall.

Nangong Mo slowly opened his eyes, and a ray of light burst out from his eyes. His entire aura became extremely round in an instant, as if he was melting into the world.

Although he looks like an old man in his 100s, no one dares to underestimate him at all.

"I didn't expect that the sword path I had been pursuing for many years would actually realize it in a young junior."

Nangong Mo glanced at Lu Chen, who was still condensing his sword fetus, with his eyes quite complicated.

Originally, he was fighting with Lu Chen with the mentality of guiding his younger generations. Who would have thought that during the fight with Lu Chen, he actually saw the lost move he had been thinking about for many years.

Almost in an instant, the barrier in his heart was slightly shattered, and he became more diligent in his understanding of the sword.

It is not difficult to imagine that Nangong Mo was crazy about swordsmanship and had deduced that lost move in his mind countless times, and had his own understanding of Wan Jian Guizong.

At this moment, what he realized was not the return of Wan Jianzong.

It's your own path.

He felt a new path from Lu Chen.

This road is not Lu Chen's road either.

It's his own path.

He combined his years of hard work in the world with his life experiences and realized his own swordsmanship.

However, he has not reached the point of condensing the sword fetus.

After all, he had just realized his own way.

And Lu Chen has always been on the road.

Although he was defeated by Lu Chen, he was also blessed in disguise.

Nangong Mo withdrew his gaze, stood up slowly, glanced at Qingyunqianshan, who was fighting, sighed slightly, and walked into the Ancestor's Hall.

The ancestral hall is much cleaner than before.

Although there is some dust, the candle has burned out.

But it can be seen that people often come here to worship.

Nangong Mo saw the spiritual position standing there and belonging to Dongfang Haoxuan at a glance.

He lit the incense candle, knelt on the cushion, and closed his eyes tightly.

"Senior brother, do you still remember?"

"Five hundred years ago, I was young and energetic. I wanted to capture all the demon sects, hold Zhu Xian in his hand, and think that I am invincible in the world..."

"But who would have thought that I was actually retaliated by the Zhuxian Sword and turned into a demon who slaughtered creatures..."

"If it weren't for the critical time, I begged you to kill me, I wouldn't know what kind of conscience I would do!"

"I know, you don't want to do it."

"Although your talent is not as good as mine and your understanding is not high, I admire your foundation and persistence in martial arts. Do you know, senior brother?"

"But it's that sword. I know that, let senior brother, you have a demon. If it weren't for this, I'm afraid you wouldn't end up like this..."

"It's all bad for junior brothers, it's all bad for junior brothers!"

"Sister Yanhong...ah...she sacrificed herself for me, but senior brother, I don't like her. I just want to be with Jian. I'm very sorry for her and you!"

"I want to make up for her, but I don't know how to do it. I can't go against my heart. In that case, I..."

"I've hurt you! I've never had the shame to come to see you..."

"Senior brother, I have always wanted to tell you something, do you know that junior sister... "

"She has become a ghost cultivator. She has lost her body for me and lost thousands of years of Taoist cultivation..."

"I know, you will be very sad when you hear this news."

"But if you are kept in the dark and don't know your junior brother's intentions, your junior brother will be in great pain. Over the years, I have suffered..."

"I tried to make her give up and want her to give up this relationship. After I recovered, I left her. I pretended to retire to the mountains and forests, got married and had children, but she killed them all..."

"What's funny is that after I knew about this, I didn't even dare to seek revenge on her!"

"It was her that made me survive...what is my right to blame her? It's even more impossible to kill her with my own hands..."

"Sister sister is also a pitiful person, she should hate me..."

"Senior brother, do you still remember? We went to the ancient temple of the wilderness. In order to stop the Demon Sect's plan, the demon fetus I picked up in the ancient temple of the wilderness..."

"Do you think your junior brother wants to use her to get the Zhuxian Sword? Then senior brother, you misunderstood..."

"That little girl is an extremely rare demonic heart and Taoist bone, both good and evil, her future is limitless, and she even hopes to be a god-like realm. If she can lead to the right path, she will definitely be my righteous giant in the future. But if she is obtained by the people of the Demon Cult, the consequences will be unimaginable..."

"I originally wanted to wait for her to grow up and send her back to Qingyun, but unfortunately I got drunk that time and the little girl disappeared..."

"My junior brother did another stupid thing. I hope my senior brother can forgive me..."

"I hope that little girl has not died and has not fallen into the hands of the Demon Cult..."

“…”

Nangong Mo's even more swallowing voice slowly sounded in the ancestor's ancestral hall, and the sound was very low.

At this moment, he was not like an old monster who had lived for nearly ten thousand years, but rather like a child who did something wrong, and was aggrieved to the adults about the wrong things he had done.

He told the past one by one, and told the secrets hidden in his heart for hundreds of years without reservation. He felt that his heart suddenly became much more relaxed.

In the ancestral hall.

The incense candle is still burning, the green smoke is slowly, and the candle fire is swaying.

Nangong Mo knelt on the cushion, lowering his head very deeply, and he didn't dare to look up at the spirit.

All of this was caused by him...

Above the incense table, the big words "Dongfang Haoxuan" on the spiritual throne seemed to be flashing, and I quietly listened to the sloppy old man in front of me.

In silence, there seemed to be a heavy sigh.

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