monk family

Chapter 2085 The Sixth Generation Patriarch

In the meeting hall, Twelfth Uncle sat alone for a while, then got up and went to the Palace of Fate and Soul. The people guarding the Palace of Fate and Soul opened the door automatically when they saw Uncle Twelve, and a misty yellow light shone throughout the hall .

in the temple.

The life and soul cards are densely packed.

Among them, the first one is also the oldest of the Fu family. The soul lamp on the life soul card of Mr. Fu is flickering at this time, and it seems that it may go out at any time.After Mr. Fu, there is no difference in the life and soul cards of Zhi's generation.

On the contrary, Fu Hualan's Fate Soul Lamp is written in the next row. If you don't check carefully, it's hard to notice that it's still on.

Uncle Twelve frowned even deeper.

If Mr. Fu can break through to Yuanying, then their Fu family will be able to gain a firm foothold in Dazhou, and they will be qualified to participate in the next trip to Kunlun world, but now Mr. Fu may have little hope.

Even more shocking.

Fu Hualan, who is the hidden pillar of the Fu family, is also in danger of life and death at this time.

Once Fu Hualan fell down.

The Fu family did not have the backing of the cultivators who transformed themselves into gods.

Their Fu family was afraid that the Lei family would bloodbath the whole family with the force of thunder in the next moment.

"My ancestors bless you, bless Hua Lan, and bless your ancestors to survive this calamity safely."

Uncle Twelve worshiped on the futon.

Layers of soul lamps.

Among the row of life-soul cards suspended in the air above the patriarch's life-soul lamp, the sixth-placed life-soul lamp suddenly flickered at this moment, and the speed was astonishingly fast as if it had never happened.Uncle Twelfth seemed to be aware of it, and he suddenly looked up at the patriarch tablet hanging high.

I watched it for a long time.

But nothing abnormal.

Uncle Twelve then laughed and shook his head:
"The sixth-generation patriarch has passed away for nearly a thousand years, how can he still be alive?"

After getting up from the futon.

Uncle Twelfth went directly to the back mountain. After the clansmen closed the Fate Soul Hall, they saw the Fate Soul Lamp on the patriarch's tablet flickering again, and the light was so strong that even if all the Fate Soul Lamps in the hall were brighter It is less than one-thousandth of it.

If Uncle Twelve is here.

Certainly amazed.

This matter will also cause an uproar in the Fu family!
Back Mountain.

Uncle Twelve stopped for a long time in front of a secret room.

finally.

He still took out a simple communication token engraved with complicated runes, and saw that he chanted a special spell, and when the spell sounded, the runes on the token wriggled instantly, as if they had come to life, and then With a buzzing sound, the token turned into a flame and shot towards the secret room.

in the secret room.

But see.

A simple and simple sword with blue light was suspended in the air.

under the sword.

Fu Zhihong's eyes were closed tightly, and countless flying swords lingered around his body. The flying swords changed shape from time to time. As more and more flying swords condensed, the strange aura created in the secret room increased accordingly. When the aura was about to collapse, Gao The hanging blue light sword quickly dropped a trace of sword intent.

This sword intent is if Fu Shishi is present.

It is bound to be a surprise.

Because this sword intent is almost the same as that displayed by the Qingguang Sword that fell in Baichen, Pingshan County.

Just now.

A red light shot out from outside the secret room.

Fu Zhihong, who was originally meditating, opened his eyes suddenly. In an instant, countless sword intents condensed in his eyes, and the sword intents lingering around him all rolled back into the high-hanging blue light sword. The blue light of the blue light flashed and fell. In the palm of Fu Zhihong.

Fu Zhihong wiped the blue light sword in his palm like stroking his lover.

There is infinite sadness and remembrance on the face.

Then his face turned cold.

The blue light sword turned into a blue light and entered his body.

The sword intent on his body, which was equivalent to a monk at the first level of Nascent Soul, disappeared instantly.

Reach out.

The red light was pasted between the eyebrows, after listening to Uncle Twelfth's report.

Fu Zhihong frowned.

Right hand pinch.

A sword light fell on the door of the secret room, and the door of the secret room opened with a loud bang, and Uncle Twelve, who was waiting at the door, apologized:
"Patriarch, I'm really sorry to disturb your retreat and practice."

"Brother Twelve, it's because of your hard work."

Fu Zhihong's face was radiant, but Twelfth Uncle's face was tired, and he was too tired to deal with various general affairs, so he didn't have time to practice hard at all, so that his skills had not improved but retreated for decades, and the two entered the living room and sat down back.

Uncle Twelfth explained the common affairs of the clan in the past few decades in a concise manner:
"Now the old man breaks through the Nascent Soul, I'm afraid there is little hope"

"The other most important thing is the girl Hua Lan. I'm afraid she has fallen into a stalemate. Over the years, we have also cut off contact with her. The girl Hua Lan married someone else as a concubine to save our Fu family. With a strong backer, but the other party has nine wives and concubines, and each of the wives and concubines is a Nascent Soul cultivator. She is alone. Even if she is accompanied by Mrs. Qin, Mrs. Qin is only a Jindan cultivator. We didn't give her any support either. Now that she's in trouble, we have to give her a hand."

Uncle Twelve finished speaking.

Fu Zhihong fell into deep thought.

He frowned: "If you want to get in touch with Hua Lan again, you have to go out on Eleven. Eleven is familiar with Palace Master Mo of Lanyi Division, so maybe he will sell her face. By the way, Eleven is in southern Xinjiang. How is it? According to the itinerary, we should have almost returned to the clan."

As soon as this word comes out.

Uncle Twelve's face became even more bitter.

Fu Zhihong saw that his expression was still, and immediately became anxious: "What? Something happened on the eleventh?"

"Well," Twelfth Uncle bit the bullet and said: "On the [-]th route to Baizhou, it happened that the demons slaughtered Baizhou City. The group of them survived the war by chance, but they disappeared strangely. I have been unable to contact her for two years, not even Mo Lan and Yian. As for the father and daughter of Shi Shuyuan who followed Mo Lan, they also died in that catastrophe, and Tang Yongyi didn't know what happened. Just..."

Uncle Twelve hasn't finished speaking yet.

Fu Zhihong stood up suddenly.

The worried look on his face was clear, and there was a bit of complaint;
"Such an important matter, why didn't you come to inform me, Brother Twelve, if something happened to Eleven, how would I explain it to her mother? Back then we promised with the lives of the whole family that we would take good care of Eleven. Otherwise, Mother Eleven would not have left a heavy treasure to her.”

Fu Zhihong's voice stopped abruptly.

Momentary excitement.

Make him realize that he has lost his composure.

He got up directly and said:
"You first send someone to contact Princess Qilian in Baizhou, and I will immediately go to Baizhou to find Eleven and the others."

"Yes, patriarch."

The Twelfth Uncle bowed to his promise. Although he has been in charge of the general affairs of the clan for decades, his own status and identity are very clear. In fact, when Fu Zhihong retreated, he said that unless the clan is alive or dead, he should not be disturbed. That's why That's why he didn't come back to report Fu Shiyi's disappearance for a long time.

(End of this chapter)