Nine suns stepping on the sky

Jian Wuya frowned, his eyes showed deep worry, he pondered for a long time, finally couldn't help getting up, and came outside the main hall of Jianzong.But when he got closer, his expression showed some hesitation.

"Second Junior Brother, since you're here, come in." Jian Wudao's calm voice came from the hall.

Jian Wuya sighed in his heart, put aside all scruples and walked quickly into the hall.

Seeing the figure of Jian Wudao standing with his back to the palace gate, he showed respect on his face, "See brother suzerain."

Jian Wudao turned around, his eyes were deep, as if he could see through all the thoughts in his mind, he smiled slightly and said: "Junior Brother, what are you doing here?"

Jian Wuya was silent for a while, looked up, and his voice came out astringently, "I want Brother Suzerain to tell you the truth, did you use the secret method that the teacher strictly prohibited you and me to practice when you broke through half a step of the realm of heaven?"

Jian Wudao smiled with a calm expression, "Brother Wei has already expected that this matter cannot be hidden from you, but you must keep it secret."

"Senior Brother!" After Jian Wuya was startled, he quickly roared with excitement, "Why are you so confused! That secret technique can increase your cultivation in a short period of time, but it will also kill you! Have you forgotten, teacher? The warning given to us back then!"

Jian Wudao was silent for a while, and his expression showed nostalgia, "Teacher's voice, appearance and appearance linger in my heart, as if I have never left. I will never forget every word of his old man. But this matter, I do not regret it."

His voice was low and deep, but every syllable revealed a sonorous determination, "Teacher failed to break through and handed over Jianzong to me. Brother Yu's qualifications are low and it is difficult to break through. Seeing that the Jianzong building is about to collapse, I can only do it." A desperate fight. Even if there is no burial place for death, and the soul cannot dissipate into reincarnation, I will protect Jianzong's foundation, otherwise I will not be worthy of my teacher's expectations and cultivation."

Jian Wudao waved his hand, "Junior Brother Mystic Law has also read it, and you should be clear about its characteristics. Once you start to practice, it will be irreversible. Therefore, Junior Brother doesn't need to say any more. Besides, I died for Jianzong. The mission of being the suzerain is also the glory of my life."

His expression was calm and magnanimous, involving his own life and death, without the slightest difference.

Jian Wuya showed bitterness, if there were another hundred years, things would never be in such a situation.

This shouldn't be the fate that senior brother deserves!

It's all them, if it wasn't for the hard work of the sword sect, why did the elder brother make such a bad move to improve his cultivation.

In Jian Wuya's eyes, there was a deep hatred.

"You don't have to be like this, Junior Brother." Jian Wudao seemed to be aware of what he was thinking, and said lightly, "The strong will eat the strong, and the fittest will survive. This is the law of survival in the world. How can our Jianzong stand above it?"

"This is destiny. Don't be trapped in hatred. After I leave, you will be in charge of revitalizing the Sword Sect."

Jian Wuya turned around and walked out, freely and freely, "You came just in time, I'm about to go out for a while, if there is no accident, you can go back in half a month, you tell the other juniors and sisters, don't worry about me."

"Senior brother, where are you going?" Jian Wuya asked hastily.

"Go and ring the alarm bell and win three points of luck and fairness for my Jianzong." The voice was still echoing in the air, but Jian Wudao's figure had disappeared.

……

Half a month later, Jian Wudao returned to Jianzong, and then a news spread wildly throughout the world of Abi.

The Lord of the Sword Sect broke through and fought fiercely in the depths of the Black Sea for ten days, killing the ancestor of the Immortal Sequence Zijiao!

Everyone shakes!

……

The deepest part of the space of Jianjing Building.

Mo Yu sat cross-legged like an empty shell without any breath.

After an unknown amount of time, he moved his fingers slightly, and after a few breaths, his eyes slowly opened.

hum-

hum-

In an instant, the sounds of hundreds of millions of swords blared in the void.

Two identical sword shadows emerged from Mo Yu's eyes. Although they were blurred, they released an extremely terrifying aura.

It seems that a slight tremor can cause the world to collapse!

After a long time, the shadow of the sword in Mo Yu's eyes disappeared, and the sound of the sword in the void dissipated. He looked down at the sword-shaped jade slip in his palm, and admired it on his face, "It is worthy of the swordsmanship book of the Zhenzong of the Jianzong, and the skill of controlling the sword is unfathomable. ah!"

He stood up, put the jade slip back to its original place, turned around and left.

There are countless kendo secrets in the Jianjing building, but they are useless to him.

Mo Yu's footsteps seemed to be unhappy, but there was some invisible rule hidden in them, which fit the small world inside Jianjing Building. After a few steps, he was already standing at the exit.

Reaching out to push the door, one step forward, he has appeared outside the Jianjing Building.

Jian Mo stared blankly at the scene in front of him, his eyes gradually revealing horror.

Push the door out!

Actually pushed the door out!

The Jianjing building contains the remnant will of an ancestor who practiced swordsmanship in the early years of Jianzong. Any monk who leaves Jianzong will be directly transmitted.

Being able to return by following the original path shows that the Seventh Master Uncle's swordsmanship will no longer be affected by the residual will of the ancestor... This is probably the only one among the sword sects who can do it, the teacher!

The seemingly calm and indifferent Seventh Master Uncle is indeed a hidden peerless swordsman!

Jian Mo's eyes were full of heat, his expression became more respectful, and he quickly stepped forward to salute, "See Uncle Seven!"

Mo Yu nodded lightly, glanced ahead, and soon noticed the difference.

In his eyes, a sword shadow loomed in the sky of Jianzong, pointing directly at the sky, revealing a powerful majesty!

This is the manifestation of Jianzong's luck, and only those who have reached a certain level of cultivation can detect it.

But it is a bit different from before, it has become more solid and full of vitality.

His eyes flickered slightly, and Mo Yu said, "What kind of event has happened in Jianzong during this time?"

Identify the luck of the sect!

Knowing such legendary supernatural powers, Jian Mo's heart was shaken, and his expression became more respectful, "Report to Seventh Master Uncle, the teacher left the sect half a month ago, went to the depths of the Black Sea, and fought fiercely with the ancestor of the Immortal Sequence Zijiao for ten days, beheading him The whole body retreated. Ahbi was shocked by it, everyone was in awe, and the morale of the whole sect was greatly boosted!"

When he spoke, he couldn't help showing pride on his face.

It turned out to be the case.

Mo Yu showed it clearly, but there was a bit more thoughtfulness in his eyes. Jian Wudao shot without warning and killed the immortal sequence, which seemed to be a warning.Moreover, this move was a bit too high-profile, which did not match his own temperament.

Perhaps there is something else hidden in this.

Turning his mind, Mo Yu pressed it down. The most important thing right now is to restore his cultivation as soon as possible.

After half a month in the Jianjing building, he comprehended hundreds of kendo secrets, and his understanding of kendo became more and more profound.

There is a vague intuition that it is very close to breaking through and recovering.

He took a step forward, boarded the Luanjia, and said calmly: "Let's go, to bury the sword pool."

Jian Mo respectfully saluted, "Yes, Uncle Seven."

Swah——

The burning fire cloud streaked across the sky, roaring away under the awe-inspiring eyes of countless Sword Sect monks.

……

Outside the Burial Sword Pond, Mo Yu stood facing the wind, his black hair fluttering and his robe fluttering.

"This is buried in the sword pool, and the cultivation base must be restored!"

He jumped, and his figure plummeted down, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

……

"Push the door out from the Jianjing Building." Jian Wudao's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his face, "It seems that this time, our sect really made the right bet. Perhaps, the glimmer of life in my Jianzong's desperate situation is in his body."

He turned around, raised his hand after a few breaths and issued a sword order, which spread throughout the sword sect within a moment.

"The Seventh Elder retreats to the sword pool, and this place is a taboo of the sect from now on, and no one is allowed to enter!"