Immortal Emperor's marriage

Chapter 250
In the dim night, the sky is vast, the silver plate is hanging, and the stars are shining together.

A purple cloud floats in the sky, and an old man with a fairy spirit is sitting on the purple cloud with his eyes closed, with a green blade on his body and a dust whisk in his hand, exuding a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere, like a monk who has retreated to the mountains .

"Everyone from the Purple Light Sect, follow me to pay respects to Patriarch Ziyun!" Zi Taiyuan shouted loudly, and bowed down first.

When Jing Wuying appeared, both sects had temporarily ceased fighting, and everyone from Ziguangmen bent down to worship along with Zitaiyuan.

"Greetings to Patriarch Ziyun."

On the purple clouds in the sky, the Ziyun Sword Master slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were as clear as spring water and as deep as an abyss. There were stars shining, the sun and the moon rising, streams gurgling, and spring rains silently intertwining. The infinite and mysterious natural truth explains the myriad ways of the world.

Ziyun Sword Saint looked around with his eyes, gently rolled the dust in his hand, brushed his fingertips across the silky tail of dust, and smiled slightly: "I have been away for hundreds of years, I never thought that one day I would meet again with the descendants of my sect Please excuse me, although I am the patriarch of the Ziguang Sect, but I have not fulfilled the duties of a patriarch, so I don't need to bow down."

"Patriarch, you are serious. You have laid a solid foundation for our sect and allowed our sect to stand for more than a thousand years. Your responsibilities are greater than any of us. We are waiting for the younger generation. How can you be rude when you see the patriarch?" Zi Taiyuan Respectfully said.

It is true that the Ziyun Sword Saint did not fulfill the responsibility of the ancestor of many clans. After founding the Ziguangmen, finding the dragon energy, setting up the Zixia Dragon Martial Formation, and leaving behind a piece of Zidian Thunder Art and a ray of soul, he has already He left without a trace, and has not returned until today.

It has been [-] years since the patriarch left, during which time he never returned to the sect, and most of them have died of life and have sat outside.

"Don't worry so much about the complicated etiquette in the secular world." Ziyun Sword Master seemed to have attained the Tao, seeing through the world of mortals, and there was an ethereal charm between the lines.

"You seem to be in a decisive battle with the Shadow Tower, no wonder you sacrificed my soul." Ziyun Sword Master scanned the surroundings, seeing the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood below, but he did not feel the slightest fluctuation.

"I implore the patriarch to save that corpse repairer." Zi Taiyuan said.

The Ziyun Sword Master looked at Yuan Xiaozi, his eyes naturally flowing with reason, slightly surprised: "Cultivate against the sky, go against the way of heaven, and successfully prove the way with a dead body, stepping into the realm of life and death, which is not common in this Qingyu. "

While speaking, he swept the whisk lightly with his hand, and a soft yet brilliant purple light flowed through, which instantly wiped out Jing Wuying's power and saved Yuan Xiaozi's life, calmly and without any effort.

The faces of the people in the Shadow Building changed. The Ziguangmen Patriarch's strength seems to be not weaker than their Patriarchs. Now that the background of both sects is revealed, the battle of the rest is not important. The key lies in the patriarch of the double sect!
At this moment, the people of the two sects had a tacit understanding not to speak, nor to confront each other. They watched quietly from the sidelines. Everyone was very nervous. If the patriarch of one side was defeated, it would represent which sect would be defeated. Being destroyed, this price, the Shuangzong can't afford it
"Ziyun, we meet again after a thousand years of absence." Jing Wuying didn't continue to kill Yuan Xiaozi, the other party was nothing more than that in his eyes, and it didn't matter whether he killed Yuan Xiaozi or not.

His eyes fell on Ziyun Sword Saint, his eyes narrowed slightly, with a cold light beating.

(End of this chapter)