Once upon a time there was a sword-questioner

Chapter 372 Evil Dao Secret Technique
In Chaoling Valley, only Bian Lingquan can suppress Bei Zhilan, no matter in terms of realm or seniority.

But he was hurt.

A few rays of light passed over the mountains on the sea and fell to the peak, and the powerful aura was undoubtedly revealed. It was the few strong men in the phaseless realm who were listening to Chaoling Valley.

They stared at the child in the wheelchair, their eyes gradually turning cold.

When Hai Qing'er said those words, everyone present was shocked. They didn't know if they felt the changes in the atmosphere of heaven and earth. Several phaseless realm powerhouses from Chao Ling Valley also appeared one after another.

The junior master uncles she refers to are the junior senior uncles of Bian Lingquan and Bei Zhilan, as well as the junior senior uncles of other strong men in the phaseless realm.

But there was obviously a child in the wheelchair, although it was a bit weird, and I heard that Chao Linggu's little uncle had passed away many years ago.

Bei Zhilan said calmly: "He is the little uncle, real Milong."

Although he had been prepared for a long time, when he said those four words, some experienced and powerful people present gasped.

This name once resounded throughout the Kunlun world, older than the Sword Master, but equally resounding.

"Senior Brother Bei, what are you talking about? How can you offend my junior uncle's majesty!"

The one who spoke was Ting Chao Linggu, a strong man in the Formless Realm named Kong Xian, with thick eyebrows like black fish in the sea.

Bei Zhilan looked at the black whale mark on the child's forehead, and said, "Everything else can be faked, but the whale god mark can be faked?"

Kong Xian fell silent, still full of anger.

The rest of the Phaseless Realm powerhouses also looked at each other in blank dismay. The aura emanating from the child's forehead was indeed from the Whale God pattern, authentic and pure.

Among the seven true talismans of Chaoling Valley, the whale talisman is the most mysterious and weirdest. It has been lost for many years, and no one would have thought that it would appear in this way.

Hai Qing'er suddenly said: "My uncle has passed away many years ago, if what you said is true, why did he become like this?"

The child's pupils were glowing with the aura of the seal, but there was still no expression.

Bei Zhilan's eyes swept over Kong Xian and other strong men who listened to Chaoling Valley, then over the practitioners of various sects, and finally fell on Hai Qing'er, and said: "I want to know how the old man survived , I think we should find out how he died first, right?"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of very few people became inexplicably exciting.

There was a deep chill in Kong Xian's eyes.

Hai Qing'er said: "Everyone knows that my little master uncle failed to attack the Taiqing Realm, and his foundation was completely destroyed and he died."

When Bei Zhilan heard the words, he suddenly laughed. Although the laughter was extremely gentle, it had a hint of being colder than the bottom of the sea.

He said: "Everyone knows it? Have the world seen it with their own eyes, and have you ever seen it with your own eyes?"

Hai Qing'er was speechless for a moment. The little master's uncle was once a top genius in the Kunlun world. He had great hope of breaking through to the Taiqing realm. However, he died with hatred while in seclusion. This is an indisputable fact that everyone knows.

But no one saw it with their own eyes.

There are many things in the world, even if you see them with your own eyes, they may not be true, let alone things that are only passed down through words.

Kong Xian said: "What do you mean?"

Bei Zhilan said indifferently: "At that time, the little uncle was indeed on the verge of falling, but it was not because he failed to attack the Taiqing Realm, but because someone shot him at a critical moment."

Kong Xian's pupils shrank suddenly and he said in horror: "Who dares and who can take action against this old man?"

Bei Zhilan took a deep breath and sneered: "The previous Valley Master was the senior brother of my junior uncle. With his talent and realm, he was the most promising to inherit the position of Valley Master. Do you think his death was... coincide?"

Kong Xian was startled, and then angrily shouted: "Brother Bei, stop talking nonsense, this is disrespectful!"

Many people have one thing in mind.

Countless disciples who listened to Chao Linggu also reacted.

Those who wished for the death of Master Milong were the contenders for the position of Valley Master, referring to Bian Lingquan, the Valley Master's disciple who had suddenly risen to prominence at that time.

Although he is the direct disciple of the former Valley Master, he is not well received, and Milong's performance is so good that the senior brother who is the Valley Master also takes a special fancy to this junior brother.

As for whether Bian Lingquan has ambitions to compete for the position of Valley Master, or whether he was promoted to a high position by others, it is unknown.

Bei Zhilan said: "Whether it's nonsense, can I just ask my little uncle to say no?"

After speaking, he bowed deeply to the child in the wheelchair.

Kong Xian said: "You can't even prove his identity. How can you prove that what he said is true."

Bei Zhilan calmly turned around and looked at a certain place, where the Yunjian Sect members were sitting. Sitting on the big chair in front was an old man with white beard and hair who looked like an immortal.

He is the highest-ranking person in the Yunjian Sect and the elder of the sect leader You Dongjie.

It was only then that people realized that he and Master Milong were of the same generation and had a deep friendship.

From beginning to end, he never spoke, and kept staring quietly at the child in the wheelchair, his expression unchanged.

"Senior Zhong, what do you think?" Bei Zhilan said.

Zhong Yue, the only surviving strongman of the previous generation of Yunjianzong, is also one of the rare strongmen of the previous generation in the Kunlun world.

He was still staring at the child in the wheelchair, to be exact, those eyes filled with the aura of the sigil, even the whale charm was ignored.

All eyes fell on him.

Bei Zhilan's eyes were calm, as if everything was well understood.

At a certain moment, Zhong Yue finally said: "Yes, he is Milon."

There was an uproar in the field, in the current Kunlun world, apart from Zhong Yue, the person who knows the real Milong best, there is no other person, he said yes.

"But isn't he already dead? Why is he like this again?" Lingluan Zhenshan asked.

Zhong Yue still said calmly: "Those eyes belong to him, they should be... Duoshe."

"Seize the house..."

Countless people gasped. Why did Master Milong use such extreme means to steal a child's wisdom in order to be reborn? Could it be that his death was really involved in the battle for the position in Tingchao Linggu.

It was quiet for a long time in the cloud and mist, and suddenly there was a sound of a sense of openness.

Like a thunderbolt in the sky.

Like a strong wind in the valley.

It's like the howling of evil spirits in the depths of hell.

In the wheelchair, the child who had always been like a mummy finally spoke.

"Old friend, after countless years, you are still the only one who recognizes me."

In the body of a young child lives an extremely old soul, with a voice unlike any other in the world.

Everyone was instantly quiet as if struck by lightning, except Bei Zhilan and Zhong Yue.

Zhong Yue said with a faint smile: "I don't recognize you anymore, and I'm afraid no one in this world will recognize you."

"Master...Uncle Master, is it really you?"

Kong Xian and the others trembled when they heard Elder Chao Linggu's voice, as if they couldn't believe what happened before them.

The child said: "Why, Ah Xian, you don't recognize me anymore?"

Kong Xian's face changed in shock, and he immediately knelt down on the ground and said loudly: "Unfilial disciple Kong Xian, pay homage to my little uncle."

The rest of the elders knelt down one after another.

Countless disciples who listened to Chao Ling Valley knelt down like a sea wave, and at the same time there was a thunderous sound.

"Disciple pays homage to Master Uncle!"

A happy smile appeared on the child's face, looking at his next generation and the next generation's disciples, like a true ruler.

He is a child, and he is also Milon.

Wu Cangyu, Li Xian and others were shocked and frightened, and remained silent.

Zhong Yue suppressed the smile on his face, and looked up into the depths of the cloud.

"You're a very talented girl."

Milong looked at Hai Qing'er, she was the only Chao Linggu disciple who didn't kneel down, she was still holding the Seven Talisman Order in her hand, she was calm and natural.

She said: "If you are the uncle of the master, even if you use the evil secret method to win the house and be reborn, as the new valley owner, I will support it, but who can prove that you are the uncle of the master? Is it only based on the words of Senior Zhong?"

Zhong Yue's complexion finally changed slightly, and he couldn't help but take another look at the woman.

"Ha ha."

Milong laughed softly and said, "You stubborn baby, you and my uncles have already recognized my identity, what are you still doubting?"

As he spoke, his eyes swept over Kong Xian and others who were still kneeling devoutly, softly and calmly.

Hai Qing'er was silent for a while, but she looked at Zhong Yue and said, "Senior Zhong, what do you think?"

Her question is tantamount to superfluous.

But Zhong Yue's next words made everyone's expressions change again.

He stared into Milong's eyes and said, "It turns out that you have really become a lackey of the ghost world."

(End of this chapter)