Nine Realms Sword Master

Yijian Temple.

After the elder took over as the head, Ruyue Zunjian retired to the side hall, surrendering power, and let Feng Buling take charge of everything in the sect.

It's just that the situation of Tiangong is not good.

Since Bai Ye left the Tiangong, the Tiangong has been in a closed state, and disciples are strictly prohibited from entering and leaving. All the supplies in the sect are used as inventory, but obviously there are not many.

Every day, disciples leave and switch to other sects.

The power of Tiangong is constantly being weakened.

Because of White Night, Yan Qiuyue has been mentioned as the deputy palace lord of the Tiangong, but she is obviously not interested in the life and life of the Tiangong. She retreats every day and only takes action when it is a critical moment.

Tie Wanqing discussed the future of Tiangong with other elite disciples of the sect.

"Brother Qingtian is back!!!"

At this moment, the voice spread, and it appeared particularly loud in the silent Yijian Tiangong.

A large number of disciples immediately ran out of the room, all looking towards the gate of the mountain.

But I saw a figure walking towards this place supported by several disciples.

The visitor was extremely embarrassed, ragged, with disheveled hair, and his body was covered with scars. There is no doubt that he must have avoided a chase just now...

Seeing this scene, the hearts of many disciples sank a little, and their expressions fell down.

Every time a disciple who goes out is either killed or chased, this is the pressure of other sects on the Yijian Heavenly Palace!

At this time, I saw a group of people walking quickly toward this side, the head of the former three elders of the law enforcement department! Now he has begun to perform the duties of the great elder, the sect is damaged, everything needs to be rebuilt, and many positions have changed.

"I have seen the three elders!" People clasped their fists and bowed.

"Don't be polite." The third elder nodded, stared at Qingtian, and asked in a deep voice, "Qingtian, how are things going?"

Embarrassed, Qingtian took the pill that was handed by the disciple next to him, put it in his mouth for a few breaths, shook his head and said, "Sorry, elder, Qingtian has failed the sect's expectations and failed to complete the mission... Cooperating with my Tiangong, I... I can only return with regret. I met those strong men in the middle of the day. They fought for a while. They were beyond the strength and could only flee in a hurry..."

Although everyone had guessed that this would be the result, after hearing it from Qingtian, everyone still felt very sorry.

"Qingtian, you have done your best. You are not to blame for this. Now our Yijian Tiangong is already a piece of fat in the Guanglan area. All clan forces are weakening our strength, depriving and absorbing our disciples, and intending to destroy us Divide, devour, it is indeed unrealistic to let you go out for help at this time." The third elder sighed and shook his head slightly.

"Elder, I am incompetent!" Qingtian whispered.

The elder is silent.

But several disciples couldn't bear it anymore, and they rushed over to surround the elders.

"Elder, our cultivation materials are not enough. Recently, our cultivation base has been increasing slowly. When will we continue to grow like this!"

"I can't increase my cultivation base, let alone defend the sect!"

"Elder, no other clan forces are willing to help us now. Our Heavenly Palace is already a target of public criticism in this area! What should we do now?"

"Are we isolated, elder?"

"Elder, what is the countermeasure on the Palace Master?"

Everyone was anxious, everyone eagerly wanted to know the Zongmen's countermeasures, and wanted to know the Zongmen and whether he had a future.

The Third Elder looked at the people around him indifferently, his expression changed, his eyes were full of complexity.

I don’t know how long it took, he sighed and said lightly: “Don’t worry, the main task of the sect is to protect your personal safety. Yesterday, we have held a meeting with the palace lord and them. So far we have done the best Bad plan!"

"worst plans?"

Tie Wanqing, Dui, Ayu and others in the crowd walked up, Tie Wanqing and Liu frowned: "What do the three elders mean?"

"It's what you care most about... the future of the sect!" The three elders looked extremely serious and whispered.

When these words fell, many people's hearts immediately jumped.

Some thoughtful people have vaguely guessed one or two...

The third elder didn't seem to intend to continue speaking anymore, turned around and left.

"Send the elder respectfully." A sparse voice came out.

But more people care about what the three elders said.

Some people fell into deep thought, their faces very solemn.

"Senior Sister Tie, what do you think is the worst plan the Third Elder said?" someone couldn't help asking.

"The worst plan? Is it to say that we are to die with those clan forces?" Another person said with a look of horror.

Tie Wanqing was silent.

"No, how could the Zongmen do such a stupid act? If you really do this, the elders have made this decision. In my opinion, the Zongmen is very likely to compromise."

"Compromise? Compromise what?"

"Perhaps it is to hand over the treasures such as the classics of the sect..."

"Is it just this?"

"It may be far from that."

The disciples whispered and talked.

The scene seemed very noisy.

No one has an accurate statement.

Only at this moment, a voice in the corner broke everyone's discussion.

"This time, Tiangong can't stand it!"

The sound was not loud, it was a sigh, but it seemed particularly harsh at this moment.

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound, only to realize that it was the chief disciple of Tiangong, Yinghua Sword!

No one knows when the Yinghua sword will arrive.

"Brother Ying!!"

"Brother Ying is here??"

"Meet Brother Ying!!"

The crowd hurriedly made salutes.

"You don't have to be polite." Yinghua Jian smiled bitterly and said calmly: "I hope that in the future, when you see me, you can call me Brother Ying..."

Words are full of helplessness.

"What does Brother Ying mean by this?" Tie Wanqing and Qingtian hurriedly asked.

I saw Yinghua's sword staggered, and his lips whispered slightly. After a long time, he spoke slowly.

"Tiangong... probably will soon cease to exist..."

"No longer exists?"

Everyone was dumbfounded when they heard this, looking at him in a daze, no one could make a sound for a long time.

Yinghua Jian looked at everyone quietly, and whispered: "Zongmen is a sect after all, so it won’t be considered for us... Now the sect is no longer able to fight against other clan forces, so, elders and even the palace masters Mostly they will avoid the sword soldiers and prevent us from being slaughtered again. If I guess it is right... the palace lord is afraid that he will compromise... the Yijian Tiangong will disband on its own... to save you! "

The words fell to the ground, and everyone on the scene was struck by lightning...