"No... impossible, absolutely impossible!" She said in her heart, and her breath suddenly became disordered and violent.

Three thousand years ago, she obviously killed her master with her own hands...

How could Master be resurrected from the dead and descend to her Qingqiu Holy Land?

It must be because she heard it wrong or felt it wrong, it must be like this!

The elder Yang Lin of the Sword Cave Pavilion opened his eyes, which had been slightly narrowed, suddenly, and there was a deep horror in his bottomless eyes.

Almost at the same time, an incredible guess emerged in his mind: "Is it... the sword demon saint who came three thousand years ago?"

This breath is unforgettable.

But didn’t the Sword Demon Saint fall accidentally three thousand years ago?

Why did today suddenly come?

He remembered it very clearly that about three thousand years ago, a demon who was able to forge swordsmanship suddenly appeared in the Yicheng City with a magical swordsmanship and unparalleled swordsmanship. He was extremely charming!

This demon against the heavens showed a strong crushing posture as soon as he appeared. In a short period of time, he not only swept across the entire sword-making sect and forces in Yicheng with his sword-making skills, but also defeated the major sects with the power of one sword and achieved a peerless reputation.

Even in the territory of Yanhuang Kingdom, the Sword Demon Saint is famous and has trampled the entire young generation of Yanhuang Kingdom under his feet.

Where does this Sword Demon Saint come from, what sect, what power is behind it, and how strong is it, everyone knows nothing, just like a mystery.

But it is rumored that the Sword Demon Saint once defeated the powerful emperor with one sword.

For a time, the name of the Sword Demon Saint became a nightmare for all young generation warriors, and was also a god that could never be surpassed.

Three thousand years ago, Yang Lin was still a sword-casting master who had not yet started, and his strength was even worse. He must be more than a hundred thousand miles away from a demonic strong man like the Demon Sword Saint.

By chance, the sword demon goddess came to Zhujian Pavilion. He was fortunate to admire the peerless style of this ignorant woman from afar.

At that time, it was this aura.

In his memory, he subconsciously glanced at Zhou Qingmei beside him, and a hint of doubt and thought appeared in his eyes, "Is there something else that the fall of the Sword Demon Saint three thousand years ago?"

"Or... Someone pretended to be the reputation of the Sword Demon Saint, came to Qingqiu Holy Land to attract attention and gain benefits?"

"But it's still wrong. If it's true, it would be fine. But if it's fake, then the Lord of Qingqiu will never let it go. The Sword Demon Saint is her master, how can he allow others to insult?"

“…”

Countless speculations popped up in his mind, but they were ultimately unsure, so he decided to wait and see.

Su Jingtian, the descendant of the Holy Spirit Sect, who was already sitting on the dragon chariot, also had a hint of interest on the corner of his mouth.

Although he was not born three thousand years ago, he naturally heard of the reputation of the Sword Demon Saint. There was no way. The old guys in the sect insisted on remembering it, saying that he was afraid that he would suffer losses.

To put it bluntly, it was clearly a fear, and he was a little distracted.

As for those countless sword cultivators and sword-casters who watched the fun, they all looked different and thoughtful after they came to their senses.

Swish swish swish swish!

But surprisingly unanimously, they all turned their eyes to the sky above the square, looking forward to the arrival of the master.

Accompanied by a trembling aura and thousands of golden lights, a woman wearing a white dress with a beautiful face, tall and perfect figure, cold temperament, and showing her righteousness all over her body stepped out of the void in one step.

The woman looked down at the square below, and her majestic and sacred aura filled her body, as if she was above all sentient beings, like a mysterious woman in the Nine Heavens.

Although she did not apply any makeup and had no ornaments, her appearance seemed to have become the most dazzling existence in the entire world, and even the world was a little bit disgraceful.

At this time,

"Disciple Xuanyuan Qingling, pay homage to Master!" After seeing the woman in white descending above the sky, Xuanyuan Qingling trembled all over and bowed without hesitation, with sincere respect, joy and excitement in her expression.

"Well, there is no need to be polite." Xuanyuan Qingtian raised his jade hand in the void, and an invisible soft force floated out, gently lifting Xuanyuan Qingling up.

Then, she moved her gaze to Zhou Qingmei below, and a hint of coldness gradually appeared in her eyes.

"Rebel!!"

"After three thousand years, are you so enlarged that you don't even take your master seriously?"

"Don't you kneel down and confess your guilt?"

Xuanyuan Qingtian said in a cold voice.

At the same time, she released a sharp and domineering aura, instantly forming a terrifying aura that swept across the entire world.

This momentum directly stirred up the wind and clouds, stirring up a series of blade-like strong winds, and quickly split the void.

During this period of time in the Divine Sword Sect, her strength has been going thousands of miles a day. Through the dual cultivation of [Qiankun Divine Decision] with Lin Feng, she even broke through from the small holy realm to the Great Holy realm. She was only a little short of her ability to enter the extreme saint realm and become the strongest person under the imperial realm.

Zhou Qingmei originally thought that she had sensed it wrong and had hallucinations in her ears, so she didn't believe that the master would be resurrected from the dead.

However, when she saw the figure descending on the square, she couldn't help but tremble suddenly, and the depths of her eyes were filled with horror and disbelief, and even her eyes were trembling.

"This... how is this possible?" She exclaimed in her heart, her scalp numb, and her mind roared as if she was struck by lightning. She instantly lost her mind and even instinctively rubbed her eyes hard.

Moreover, amid Xuanyuan Qingtian's cold shout, she almost couldn't help but kowtow and confess.

At this moment, she finally knew why Xuanyuan Qingling called her senior sister.

She vaguely remembered that the master accepted a registered disciple three thousand years ago, but she had never shown her face or disclosed her name. She had only heard of it. She once thought that this junior sister did not exist at all.

However, she never expected that this junior sister not only really existed, but also found the Qingqiu Holy Land and slapped her in the face today.

This is clearly a bare humiliation and ridicule of her.

A registered disciple whom the master pointed out at will, and defeated her carefully trained personal disciple in a crushing manner. What is this not humiliation or ridicule?

Doesn’t it mean... even if she is given a thousand years, she will not be able to catch up with the master?

Yang Lin, the elder of Zhujian Pavilion, stared at the peerless figure in the sky, his mouth widened and wider, his eyes almost glared out of his eyes, and even forgot his breathing.

Oh my God?

Is this really the splendid sword demon saint?

Three thousand years ago, he had the honor to admire the peerless style of the Sword Demon Saint from afar. Although it has been three thousand years since then, he has become the famous elder of the Zhujian Pavilion, the Sword Demon Saint is still the insurmountable Heaven-Sharing Sword Sword.
Chapter completed!