One sword emperor in Zhongzhou Baizhan Jian Pavilion, two sword emperors, and three sword kings. Wannianhong, as one of the three sword kings, died in the Northern Region and was even plotted for three thousand years. If there were no plans behind this, no one would believe it.

"Don't you know what happened next?" Su Shangzhu said indifferently: "When the Northern Region and Zhongzhou fought, Daxue Mountain has not recovered for 100,000 years."

Millions of sword cultivators conquer the Northern Region, and only 30% of them finally returned.

This battle made the Northern Region completely recognize itself.

Zhao Yang narrowed his eyes, trying to see something from Su Shangzhu's face.

Unfortunately, he couldn't find the answer.

He did not believe that the war between Zhongzhou and the Northern Region was only caused by this incident.

"Now you understand, my sword is hidden. If it is on my back, the hatred between the Northern Region and Zhongzhou will follow you. Unless your soul is extremely powerful, your soul will collapse instantly." Su Shangzhu looked at the red sword in Zhao Yang's hand and stretched out his hand.

The practitioners pursue a clear idea. Su Shangzhu was responsible for the fuse between the sword cultivators in Zhongzhou and the Northern Region. The long sword in his hand was a magic sword that steals people's talent. Most people really dare not get involved in such a great resentment.

Just as Su Shangzhu said, the younger disciples who came to search for the sword were not strong enough and could not bear it at all.

Just like before, when I saw the broken sword in it when I opened the wooden box in front of the tomb, if I had not been firm in my mind, the contrast to my own understanding would cause damage to my soul.

"I am still confident in the power of the soul." Zhao Yang smiled softly, and did not hand over the sword back, but raised his hand to insert the sword into the sword box behind him.

"warehouse--"

The sword entered the box, and the spiritual light converged, and a blood-red aura suddenly pressed over Zhao Yang's head.

He frowned slightly, feeling the endless scene of killing appear in his mind, and then it disappeared.

That's all.

"Haha, I didn't expect that this guy was just a monster. I suspect he might be reborn by some powerful person." The crazy laughter of the fire sounded in the sword box behind Zhao Yang.

"Xiao Su, don't bear too much, everything in the world is determined." Another voice sounded, attracting a lot of echoes.

"That's right, now that I've entered the sword box, I'll hand it over to that kid."

Liehuo's words made Zhao Yang grin, what does it mean to leave it to himself? Do you know how bad things in the Northern Region are?

Thinking of the Northern Region, he quickly sat cross-legged and sank his mind into the game world.

"You guy is here. When you are not here in these days, the Xizhou, the Northern Region, and the Tianxia Pavilion are all in chaos." As soon as you entered the Illusion Hall, the dissatisfied ancestor came.

"What's the situation?" Zhao Yang himself did not expect that he would have been delayed for so long without feeling in the sword tomb. He was just another place, Xizhou, especially Qingyun Sect, would make him regret it.

The ancestor Tianhong also knew the importance of it, so he quickly told Zhao Yang what happened outside.

On this side of the Northern Region, after Zhao Yang and his friends entered the sword tomb, the demon army besieged Daxue Mountain, and the human race formed a formation to fight. Dalun Mingwang Temple, the remnants of the Dark Night Demon Sect and the sword cultivator formed a coalition.

The sword formation method of the Frost and Snow Sword Academy was quickly promoted, and Xiao Zhuge was in charge of command and fought with the demon clan and the spiritual demon clan.

Both sides know that the key to victory or defeat lies in the sword tomb, so it is still peaceful at the moment.

The situation in the war in Xizhou is completely different. The human race has declined and cannot last long.

The War Soul Palace could not withstand the retreat and was in training. On the one hand, it also had to cooperate with Changhe County to resist the raid of the Demon Clan and the Soul Refining Sect.

Lingyun Sword Sect preserved its strength and only sent a small number of sword cultivators to Qingyun Sect, and there were few real masters.

The Tianhuo Sect has declined and has no time to take care of itself. The army that was originally planning to support the Qingyun Sect was blocked and suffered heavy losses.

For some reason, the Phantom Spirit Sect and the West Yue also kept their own territory, and the masters were missing.

The Changli Dao Sect, the strongest in Xizhou, is even more inextricable, and it is completely unrelated to one's own affairs.

The only one who fought bloody battle with the demon clan was Zuo Ling'er who led his army to the bank of the Lancang River.

When Zhao Yang heard that Zuo Ling'er was fighting on his behalf, he wanted to go to Xizhou immediately. What happened to the elder of the Tianxuan Sword Sect? He didn't stop him?

"That little girl is an independent girl. I'm afraid that you can persuade her. If you are not here, she will fight to the death for your reputation." Old Ancestor Tianhong said with a sigh.

Zhao Yang nodded. With his understanding of Zuo Ling'er, she would not back down unless she came forward to resolve the crisis in Xizhou.

However, Zhao Yang could not solve the situation in Xizhou at this time. Not to mention that he was trapped in the Northern Region, even if he is in Xizhou now, he would not be able to control the situation of the war.

The source of the problem in Xizhou is in Zhongzhou.

"The Tianxia Pavilion is not at peace, and it has been targeted." When talking about Zhongzhou, the ancestor Tianhong frowned and told the news from Wu Mingshuo and others.

"It seems that we want these guys to see the foundation of Tianxia Pavilion." Zhao Yang sneered on his face, and his divine thoughts moved. After a moment, Wu Mingshuo and Yu Youren appeared.

"grown ups!"

Both of them were very surprised when they saw Zhao Yang.

"Tell me, who is going to cause trouble for Tianxia Pavilion?" Zhao Yang waved his hand and spoke directly.

"Sir, judging from the news summarized by the world, it should be the first to take the lead in the Longevity Dao of the Third-grade Taoist Sect in Zhongzhou." Yu Youren bowed to Zhao Yang and whispered.

The Way of Eternal Life?

Zhao Yang's expression remained unchanged, but the ancestor Tianhong next to him was shocked and said, "But the forces behind Changli Dao Sect?"

"The ancestor is indeed wise. The Changli Taoist Sect has long been in contact with the Changsheng Taoist, and many spiritual objects in the West have also been transmitted. This time, our Tianxia Pavilion disrupted their plans, causing them to attack us." Wu Mingshuo said with a fist when he heard the words of the ancestor Tianhong.

"What are their plans?" Zhao Yang looked at the two of them and said.

Wu Mingshuo and Yu Youren shook their heads.

Whether it is Tianxia Pavilion or Tianxia Braised, the secret information can be investigated, but there is no way to understand such a large sect’s secret matter.

Wu Mingshuo and Yu Youren have been informed of the fact that Tianxia Pavilion has been repeatedly provoked recently.

Tianxia Pavilion is a little better, but someone is looking for trouble openly and secretly, but he doesn't dare to do anything. Tianxia Zhuo has already been smashed several stores.

"All branches release tasks and recruit practitioners to the path of eternal life. They say that the Tianxia Pavilion wants to give an explanation to the path of eternal life." Zhao Yang snorted coldly and said in a deep voice.

Want to explain to the Tao of Eternity?

Wu Mingshuo and his two expressions froze.

That is a third-grade sect. Even if it is Zhongzhou and the Hidden Sect, they are still the overlord of time!

"Tell them, I just let them see how the Dao of Changsheng surrenders, and they don't need to take action." Zhao Yang said in a mysterious way.

Wu Mingshuo and Yu Youren nodded in conviction and bowed away.

Seeing them leaving, Zhao Yang waved his hand and the hall surrounded by mist appeared in front of him.

"Teacher, senior brother?"

Zuo Ling'er, wearing golden armor, appeared in the hall, looking at Zhao Yang, with an incredible look on her face.

"This is the Hidden Immortal Society, which is a force formed by the most talented group of people in the world. Junior sister, you will be the God of War for me. Listen more and talk less."

Zhao Yang looked at Zuo Ling'er, who was covered in blood and whispered.

This is the only place where he can help Zuo Ling'er strategically.

Only by letting her see the greatness of the world can she get out.

"Master, you're here!"

"God of War, what's the war in Xizhou?"
Chapter completed!