After the sect was destroyed, the whole continent relied on me to ascend

Chapter 19 The Resurrected Spiritual Lord

Luo Jiuqiu knocked on the cup, and Zhang Zhi immediately stood up respectfully, bent down to pour tea, offered it with both hands, and said respectfully: "Master, please."

Next to her, Ling Shuangshuang was well-behaved, sitting upright, but her hands were not idle. She peeled the peanut shells diligently, kneaded the skins clean, put them into a clean small dish in front of Luo Jiuqiu, and said carefully: "Uncle, this peanut smells good." Crisp and delicious.”

Yong Huai's voice was hoarse, and he sat in a corner, gritting his teeth and scolding the Four Gods, Yuxu Sword Sect, and finally Yunfu.

Under the training of a certain young sect master, a certain junior brother didn't curse loudly and it didn't hurt his ears.

Luo Jiuqiu was happy to hear this, patted his junior brother on the shoulder, and encouraged: "I knew you had a future from the first time I saw you. There are tens of thousands of disciples in the inner sect, but no one is as capable as you to establish your own sect. Now, After 600 years of development, it has preserved thousands of troops for our sect, which I feel very relieved."

Yong Huai smiled shyly and said modestly: "Those are all talented senior brothers and sisters who died early, otherwise where would it be my turn?"

After saying that, he started to gnash his teeth and curse Yun Fu: "This guy is wolf-hearted, ruthless, despicable, and heartless. He shouldn't be called Nine Kills, he should be called Nine Dogs!"

"Hahaha! That's a good scolding!" Luo Jiuqiu slapped the table and laughed, his eyes widening with laughter.

Ling Shuangshuang and Zhang Zhi shivered even more.

"boom!"

At this time, there was a loud noise, and the gauze curtain was blown away by the sword energy. A group of decorated warriors in white clothes embroidered with sword patterns jumped in. They all drew their swords out of their sheaths, with deep anger and disgust in their eyes.

The leader pointed his sword at Yong Huai, who was still scolding Yong Huai, and shouted loudly: "Old boy, you have eaten the courage of a bear and dared to insult my ancestor of the Yuxu Sword Sect. You are seeking death!"

After saying that, his sleeves shook and his sword energy flew everywhere.

The elegant room collapsed instantly, sawdust flew, the whole restaurant trembled, and the crowd made a noise.

The mortals screamed and ran away, while the monks stood aside and watched the fun with arms folded.

After all, Yong Huai was born in the Moon Worshiping Sect. Although his talent was not very good, he was more successful because he lived a long time and was willing to study hard. In order to take revenge, he had practiced hard over the years, and he could easily deal with several young disciples of the Yuxu Sword Sect.

Luo Jiuqiu sat firmly in her seat, drinking tea and eating peanuts, and taking the opportunity to see if her junior brother, whom she had not seen for 600 years, had made any progress.

Yong Huai was good at using two bows. He held a flaming red giant bow in his left hand and another giant bow with the same appearance but as black as ink in his right hand. He opened the bow left and right, guided by his spiritual energy. When he pulled it, thousands of arrows shot out in unison, which was very gorgeous.

The monks in Jingxuan Continent are revered, and they are divided into nine levels according to the depth of their cultivation, namely Spirit Master, Spirit Master, Spirit Master, Great Spirit Master, Spirit Sect, Spirit Emperor, Spirit Lord, Spirit Saint, and Spirit Emperor.Above the Spiritual Emperor, one can ascend to become an immortal god.However, in the Jingxuan Continent now, there are no immortals and gods, and the strongest one is the Ling Emperor.

Spirit Emperors are also divided into strong and weak ones. There are only a handful of Spirit Emperors in the entire continent, and the strongest among them is Yun Fu, the ancestor of the Yuxu Sword Sect.

Luo Jiuqiu was the Spirit Emperor before his death, but after his death his cultivation soared to the Spirit Lord level.

Yong Huai had been practicing for hundreds of years and had just been promoted to the Spiritual Emperor some time ago. He opened his bow from left to right and blasted the restaurant under his feet into pieces like a meteor burst.

A group of Yuxu Sword Sect disciples were no more than small spiritual masters, and they were repulsed by Yong Huai as soon as they met.

When Yong Huai met his senior sister again, he deliberately showed off his arrows but did not kill people. He wanted to show off his martial arts skills and did all kinds of exaggerated moves for free.

Luo Jiuqiu looked funny, and the coldness in his eyes faded a lot.

She was sitting aside to watch the one-sided beating, with Zhang Zhi shaking her fan and Ling Shuangshuang hanging her shoulders diligently.

Within a hundred miles of this place, only the bench she was sitting on was safe and sound.

Suddenly, there was a strange movement in the wind, and Luo Jiuqiu stared.

Yong Huai turned to one side and arched his back to block the sudden sharp sword attack.

Chu Zhiyi jumped out of the void, his sword shining brightly, roaring and slashing at the same time, very sharp.

"Yonghuai old man, are you deceiving me that there is no one in the Yuxu Sword Sect?!" Chu Zhiyi, as the leader of the four elders of the Yuxu Sword Sect, has been in the spiritual realm for many years. He has advanced cultivation and is very cruel with his attacks. He defeated Yonghuai and retreated steadily.

Seeing blood pouring from the side of Yong Huai's neck, a folding fan struck through the air.

The small folding fan was as heavy as a stone, and it suddenly hit the edge of the sword, causing Chu Zhiyi to take three steps back.

Luo Jiuqiu dodged forward, using the black mist to split Chu Zhiyi's sword with one strike, and kicked him away.

Luo Jiuqiu said: "Then you think I have no one in the Moon Worship Sect?"

Chu Zhiyi spat out a mouthful of blood, bared his teeth and said, "Oh, so this old man Yonghuai is from the Moon Worship Sect? Aren't all the people from the Moon Worship Sect dead?"

Luo Jiuqiu sneered and replied: "Thanks to your ancestors... I am not dead from the Moon Worshiping Sect. There are still two people alive."

Chu Zhiyi didn't understand what Luo Jiuqiu's subtle pause meant. At the moment, he just felt that this witch was very strange.

600 years ago, Luo Jiuqiu was a junior. Even though he was extremely talented, when he became famous, he cultivated to Lingzong at the age of 17 and became famous all over the world.I didn't expect that in just a few years, I would become the Spiritual Emperor.If ordinary people want to change from Lingzong to Linghuang, it will take hundreds or even thousands of years.He was rumored to be dead after that, but now he is alive inexplicably, and he can still defeat him, a senior spiritual master.

Chu Zhiyi said suspiciously: "You are not really a ghost crawling out of the underworld, are you?"

Otherwise why would it be so weird.

Luo Jiuqiu sneered and had murderous intentions.

Although Yong Huai is stupid, he is the only living member of the Moon Worshiping Sect.She defends her shortcomings, has a changeable temperament, is not a good person, and does not like others to hit her.

Yong Huai belonged to the Moon Worshiping Sect, and she, Luo Jiuqiu, was the planned next head of the Moon Worshiping Sect, and everything belonging to the Moon Worshiping Sect belonged to her.

Layers of black mist formed around Luo Jiuqiu, the ferocious beast roared, and the mist wrapped around him.

Luo Jiuqiu slowly raised the knife and recited the formula silently.

The day suddenly changed, the scorching sun was quickly replaced by a crescent moon, and the stars were brilliant.

It's a strange sky, the light of the day is still there, but the crescent moon and the stars are shining out.

Invisible pressure is pressing down layer by layer, and a mutual repulsive force suddenly arises between the earth and the sky, suddenly pulling people up to the sky, and then pulling people down to the ground.

Many monks watching the theater held their heads and cried, vomiting blood, jumping in the air one second and rolling on the ground the next. They couldn't help themselves, their lungs hurt, and their bodies were about to be torn in half.

The disciples of Yuxu Sword Sect quickly formed a formation and moved closer, and were protected by the thirteen-fold formation thrown down by Chu Zhiyi.

Chu Zhiyi gritted his teeth, blood flowed through the gaps between his teeth, he was ferocious and warlike, and praised: "As expected of the enchantress of the Moon Worshiping Sect, the Moon Worshiping Mental Technique has gone a step further. Chu Zhiyi can learn from me!"

After saying that, Chu Zhiyi raised his sword and rushed forward.

In the blink of an eye, Luo Jiuqiu and Chu Zhiyi's figures flickered, their swords clashed, and they made hundreds of moves in an instant, refusing to give in to each other.

Chu Zhiyi became more frightened as he fought, and finally admitted that the reason why Luo Jiuqiu was able to get rid of Yuxu Sword Sect that day was because of his ancestor's inexplicable favoritism and inexplicable inaction of Sima Yong.

Yong Huai waved a flag from below and shouted: "Sister, come on, beat him to death!"

Zhang Zhi and Ling Shuangshuang looked at each other, smiled reservedly, waved their fists in the air, and joined their masters in shouting: "Master is mighty and invincible!"

The disciples of the Yuxu Sword Sect were not left behind and shouted one after another: "Great Elder, kill this witch!"

(End of this chapter)