Chiganzun's voice sounded, his tone full of murderous intent, reaching the ears of millions of disciples of Taixuan Sect.

At the edge of the sky patching platform, Ye Lan was standing in a corner with a group of law enforcement disciples. She looked up and saw thunderclouds rolling in the sky, which was so oppressive.

She could feel Chiganzun approaching, and the terrifying pressure was getting stronger and stronger.

She couldn't help but squeeze the Bai Ling Sword in her hand.

There are thousands of monks on the Butian Platform, but only a few of them are still meditating calmly.

Sword madman Han Ming had already returned to the court. Zuo Lin stood beside his father Zuo Yijian and asked nervously: "Father, aren't we leaving yet?"

Zuo Yijian held Fengshen Yanyi and said calmly: "Where can we go?"

"But……"

"Believe in Fudao Sword Master."

Listening to his father's words, Zuo Lin wanted to scold him, "Do you believe in the romance of the gods?"

He really wanted to tear the Fengshen Yanyi in Zuo Yijian's hand into pieces.

Gu An, who is far away in the Third Medicine Valley, has covered the outer city with his spiritual consciousness, and his spiritual consciousness has locked onto one person.

The decision is yours!

Zuo Yijian seemed to feel Zuo Lin's anger. He turned to the next page and said: "Lin'er, don't be anxious when things happen. Sword cultivators should always be calm..."

At this moment, a sword placed next to him began to tremble, attracting his attention.

A vast sword intention leaked out from the sword, making Zuo Yijian moved.

"This is……"

Zuo Yijian was so excited that he was shaking all over, and he had forgotten all about educating his son.

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