Chapter 527 You need an invincible hand to get out of the cave!

Between the clouds and the sky, Yu Jian comes!

Through the scroll, everyone in the city of Shendu could see clearly that the sword light swept across hundreds of miles in length. At first glance, it looked like the thousands of miles of clouds, sea, wind and snow were divided into two by a sword!

The sword is majestic and powerful.

Even through the scroll, everyone who witnessed this scene was shocked.

"This is……"

In the city of Shendu, Long Yingchan was shocked. He looked at each other with Fang Sanyun and Taoist Yuanqing, but they both saw what the sword light in the scroll was:

"Changhong Yiqi Sword?"

"Yiqi Sword!"

In a guild hall somewhere in the city, Yan Tianxiong's pupils shrank and he looked at Master Thousand Eyes aside. The latter was pressing his chest, and the divine sword was trembling slightly.

"In the future, someone will kill Emperor Qian and take the Changhong Sword..."

The Thousand-Eyed Dharma Master smiled instead of being angry, as if he didn't care about the future projected in the Purple Qi scroll. He just glanced at Yan Tianxiong and disappeared into the guild hall.

"future……"

Looking at Wu Yingxing and others who were obviously much older in the image, Yan Tianxiong's eyes flashed and he followed them to the imperial city.

"boom!"

The sound of substantial wind and thunder explosions fell from the sky and spread far and wide.

"Flying with a sword, or Changhong Yiqi sword?"

On the observatory, Li Yuan raised his head and squinted his eyes. For a moment, he thought it was himself.

But as the sword light approached, he saw that the person coming with the sword, although wearing a Taoist robe, was not him.

Instead, he was a tall, handsome Taoist with white hair on his temples. He was enveloped by the light of a sword, came across the sky, and landed in front of the divine capital city in the scroll.

Huhu~

Amidst the howling wind and snow, the divine sword was returned to its sheath. The Taoist looked around, his eyes fell on the white scarves on the heads of the officials who had great luck, and he couldn't help but sigh:

"I'm late again."

This man's will was extremely strong, and his emotion revealed in a single sigh made the officials in front of the city gate become more sympathetic, and many of them even shed tears on the spot.

"Who is this?"

On the observatory, Emperor Qian looked at Wu Yingxing. The latter concentrated for a moment and shook his head:

"Never seen it before."

"Changhong Yiqi Sword..."

Emperor Qian frowned, a little surprised in his heart. From the strength of this man's sword, it could be seen that he must be a great master who had already broken the Tiangang and united the three elements into one.

Wu Yingxing knows nothing about this kind of person...

How many years into the future is this scene?

"Changhong Sword Master?"

Li Yuan frowned on the side. As far as he knew, the Changhong Sword was in the hands of the Thousand-Eyed Dharma Master, and he had deliberately used Zhou Ying's power to seize it. Could it be that he failed in the future?

After thinking about it, Li Yuan looked carefully, trying to find something from the scroll.

In front of the city gate in the painting, after hearing the Taoist sighing, Wu Yingxing, who was quite old-fashioned, reluctantly handed over his hand:

"Master Qi is determined."

The Universiade Emperor's beard and hair were white, and his breath was calm and thick. He took advantage of the situation and asked: "Qi Daxia said 'again', could it be..."

"His Majesty Qiandi is not the only one who is in trouble."

The Taoist sighed: "Changhong Sword Master Shen Qisheng, Qinglong Pavilion Master Tian Shezi, Dragon Tiger Taoist Master Long Xinglie, Taishang Elder Long Xixiang, Nie Xianshan, Yiqi Villa Yuanqing Zhenren, Xinyijiao Dading Zen Master

, the master of Samadhi Cave, Zhong Liran...

They were all poisoned by that man and died in the mountain gate!"

"What?!"

Inside and outside the painting, the expressions of those who heard this sentence changed greatly.

Especially the expressions of the people mentioned were extremely exciting.

"Am I dead?"

On the eaves of the restaurant, Tian Shezi's eyes were cold, and everyone present frowned. Finally, he looked at Long Yingchan, the only one whose name had not been called.

"..."

Long Yingchan was frowning and thinking, and when he noticed everyone's gaze, he felt speechless:

"What do you think I'm doing? I'm twenty or thirty years older than you. I'm afraid I've already died of old age when I previewed this..."

"Is this the purpose of the imperial court?"

Taoist Yuan Qing, who was also named, was very calm. He touched his chin and thought, but his eyes were wandering on the Taoist named Qi in the scroll.

But no matter how much he thought about it, he never thought that there was such a person in the world.

How many years later did the events in this painting take place?

"'Everyone was poisoned by that man', who is that man?"

Long Xixiang frowned. He had been paying attention to the person in the painting. It could be clearly seen that when 'that person' was mentioned, both Wu Yingxing and the Taoist named Qi had fear and fear in their eyes.

The two great masters actually didn't even dare to mention that person's name...

"Old Longtou, Senior Brother Long, and Old Taoist Nie are all dead?!"

On the observatory, Li Yuan was greatly shocked, and his eyes became dangerous. He glanced at the people on the stage, and all the officials of Universiade also frowned, looking surprised.

Finally, the eyes of several people fell on Huang Longzi and Wan Zhuliu.

"The Peeping God Festival did not go wrong."

Huang Longzi also frowned: "It's just that the past cannot be changed, and the future has not yet been determined. This glimpse into the future seen by the gods may not necessarily happen."

"Zhuliu..."

Emperor Qian looked at Wan Zhuliu, who looked calm and just held down the magic sword in his palm:

"I only believe in the sword in my hand and the armor on my body! Whether the scene in this painting is true or false, since I saw it, it will never happen!"

Emperor Qian said nothing and looked up again.

In the scroll, the elderly Wu Yingxing and others were all shocked and asked for details.

The Taoist named Qi calmed down and said:

"My master calculated that there was going to be a catastrophe in the world, so he sent Pindao down the mountain to rescue him. However, 'that man' disappeared. No matter how hard Pindao chased him, it was always a step too late..."

Having said this, he reached into his arms and took out nine blood-red posts:

"After that man killed nine seniors, he left nine war stickers..."

"After His Majesty was assassinated, that person also left a message."

Wu Yingxing also took out a bloody post. He flicked it, and everyone outside the picture saw the six big characters on the post.

"February 2, Tianyouguan!"

The words are like blood, and the will contained in them is so strong that it is unbelievable. Anyone who sees those six big characters across the scroll and high in the sky will feel a chill in their heart.

In a trance, I felt like I had fallen into an ice cave!

"With the blood of ten great masters as a paste, this person, this person..."

On the observatory, Wu Yingxing's expression changed several times. He looked at Emperor Qian, who had a frighteningly ugly expression, but he looked at Huang Longzi.

"I'm afraid it's this person."

Huang Longzi was also quite solemn, but not as surprised as others.

Even if you look at Tianshiyuan, there are not many people who can open the Bafang Temple. It will not be a surprise for such a world-class genius to accomplish great things no matter how big they are.

"Who is that person?"

Li Yuan frowned, feeling shocked and angry.

He didn't care whether Emperor Qian lived or died, but Old Longtou, Senior Brother Long, and Old Tao Nie also died tragically at his hands. Who had such means?

Qin Yun?

Extraterrestrial visitors?

Or the Dragon Demon Taoist?

"Where have I been?"

Looking up at the scroll, Li Yuan felt an ominous premonition in his heart.
To be continued...