The destruction of the world that Lu Chen said was naturally not the flying sword named by him, but simply literally.

The middle-aged man in a gray Confucian shirt was slightly stunned when he heard these two words.

In the great world where heroes competed for the victory three thousand years ago, ancient cultivators who were as powerful as the seven sage masters rose one after another. If it was really a disaster for the destruction of the mainland, who would the opponent be?

The two of them looked at the little monkey behind them almost at the same time.

The little monkey put his palms together, like a Buddhist monk, with a calm expression.

Facing the eyes of the two, it shook its head slightly.

A divine thought rang out from Lu Chen's heart, as if just an idea appeared out of thin air in his mind.

The general meaning of this little monkey is that it was sealed in a cocoon by the ancestor when it was just born. It just woke up two hundred years ago, so it has no impression of what happened three thousand years ago.

Lu Chen's expression was as normal. He thought of this from the first time he saw the little monkey. It seemed that it was indeed the case.

But Lu Chen was not very disappointed, because he finally confirmed that something big had to happen three thousand years ago, and his rebirth after his death was also related to this incident.

In fact, Lu Chen attaches more importance to the rebirth, because his soul and soul should have completely disappeared from the world.

And it is unheard of to be able to condense his unparalleled soul back then.

He rubbed the little monkey's head and said, "Is Sun Tiansheng your ancestor?"

The little monkey with a string of wooden Buddhist beads on his head nodded.

Lu Chen looked at him.

After a while, the little monkey, who had been dull, suddenly looked up, as if he had heard something amazing.

Emperor Bai Luo didn't notice this or deliberately ignored it, and looked silently in the distance.

There is the Tianwutai of Hanyun Sect, and today's ceremony began there. Due to Xiaoxue, there are all white areas.

In that attic, when Lu Miao learned of Situ Mo's death, he had already gone there.

Lu Chen said calmly: "I felt a familiar breath in you."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar raised his arm and pointed it to a place far away, and said with a smile: "When I was still studying at Biyun Peak of Hanyun Sect, I met someone who came to travel far away. I talked with him for several days, and all the questions suddenly became clear, so I later realized the devil."

Lu Chen was a little surprised.

"I thought he was from the academy."

Emperor Bai Luo said: "But I later learned that he is the eldest disciple of the current Master of Jiange Pavilion, namely Su An."

Lu Chen nodded and said calmly: "It turns out to be the eldest brother."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar suddenly took two steps back, bent down and bowed, "I have something to ask for."

Lu Chen didn't say anything because he guessed what was going on.

Lu Miao said something last night, and he could naturally infer something from it.

In the world of practice, sometimes it is like the ordinary, and even more unbearable than the ordinary.

"The Hanyun Sect is willing to sit here to absorb the fortune of heaven and earth because of the good deeds of the sect leader two hundred years ago, and I have been here for the current sect. It is also because of my friendship with the former sect leader and some reasons."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked around and squinted his eyes and said, "But I don't know when the Hanyun Sect now... has changed after all."

Lu Chen said calmly: "You can just say it."

Bai Luodi smiled calmly and said, "Although Lu Miao knows how to borrow your relationship to solve Situ Mo, he still thinks too shallowly after all."

"Since you have to compete with the sect leader and gain a foothold in Hanyun Sect, it is not enough to just kill one Situ Mo."

"So I dare to ask you to protect her in Hanyun Sect as a Jiange."

"As a reward, I am willing to impart my full cultivation to you, which is also a way to repay Su An's guidance."

Lu Chen looked at him and said, "The key to your words is the leader of Hanyun Sect."

The world of cultivation is different from dynasties. The most direct way to solve the problem is the level of realm and the strength of combat.

Lu Chen knew this well, so he shook his head and said, "But he should have reached the third level, and I can't kill him."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked into the distance and smiled calmly.

"Leave it to me."

.....

The Hanyun Sect's sect ceremony ended from early morning to evening.

Lu Chen and Bai Luodi stood above the head of the huge Buddha statue, watching the spiritual energy surging in the distance, shining with light.

For a long time, there was only a hint of redness in the distance in both of them.

The sunset is setting and the night is coming.

The woman who had just shown her power in the sect came here.

She looked at the dead figure who was limping on the ground, paused for a while, and could not see any emotion.

"I've been qualified to go to the academy."

Lu Miao then came to the two of them and said calmly: "I can feel Yi Qiannan's anger."

Yi Qiannan is the current sect leader, and Lu Miao's name is obviously the two sides have almost completely broken their faces.

Lu Chen didn't say anything, just teased the little monkey casually.

This scene was so shocked that Lu Miao couldn't help but feel shocked when he saw it.

"You've done a good job."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar patted her on the shoulder and said gently: "I found out about your eyes a few days ago, and took some notes and placed them on the study table on the fourth floor. It may be helpful to your practice. You can go and take a look first. Leave it to me here."

Lu Miao suddenly looked up, with unconcealed joy in his eyes.

The middle-aged man smiled and said softly: "Go."

Lu Miao nodded slightly, turned his head and clenched his fist gently towards Lu Chen, and then left directly.

Lu Chen looked at the red-clothed back disappearing and said, "Pearl's Eyes."

Emperor Bai Luo looked complicated and said, "It should be."

There was a rumor in mainland China many years ago and has been passed down to this day.

It is said that below 80,000 feet below the South China Sea is the Nine Netherlands, and the Nine Netherlands are guarding the ancient Hades who have been sleeping for tens of thousands of years, and are in charge of all the ghosts and sneaks in the world.

One day, the king of Hades woke up and wanted to return to the world, so he used endless power of the underworld to spread it. The practitioner with the pupils of Hades was equivalent to the successor chosen by Hades.

If this heir can reach the state of communication with the Nine Netherworlds, the king of the underworld can return to the world through this person.

Of course, for Lu Chen, rumors are naturally just rumors.

Night falls completely.

The middle-aged man stood up, breeze blowing on his face, and his sleeves swayed.

Lu Chen was a little surprised and said, "Are you serious?"

The battle between the three realms of cultivators in the world is different from the competition between ordinary disciples, because the combat power of the three realms can be equivalent to the realm of breaking the air among sword cultivators, and it is a real fight between gods and immortals.

There is no distinction between the three realms. If two great practitioners of the three realms want to divide life and death, unless they are crushed by a great realm, they will probably be a bleak situation where both sides suffer losses and there is no room for anything to say.

Lu Chen said: "It seems you care about her very much."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked into the distance and looked calm.

He suddenly shook his head and murmured, "This is not her."

....

No one knew that in the act of breaking the realm that spread throughout the world, Emperor Bai Luo had a dream.

In his dream, he went to a place, which was a mottled city wall, with dead bodies everywhere and beacon fire and wolf smoke.

And there he saw a figure in red standing on the wall.

The war lasted for many years, and the peerless red dress seemed to have stood on the towering wall for so many years.

She seemed to be waiting for someone, year after year, ten years after ten years, but in the end she didn't wait.

It was not until later that this gentle man realized that the dream was called Confucianism's Great Dream for Thousand Years.

The man whispered: "As we said before, she will ask you in three years."

Lu Chen sighed and nodded slightly.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar suddenly laughed loudly and said, "At that time, Su An told me that he was a scholar who was useless, and you and I were both."

"But I don't think I can't be so cowardly, so I secretly learned a few tricks in the Confucian classics."

"I hope this time I don't make a laugh."

Lu Chen said: "Let's wait and see.

The next moment.
Chapter completed!