Jiang Ya smiled: "Fellow Taoist Qi Yuan, don't refuse yet.

I believe in your determination to risk your life to protect Lingsu, and I don’t doubt your character. Lingsu has always judged people much more accurately than me, my sister.”

Qi Yuan was a little confused after listening to Jiang Ya's words.

He doesn't seem to be determined to risk his life, right?

Jiang Ya continued: "The bloody battle among hundreds of nations cannot be stopped, so I propose that the Qise Peak be moved away.

Even the Shenguang Sect can move away, and I, the Dengtian Pavilion, will come forward, and the Guangming Palace will not stop you."

Her proposal can be said to be a huge concession.

In other words, he was very considerate of Jiang Lingsu.

After all, generally speaking, wouldn’t Jiang Lingsu be taken away directly?

Disciples of the lower sect, do you dare to complain?

Qi Yuan raised his head, glanced at the top of Qise Peak, and then at his newly built brick house: "Qise Peak cannot be moved."

The determination in his words surprised Jiang Ya.

"Moreover, the Guangming Palace is about to be destroyed, so there is nothing to be afraid of." Qi Yuan's "Hundred Days Plan to Destroy the Guangming Palace" is still advancing steadily, and the progress is gratifying.

Jiang Ya was surprised for a while, and then she seemed to understand something: "You nations must have placed your hopes on the bloody-robed sword god."

"Blood-clothed Sword God?" Jiang Lingsu was a little confused.

What does this have to do with the Blood-Clothed Sword God?

"To be honest, it is indeed surprising that a great master of the Purple Mansion can emerge from the land of hundreds of countries.

It's a pity that even if he is in the later stage of the Zifu, or even if the Zifu is perfect, he will not be able to affect the Guangming Palace's bloody war plan for hundreds of nations." Jiang Ya said truthfully.

The emergence of a Zifu from one hundred countries is enough to cheer up all those countries at any time.

This means that hundreds of countries have their own great power.

Hundreds of countries will also have their own heritage.

However, it was his misfortune that the great power of Zifu appeared during the bloody battle of hundreds of kingdoms.

The bloody battle between hundreds of kingdoms is related to the life and death of Guangming Palace, and Guangming Palace will not give in at all.

There are dozens of great masters from the Purple Mansion in the Guangming Palace, and there are also Yin Shen magic weapons such as the Emperor-level Shocking Dragon Crown.

If the evil spirit does not come out, no one can compete with the Palace of Light.

Jiang Lingsu next to her looked confused: "What Zifu?"

She doesn't understand, she doesn't understand.

"Yesterday, Guangming Palace had an appointment with the Blood-clothed Sword God at Lingfengdu, and there was a conflict between the two.

The blood-clothed sword god used his original magical power to slaughter all the divine infants in the Palace of Light.

Before leaving, the blood-clothed sword god also threatened to formally declare war on the Palace of Light.

Alas, this blood-clothed sword god single-handedly declared war on the Palace of Light, which has thousands of years of history, which is really impressive." Jiang Ya said slowly, and then added, "No matter how much you sing and cry, it can't change the ending.

"

Jiang Lingsu covered her mouth and glanced at Qi Yuan secretly.

Is the bloody-robed sword god Zifu?

How many divine infants were slaughtered?

Blood-clothed Sword God...

She had so many thoughts in her mind that she wanted to ask her senior brother.

However, since Sister Yaya, an outsider, was here, it was not easy for her to ask.

Qi Yuan actually wanted to say: "Sister, I am not Zifu, I am Jindan Xiaomengxin!"

However, his vest cannot explode!

Can only remain silent.

Jiang Ya said: "I know you won't be able to accept it for a while.

When the results of the Blood-clothed Sword God and the Palace of Light come out, I will advise you again."

Jiang Ya said goodbye to Qi Yuan.

She and Jiang Lingsu entered the wooden house.

Regarding the simple wooden house, Jiang Ya only frowned and said nothing.

She sat in the room, looking at Jiang Lingsu who was absent-minded, with a smile in her eyes: "I'm not welcome?"

"No..." Jiang Lingsu was thinking about the bloody-robed sword god now.

"I took a look at some of the magic arts you sent me last time." Jiang Ya said, "The adaptation of that magic magic... is a bit of a mess."

"Ah?" Jiang Lingsu's heart tightened, "Will there be anything wrong with practicing?"

It seems to have been adapted by my senior brother.

"Theoretically speaking, after practicing, you will become... insane, your memory will become worse, and you will even forget yourself completely."

"What, so serious?" Jiang Lingsu stood up from the chair, looking worried.

Senior brother hasn’t practiced this, right?

Seeing Jiang Lingsu's reaction, Jiang Ya smiled: "You don't have to worry about your senior brother.

That incomplete technique only exists in theory. In fact, it is impossible to practice at all, not even to get started."

Jiang Lingsu finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

It’s okay if Senior Brother can’t practice.

"I'm here this time, I won't stay for a few days, and I'll be leaving soon.

This time, Dongtu’s Prodigy Battle has been brought forward, and I have to participate.

When the Tianjiao battle is over, I will take you home." Jiang Ya said.

This battle between geniuses is very important.

Although Master didn't say it explicitly, Jiang Ya could feel it.
Chapter completed!