Liang Zichen heard it and wanted to speak but stopped.

"Zi Chen, you and the five elders, follow me down the mountain to the 'Sword Tomb' in the bitter and cold land in the extreme north..."

Zhou Zixuan said in a deep voice.

"Senior brother, can Haitao and the others be revenge for their tragic death?

Liang Zichen frowned and said.

"No!"

Zhou Zixuan's eyes ejaculated with a look of greed, and he sneered: "This time I come out of the mountain, I will force Jiang Taichu to tell you about the skills he practiced! I heard that he may have come from the immortal ruins!"

...

In Tianshan.

Snow covered, and thousands of miles of freezing.

Under the gaze of many disciples.

Snap!

A stone door that had been frozen for decades, thick ice crystal snowflakes cracked a gap. Then, the door burst into a hole and an old man in a long gown walked out.

"I have been in seclusion for 30 years, cough cough, I finally came out of seclusion! I'm afraid the world no longer knows me!"

The old man was leaning on a dry plum crutch, his fist blocked his mouth, coughing repeatedly, and a trace of sick flush appeared on his originally sallow face.

This old man wore an old sheepskin coat, just like a village man and an old farmer in the Qing Dynasty.

His face was withered, his breath was weak, his waist was hunched, and he was old, as if he was about to run out of oil.

He only spoke one word.

But within a radius of ten miles, billions of snowflakes suddenly hovered, as if they were cast in the air with magic.

"I heard that a boy named Jiang Taichu has emerged in the secular world! He may be a visitor to the Immortal Ruins, who has the supreme skills!"

Li Jiuyou, the head of Tianshan Mountain, laughed strangely, then stepped into the air, soared into the air, and flew towards the bottom of the mountain like a dragon:

"This time I leave the customs, I must have a secret treasure of the sword tomb. I dare to ask the Sun and Moon to replace it with a new sky! I will kill Jiang Taichu!"

After he swept out ten miles, the snowflakes in this area fell down one after another.

"I wish my master a victory in the flag, a secret treasure of the sword tomb, and a killing of Jiang Taichu to establish his unparalleled power!"

Behind him, a group of disciples knelt on the ground and couldn't get up, as if they saw a god.

...

Headquarters of Hongmen International Reunion Association, Vancouver, Canada.

Hongmen Headquarters!

A modern building with a 199-story view of the rolling Pacific Ocean, the blue glass curtain walls shine brightly under the sunlight.

The entire building is solemn and dignified, and is extraordinary, like a long blue sword, piercing straight into the sky.

On the top floor, a super hall with an area of ​​3,000 square meters is decorated in antique style.

Carved galleries, painted buildings, continuous palaces, small bridges, flowing water, rockery and strange rocks, and nine-curved corridors are like traveling through time and space and entering the Suzhou gardens of the Qing Dynasty.

At this time, the president wearing a double-breasted jacket and many Hongmen disciples bowed slightly, looking at a crystal coffin with nervous and expectant expressions.

In the coffin, a young man wearing the costume of a scholar in the Qing Dynasty lies.

Although this person has long black hair and handsome eyebrows, he has no blood on his body and his skin is crystal clear and almost transparent.

Time flows slowly.

The president of Hongmen frowned and became tighter and sighed regretfully: "The ancestor 'coagulation and suffocation' a hundred years ago. The masters at the association predicted that the ancestor would wake up in the near future, but now..."

"But for several months, the ancestor has shown no sign of awakening. Has the ancestor really died?"

Just when the president was disappointed that today was going to turn around and leave again as before.

Suddenly, snap.

A crack appeared on the crystal coffin.

The red light flashed, the colorful clouds blew, and a strong blood energy spread like clouds and mist.

"This, this, the ancestor is about to wake up?"

Many Hongmen disciples looked at each other and saw the shock and ecstasy on each other's faces.

"Quiet! Never disturb the ancestor from leaving the seclusion!"

President Hongmen glared at everyone, trembling all over, not knowing whether it was horrified or excited.

boom!

A blood rainbow broke through the roof, like a blood-colored sword, with the momentum of destroying the sky and shooting directly into the sky.

Suddenly, the entire hall seemed to be swept by a bloody hurricane.

Rocks fly across the mountain, buildings collapse, artificial rivers hang upside down, glass windows shatter together, and countless pieces are flying in the air like butterflies.

Everyone was bombarded by a powerful strange force and flew backwards and lay on the ground in a mess.

In the rolling smoke and dust, in the red blood.
Chapter completed!