The lake water in the middle of Mengong Lake was separated, and a huge hole appeared, leading directly to the cube at the bottom of the lake. Several ships rushed to the shore of the lake, and even the seventh-level practitioners who were originally stationed here began to evacuate.

Several figures stood in the air, waiting quietly.

Now the only one who dares to rise from the ground is Xixiao’s eighth-level practitioners

An elder of the Mingzong, originally the third, sixth and seventh disciples of the Sword Master of the Sword Sect of Xixiao, as well as the eldest disciples of the Sword Sect, the second and fifth disciples who came to Xixiao after the mission was over. Except for the fourth disciples who had chosen to go to Xizhou and who were still on the way to swordsmanship, who had been brave enough to kill the eighth disciple who was still in prison, and the junior sister who was too low in cultivation and was ordered not to come, the rest were all here.

"Who beat my third junior sister?"

"Who beat my third senior sister?"

"..." The third senior sister was silent for a moment, turned her head and whispered, "You idiots, victory or defeat is common in military affairs. Can you not always mention it?"

"What do you want to ask you!! Who beat my third junior sister to bed for half a month ago? I have the will to stand up!"

"Yes! Who beat our third senior sister so much that she couldn't even take care of herself? She stood up and had a one-on-one fight with me... and my senior brother!"

"Is that! I've killed you!"

"What are you doing, third junior sister?"

"Sister Three, please calm down! There are outsiders here!"

The only elder of Mingzong stood in the air with expressionless face, staring straight ahead.

There were only five people opposite, and they were also standing in the air, looking at them quietly, without expression or replying.

A rumbling sound came from afar, like rolling thunder.

Yiguo's most advanced hunting intent flew dozens of kilometers away, with a large number of them. Some took off from the Xixiaoyi Army Base, some took off from aircraft carriers, and some just launched from aerospace carriers, all of which were equipped with strategic weapons.

Unfortunately, this is Mengong Lake.

Mengong Lake is more than 300 kilometers in a circle. There are four counties and villages and towns by the lake. It is difficult for herders to count. It is impossible for hunting to open fire here.

Soon, a figure slowly appeared.

The visitor was tall and strong, middle-aged, but his hair was a little mottled, and you could see a bit of oldness when you looked closely. But as soon as he appeared, he was out of silence, and the top-level ninth-level spiritual power was like the sun in the detector. This unique spiritual power feature had long been recorded in the database by the armies of various countries. For a moment, I don’t know how many fighter jets and warships called the police crazily for it.

"So quickly!"

A sword light split the world, and in the blink of an eye, revealing a figure wearing a loose robe with a childish face, which is the sword master of the contemporary Sword Sect.

When these two figures looked at each other from afar, they naturally became the protagonists of this world. Whether it was a detector, a satellite, or even the remote camera equipment installed on the ground, they were uniformly aimed at them.

The sword master stood with his hands behind his back and aimed at Cao Ci. His voice was generous and vicissitudes, and he said first: "Brother Cao, it's been a long time since I saw you."

"It's been more than a hundred years."

"Has it been so long?"

"Brother Mei's time has always passed faster."

"Speak old times?"

“Okay.”

Two figures walked in the air, hiding in the clouds, and the sound could not be heard.

"Did you not expect me to come?"

"I just couldn't imagine it."

"You injured my beloved third apprentice some time ago, so I will naturally come to settle the score with you."

"It's just a discussion among the younger generation."

"You mean my believers are powerless?"

"Oh..." Cao Ci sighed and shook his head, "I wanted to say before, I haven't seen you for many years, Brother Mei, you have experienced vicissitudes, but I didn't expect you to be the same."

"Life is too short, not enough for me to change my life."

“Very good.”

"Aren't you the same?"

“I have never changed.”

"I heard that in order to become a god, you seriously injured Meng Jingming's younger brother and made Meng Jingming's great-grandson unconscious for more than half a year." After the sword master finished speaking, he couldn't help but show a sarcastic expression on his lips, and he said in a striking voice, "Tsk tsk, shameless."

"This is my fault."

"Do you still know? I thought you were shameless."

“…”

"What are you doing this time?"

"Look for something, take it and leave, and don't take anything else, and return it after use. Even if I fail, my disciples will return it to me."

"I said, is it so attractive to become a god? If you become a god, don't you have to go to a place where birds don't poop or even bird feathers? I heard that there is not even a drop of air or water in that place. It's even worse than being in jail for a thousand years?"

"have."

"What's the need? You can live well, eat some food you like, and do something you like, and be free for hundreds of years. Isn't it better than being in prison for a thousand years?"

"I'm different from you."

"You've gone astray."

“I’ve been walking the same road.”

“…”

The Sword Master didn't know how to refute it for a moment.

In one aspect, he was right.

The great master of traditional sword cultivation is the sword-like mind, firm but not stubborn, pure but not nothing, and finally something to love in this world.

Cao Ci is different.

This person is the oldest and strangest among them, no father or mother, no wife or child, no worries. He has never even developed a love for a person, no affection for food, wine, beautiful scenery, spring breeze and autumn moon, and all the beautiful things.

There is only his word in his heart.

Just want to become stronger.

There is no other pursuit.

"Tsk tsk..."

The sword master shook his head: "I have been reading novels and TV series with young disciples in the sect in the past two years. What's interesting is that I have really found many people who are very similar to your personality. I want to become stronger, but I don't know why I become stronger and what I do when I become stronger. But I am better than you, and I have not been labeled as a villain, did not do any bad things about you, and I have become the protagonist. There are people like you, who use any means, and there are more novels in it, so I can't play them out on TV."

"Brother Mei..."

"how?"

"If you have the chance to reminisce about the past in the future, I will find what I want and leave immediately." Cao Ci's expression and tone were faint, "If I become a god, I will protect the world like other gods. If I fail, including the mirror of heaven and man, I will return it to Dayi."

"I believe you, but do others believe it? Look at the bad things you do, one by one, is worse than the other, so where is it worthy of others' trust?"

"Isn't it okay?"

"No, let's talk a little longer."

"It's almost done."

"Is that all?" The sword master pulled the corner of his mouth, "I thought you would miss me a little after so long."

"The one who thinks the most is you and Brother Meng."

"All lies."

"no need."

"I'm almost the same as you annoy me."

"I was annoyed when I was young, I was annoyed when I got along. I was older and separated for a long time. The one I thought about the most was you." Cao Ciyu Guang glanced at the distance. Several counties on the edge of the lake were evacuating the people quickly, and even causing traffic congestion. He didn't say anything and let them go. Just like when he was in Duqin, he never thought of using them as bargaining chips to threaten Dayi. He just asked, "How can you give me the things?"

"Look, after a few words, I pulled it up again. You want to fight more than me!"

"If we want to fight, we can go to the sea." Cao Ci said, "Even if you and I haven't seen each other for a hundred years, there is no need to be scheming."

"Good! If you beat me, I'll let you take it!"

"You know." Cao Ci turned his head and looked at the sword master with a calm expression, "This is not difficult."

"I'm still so arrogant..." The Sword Master has been in the world for hundreds of years, and is weaker than others. He has never admitted it, "Are you the original body or the clone now?"

“What’s the difference?”

"Too."

For Cao Ci, the strength of the body and clone is almost the same.

"It seems that it is a clone, you definitely don't dare to let the body come here! Where are the other clones? How many are they brought in the storage magic weapon?"

Cao Ci waved his hand silently.

Two other people of the same appeared in the air.

"Three..."
To be continued...