When Li Zejian heard this, a glimmer suddenly flashed in his eyes, but it soon became dim. A faint mist appeared, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I... what kind of virtue is Li Zejian? I have been rescued by all the heroes so much... "

"Brother Li, don't talk anymore. You are seriously injured. It's better to take a good rest." Hei Xiaose said.

These days, Ge Yu and Hei Xiaose saw the torture that Li Zejian was suffering. From day to night, the people of the Tianhu Sect were not idle at all. They took turns to fight and did everything they could. All kinds of cruel punishments were used on Li Zejian, just to make him hand over the complete method of Xiaoyan Liubian.

Ge Yu and Hei Xiaose should not hang in the iron cage of Heifeng Cliff. Life is not easy, but when Li Zejian was tortured, they could only watch and could not help. Compared with Li Zejian, although they were in pain, they were much more comfortable than Li Zejian.

Even though he was tortured by the Tianhu Sect for three days and three nights, Li Zejian did not let go, and even used a special technique of torture the soul to interrogate him. Li Zejian did not even say a word.

With this tenacious perseverance, it is admirable and willing to give in.

"I have brought you all, why don't you leave?" An old Taoist standing next to the head of Hua Qing, had already begun to issue an order to expel guests.

"Of course we have to leave, but you seem to have forgotten something, right? Where is the divine sword chasing the soul on Brother Li?" Ge Yu suddenly stood up and looked at the leader Hua Qing and said.

Ge Yu always remembered that the reason why Li Zejian ended in such a miserable end was because the magic sword chased the soul. If it weren't for it, he wouldn't have escaped for more than ten years and lived a wandering life.

Originally, Jiuyang Flower Li Bai rescued all three of them and was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly heard Ge Yu say this and immediately grasped the point.

Yue Qiang walked to Wu Jiuyin and whispered a few words in his ear. Wu Jiuyin nodded slightly, then looked at the head of Hua Qing again, stretched out his hand and two words popped out: "Where is the sword?"

"What sword?" Master Hua Qing's eyes widened and looked at Wu Jiu's vagina.

"The nobles of Huaqing, the chief sect, forgot about things, and asked questions clearly. Of course, it was the divine sword on Brother Li who chased the soul, so he naturally wanted things to return to the original owner." Wu Jiuyin said calmly.

"The Divine Sword Chasing Soul is from our Tianhu Sect, and this is the original owner of the object!" Master Hua Qing became popular, but it was really popular. Since Wu Jiuyin and the others came, he has been suppressing him and cannot raise his head. Now that everyone has been letting go, he is still trying to get a sword with a rush. He is simply too unfair to take him, the leader of the Tianhu Sect seriously.

Wu Jiuyin smiled slightly, reached out and took out a mirror from a pocket on his waist, shook it in front of the head of Hua Qing, and said, "This thing is called the corpse mirror. I heard that it is also the treasure of your Tianhu Sect to control the mountain. Should you return the object to the original owner today?"

The previous sentence was politely asked for it, but now Ge Yu took out the corpse mirror and was just slapping the Tianhu Sect's face naked.

Several years ago, when Wu Jiuyin's cultivation was not as strong as it is now, he was chased by the people from the Tianhu Sect's Great Hall, and was captured alive. The reason was because of this corpse mirror, which was also a magic weapon passed down from Wu Jiuyin's ancestor. It is rumored that the Tianhu Sect was stolen from the mountain by a rebel more than a hundred years ago and finally fell into the hands of Wu Jiuyin's ancestor. Back then, it was Wu Jiuyin's great-grandfather, the world's number one master, intercepted Wu Jiuyin halfway and rescued Wu Jiuyin.

The Tianhu Sect is best at bullying the weak and fearing the strong. The seven old Taoists in the Dazheng Hall were all defeated after a few moves under the sword of the Great Master, and Wu Jiuyin was naturally rescued.

Now, Wu Jiuyin's cultivation is increasing day by day, and he is no longer the Wu Xia Ameng, who allows the Tianhu Sect to bully him.

Now the reason why I took out this corpse mirror is to tell the people of the Tianhu Sect, Damn, this corpse mirror is also from your Tianhu Sect. If you have the will, you can snatch this corpse mirror from me.

Do you dare to steal the Li Zejian's magic sword's soul-chasing soul, and try to move me if you have the ability?

Hua Qing Zhenren's face turned pale and gritted his teeth and said, "Wu Jiuyin, don't be too arrogant. We have already set aside the sword. It's impossible for you to give it to you. This is only because you have been kind to our Tianhu Sect before. Otherwise, how could you take people out of Tianhu Sect so easily?"

"Wu Jiuyin, this Tianhu Sect is not your place to go wild. You thought that my Tianhu Sect would be afraid of you. You know the truth and quickly lead people away. Otherwise..." An old Taoist with the word "Zhi" looked at Wu Jiu's vagina viciously.

"Otherwise, what would happen?" Wu Jiuyin smiled and looked at the old Taoist. The smile on his face disappeared bit by bit, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his tone became colder: "For the past two years, I have been in a semi-retreated state. I haven't made a fuss in the world for a long time. Do you really think that I, Wu Jiuyin, have become a sick cat and dare not kill anyone?"

"Tell you, you have to pay back this sword, and you have to pay back if you don't! The head of the sect dares to turn it over, and are you afraid that your Tianhu Sect will not succeed?"

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became a little nervous and depressed.

Soon, the old Taoists around him gathered towards the middle of the hall, and some people had already scattered around and stood in place. Once they took action, they could occupy the advantageous terrain.

Joining the story, today is a Hongmen Banquet, and it seems that the Tianhu Sect’s people will not be so simple to let people go.

There are hundreds of veteran Taoists in the realm of real people in the hall. Can they withstand it only rely on more than ten of them?

Li Zejian was favored by everyone. Seeing that everyone was about to fight for the soul because of his magic sword, how could he feel miserable? He quickly said with trembling voice: "Jiu Master... Don't, this is my Li Zejian's business. Mo Yan hurts your kindness with the Tianhu Sect because of this..."

"I hurt my brother, and I still deny that I will not return the things. Our Jiuyang Flower Li Bai is ashamed to be with such a sect. How can I be so kind? You still won't return that sword?" Bai Zhan, who was so angry, raised the fire spirit Red Dragon Sword, which was steaming in flames, and pointed at the head of Hua Qing.

The anger that the chief Hua Qing master suppressed for a long time had reached its peak, and he looked at Bai Zhan word by word and said, "What if we don't pay it back?"

"That's not simple, let's just grab it back." Bai Zhan said again.
Chapter completed!