Chapter Two Hundred and Fiftieth: Wind and Cloud in Myriad Valleys II
"Fifth brother, don't forget the last words of our ancestor. This is the fate of our Wangu Clan. No wonder Amaterasu boy."
The tall and thin old man sitting in the middle sighed slightly. Maybe all this is a fate, it seems that everything is arranged in the dark, and fate cannot be controlled by mortals.
"The divine soldiers are scattered across the eight frontiers. The achievements of the eternal world are two boundless. The half circle and the half missing create the god's death. In ten years, the way of heaven will finally become glorious."
The purple-robed old man hummed softly, but did not show any expression. He also found it very difficult to understand the warnings handed down from ancient times. Could this really be the fate of Wangumen?
"How can our fate be determined by a few inexplicable words from our ancestor? Besides, we don't know what these words mean."
The fat old man groaned dissatisfied.
"We, the Wangu Sect, have inherited eight divine weapons since ancient times. A hundred years ago, the first divine weapon of the Wangu Sect, Heavenly Sin, was given to the Queen of Kunlun Palace. The other divine weapons were either lost or disappeared inexplicably. In addition, four years ago, they were
The magic weapon Moye that Amaterasu kid stole, our Wangumen can be considered as the magic weapon scattered all over the place."
The old man in blue suddenly smiled, as if he had a clear understanding of the way forward.
"Well...it seems that the fourth brother has come to his senses. Is the future of Wangumen really going to be doomed?"
The tall and thin old man sitting in the middle and the old man in blue looked at each other and smiled, shaking their heads and saying nothing. No matter the disaster or the disaster, the Wangumen inheritance has been so long, and it doesn’t mean that it will disappear. As long as people are still there, the inheritance will be natural.
Immortal.
In the bamboo house, Cheng Chi sat blankly on the bedside, like a helpless child, with no color in his eyes, staring intently at the pot of orchids in front of him.
"Sir, this is your weapon. The Great Elder asked me to bring it to you."
A teenage boy in white jumped in with a soul blade in his arms.
"Thanks."
Cheng Chi replied softly, without any movement, and his stiff expression made people feel very gloomy. Seeing that Cheng Chi had no intention of paying attention to him, the child opened his mouth, murmured a few times, and stopped the fight.
The soul blade was placed on the table in the center of the room and ran out on its own.
"Hey, Cheng Chi, don't you seem very happy that we survived the disaster?"
Wangu Amaterasu in the Soul Blade felt extremely strange when he saw the dull look on Cheng Chi's face. Logically speaking, it should be a happy thing for the two of them to escape death.
"Happy? Now that my parents' lives and deaths are unknown, how can you make me happy?"
Cheng Chi suddenly stood up and shouted loudly, as if to vent his melancholy and helplessness.
"Hey, what did I think it was? I told Master, Master, about the Blood Demon. It won't take long for the world to be peaceful."
Wangu Amaterasu chuckled and said that he had full confidence in his master.
"I hope so..."
Cheng Chi's eyes darkened, he lay on the bed again, and said in a low voice, he was originally an ordinary person, why when he became ordinary again, inexplicable grief surged in his heart. Could it be that he was greedy for powerful power?
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"Well? Cheng Chi, you...your spiritual power...why is your spiritual power gone?"
Wangu Amaterasu said suddenly, he had just noticed that there was no more fluctuation of Yuan Power in Cheng Chi.
"You have also discovered that I am almost like an ordinary person now, and all my energy has been lost." Cheng Chi said calmly, maybe it is an arrangement of fate that he is mediocre. After the blood demon is eliminated, he can return to his past.
life.
"What...what's going on? Is it because you were seriously injured?"
Wangu Amaterasu was also feeling sad at the moment. Maybe if it weren't for him, Cheng Chi might not have suffered like this. Thinking about himself now, Wangu Amaterasu could only sigh.
"It's not important anymore. I just want to wait here for the good news from your master." Cheng
Chi turned over on the bed and stopped talking. Wangu Amaterasu didn't speak either. For a while, there was only silence in the room.
In the meeting hall of Wangumen's World Entrance Hall, the hall leader Wan Guqing was standing in front of a group of disciples. At this moment, his face was solemn and solemn, and he shouted sternly: "The disciples of Wangumen's Entrance Hall have listened to the order and will follow Kunlun Hall's disciple Zhao Yuyou from now on.
Mr. Zhao went to Kunlun Hall to practice for three years."
"You can only return to Wangumen again after staying for three years. No matter what happens during this period, you are not allowed to leave Kunlun Hall without permission, otherwise you will be expelled from the master immediately!"
"But...Master, why is this? Why are we suddenly asked to go to Kunlun Hall to practice?"
A disciple in the crowd asked weakly.
"There is no reason! You just follow the master's instructions!"
Wan Guqing shouted coldly, then turned to a young man behind him who was dressed in fashionable clothes and said softly: "Mr. Zhao, I'm done with your work."
Zhao Yuyou slightly cupped his hands and said with a faint smile: "Senior, there are exchanges between our sects from time to time. This is a matter of responsibility. Besides, the grand event of the Seven Sects' Martial Arts Competition is coming soon, so it is natural for the high disciples of your sect to go.
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Although Zhao Yuyou was also puzzled. He usually stayed in Kunlun Hall for a month or two at most, but this time he stayed there for three years. However, due to Wan Guqing's identity as an elder, he still did not ask the question.
At the same time, Wangumen Materia Medica Hall, Shizhen Hall, and Lingmutang Hall also made arrangements for their disciples. For a time, the huge Wangumen sect was empty. Except for a few hall masters and elders, even the headmaster also came with him.
Cheng Chi and Wangu Amaterasu, who were sent elsewhere but were still in the bamboo house at the moment, knew nothing about this. They were still waiting for the news that Wangumen had killed the blood demon.
In the bamboo forest, the air flow trembled slightly, and a tall figure walked slowly. The person's aura was calm, and his figure was indifferent. Every step showed a leisurely breath, which showed that his cultivation was extremely high. This person was a dignified person in the world.
Lord Wan Guqing, the absolute strong man among the future generation of Wangu Sect.
"Master! You...why are you here?"
Wangani Amaterasu in the Soul Blade sensed this familiar aura, and couldn't help but feel extremely excited. A strong sense of shame came from the bottom of his heart, and his voice was filled with endless sorrow.
"Amaterasu, these days have been hard on you."
Wan Guqing glanced at Cheng Chi, who was sitting blankly on the stone bench, and sighed slightly, how could a young man let go so easily.
"I've met senior."
Cheng Chi heard a voice and hurriedly stood up and saluted Wan Guqing.
"No need."
Wan Guqing sat opposite Cheng Chi and said calmly.
"I have something to ask of you two when I come here this time. I hope Cheng Shaoxia can help me."
Looking at Cheng Chi who was standing respectfully, Wan Guqing said slowly.
"Senior was joking. Now I am an ordinary person. If I can help, I will do my best."
Cheng Chi slightly cupped his hands and said, he really can't think of how he can help now. His cultivation has been completely ruined and he has become an ordinary person. Even if he wants to start over, it will take time to accumulate and become the top again.
For experts, it almost takes at least a year.
Nowadays, there are many crises, and he has no extra time to waste. He still has to find a way to solve his father's affairs, and he doesn't know about his mother's safety. Although Cheng Chi looks calm on the surface, he is actually very anxious in his heart.