Chapter nine hundred and sixty seventh a little cold light
Everyone unfolded the note, glanced at it, and immediately turned pale with shock.
"The real Saint Ancestor Tongtian is dead. The Saint Ancestor Tongtian who is now on Tongtian Peak is the transformation of an ancient corpse. Don't return to the sect for the time being!"
The short line of words on the note made Du Keyi's hair stand up in shock and goosebumps spread all over his body.
"This..." Du Keyi looked at the handwriting on the note, "It seems to be the handwriting of Senior Brother Dongguo. When did he give it to me? In the Su Imperial Capital? Or in the sect?"
She desperately searched her memory, trying to figure out when and where the note came into her hands, but her mind went blank and she couldn't remember anything.
"How could Saint Ancestor Tongtian be transformed from an ancient corpse? If so, how did Brother Dongguo know about it? Is the disappearance of Brother Dongguo related to this fake Saint Ancestor Tongtian? If Saint Ancestor Tongtian was transformed from an ancient corpse, then how could the saints from other peaks know about it?
Where is the ancestor?..."
For a time, many suspicions appeared in Du Keyi's mind, and the more he thought about it, the more terrifying he felt.
She quickly stopped her thoughts, closed the note, and put it into the mustard seeds. After thinking about it, she moved the note into an empty wine jar.
Then he came out of the room and went to find senior sister Tan Xizhi.
But I searched for a whole day and couldn't find it.
She wanted to go find her master, Saint Ancestor Xiangyang, but she was frightened by her own random thoughts and stopped halfway.
"Who should I call?"
In the evening, Du Keyi returned to his room and sat at the table, feeling at a loss.
She thought of Zhou Jianlai, but felt that telling him would not help her.
"No, I can't tell senior sister."
When Du Keyi sat in a quiet room and calmed down her mind that had been in a state of panic all day, she suddenly felt lucky that she could not find her senior sister during the day.
She felt that if she told her senior sister about this matter, she would most likely inform Holy Ancestor Xiangyang immediately. If something unexpected happened to Holy Ancestor Xiangyang, then her senior sister would be in danger.
Snapped!
Du Keyi suddenly slapped himself on the forehead and thought to himself: "Is my brain really confused by drinking? I have been running around like a headless fly all day. Naturally, I should report such a big thing to the sect leader.
, I am a little girl with a weak voice, how can I solve such a big thing by myself?
But what if the sect leader also transformed from an ancient corpse?
Yes.
On the day of the finals, most of the elders and cadres in the sect will be present. I will announce it directly in public to let everyone know.
The news alarmed the entire sect, leaving ghosts and monsters with nowhere to hide."
Although he came up with a good idea, Du Keyi still had no sleep all night.
She thought about her amnesia.
No one knows how she lost her memory. She only remembers that when she woke up that day, it was just like every other day.
But when she was practicing, she suddenly found that she had been promoted to the star realm. She was so shocked that she thought she was in a dream and hadn't woken up yet.
After confirming that she was not dreaming, she excitedly ran to tell her senior sister the shocking news, and then the senior sister gave her a confused look in return.
After a conversation, the senior sister discovered that she had lost her memory.
The senior sister hurriedly took her to find the master for help. After the master diagnosed her, he shook his head and said that she might have a problem with her cultivation, resulting in memory loss, and asked her to stop practicing and rest for a while.
She had never doubted the results of Master's diagnosis, to be precise, she had no doubts.
But now she was becoming suspicious, and she couldn't help but wonder whether her amnesia was related to this incident. Did she investigate something and know something she shouldn't know, so her memory was erased?
"Congratulations to Brother Qiu for advancing to the next round! Congratulations to Brother Qiu for successfully joining the Wentian Sect. Your future is limitless!"
"Joy and rejoice together!"
Today is the competition from thirty-two to sixteen. Zhou Jianlai and Qiu Guangzhi successfully advanced. They got off the ring to congratulate each other.
But after the number drawing was over, the smile on Qiu Guangzhi's face froze because he drew the number 250.
His luck has run out.
"I originally wanted to push forward, but now there's no chance." Qiu Guangzhi sighed at Zhou Jianlai like an eggplant beaten by frost.
Zhou Jianlai patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, I went for the beauty. I can't give in. Please forgive me!"
"I can't forgive you unless... you invite me to drink!" Qiu Guangzhi said, pretending to be angry.
"No problem, I'll let you try my wine tonight." Zhou Jianlai readily agreed.
On the second day, in the ring, Zhou Jianlai drew his sword and fought Qiu Guangzhi for hundreds of rounds, giving Qiu Guangzhi enough face, and then forced him off the ring with one sword blow.
The battle in the next ring ended early, with No. 222 Huang Peng's sword ending the battle.
This person has defeated his opponent with only one sword in every match so far.
His sword is so fast that it is impossible to see clearly.
At the moment, he and Zhou Jianlai are the two most vocal candidates for winning the championship, and there is also Qu Zhou, No. 150.
"Wow!"
When Qu Zhou's hand pulled out the number two hundred and twenty-two from the number plate box, there was an exclamation in the square.
Zhou Jianlai's opponent was a swordsman in the ninth level of heaven, with fierce fighting power, but he was obviously unable to make waves under Zhou Jianlai's sword.
Eight into four, there are only four games, and there is enough time, so there are not four arenas going on at the same time, but one competition after another.
Zhou Jianlai and his opponent the swordsman were the first to take the stage.
The spectators below the ring did not expect the swordsman to defeat Zhou Jianlai, but only expected to see if he could force Zhou Jianlai to draw his sword.
The swordsman himself thought so too. He felt that if he could force Zhou Jian to draw his sword, he would win the game.
But the result was a shock to him. His full sword attack was easily broken by Zhou Jianlai's sword box, and then he was forced off the ring with a swipe.
"The gap is too big!"
"It seems that only Huang Peng can let him draw his sword."
"It's hard to say whether Huang Peng can defeat Qu Zhou."
The people watching the fight under the ring were talking a lot.
The next two games were very fierce, with No. 23 Bai Xia and No. 311 Wu Xinsi winning respectively.
Among them, No. 23 Bai Xia is seriously injured and will most likely not be able to play in tomorrow's game.
Under the expectant gaze of the spectators, Huang Peng and Qu Zhou stepped onto the ring.
Qu Zhou pointed his long sword diagonally at the ground, and his momentum surged. When the power of the stars surged out of his body, the whole audience burst into exclamations.
"The second-level mental state of the stars, please give me some advice!"
Qu Zhou slowly reported his cultivation level, hoping to shock Huang Peng, but unfortunately Huang Peng's expression was unmoved, which shocked the spectators in the audience.
Huang Peng held the hilt of the sword in his hand and gestured to draw the sword.
The battle is about to break out.
"Brother Yelu, who do you think can win between the two of them?" Qiu Guangzhi stared at the two people on the ring without blinking, clenching his fists nervously, feeling even more nervous than when he was on stage competing.
"Whoever draws the sword first loses." Zhou Jianlai responded.
Whoosh!
Qu Zhou struck first and thrust out his sword. The sword light was bright and the sword energy was raging, instantly covering Huang Peng.
Zheng!
A bit of cold light flashed in the sword light that filled the sky.
laugh!
Qu Zhou fell from the ring with blood spurting from his chest.
Everyone under the ring was shocked, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
