Standing in the sky above Tianyuan City, looking down at Tianyuan City, Qin Yu was in a daze. Time passed and when he saw Tianyuan City again, Qin Yu couldn't help but sigh.
Everything in the past seems like yesterday.
And that beautiful image could not help but appear in Qin Yu's mind, but Qin Yu suppressed it forcefully.
Then, Qin Yu looked at Wujian Zun and Xuan Zhuhou and said, "Master, please wait here for me for a while."
The priest lived in seclusion in Anping Town. Apparently he didn't want to care about the world, so he went to Anping Town alone.
"Okay!" Lord Wujian and Lord Xuan both nodded in response.
Qin Yu flew to Anping Town alone.
The strong winds that scared Qin Yu in the past seemed to no longer exist now.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Qin Yu arrived at Anping Town.
"Brother Huangping??" Someone on the city wall saw Qin Yu and exclaimed.
"Luo Feng!" Qin Yu looked at the young man and recognized him at a glance as the son of Luo Nu Long from the Nu God Clan.
"Brother Huangping is back!" Luo Feng roared fiercely, and his voice echoed over the entire Anping Town.
Soon, many figures appeared on the city wall of Anping Town.
"Brother Huang Ping!" A voice of surprise sounded, it was Huang Hu's son Huang Rulong.
Qin Yu looked at the familiar faces and felt an indescribable warmth in his heart.
Although Qin Yu has now recovered his memory, his feelings for Anping Town have not changed.
Under the welcome of everyone, Qin Yu entered Anping Town, and Huanghu, Kuangzhan, Luonulong and others stepped forward one after another.
"Huang Ping, you're back." Huang Hu looked at Qin Yu excitedly and patted Qin Yu's shoulder heavily.
"Brother Huanghu, Brother Kuang, Brother Luo..." Qin Yu shouted one by one. These people used to hunt with Qin Yu, and Qin Yu valued them very much.
"Brother Huang Ping, where is Sister Huang An?" Huang Rulong asked loudly.
Everyone in Anping Town was deeply impressed by Zhang Youyi. After all, Zhang Youyi's temper was famous at the beginning, and Zhang Youyi's feelings for Qin Yu were also visible to everyone. Therefore, they were surprised why Zhang Youyi did not come back.
Qin Yu's face was slightly stiff, but he quickly brushed it off and said, "Huang An is practicing in seclusion. When she comes out, let her come back."
When everyone heard about it, they didn't think he was there.
After chatting with everyone, Qin Yu walked towards the priest's residence.
No one else followed Qin Yu.
Half an hour later.
Qin Yu came to the place where the priest lived. Looking at the familiar house, Qin Yu's heartbeat accelerated slightly.
Having seen the terrifying strength of the priest, in Qin Yu's heart, the priest is mysterious and powerful!
When he arrived at the gate of the small courtyard, Qin Yu said respectfully: "Priest, Huang Ping is back."
"Creak!" The sound of the wooden door grinding was heard, the door was opened, and a figure walked out of the room.
What made Qin Yu's heart tremble was that the priest today looked older than when he parted, and was no longer as energetic as when they first met.
I'm afraid that the priest also paid a heavy price for killing the six immortals.
This made Qin Yu hesitate.
I wonder if asking the priest to remove the power of the abyss from the sword-carrying slave will also cost the priest?
Thinking of this, Qin Yu hesitated even more.
"Back." The priest looked at Qin Yu with his cloudy eyes and said calmly.
"Huang Ping has met the priest." Qin Yu replied.
He glanced at Qin Yu's solemn look and said, "Is there something wrong when you come back this time?"
Being seen through by the priest, Qin Yu smiled bitterly, hesitated a little, and said: "Priest, to be honest, I have something to ask you, that is, how did you get rid of the power that Huang An and I had in the past?"
"You still have it with you?" the priest asked in surprise.
"No, it's a friend of mine."
"Has he come this time?" the priest asked.
Qin Yu hesitated for a moment and said: "Priest, please wait." After saying that, Qin Yu entered the space of the tombstone of gods and demons.
After a while, he brought out the sword-carrying slave.
After being moved by Qin Yu, the sword-carrying slave appeared and opened his eyes, while the priest also looked at the sword-carrying slave.
After looking around, the priest narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the sword-carrying slave, seemingly seeing something.
While the priest was looking at him, the sword-carrying slave was also looking at the priest. He seemed to see something, and the sword-carrying slave's pupils were slightly condensed.
Neither of them spoke.
Sensing the strangeness between the two of them, Qin Yu said, "Priest, do you think you can get rid of the power of the abyss in him?"
"Okay!" the priest said, looking deeply at the sword-carrying slave.
Then, Qin Yu looked at the slave carrying the sword and said, "Senior, let the priest drive away the power of the abyss for you."
The sword-carrying slave looked at the priest and said: "Okay!"
"Huang Ping, you go to the town and wait." The priest looked at Qin Yu.
Qin Yu did not doubt that he was there, and left after giving instructions to the sword-carrying slave.
After Qin Yu left, the priest slowly looked at the sword-carrying slave and said, "Fellow Taoist, I don't know what to call him."
"Sword slave!" said the sword slave.
Sword slave?
The priest pondered for a long time, but he had never heard of this name before, and then he said, "I don't know what Taoism my friend comes from."
The sword-carrying slave shook his head.
When the priest saw this, he frowned slightly. For some reason, he always felt that the person in front of him was a little strange, but he couldn't explain it specifically.
After pondering for a while, the priest said: "Close your eyes and release all that power."
The sword-backing slave nodded, slowly closed his eyes, and a powerful force of the abyss surged out.
When he defended Qin Yu from that fatal blow, he let that force rush into his body, and he has been fighting against that force all these years.
Seeing this, the priest took out a dark gourd. The gourd was only the size of a palm and didn't look very strange.
After the gourd plug was pulled open, black shadows emerged from the gourd. Under the control of the priest's mind, they madly devoured the power of the abyss.
Less than half an hour.
The power of the abyss in the sword-carrying slave was completely swallowed up by the black shadow.
Then, the black shadow returned to the gourd, put the stopper on it, and after taking the gourd back, the priest looked at the sword-carrying slave who was still sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, a trace of doubt flashing deep in his eyes.
For some reason, that inexplicable feeling came to my heart again.
About half an hour later.
The sword-carrying slave closed his eyes and slowly opened his eyes. His overall complexion was much better than before. After checking his body, he looked up at the priest and said, "Thank you very much."
"Fellow Taoist, no matter what Huang Ping's past is, he is already the guardian of our clan." The priest said.
The sword-carrying slave glanced at the priest and said, "Really?"