"This disciple feels ashamed of the elder's heavy responsibility. He originally wanted to continue to explore Hong's information, but he didn't want to be discovered, so he was seriously injured. Even one of his arms was lost. It was not the fault of the Hong's elders."
The man with the broken arm lowered his head in shame, shamelessly facing the sect leader and elders in the hall.
"I was injured because of the mission. It's not entirely your fault, but it's worth it to find out the person named Dongfang Zimo!" The old man with a white beard said with a sigh.
When the man with the broken arm heard this, he cried bitterly.
"Hey! Elder, that information is wrong. This person is not a martial artist as stated in the letter, but a person with real magical power!" The man with the broken arm was desperate and cried bitterly.
"The injuries on my body were caused by this person. If I hadn't escaped by luck, I would have died at the hands of this person!"
"What!"
The old man with white beard was shocked.
All the elders in the hall were surprised and talked a lot. Even the Yun clan who was sitting on the main seat looked ugly.
"I didn't expect that the person Hong Qi brought back was actually one of us!" Sect Master Yun was a little distracted and murmured.
"How does this man's mana fluctuation compare to us?" The old man with the white beard seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly asked the man with the broken arm.
"This..." The man with the broken arm hesitated a little, as if he was wondering whether he should say it or not.
"But it doesn't matter!" the old man with a white beard ordered and frowned upon seeing this.
"Yes! To be honest, in my opinion, this person's magic power is probably not inferior to the elders, or even... even higher than the elders."
"Seriously!" Elder Peng, who was tall and round, suddenly shouted loudly.
"It's true! That man's mana fluctuations are not inferior to those of the elders. Just looking at him from a distance makes me feel scared..." The man with the broken arm was not only because he lost too much blood but was also frightened. His lips were actually completely bloodless.
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"Okay, you can go down and heal your wounds!" Sect Master Yun waved his hand with a heavy expression.
"Yes! Thank you, Sect Master!" After the man with the broken arm finished speaking, he was helped down.
At this moment, there was almost silence in the hall, as if waiting for the Yun clan leader to speak.
"Elder Yun, what do you think?"
After a while, Sect Master Yun asked the old man with a white beard.
"Sect Master, I think that since this boy has such power, why not recruit him?" After thinking for a moment, the white-bearded old man said something that surprised everyone.
"Well, I have the same intention!" Sect Master Yun nodded, showing a long-lost smile.
"Don't worry, Sect Master, this matter will be left to me." The old man with a white beard seemed very confident.
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A quiet room in the Hong clan.
"Zijian...Zijian!" Dongfang Zimo shouted, and then woke up from his dream.
After Dongfang Zimo woke up for the first time and saw clearly the environment in front of him, his excitement calmed down.
"My little friend has finally woken up. It's not like I wasted my time on saving him."
Just when Dongfang Zimo was still confused, an old man's voice came from outside.
Dongfang Zimo walked out with a puzzled expression.
I saw an old man wearing a blue Taoist robe. Although it was just a back view, I could see a trace of extraordinary aura from him.
"May I ask who you are, senior?" Dongfang Zimo was very curious about this strange guest.
"I'm Zhou Yin, I'm here to disturb you, I think you won't mind, right?" the old man in blue robe said with a laugh.
"It turns out to be Senior Zhou. Senior has taken the trouble to come here. How dare I not welcome you?" Dongfang Zimo said with a smile.
"I won't say much to be polite, but do you remember the brutal murder of the disciples of the Hong family a few days ago?" The old man Zhou Yin's smile immediately disappeared, and he stared at Dongfang Zimo with sharp eyes.
"A disciple of the Hong family was brutally killed? May I ask, senior, who did this?" Dongfang Zimo immediately became serious when he saw the evil look in his eyes.
"You really don't know? Just the day before yesterday, a man with messy hair and a sharp sword suddenly rushed into the Hong family's sect and killed the Hong family's children wildly. It was very scary. Do you really not know about this?" The tone of the old man Zhou Yin seemed to be
Some came to ask questions without being polite at all.
"Junior was only admiring flowers in the pavilion and wiping his sword the day before yesterday, and did not go anywhere else. Senior came here this time, did he suspect what he did?" Dongfang Zimo felt something was wrong, his face darkened, and he said coldly.
The old man Zhou Yin stared at Dongfang Zimo for a long time, and finally laughed and said: "It seems that this matter is not my fault. No wonder, how can a person whose mind has been invaded by evil spirits know everything he has done?"
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"Senior, what do you mean?" The old man's words made Dongfang Zimo feel even more confused.
"You really don't know, so I'll tell you the truth. In fact, the lunatic I just mentioned was my little friend. That day, the little friend was holding a sharp sword in his hand and slashed at anyone he saw. His evil spirit was so strong that even one
A spy who sneaked into the Hong clan also had one of his arms chopped off by me. If I and Elder Hong hadn't arrived, I'm afraid the consequences would have been disastrous."
"Haha, Senior Zhou, please don't spread rumors just because you are an elder." Dongfang Zimo obviously didn't believe what the old man said.
"You are right to think so, but everything I said is true. Do you think you have been restless and even irritable these past few days?"
"How do you know? Even so, it doesn't mean that the madman is me, right?" Dongfang Zimo was a little surprised when the old man told him about his recent situation, but he still said doubtfully.
"I won't beat around the bush, but what is this sword for you?" The old man Zhou Yin pointed at the sword on Dongfang Zimo's waist and said.
"This sword has always been with me, but I don't know its origin yet. Could it be that Senior Zhou knows about this sword?" Dongfang Zimo dragged his sword and sighed. But he looked at the old man with some excitement from behind.
"Do you know what the harm is?" Zhou Yin frowned and ignored Dongfang Zimo's question.
"I don't know." Dongfang Zimo was a little surprised, but still answered truthfully.
After hearing this, the old man walked back and forth in the same place with a solemn expression. Suddenly, his wrinkled eyes stared at Dongfang Zimo.
"You can't keep this sword. It's better to abandon it as soon as possible. It's best to destroy it to prevent it from falling into the hands of others and causing endless harm!" The old man Zhou Yin suddenly grabbed Dongfang Zimo's hand and ordered.
"Why did Senior Zhou say this? Is this junior's sword inappropriate?" Dongfang Zimo had already been suspicious when he saw the old man's suspicious look. After hearing this, he felt that this man was a bit nonsense.
"Hmph! Let me tell you the truth. You fainted and lost your mind the day before yesterday, all because of the sword. This sword is so evil that even I dare not keep it. If you keep wearing this sword on your body, it will
It will slowly erode your mind, and one day it will turn you into a demon who only knows how to kill! I see that your mind is well now, but the evil spirit must have been in your body for a long time. You should abandon this sword early to save your life!
"Old man Zhou Yin kept talking about the dangers of this sword.