Four hundred and ninetieth chapters under the battle of Fukui
A few days later, Mo Wen returned to Mo Luo Cave, without disturbing anyone, and silently passed through the sword array guarding the mountain and fell into Mo Luo Palace.
The bloody-haired killing clone suddenly opened his blood-colored pupils, and his cold gaze did not contain any emotion. The aura of the killing clone was now even more profound and unpredictable.
After Mo Wen looked at the self opposite him who had no emotions and only reason, he stepped forward and the two bodies suddenly merged together. The blood color in the pupils of the killing clone sitting cross-legged quickly faded, and in the blink of an eye it completely returned to black.
, there was also a trace of fluctuation in the emotionless eyes.
Whoa, Mo Wen stood up with a long body, and the bones in his body made a clear and crisp sound.
With a casual stroke into the air to the side, a gap opened in the void, but this time the space gap was extremely stable, and no power of annihilation escaped from it.
"Is this the womb hiding space?"
Mo Wen probed his sword sense inside. Inside was a spherical space with a radius of about a hundred feet. The space structure was extremely stable, but there was no air or spiritual energy inside. It was like an enlarged version of the sword pouch space.
Of course, this will not be a sword pouch, but a subspace refined using Kongming Stone and Star Sand. It exists in the void interlayer, with the sword embryo as the space attachment node, so it is called the fetal treasure space. This is a condensed
The sword fetus is the patent of the spirit sword master. This kind of sub-space is much safer than the sword pouch. The sword pouch can be snatched away, but in the fetus hiding space, no one can touch the contents inside as long as the owner is not willing. Of course, there is one point.
The shortcoming is that even if the owner dies, the fetal hidden space will be forever exiled in the void turbulence, and the things inside will never be found again. Because of this, some sword masters will not keep all important things.
I carry it with me just in case I have an accident, and those things can be passed on to my descendants.
After thinking for a moment, Mo Wen transferred some of the less important items such as the spirit stones in the sword bag into a part of the womb storage space. After all, killing clones was more about fighting, and the main body was still his sword body and the second blood clone.
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"It's time to leave."
Mo Wen appeared in the sky above Mo Luo Palace in a flash, then tore open the space barrier and stepped in...
Haotian City has become lively again after being quiet for two years, with countless spirit sword masters flocking here. Because right here, a meeting related to the fate of all Haotian Mansion spirit sword masters will be held.
In the main hall of the grand and majestic Haotian Palace, Patriarch Chang Geng sat at the head of the table, and three sword-level spirit sword masters sat below him in turn. In the other seat was the Ice Lotus Patriarch of the Ice Lotus Sword Sect, and the entire Ice Lotus
There is currently only one ancestor in the Sword Sect, which seems a bit lonely. There are still three empty seats below.
"Hahahaha, fellow Taoist Chang Geng and fellow Taoist Binglian are here okay?"
With a bold laugh, the Wanxiang Ancestor strode into the main hall. Behind him, three sword masters belonging to the Wanxiang Sword Sect stepped in one after another and chose to take a seat opposite the Changgeng Sword Sect.
Patriarch Binglian smiled slightly: "Brother Wanxiang Taoist, why don't you see fellow Taoist Tianxie?"
"Thank you for your concern, Fellow Daoist Binglian, I am here!"
Following a faint hum, two figures appeared in the main hall one after another, the leader of which was Tianxie Sword Lord Fei Buwen.
At this moment, a slightly sarcastic voice rang out: "I heard that fellow Taoist Tianxie was injured two years ago. I wonder if it's easier now. I would be really sorry if I came here injured."
The speaker was none other than Patriarch Chang Geng's chief disciple, Splitting Wind Sword Master, who was looking at Fei Buwen in the hall with a playful look on his face.
Fei Buwen's face darkened, and the corners of his eyes twitched violently twice. The battle two years ago was his biggest pain now! He was seriously injured by two juniors who had just entered the sword fetus and escaped. There is still a trace of the sword fetus.
The dark wounds are not healed!
"Your Majesty is not concerned about my affairs!"
Fei Buwen snorted coldly and sat down on the seat next to Wanxiang Sword Sect.
Ancestor Wanxiang chuckled and changed the subject: "There are still three Taoist friends from the Cangtian Sword Sect left."
"They are already here." Patriarch Chang Geng raised his head.
Three figures walked into the hall at the same time.
"God damn (Ji Yin, Lan Ji) has met all the venerables."
"Three fellow Taoists, you don't need to be so polite." Ancestor Wanxiang greeted enthusiastically: "Come on, take a seat here."
Mo Wen took a look and saw that the place Wanxiang Patriarch was pointing to was the seat on the right side of the Wanxiang Sword Sect. However, this was the only seat left among the five. He had no other choice, so he bowed his hand to Wanxiang Patriarch.
Walked over with Yuxin and Lan.
After everyone was seated, Patriarch Chang Geng looked around and said in a deep voice: "As you all know, in three years there will be a catastrophe of the blood moon. Sword pavilions at all levels must form expeditionary armies to conquer outside the territory, and our Haotian Mansion is no exception.
.But a snake cannot survive without a head, and an army has no soul without a commander, so the expeditionary army must have a leader to lead our Haotian Mansion expeditionary army. Therefore, the main purpose of this meeting is to select this commander. I am Fugege
Lord, the responsibility lies with you, so the position of coach can only arise between you. You can tell me what you think."
"What else is there to say? My master, the Venerable Wanxiang, is the second most powerful person in the palace. This time, the position of the palace leader must belong to my master!" the Venerable Wanhua said loudly.
The Splitting Wind Sword Master directly retorted: "What a joke! Can you be the commander if you are strong? This is to lead the army in a battle, not a duel in the ring! I must say that the Ice Lotus Master is highly respected and proficient in formations, so he is in this position.
Best choice!”
"He is highly respected? Isn't my master highly respected? There is no one in the entire palace who has not heard of his name!"
"It's a pity that it's not a prestigious reputation, but a vicious reputation, right?" Splitting Wind Sword Lord sneered.
"You are bold!" Venerable Wanhua scolded angrily.
"There are more bold ones, do you want to listen?"
"I……"
"That's enough!" A majestic cold shout echoed in the hall.
Patriarch Chang Geng glanced at Patriarch Wanxiang: "Since Fellow Daoist Wanxiang and Fellow Daoist Binglian have the highest voices, let's vote the old way and the one with the highest votes will be selected. Do you have any objections?"
Ancestor Wanxiang smiled slightly: "I have no objections. Everything will be presided over by the Pavilion Master."
Ancestor Binglian looked calm: "I have no objection."
Tianxie Sword Lord said coldly: "I agree."
Finally, everyone's eyes fell on Mo Wen and the other three. Mo Wen smiled lightly: "Since you have already decided, we will not have any objections."
Patriarch Chang Geng withdrew his gaze and said in a calm voice: "Well, let's start from me. I support fellow Taoist Binglian."
"I also support Lord Ice Lotus." Lord Split Wind Sword looked provocatively in the direction of Wanxiang Sword Sect and Tianxie Sword Sect.
"I also support Venerable Ice Lotus."
"I also support it."
The other two ancestors of the Chang Geng Sword Sect each voted for Lord Ice Lotus. In this way, Lord Ice Lotus suddenly received four votes, temporarily leading the way.
Now it was Tianxie Sword Sect's turn. Fei Buwen glanced at the crowd and said, "I support fellow Taoist Wanxiang."
It was the turn of Venerable Mingxin from the Tianxie Sword Sect, with no expression on his old face: "I abstain from voting."
Lord Tianxie Sword's eyes turned cold, and he stared at Lord Mingxin fiercely, but the other party was not moved at all, and did not even look at him, leaving his anger in vain.
A hint of gloom flashed across the face of the Wanxiang Ancestor, but it quickly dissipated. Next, it was his turn to vote for the Wanxiang Sword Sect. As a candidate, he naturally could not vote by himself.
"We all support Master." Master Wanhua Sword Master glared at Master Split Wind.
Patriarch Chang Geng responded calmly: "Fellow Taoist Wanxiang received three votes again. Adding the previous vote, the total is four votes."
Four to four! Draw! Everyone’s eyes involuntarily fell on Mo Wen and the three of them. In a sense, the final choice of the governor fell on these three newcomers. Whoever they supported would be the winner.
Win!
Don’t ask if there is anyone who wants to wait. He smiles lightly and says, “I support the Venerable Wanxiang.”
Several sword masters from the Wanxiang Sword Sect immediately showed joy on their faces, while several masters from the Changgeng Sword Sect were deeply disappointed, and the Splitting Wind Sword Master glared at Mo Wen fiercely. The ancestor of Wanxiang Sword looked reserved.
He smiled brightly, nodded to Mo Wen, and almost patted Mo Wen on the shoulder: You did a good job, I appreciate you very much.
Ancestor Binglian clearly showed a hint of regret in his eyes. He shook his head and lowered his gaze, seeming to have lost interest in the position of palace chief.
Patriarch Chang Geng's eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't express anything. He said calmly: "Fellow Taoist Wanxiang received one more vote. Adding the previous four votes, the total is five votes."
"Haha, congratulations, Master, for winning the position of leader!" Wanhua Sword Master couldn't wait to congratulate the Wanxiang Ancestor.
The ancestor of Wanxiang made a serious face: "Don't talk nonsense, the voting is not over yet."
Although he was scolding, there was no hint of blame in his tone, and he was obviously acquiescing to his beloved disciple's congratulations.
"Yes, yes, it's my disciple who's being presumptuous." The Wanhua Sword Master acknowledged the crime with a smile.
Patriarch Chang Geng looked at Yu Xin and Lan: "Ji Yin Sword Master, Lan Ji Ling Master, who do you think is the most suitable person to be the chief of Haotian Mansion?"
Lan smiled and glanced at the expectant ancestors of the Wanxiang Sword Sect: "My sister and I are both women, so naturally we favor women."
These words were a bit convoluted, and many of the venerables present did not react for a moment. Wanhuan Sword Master was about to express his congratulations in front of his master, but as soon as he stood up, he suddenly realized that there was something wrong with Lan's words, and he took a closer look.
, his face suddenly became as if he had swallowed a tortoise, and he was white and rosy with purple in the red!
The Splitting Wind Sword Master was just about to stand up and angrily scold these new sages who were colluding with the Wanxiang Sword Sect, but the words that came out of his mouth turned into a monotonous "Ah", and the whole person was stunned on the spot, and then suddenly reacted,
Laugh loudly.
"Hahahaha! I'm laughing so hard, Wan Hua, what are you congratulating your master for? Did you lose the election? Haha... No, it's making me laugh!" Lord Liifeng exaggeratedly covered his stomach.
Ancestor Ice Lotus was also stunned for a moment. She had given up completely, but she didn't expect that there would be a dramatic turn at the last moment. No one thought that the three newly promoted venerables of the Hidden Sky Sword Sect would dare to do this.
You are blatantly showing off to Patriarch Wanxiang! This is simply a slap in the face!
The face of the ancestor of Wanxiang was dripping with gloomy water. The breath in his body was rising and falling, and there was a possibility of rioting at any time. The jade table carved from jade in front of him turned into powder under his huge energy.
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"You are seeking death!"
The four words were almost squeezed out from between the teeth, and the frightening aura of the peak of the late stage of the sword instantly swept through the entire hall, and a violent sword soul force blasted towards Mo Wen and the others!