The Holy Sons confirmed each other's identities through the blood-stained clothes on the previous Holy Sons, and each replied.

"Senior Brother Hui, the Mirror Moon Holy Mountain is now safe and sound, the Mirror Moon Holy Lord has entered the Mahayana thirty years ago, and occasionally remembers Senior Brother ......"

"Senior brother, the Ten Thousand Beasts Holy Mansion is still there, but in recent years, the spirit beasts have occasionally eaten bad things and have diarrhea, and their strength is not as good as before......

"Senior brother, my Zhangjia Confucian Sect is still there, and I am still at the top of Wendao. ”

When all the Holy Sons heard these words, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I knew it before, the Eighteen Holy Sects were deeply rooted and difficult to change.

But when I heard my younger brothers and sisters say that everything was fine in the sect, I always felt at ease.

It's just that they are at ease, but they also have some regrets.

It's a good thing that I didn't change my name, but it's a pity to think that I missed the senior who could pass on the terrifying magic.

After all, they had seen with their own eyes that sword trick of Jian Xinchen, that sword could be said to be out of the category of monk magic, although the power was definitely not as powerful as the immortal technique, but in terms of level, that sword trick seemed to be stronger than the immortal technique.

It was a sword that was enough to smash the cause and effect of time, space, and fate.

If there is such a technique, changing the name is simply a trivial matter!

The soul of a previous Holy Son searched for a long time, and he did not find a Holy Son wearing the same uniform as himself, but then he saw a mysterious fish that did not have any previous Holy Son recognition.

Yu Xuanji saw that there was no soul of the previous Holy Son to talk to him at this time, and he was not in a hurry.

She also knew that although her Duobao Holy Pavilion was also an Eighteen Holy Sect, it was not one of those ancient sects with deep roots that had been passed down from generation to generation.

All this is still in recent years, Yu Changge has been running with his extraordinary business talent, but he is just the existence of an upstart. The last time the Qitian Road was opened, the Duobao Sacred Pavilion was just a relatively large family, and it was not qualified to enter the Qitian Road at all.

Therefore, naturally there will not be any remnants of the previous Holy Son in this Divergent Path, to be precise, Yu Xuanji is the first Saint Son to embark on the Divergent Path in the Duobao Sacred Pavilion.

But Yu Xuanji knows that the soul of the Holy Son who didn't find his sect doesn't know.

The Holy Son's soul looked at Yu Xuanji's clothes and dress, and was slightly stunned.

"It seems that a hundred years have passed, and the clothes of the sect have also changed. The Holy Son's soul walked up to Yu Xuanji's side, his tone was complicated, and his face was melancholy: "Is the sect okay now?"

Yu Xuanji nodded: "It's okay." ”

The Holy Son's soul breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that my Red Flame Holy Sect is indeed as strong as ever. Senior sister, let's ...... the Red Flame Holy Sect"

"Chiyan Holy Sect?" Yu Xuanji was stunned for a moment, then understood something, shook his head slightly, and said: "This senior brother, you may have made a mistake, I am a senior adult, and your old man has eaten a person from the sect." ”

"What!" The Holy Son's soul face changed slightly, but then his expression relaxed, and he said with a smile: "I didn't expect that my Chiyan Holy Sect was also favored by that senior, and passed down such a terrifying spell!"

"Not bad, not bad!"

"I, the Red Flame Holy Sect, have been at their peak and glory, and I am proud and immortal!"

Yu Xuanji: "......"

Yu Xuanji was silent for a long time, and stopped talking several times, and finally couldn't hold back and said, "Senior brother, you may have misunderstood." ”

"Your Chiyan Holy Sect hasn't changed its name. ”

"It's really gone......"

"Huh?" the Holy Son's soul was instantly stunned, "You really aren't from the Red Flame Holy Sect?"

"Well, I'm from the Duobao Sacred Pavilion. Yu Changge nodded, "The Chiyan Holy Sect has been weakening in the past hundred years, and it was expelled from the Eighteen Holy Sects five years ago, and it was replaced by my Duobao Holy Pavilion. ”

"And since losing the position of the Eighteen Holy Sects, the Red Flame Holy Sect, which has been weakening day by day, is like a piece of fat with a thousand-year inheritance, and it is quickly eaten away by other sects. ”

"This, how is this possible...... The Holy Son's soul looked confused, "My Red Flame Holy Sect is like the sky, how can I be reduced to this, this, who did this? This is a deep hatred in the sea of blood! This Holy Son wants to kill him and avenge the sect!"

Yu Xuanji naturally knew about these things a few years ago, and said at the moment: "Oh, it seems that after the death of Liu Chi, the most promising and most valued holy son of their sect a hundred years ago, the head of the sect could not bear this blow, went mad, and died depressed, and it has not worked since then...... If you want to find someone to take revenge, then go to Liu Chi. ”

The Holy Son's soul had a complicated expression.

"I am Liu Chi......"

The whole body of the Holy Son's soul was a little stupid.

Unexpectedly, the Chiyan Holy Sect was actually harmed by himself......

But except for this Holy Son Soul, the other Holy Son Souls chatted happily with the Holy Son present.

After all, no matter what, everyone is a family.

"By the way, who is that person just now......" A Holy Son Soul suddenly mentioned the young man who had just rushed over.

As soon as these words came out, the other Holy Son souls also asked.

"yes, who was that guy with you?"

"Which kind of Holy Sect's ruthless person is that person, who is actually chasing those ghost cultivators and running wildly?"

"Although it's just an ordinary Qi cultivator, I'm afraid that my strength is beyond what we can think about. ”

"Who's that?"

Jian Xinchen was the first to reply, "That person is Zhang Feng." ”

"Zhang Feng, who?"

"I've never heard of it. ”

"Lizhou Qilinzi, Wufeng Holy Son, Daomen Holy Son, Master of Ten Thousand Buddhas, Holy Master of Wendao...... Zhang Feng. Jian Xinchen summed it up simply.

The souls of those holy sons all gasped.

"Leaving the state, that remote place that is shackled?"

"There was such a ruthless person?"

"With so many titles, it's really not in vain!"

"This Zhang Feng is really a peerless man!"

"It's just, what is he doing now, why hasn't he come back? won't he still be chasing?"

And at this time.

Zhang Feng is indeed still chasing.

It's just that at this time, he is no longer chasing hundreds of ghost cultivators.

It's tens of thousands of ghost cultivators!

The mighty and ghostly breath covers the sky and the earth, rolls the sky, the black wind blows, and the sand and stones fly!

The netherworld aura emitted by the tens of thousands of ghost cultivators who fled was like turning a piece of heaven and earth into the end of the world, and it was terrifying!

But what was chasing them was just an ordinary Qi cultivator.

But even so, they didn't dare to stop at all, and those ghostly faces were all panicked and full of fear at this moment!

On the other hand, Zhang Feng, although his breath was as weak as an ant, he did not have a little fear on his face, but shouted loudly with a look of urging and dissatisfaction:

"Don't run!"

"Please, don't run away!"

"You're all tens of thousands together, don't you dare to fight back?"

"Believe me, I'm really just a Qi cultivator!"

"Please, fight back quickly, as long as you dare to fight back, I promise to die here directly!"