Chapter 2012: A Catastrophe

After the personnel were packed up, Bai Chen led a large group of people and finally headed towards the Zhuxian Sword Sect.

At present, the whereabouts of Fatty and Meng Yao are unknown. He is actually very anxious. As long as he can send everyone out of Beichen as soon as possible, he will do his best to find the whereabouts of his companions.

Originally, as long as they return to the Zhuxian Sword Sect, these people can go to the Central Region smoothly, but everything is not as peaceful as imagined.

Just as Bai Chen's people were on the road, the Zhuxian Sword Sect received a letter from the Xinglan Altar.

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In the hall, Xuan Zhen opened the letter with trembling hands. Inside, there was a letter as white as snow and a red sword tassel.

This sword tassel is Fuqing's thing.

Xuan Zhen spread out the letter, and his snow-white eyebrows gradually frowned. The five elders in the hall sat aside, and looked at Xuan Zhen's gradually gloomy face with Ye Jianxin, and the atmosphere became depressed.

At the end, Xuan Zhen suddenly exhaled a long, turbid breath, and his old face lost its radiance, replaced by endless vicissitudes.

"Brother, what does the letter say?"

Ye Jianxin saw that Xuan Zhen's breath was a little disordered. As a fellow apprentice for tens of thousands of years, he knew Xuan Zhen very well and could imagine that something big might happen this time.

Xuan Zhen slowly raised his head and looked directly at Ye Jianxin, his old eyes flickering slightly: "Nothing, you don't care about anything, just wait for Bai Chen to come back, I have something to go out for."

After saying that, Xuan Zhen stood up straight, waved his palm in the air, and a dark space crack appeared in front of him.

Seeing this, Ye Jianxin hurriedly grabbed him, and Ji Xuqing also stood up suddenly: "Master, I see Qing'er's sword tassel in the envelope. Could it be that she has fallen into the hands of Xinglan Altar?!"

"Nothing, I will deal with it."

Xuan Zhen forced a laugh and tried to break free from Ye Jianxin's palm, but he couldn't break free.

"Brother, if Fu Qing really falls into their hands, with your cultivation, you are not enough to fight against them. We are companions of the same sect and also the closest family. If there is anything, you should speak up and we will find a solution together. Otherwise, if we fall into the enemy's trap, all we will wait for will be the destruction of everyone!"

"Yes, Uncle Ye is right!" Mo Xian also advised.

The old eyes looked directly at Ye Jianxin, and Xuan Zhen's face gradually twisted because of grief: "The letter said... The master of the Xinglan Temple has personally brought Qing'er to the ruins of the Immortal King Sect, and he only gave us one hour. If we don't go, he will kill Qing'er in public..."

"Master? Qi Yuan?!"

Hearing this name, the whole audience was horrified.

Qi Yuan is the newly promoted golden robe elder of Xinglan Temple. He came to Beichen with his junior brother 30,000 years ago and founded Xinglan Temple.

What is the golden robe elder?

In Xinglan Temple, there are different positions. The highest commander is the Emperor of Heaven, who dominates the entire Xinglan Continent.

Under the Emperor of Heaven, there are twelve war gods headed by the Leo God of War.

These people live in the Starry Sky Temple, their whereabouts are mysterious, and they rarely come to the mortal world.

The one sitting in the Starry Sky Temple is the Great Elder.

In addition to the two sons who are mysterious, the third son married into the Starry Pavilion, and the most powerful are the ten Saint Elders.

Under the Saint Elders, there are three levels of Great Elders.

The first level is the Golden Robe Great Elder, the second level is the Silver Robe Great Elder, and the third level is the Black Robe Great Elder.

The other elders under the Black Robe Great Elder are the White Robe Elders.

The master of the Starry Sky Temple is the Golden Robe Great Elder!

Hearing Xuan Zhen's words, Ji Xuqing hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "Master, you are not his opponent, you must not go!"

"Yes, Master, if you go there now, it is tantamount to sending yourself to death!" Su Po also advised on the side.

Seeing this, Xuan Zhen had a bitter look on his face, and he raised his old eyes with tears in his eyes helplessly: "Qing'er is still there, I only have this one daughter, if I don't go, am I going to watch my daughter die?"

For a moment, the whole audience was filled with grief and indignation.

"What happened to Qing'er and Youzhu? They disappeared together, I thought they went out to play, how did they fall into the hands of Xinglan Altar!"

Su Po was shaking with anger.

If it were any other time, Fuqing's mischief would be fine, but now was the time for them to confront Xinglan Altar. As long as Baichen came back, everyone could evacuate this place. If Fuqing was caught by the enemy at this time, wouldn't it cost them their lives!

"There is no time, I really..."

"Brother!" Ye Jianxin suddenly grabbed Xuan Zhen's arm, his calm eyes showed a firmness: "I'll go this time. Even if he is the leader of Xinglan Temple, it won't be easy to defeat me."

"Brother, since he dared to lead us there, it proves that there must be an ambush. If Xinglan Temple has already joined forces with Wanchao Pavilion..."

"No. With the nature of Xinglan Temple, it will definitely not form an alliance with Wanchao Pavilion, and they don't bother to form an alliance with Wanchao Pavilion." Ye Jianxin waved his hand and tore the space.

Staring blankly at the back that walked into the void, Xuan Zhen half opened his mouth and wanted to call him.

At this moment, he really wanted to make a decision and make the right choice between his brother and his daughter.

However, the little things that his daughter usually accompanied him at his knees, and the father-daughter relationship, did not make him shout this sentence after all.

As the space cracks dissipated, Ye Jianxin finally disappeared in the hall. Looking at Xuan Zhen's tears, Ji Xuqing choked twice and finally couldn't help sighing: "Alas, in the end, we spoiled her..."

"Who said it wasn't. Fuqing was so sensible and cute when she was young. It was all because of us old guys who only knew how to practice and didn't know how to educate people that Fuqing made such a big mistake today. When the uncle brings her back, we really can't spoil her like that anymore."

The people in the hall were still smiling bitterly and shaking their heads. At this time, they still attributed the mistakes to themselves, and didn't blame Fuqing at all.

Fuqing lived in the Zhuxian Sword Sect for thousands of years.

The most proud little princess...

The ruins of the Immortal King Sect became more desolate after the battle of the two gods.

There were scorched earth and rubble everywhere.

At this time, Fuqing was tied to a broken stone pillar, her pale face was bloodless.

In front of her, a white-haired old man stood with his hands behind his back, staring into the distance, with spiritual power surrounding his fingertips.

"You bunch of liars, let me go, or my father and uncle will not let you go!" Fu Qing's delicate shout resounded through the sky.