Chapter 205: Remnants of the Ghost Blade Sect

"My Lord, the Zhuji Pavilion sent a letter to remind us that the foreign cult has made a comeback. Let us pay attention to this matter." At the top of the cliff, an old man saluted the person sitting cross-legged on the cliff in front of him and said respectfully.

The person sitting cross-legged was wearing loose clothes, with a majestic back and a head of black hair casually draped, dancing freely in the mountain wind.

A simple and red long sword was slung across his waist and back.

This person is the world's number one sword master!

"Then send some people to take a look." The sword master said in a neutral voice.

"Yes." The old man agreed, and suddenly hesitated and said: "Young Master has always wanted to go down the mountain to travel."

"Let him go with you."

"Okay, I'll go and notify him now." The old man nodded and retreated.

On the broken wall on the other side of the sword cliff, there were countless sword blades densely inserted, which looked like there were tens of thousands of them.

Some sword blades were already rusty, and some sword blades were broken and only half of them were left.

Halfway up the cliff, between the swords, there is a small stone platform.

On the stone platform, a young man is meditating with his eyes closed. On his knees, a long sword is placed.

It is unknown what material this sword is made of. From the hilt to the blade, it is a light blue metallic color, which is natural.

The man has a handsome appearance, a cold and solemn temperament, and is wearing a purple-black brocade.

"Young Master, with the permission of the Lord, you can go down the mountain."

The old man stepped on the sword blades one by one from the cliff, floated down, and spoke.

As soon as these words came out, the eyelids of the sitting man trembled slightly, and then he opened his eyes, his eyes were deep and cold.

"What's the matter?"

"In the northern Wangyue County, there are evil cults from outside the domain causing trouble. We need to check it out." The old man explained.

"Yes."

At the same time, after receiving the news from Zhuji Pavilion, other hidden sects also responded one after another and sent out exploration teams.

Back then, a ghost knife sect suddenly appeared, stirring up the bloody storm of the entire Dahan Dynasty, and its influence is still there today.

In order to prevent the recurrence of history, these hidden sects could not be calm and indifferent to this matter.

In addition to the hidden sects dispatching people and horses, some top sects or forces in the world were also a little restless after learning about this matter, and sent spies or support teams to fight against foreign enemies together.

For a time, the entire Wangyue County became lively.

As the news of Zhuji Pavilion spread, most of the world paid attention to the invasion of the foreign cult.

After some time, the fog continued to spread for a few days, engulfing more mountains and land, and destroying more villages and towns.

And the trend of the fog spreading to the interior of the Dahan Dynasty did not stop at all.

At the edge of the fog, the fog suddenly rolled violently.

The next moment, several figures rushed out in a panic. They were dressed in white clothes with crescent patterns, which were the uniforms of the disciples of Wangyue Pavilion.

One of them was Guan Weijing.

"What should we do? The elder is still inside!"

"We can't help if we stay. Go back and ask for help!" Guan Weijing gritted his teeth and suggested.

At this moment, he not only looked miserable, but also had serious injuries and was covered in blood.

If he didn't go back, his life would be in danger. How could he be willing to continue to procrastinate here?

"You go back and ask for help, as soon as possible!" Fang Yingru said, and went into the fog again without looking back.

He looked older and more stable among the disciples. He was one of the core disciples of Wangyue Pavilion. Because he entered the mountain gate earlier and his talent and qualifications were also top-notch, his strength was far stronger than Guan Weijing.

He was one of the top three disciples of Wangyue Pavilion in terms of strength, and it was almost certain that he would enter the Heavenly Ranking in the future!

"Only one person can go back to ask for help, Junior Brother Guan, you go back!"

After seeing the other brothers say this, they all plunged into the fog and disappeared.

Guan Weijing was left with an uncertain expression. He didn't expect that these brothers would be so tough in a critical moment.

This made him look like a deserter, and it was a bit embarrassing to flee back to the mountain gate alone.

"Humph!" However, Guan Weijing finally ran towards the mountain gate without hesitation.

In any case, returning to the fog is a matter of life and death!

In the Moon-Watching Pavilion.

"Weijing, why are you the only one back! Where is Elder Zhou?" The deacon guarding the mountain gate saw Guan Weijing covered in blood and immediately stopped him and asked.

"I, I came back to ask for help. We bumped into the remnants of the Ghost Blade Sect in the fog!" Guan Weijing said hurriedly, panting.

"What!" The deacon's face changed drastically when he heard the three words "Ghost Blade Sect".

"The elder and Brother Fang are still waiting for support from the mountain gate. I want to see the Pavilion Master!" Guan Weijing said anxiously.

"Let's go, Junior Brother, follow me up the mountain!" The steward did not dare to delay and stop them. The two of them returned to the Moon Viewing Pavilion in a hurry.

The news quickly alarmed the senior leaders of the Moon Viewing Pavilion and the strong men of the older generation.

Many of them even experienced the events of more than 60 years ago and were extremely afraid of the Ghost Blade Sect.

In the meeting hall, the strong men of the Moon Viewing Pavilion rarely gathered together. Each of them had a strong aura and exuded amazing energy fluctuations, as if they had their own magnetic fields, making the air in the entire hall seem to be solidified and frozen.

"This matter should be handled urgently, Yuehan, where is Pavilion Master Su?" An old man asked in the meeting hall.

"My sister had a feeling more than a month ago and is in seclusion. She was told not to call her unless it was a matter of life and death. Now I am fully responsible for many matters in the pavilion." Su Yuehan said.

"Oh!" Another elderly elder heard this and his eyes lit up. He said, "After so many years, could it be that his internal energy cultivation is finally going to break through!"

When the other elders in the pavilion heard this, they were also shocked and looked at Su Yuehan, the deputy pavilion master, wanting to get accurate information from her.

It seems that whether their pavilion master has broken through is more important than saving people.

"Everyone will know about this matter when my sister comes out of retreat. Now someone needs to go to support." Su Yuehan turned back to the business and said.

"Zhou Yan's strength is not weak, but he was forced to this point. This matter is not trivial. I will go." A white-bearded old man said.

Su Yuehan heard this and nodded, "Thank you for everything, elder Hou."

"No problem." Hou Chuanzheng waved his hand and turned around and left.

After leaving the hall, he hastily pointed out a few mountain gate deacons and headed towards the fog.

Although Guan Weijing was very reluctant, he had to return to the fog and lead the support team after simply treating his injuries.

"Yan'er, do you think Brother Fang and the others are okay?" Shen Xueyu frowned as the news spread.

She had been on the mountain for so many years, and had never seen Wangyue Pavilion so chaotic, even the elders who went out could not return.

Liu Yan'er shook her head. The development of this incident was not what the disciples of the mountain gate like them could have expected.

"Brother Fang is so powerful, and Elder Hou has gone there, so I think he should be okay"

"The evil cultists outside the domain are really scary"

"Yeah"

Liu Yan'er said, feeling a little worried, looking back at the hall in the distance, her master was there, coordinating the overall situation.