Chapter 327: Clearing the Long River, Blank Portrait

The long river under the night is always so quiet.

But at this moment, the quietness no longer exists. A flood beast is like a meteorite falling from the sky, smashing into the calm lake surface. The quietness turned into a whistling sound and began to spread in the long river.

Su Mu walked to the surface of the water step by step and stood in the center of the river.

He looked up and looked at the flood rushing towards him. His eyes were calm. Under his pupils, there was an ancient wave of calmness, and a trace of madness was hidden deep in his eyes.

A few seconds before the flood came.

The heavens and the worlds, the ancient fairyland, and the Nanmu Island.

In the Qingxiang Courtyard, the bright moon hung high in the night sky, and the bright moonlight poured down.

A slender girl with a white silk scarf covering her eyes sat quietly at a wooden table under a locust tree, writing a memorial at the desk.

The moon was like a veil, lingering around the girl, as if she had covered her with a layer of holy white clothes, hazy and gently.

Crack——

Suddenly, the brush in the girl's hand suddenly broke inexplicably and fell from her hand, and the ink stained the paper on the table.

The girl looked at the broken brush in front of her and was stunned.

The tip of the brush is a soft feather, and the handle is a solid black wood. Why did it break in the middle?

At this time, the girl slowly raised her head and looked at the bright moon hanging high in the night sky.

After looking for several seconds, her pupils suddenly shrank.

She stood up, turned and walked into the house, looked up at the portrait hanging on the shrine in the house, and the whole person was stunned.

The portrait on the wall of the shrine suddenly became blank, leaving only a blank piece of paper.

The girl stared at the blank portrait for a long time, her eyes passed through the blank portrait, trying to look towards an unpredictable world and an unpredictable future.

Soon, her "sight" suddenly became dark, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

It seemed that several invisible big hands covered her eyes, making her unable to see anything clearly.

She retracted her "sight" and found that a trace of blood had already flowed from the corner of her mouth.

The girl's face was pale and her body was swaying. She held the door and barely stabilized herself.

The portrait on the shrine was the portrait of the owner.

It has been hanging on the wall and worshiped, representing the highest holiness and faith of the entire Mutian Alliance.

But now, the portrait is still there, but the person in the portrait is gone.

She just used her ability, even at the cost of her life, to force open the "eye of wisdom" to spy.

But she couldn't see anything clearly.

It should be said that when she was about to see clearly, she was covered by several invisible big hands.

Her heart was no longer calm. Even if the Mutian Alliance had encountered a great disaster, her heart was calm, because she was "wisdom" and couldn't be chaotic.

But now, even if she tried her best to calm herself down, she couldn't do it.

Once her heart was in chaos, she couldn't see anything clearly.

The girl turned around and came to the courtyard, and at the same time rang the nine wind chimes on the locust tree.

Nine wind chimes rang at the same time, representing that the Mutian Alliance had reached a life-or-death moment.

Nine wind chimes rang, life and death!

Ten breaths had passed after the nine wind chimes rang.

The gate of Qingxiang Courtyard was knocked open.

The eldest, the third, the fourth, and the fifth arrived at the same time.

They stood in the yard, looking at Dong'er nervously.

The nine wind chimes rang, calling for all the highest authorities in the Mutian Alliance to gather.

After hearing the nine wind chimes, the third rushed back directly from the front line. He could have won the battle immediately, but he did not hesitate at all and rushed back as fast as possible.

The fourth sister was not in the Ancient Immortal Realm. After hearing the nine wind chimes, she crushed the time and space coordinate stone and instantly transferred here.

The fifth was the same. As soon as he heard the wind chimes, he also used his trump card to come back as fast as possible.

At this moment, Xuanlin Immortal Realm, the ancestral land of Taixuan Divine Sect.

An old man in a green robe heard the sound of nine wind chimes in his mind, suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.

He waved his hand and directly rang the bronze bell of the ancestral land.

The next second.

Ten cultivators came to the ancestral land.

Some of them wore golden armor, some wore battle robes, some wore purple robes and black clothes, and there were three young men with imposing manners.

These ten people were all the core members of Taixuan Divine Sect.

"Ancestor."

All ten people knelt on the ground and shouted to the old man in a green robe on the high ground.

"Lin Yi!"

Lin Xuan shouted to a man in gold clothes below.

The next second, a tall and imposing young man in gold clothes stepped forward: "Ancestor, I am here!"

"From today on, Lin Yi is the next successor to the leader of my Taixuan Divine Sect."

"Lin Dao, Lin Zhan, Lin Kui!"

"Here!"

The next second, a middle-aged man in golden armor, a purple robe, and a battle robe stood up.

"You three, assist Lin Yi well and train him well until he is able to shoulder this responsibility."

"If there is any accident, I will definitely kill my relatives for the sake of justice!"

"Remember the words of the ancestor!"

The three of them clasped their fists, their voices sonorous and powerful, resounding to the ground.

"Ancestor, you are..."

Everyone heard that the ancestor was telling the funeral, and their expressions were sad.

"If I can't come back, assist Lin Yi well and stabilize the overall situation of Taixuan and Xuanlin Immortal Realm."

"Although I am your ancestor..."

At this point, Lin Xuan did not continue to speak, but soared into the air, crushed the crystal in his hand, entered the void, and went to a certain place.

"But I am also their Xiaoliu."

Lin Xuan did not say this sentence, but murmured in his heart.

"Is the ancestor going to die?"

A young man in a blue training suit, with a pale face, sat on the ground.

His name is Lin Zhong, the youngest descendant in the direct line of Taixuan Divine Sect. He is talented, resolute, and hardworking. He is a young man who can accomplish things.

But at this moment, he sat on the ground with a confused look on his face.

Snap——

A loud slap sounded in the ancestral land.

The golden-clothed youth, who said nothing, picked up Lin Zhong and slapped him.

Lin Zhong looked at his eldest brother and was also confused.

"The ancestor is not the ancestor of just us!"

"The ancestor will not protect us forever!"

"The ancestor is not going to die, the ancestor is just doing what he should do, even if he dies, it is right!"

"My generation of cultivators, my generation of people, live under the big tree, but they cannot live under the big tree forever."

"Stand up straight for me!"

Lin Zhong stood up straight with this roar.

Looking at the elder brother who has always been elegant and gentle, he seemed to have changed at this moment. Perhaps at this moment, he really knew his elder brother.

Then, Lin Yi turned around and bowed heavily to the three middle-aged men in front of him:

"Uncle, third uncle, seventh uncle, thank you for your trouble."

After that, he turned around and walked out of the ancestral land step by step without saying another word or turning around.

In the Qingxiang Courtyard in the ancient fairyland.

An old man in a green robe rushed into the small courtyard.