Chapter 327: Clearing the River, Blank Portrait

The long river under the dark night is always so quiet.

But at this moment, the tranquility no longer existed. A flood beast, like a meteorite falling from the sky, smashed into the calm lake. The tranquility turned into a whistling sound and began to spread across the long river.

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

He raised his head and looked at the flood rushing towards him. His eyes were calm and his pupils were unperturbed, but there was a hint of madness lurking deep inside.

Seconds before the flood.

In the heavens and all worlds, in the ancient fairyland, on Nanmu Island.

In Qingxiang Courtyard, the bright moon hangs high in the night sky, and the bright moonlight pours down.

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

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

Snap——

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

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

The tip of the brush is a soft feather and the grip is a solid black wood, so why would 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, his 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 froze in place.

The portrait on the wall of the shrine suddenly went 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 "vision" suddenly went dark and she could not see anything clearly.

It was as if several invisible hands covered her eyes, making her unable to see anything.

She withdrew her "gaze" 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 staggering. She held on to the door and barely managed to keep herself steady.

The portrait on the shrine is a portrait of the owner.

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

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

She had just used her own abilities, even at the cost of her life span, to forcibly open her "wisdom eye" to spy.

But I can't see anything clearly.

It should be said that when I was about to see clearly, it was blocked by several invisible big hands.

Her heart was no longer calm. No matter how great a disaster the Mutian Alliance had encountered, her heart was always calm, because as "wisdom", she could not be in chaos.

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

Once her mind was in turmoil, she couldn't see anything clearly.

The girl turned around, walked into the yard, and 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 critical moment of life and death.

The wind chimes ring nine times, marking the moment of life and death!

After the nine wind chimes rang, only ten breaths of time passed.

The gate of Qingxiangyuan was knocked open.

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

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

The ringing of nine wind chimes was a call to all the highest authorities in the Mutian Alliance to gather.

After hearing the nine wind chimes ringing, the third brother rushed back directly from the front line. He could obviously win the battle in one fell swoop, but he did not hesitate at all and rushed back as fast as possible.

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

Xiaowu did the same. The moment he heard the wind chimes, he used his trump card and returned as quickly as possible.

At this moment, in Xuanlin Fairyland, the ancestral land of Taixuan Divine Sect.

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

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

Next second.

Ten monks came to the ancestral land.

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

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

"Ancestor."

All ten people knelt on the ground and shouted to the old man in green robe who was standing high up.

"Lin Yi!"

Lin Xuan shouted to a man in gold clothes below.

The next second, a tall and imposing young man in gold stepped forward and said, "Grandmaster, I am here!"

"From today on, Lin Yi will be the next successor to the Taixuan Divine Sect."

"Lin Dao, Lin Zhan, Lin Kui!"

"exist!"

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

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

"If anything unexpected happens, I will kill my relatives for the sake of justice!"

"Remember the words of our ancestors!"

The three of them clasped their fists, and their voices were sonorous, powerful and resounding.

"Grandfather, what are you doing?"

Everyone could hear that the ancestor was making arrangements for his final arrangements, and they all looked sad.

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

“Although I am your ancestor”

Having said that, Lin Xuan did not continue speaking, but flew into the air, crushed the crystal in his hand, entered the void, and went to a certain place.

"But I'm also their little six."

Lin Xuan did not say this out loud, but murmured it in his heart.

"Is this old man going to die?"

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

His name is Lin Zhong, and he is the youngest descendant of the Taixuan Divine Sect. He is extremely talented, has a strong character, and practices diligently. He is a young man who can accomplish great 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 young man in golden clothes picked up Lin Zhong without saying a word, and then slapped him in the face.

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

"The ancestor is not just our ancestor!"

"The ancestors will not protect us forever!"

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

"We monks, we live under the big tree, but we can't live under the big tree forever."

"Stand up straight for me!"

Lin Zhong stood up straight amidst this roar.

Looking at his elder brother who was always gentle and elegant, he seemed to have changed at this moment. Perhaps at this moment, he truly got to know his elder brother.

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

"Uncle, Third Uncle, Seventh Uncle, thank you for your help."

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

In the ancient fairyland, inside the Qingxiang Courtyard.

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

(End of this chapter)