In the early morning, the warm sunshine scattered to the ground, and the gentle breeze was as gentle as mother's. But the world of cultivation is peaceful. A piece of news is like a bomb.

"what? All the sword masters of Xingyue sect are dead. " After hearing the news, immortal QingHan of shenxiaodao was hard to calm down. Eight swordsman masters were killed quietly, which shocked people.

"OK, please go to the hall of Mahavira for all the elders." Immortal QingHan said solemnly, a young disciple in front walked out respectfully, and he also knew the seriousness of the matter.

in the hall of Mahavira, the temperature in the...