Chapter 2796

Sword Gang wasteland, Tianyuan city.

Standing over the Tianyuan City, Qin Huan looked down at the city. Qin Huan was in a trance. Times had changed. Seeing the city again, Qin Huan sighed.

The past is like yesterday.

The beautiful shadow appeared in Qin Huan's mind, but Qin Huan forced it down.

Then Qin Huan looked at Xiang Wujian Zun and Xuan princes and said, "master, wait for me here for a while."

The priest lived in seclusion in Anping Town, which obviously did not want to pay attention to world affairs, so he went to Anping town alone.

"Good!" Wu jianzun and Xuan princes nodded in response.

Qin Huan flew to Anping town alone.

These vigorous winds that Qin Huan feared in the past seemed to no longer exist.

Within a quarter of an hour, Qin Huan came to Anping town.

"Brother Huang Ping?" someone on the wall saw Qin Huan and exclaimed.

"Falling maple!" Qin Huan looked at the young man and recognized him as the son of the angry Protoss falling angry dragon.

"Brother Huangping is back!" the falling maple roared fiercely, and the voice echoed over the whole Anping town.

Soon, many figures appeared on the wall of Anping town.

"Brother Huang Ping!" a surprise sounded. It was Huang Rulong, the son of Huang Hu.

Qin Huan looked at the familiar faces and felt an unspeakable warmth in his heart.

Although Qin Huan's memory has now been restored, his feelings for Anping town have not changed.

When the crowd greeted him, Qin Huan entered Anping Town, and the wild tiger, the crazy war, the falling angry dragon and others came forward one after another.

"Huang Ping, you're back." Huang Hu looked at Qin Huan excitedly and patted Qin Huan on the shoulder.

"Brother Huang Hu, brother Kuang, brother Luo..." Qin Huan shouted one by one. These people used to hunt with Qin Huan. Qin Huan attached great importance to them.

"Brother Huang Ping, where's sister Huang an?" Huang Rulong asked loudly.

The people in Anping town were impressed by Zhang Youyi. After all, Zhang Youyi was famous for her hot temper at the beginning. Coupled with Zhang Youyi's feelings for Qin Huan, people could see that. Therefore, they were surprised why Zhang Youyi didn't come back.

Qin Huan's face was slightly stiff, but he quickly brushed it and said, "Huang an is practicing in seclusion. When she leaves the customs, let her come back."

People didn't think he was there.

After greeting the people, Qin Huan went to the priest's residence.

No one else followed Qin Huan.

In half an hour.

Qin Huan came to the place where the priests lived. Looking at the familiar house, Qin Huan's heart beat a little faster.

Qin Huan had seen the terrible power of the priests. In his heart, the priests were mysterious and powerful!

When he reached the gate of the courtyard, Qin Huan said respectfully, "priest, Huang Ping is back."

"Creak!" the sound of wooden door running in sounded, the door was opened, and a figure came out of the room.

Qin Huan was shocked that the priests were more old than they were when they left. They were no longer energetic when they met for the first time.

I'm afraid the priests paid a high price for killing the six immortals.

Qin Huan hesitated.

I don't know if letting the priest remove the power of the abyss in the sword carrying slave will also make the priest pay a price?

Qin Huan hesitated even more.

"Come back." the priest looked at Qin Huan with muddy eyes and said plainly.

"Huang Ping met the priest," Qin Huan replied.

Glancing at Qin Huan's dignified appearance, he said, "what's the matter with coming back this time?"

Seeing through the priest, Qin Huan smiled bitterly and hesitated a little. "Priest, to tell you the truth, I want to ask you about the power in Huang an and me in the past. How did you get rid of it?"

"What else do you have?" said the priest in surprise.

"No, it's a friend of mine."

"Is he here this time?" asked the priest.

Qin Huan hesitated a little and said, "priest, please wait a minute." then Qin Huan entered the stone tablet space of the tomb of gods and demons.

A moment later, he brought the sword slave out.

Moved by Qin Huan, the sword carrying slave appeared and opened his eyes, while the priest looked at the sword carrying slave.

After looking at it, the priest narrowed his eyes and stared at the sword slave, as if he saw something.

When the priest looked, the sword carrying slave was also looking at the priest. It seemed that he saw something. The pupil of the sword carrying slave was slightly condensed.

Neither of them spoke.

Noticing the difference between them, Qin Huan said, "priest, do you think you can drive away the power of the abyss from him?"

"Yes!" the priest looked at the sword slave deeply.

Then Qin Huan looked at the sword slave and said, "senior, let the priest drive away the power of the abyss for you."

The sword carrying slave looked at the priest and said, "OK!"

"Huang Ping, go to the town and wait." the priest looked at Qin Huan.

Qin Huan didn't doubt him. He told the sword slave and left.

When Qin Huan left, the priest slowly looked at the sword slave and said, "Taoist friend, I don't know what to call."

"Sword slave!" said the sword slave.

Sword slave?

Priest pondered for a long time and didn't hear name. Then he said, "I don't know where friends come from."

The swordsman shook his head.

Seeing this, the priest frowned slightly. For some reason, he always felt that the people in front of him were strange, but he couldn't say specifically.

After pondering a little, the priest said, "close your eyes and release all the power."

The sword slave nodded, slowly closed his eyes, and a powerful force of the abyss surged out.

At the beginning, he resisted the fatal blow for Qin Huan and let that force rush into his body. He has been fighting with that force for many years.

Seeing this, the priest took out a dark gourd. The gourd was only the size of a palm. It didn't look very strange.

After pulling the gourd stopper open, a dark shadow gushed out of the gourd and devoured the power of the abyss madly under the control of the priest's mind.

Less than half an hour.

The power of the abyss on the sword slave was swallowed up by the dark shadow.

Then, the shadow returned to the gourd, covered the plug and took back the gourd. The priest looked at the back sword slave who was still sitting with his eyes closed, and brushed a touch of doubt in the depths of his eyes.

Somehow, that inexplicable feeling came to my heart again.

About half an hour later.

The sword slave closed his eyes and slowly opened his eyes. The whole man looked much better than before. After checking his body, he looked up at the priest and said, "thank you."

"Taoist friend, no matter what the past of Huangping, he is the guardian of our family." the priest said.

The swordsman looked at the priest and said, "really?"