Chapter 551： Dragnet

“Where did you ascend as a monk from?”

Lu Chaochao held his sword and said calmly: "Spiritual World Ten Thousand Swords Sect."

The general looked at her with some sympathy: "The monks who have ascended from the Ten Thousand Sword Sect are all in the fifth heaven. Go find them."

A few years ago, Wanjian Sect represented a kind of glory.

But now, it is just a dose of poison that cannot be touched or touched.

Lu Chaochao thanked the general before flying towards the fourth heaven.

Lu Chaochao stepped on the sword and took out a small clay figurine from his arms. The appearance of the clay figurine is exactly the same as hers at this moment.

“The clay figurine can actually pass through the magic mirror...” She muttered, feeling surprised in her heart.

After reaching the fourth level of the sky, Lu Chaochao released Zhu Mo and Zhui Feng in the space.

Zhu Mo was extremely surprised: "In this space of yours, you can actually hide from the divine mirror of Hanchuan Immortal Lord?"

Lu Chaochao looked at him innocently: "You just walked in."

Zhu Mo’s face was filled with suspicion.

Who can escape from the Mustard Seed Space?

Zhuifeng and Zhumo were separated to inquire about the divine world, and Lu Chaochao came to the place where members of the Wanjian Sect were from the same sect.

The fifth heaven.

The Wanjian Sect has a very special status in the God Realm. After just a few questions, someone led her to the gate of the Wanjian Sect.

I thought I would see a brilliant and domineering Wan Jian Sect.

Well…

How should I put it, it still smells sour of poverty.

The sword cultivator’s anger of poverty cannot be suppressed!

“Are you a newly ascended disciple of Wanjian Sect? Really? No monk of Wanjian Sect has ascended for a long time!” The little boy guarding the gate had his eyes bright.

“I’m going to inform my uncle.”

After a while, someone invited Lu Chaochao to come in.

Lu Chaochao looked around, and the little boy explained shyly: "The Wanjian Sect is not what it used to be, so you can make do with it."

“Hey, the timing of your ascension is unlucky.”

"If it were a few years ago, our Wanjian Sect would have been so prosperous. Now..." The little boy sighed deeply, with a sense of uneasiness in his heart.

“Let my uncle explain it to you later.”

“Master and all the uncles have gone to the Immortal Prison.” The little boy explained while pouring tea.

As soon as he finished speaking, there were footsteps outside the door.

With just one glance, you can tell that the other person is a sword cultivator. The aura of sword cultivator on my body is too strong...

Poor and stingy.

"Are you a disciple of the Wanjian Sect? Do you have a token?" Uncle Lin's eyes were stern and somewhat suspicious.

Lu Chaochao calmly took out the Jianzong token and handed it to the other party.

Lu Chaochao knew that the Wanjian Sect was in a special situation now, so she directly used the Chaoyang Sword Technique to prove her identity. Every disciple of the Sword Sect will practice the Chaoyang Sword Technique. It's just that depending on the qualifications, you can basically only learn the first three moves.

Only her seven disciples learned the whole process.

Master Lin's vigilance faded from his face, and he kindly pulled her to sit down.

"What happened to the sect? Why did Mingkong's soul card suddenly break!" After ascension, there is a barrier between the divine world and the spiritual world, and you are not allowed to go down to the realm unless there is anything wrong.

Lu Chaochao looked at him in great surprise: "Don't you know?"

“He is trying to pour turbid air into the human world, and wants to make the human world bear the responsibilities that should belong to the gods!”

“You bastard!” The uncle’s face was full of concern just now, but now his face turned serious.

Unable to control his temper, he slapped the table so hard that it shattered into pieces.

The little child outside the door wailed: "Uncle! Pay attention to your temper!"

“We can no longer find good tea cups, tables and chairs for entertaining guests!”

The uncle waved his hand at him sarcastically, but his face could not hide his anger. “Damned thing, damned obstacle! How dare he??”

“There are tens of thousands of living beings in the world, how much evil is that? How dare he do that! We, the Wanjian Sect, dare not say how pure and kind, but there has never been such a vicious person!”

“He, he is the only child of our ancestors!”

Back then, the Sword Master and the ancestor founded the Ten Thousand Swords Sect together and trained countless disciples. The sword master has a high level of cultivation, but he still refuses to ascend.

This Master Lin was one of the disciples who ascended that year.

The ancestor's cultivation level is mediocre, but he is a good hand in managing the Sword Sect.

His only descendant is Ming Kong.

"How can he be worthy of his ancestors and the Wanjian Sect! This evil deed deserves death. If the Sword Master knew about it, he would be extremely sad. She is the closest to mortals..."

“Who was Mingkong killed by?” Uncle Lin finally asked about the serious matter.

Lu Chaochao smiled: "I heard it's a four-year-old girl."

eaten.

The tea cup in Uncle Lin's hand fell to the ground instantly and fell into pieces.

“You...who are you talking about?”

"Four years old, girl? Seriously? What is her name? Do you know?" Uncle Lin asked in a panic, and even stood up and closed the door in panic.

"Go and open the sect barrier...forget it, there are no three hundred taels of silver here." Uncle Lin waved his hand again.

The little child stood at the door holding his sword: "Uncle, we don't have money to open the barrier."

Uncle Lin…

Looked at Lu Chaochao awkwardly and scolded his disciple softly: "You are talking nonsense, get out of here quickly. Guard the door and don't allow anyone to come in. Our Sword Sect is still... quite rich."

The child covered his mouth and snickered, then closed the door.

Uncle Lin looked at Chao Chao awkwardly: "Don't listen to his nonsense, there are many sword sects in our God Realm."

A dry explanation, unconvincing.

"Tell me first, who killed Mingkong? That four-year-old girl, right, four-year-old girl. She should be four years old." He murmured in a low voice.

“She returned to Jianzong, her name is Lu Chaochao.” The little girl said softly.

Just one sentence made Master Lin burst into tears.

“It’s really her, it’s really her. Chong Yue and the others have indeed succeeded. Okay, okay, okay...she must hide it, she must hide it well!”

“You can’t go to the God Realm, you absolutely can’t come up! The God Realm has set up a dragnet waiting to catch her!”

“These ungrateful and ungrateful people want to harm her!”

Lu Chaochao said nothing.

I am right in front of you, how much do you think I look like before?

“Uncle Lin, are you okay?” Lu Chaochao took out a small handkerchief and handed it to him. Uncle Lin held the small handkerchief, which... was quite childlike.

It has a little girl riding a dog embroidered on it.

"It's okay, uncle is too excited. You must not tell anyone about seeing her, understand?" Uncle Lin asked seriously.

Lu Chaochao nodded in agreement.

“The world of gods has changed.”

“The God Realm can accommodate her in death, but it cannot tolerate her in life.” Uncle Lin sighed deeply.

“She has been blessed with countless honors while she is alive. No one will care about the dead. She even treats the sect she established well..."

“But as long as she is alive, she will hinder the interests of too many people.”

“Her power is greater than that of the sky, and she is bigger than the sky, so she is naturally feared by others.”

"Those disciples have been sent to the Immortal Prison because they rebelled against heaven and forcibly resurrected her. Now, Hanchuan thinks that she has no intention of doing evil and is trying to lure her to the God Realm to punish evil!"

“Her weakness is her disciples.”

Uncle Lin's words made Lu Chaochao suddenly close his eyes. (End of chapter)