Chapter 567:
He swallowed the words that came to his lips.
Chen Xin looked at Ning Fengzhi.
There was disappointment in his eyes.
Turn around and look up at the night sky.
inside one of the screens.
An old friend for many years.
The image of the ancient banyan tree.
With a heavy heart said:
"Fengzhi, you have changed!"
"Have you forgotten the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"
"Establish the idea!"
"keep neutral!"
"Absolutely do not participate in any disputes!"
"Keep your duty, protect the sect!"
"Not greedy, not selfish!"
"Just to pursue the safety of the sect!"
"Long-term healthy development?"
Chen Xin said this.
Turn around and look directly at Ning Fengzhi.
There was a pause.
continued:
"Feng Zhi, I am also an old man!"
"That's all for now!"
"Now you are the suzerain of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"
"I respect your decision!"
"But hopefully before you make a decision!"
"It can be considered for Rongrong!"
"After all, she is still young and has a long way to go!"
Ning Rongrong was heartbroken by these words.
touched.
Tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes.
rushed over.
Hold the dust heart tightly.
Sobbing sadly, he said:
"Grandfather Sword!"
"Thank you for caring about Rongrong so much!"
"Everything is for Rongrong's sake!"
"But Rongrong is the young master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"
"I don't want to hide behind Grandpa Jian and you all the time!"
"Behind Dad!"
"I don't want to be a burden to the sect!"
"Rongrong is willing to be the last ray of hope for the sect!"
"Dedicate your own strength!"
Chen Xin stretched out her hand to caress.
The back of the little girl in her arms.
The eye sockets are moist.
He smiled happily and said:
"Rongrong, you've grown up!"
"It's no longer the same as when I was a child!"
"Just cry!"
"The little witch who is mischievous everywhere!"
Chen Xin looked up again.
Looking into the night sky.
The old friend Gu Rong on the screen.
His eyes became firm.
Ning Fengzhi.
Said coldly:
"Fengzhi, you are the suzerain!"
"The future of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"
"It's in your hands!"
"Make your decision!"
"Are you choosing to surrender to the Spirit Hall?"
"Still leading the sect!"
"Do your best!"
"For the future of Zongmen and Rongrong!"
"Slay a **** path!"
Ning Fengzhi gave a gentle gaze.
Looking at his daughter Ning Rongrong.
Look at Chen Xin again.
In the meantime, endless killing intent and ruthlessness flowed out.
Gem cane in hand.
A heavy pillar of the ground.
Loudly said:
"Uncle Sword!"
"Rong Rong!"
"Then we will!"
"Resist, let's go to war!"
His cold voice.
Carrying the breath of soul power.
Pass out around the yard.
It fell into the ears of high-level officials of other small forces.
All are stimulated.
Countless powerful breaths soared into the sky.
Go straight to the Pope's Palace.
Start killing and massacre.
Chen Xin let go of Ning Rongrong from his arms.
Nine soul rings rose from under his feet.
Level 96 soul power surges.
It belongs exclusively to the Seven Killing Sword Wuhun.
The fierce sword energy erupted violently.
Set off a storm of energy around.
Chen Xin looked at the one in front of him.
Ning Rongrong and Ning Fengzhi.
Ning Sheng enjoined and said:
"Feng Zhi, Rong Rong!"
"You return to the sect immediately!"
"Lead the disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"
"Go to Jialing Pass to support the two empires!"
"I'll stay!"
"Taking advantage of the emptiness inside Wuhun City!"
"Cooperate with personnel from other forces!"
"Quiet, destroy the foundation of the Wuhun Temple!"
Chen Xin's last word fell.
He reluctantly glanced at Ning Rongrong.
fly into the air.
There is a seven-kill sword under his feet.
Kill towards the Pope's palace.
yard.
Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong.
Immediately leave.
Summon guards to forcibly break into Wuhun City.
Go to Zongmen at the fastest speed.
The fighter plane is fleeting.
They must lead as quickly as possible.
A disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Support two empires.
Destroy the Wuhun Palace.
This is the only chance for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to turn around.
Under the night.
As the core of Wuhundian.