Chapter 551: Heaven and Earth Dragnet

"Where did you ascend as a monk?"

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

The Heavenly 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 and find them."

In the past few years, 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 was 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 arriving outside the fourth level, 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?"

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! !

Zhui Feng and Zhu Mo 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.

Wanjian Sect's status in the God Realm is very special. After just asking, someone led her to the gate of 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 was indeed irresistible!

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

"I'll 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 have to make do with it."

"Hey, the timing of your ascension is unlucky."

"A few years ago, our Wanjian Sect would have been so prosperous. But now..." The little boy sighed deeply, feeling uneasy in his heart.

"Let my uncle explain 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 was a barrier between the divine world and the spiritual world, and he was not allowed to go down to the realm unless anything happened.

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

"He is trying to pour turbid energy into the human world, trying to make the human world bear the responsibilities that should belong to 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 to him sarcastically, but his face could not hide his anger.

"Damn thing, damn evil! How dare he??"

"There are tens of thousands of living beings in the world, how much evil is that? How dare he do it!! I, 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 ancestor!!"

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 Uncle 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 Mingkong.

"How can he be worthy of our 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 the serious matter.

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

Snap.

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's 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 is no three hundred taels of silver here." Uncle Lin waved his hand again.

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

Uncle Lin...

He glanced at Lu Chaochao awkwardly and scolded his disciple softly: "You're 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 little 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, and Master Lin burst into tears.

"It's really her, it's really her. Chongyue and the others succeeded. Good, good, good... She must hide, she must hide well!"

"Can't go to the God Realm, absolutely can't come up! The God Realm has laid a net to catch her!"

"This group of ungrateful evildoers, they want to harm her!"

Lu Chaochao didn't say anything.

I'm right in front of you, do you think I look like before?

"Master Lin, are you okay?" Lu Chaochao took out a small handkerchief and handed it to him. Master Lin pinched the small handkerchief, which... is quite childish.

There is a little girl riding a dog embroidered on it.

"It's okay, Master is too excited. You must not tell anyone that you have seen her, understand?" Master Lin instructed seriously.

Lu Chaochao nodded in response.

"The God Realm has changed."

"The God Realm can accommodate her dead, but not her alive." Master Lin sighed deeply.

"When she was alive, she was honored with countless honors. No one would care about the dead. They would even treat the sect she founded well..."

"But when she was alive, it hindered the interests of too many people."

"Her merits were greater than heaven, so naturally people were afraid of her."

"Those disciples, who defied heaven and forcibly resurrected her, have been sent to the Immortal Prison. Now, Hanchuan thinks she is evil and tries to lead her to the God Realm to kill the evil!"

"Her weakness is the disciples."

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