Chapter 535: The reincarnated swordsman shocked Chang Bao

Chapter 535: The reincarnated swordsman shocked Chang Bao

The person in front of me is a typical representative.

Everyone also knew why, because the old man still believed in the legend that he could ascend to immortality on the day the Hidden Tower was reopened.

Eight thousand years is too long for a monk. The Infant Gods have been passed down through generations, and are the continuation of eight or nine generations. Many things in the Yinlou have become real legends, legends about the era of the Immortal Alliance.

That mythical story about the time when the Immortal Lord was alive.

In recent years, except for the Li family, fewer and fewer people have focused on obtaining the ultimate reward of the Yinlou Blood Coffin.

Without it!

It is too difficult to get the qualifications. The magic weapon has no emotions and will not be accommodating at all. It only depends on the qualifications such as contribution, talent, and foundation to get the sleeping spot.

The minimum requirement is to be at the peak level of the Infant God, and to be proficient in at least ten Taoist traditions. Of course, it is not a matter of gathering the core, but simply practicing Taoism.

But even so, is this something a normal person can do?

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Under the inquiring eyes of everyone, the old man Li Wangzu was silent for a moment and said: "I don't know the specifics. This meeting was personally notified by the ancestor Guiling."

"Ancestor Turtle Spirit has awakened again?"

"Are you going to get out of the way, ancestor?"

"Is there anything important to announce?"

"Is the legend in the building true? The eight thousand years are approaching and our hidden building will reopen to the world?"

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After hearing this, several people became energetic.

As long as they are the orthodox disciples of Hidden Meridian, they all respect Patriarch Guiling. After all, this person has been guarding the hidden veins for nearly eight thousand years.

Not only did he help Yinmai survive a generational crisis.

If it weren't for this person's protection, the various branches of Yinlou would probably have been discontinued long ago, let alone maintaining their current situation.

After all, the Immortal Alliance no longer exists, and their special identities cannot be known by the sect. If they find out, they may be regarded as traitors.

Under such circumstances, most of them started as ordinary disciples step by step.

Facing everyone's inquiries, the old man Li Wangzu shook his head silently and said, "I don't know what the specific matter is."

After hearing this, several people fell silent.

"I heard that the Li family has found the ancient ruins that Maili has been looking for?" Among the four, the well-dressed man who belonged to the Wanyu Dark Hall suddenly changed the subject.

"So be it!" Li Wangzu replied.

"Is this legend true? What's in the secret realm?" The divine arrester of Daqian then asked.

Li Wangzu shook his head and said, "I don't know, but the key to the secret realm was given away."

"Forehead!"

"ah?"

"Sent out?"

"this······"

"Ancestor Guiling required it!" The old man Li Wangzu added in time before anyone could speak.

"All right!"

"It really is······"

"What are you going to do, ancestor?"

"By the way, how is your recent battle situation, Wanyu?"

"I heard that we are going to form an alliance again?"

"It's impossible to return to the era of the Immortal Alliance again if we form an alliance again. It's impossible for our hidden veins to appear in this world!"

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Everyone was gathered together, and since they didn't know the purpose, they started to chat in a familiar manner while waiting.

Most of the people who can become the rulers of the Hidden Vein came out of the underground palace. After they have achieved success in cultivation, they will occasionally come back to teach. Many of them even come back to take care of themselves when they are old. Compared to the sect, they have a stronger sense of belonging here.

Therefore, everyone is very familiar with each other, chatting with each other when they are together.

After such a long time, the old man Li Wangzu suddenly changed his expression and disappeared from the place without saying a word, leaving four phantoms facing each other.

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Let’s talk about Wang Zijia.

Because of Chu Jeff's celebration, Wang Zijia's demon-growing anchor points were already spread in many places in Changbao.

Of course, many people will go to the Holy Land of Cultivation in Changbao Prefecture, such as the Sword Burial Valley.

Wang Zijia chose an ordinary target as an anchor point, escaped from the sea of ​​​​consciousness, hid his figure and left, then opened the passage, allowing the main body to come to the Sword Burial Valley.

Today's Sword Burial Valley and the Black Pool Valley of eight thousand years ago have undergone earth-shaking changes.

Probably because of the original war, the canyon area expanded several times, including the exit direction.

It can't even be considered a canyon, because only half of it is embedded in the mountains, and the other half borders the plains outside.

A huge majestic city was built along the lake in the valley, spreading out of the valley mouth and extending in a very far direction. It's like a city embedded in the mountain.

In the mountain on the right side of the canyon, there is a huge mountain, which was cut into a sword monument inserted into the ground with great magic power. The tip of the sword is half-way into the ground, and the hilt and body of the sword are exposed.

"Valley of Sword Burial"

In the world of mortals, he wields a sword and is revered as an immortal, and his talents are astounding and illuminate the world;

We should be able to travel freely in the sky, but all living beings owe this place;——

In the 113th year of the Immortal's death, Li Lan wrote a memorial letter to the Immortal Shenghong Sword.

On the sword stele, there is a not so classic inscription engraved on it. It has not been used for thousands of years. It is obviously infected by mana and protected by long-term formations.

Looking at the sword monument, Wang Zijia's figure floating in the air paused.

Li Lan?

She should be regarded as the only god who could be regarded as a good friend of Wang Zijia at the beginning!

Although they don't have a deep relationship, they have similar ideas.

After being in a daze for a moment, Wang Zijia closed his eyes and carefully sensed the location of a demonic light above the city.

"Hmm? Underground? It seems that the hidden veins have continued the tradition of the underground palace!"

While smiling, Wang Zijia's magic power fluctuated and he fled underground.

After going several dozen feet deep, Wang Zijia felt that he was blocked by the formation and could not continue to dive.

The formation level was surprisingly high, at the peak level of the sixth grade. It was too difficult to sneak in without disturbing others!

"Knock on the door?"

"Or call someone to open the door?"

Wang Zijia thought for a moment, and finally felt that it was not a good idea.

After a moment, an idea made Wang Zijia's eyes light up.

"It seems a bit high-profile to do this? Well, let's just be more high-profile!"

Wang Zijia made a decision while thinking, and quietly retreated again.

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Today's Burial Sword Valley is the same as in the past. Under the shining of the morning light, this border city, an ancient city with a history of thousands of years where immortals and mortals live together, slowly woke up.

As the sun rose, it gradually fell into a busy state.

People started a new day under the reddish morning sun.

"Look, what's wrong with the sky!"

"Is this the sunset?"

"Are you confused or are you dreaming?"

"This really looks like a burning cloud, with colorful clouds all over the sky. I guess I haven't woken up yet!"

"Idiot, don't you feel the sword energy rushing into the sky? It's obvious that an immortal has descended!"

"Such a big show? Isn't it a god?"

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While everyone was talking, an old figure suddenly soared into the sky from the direction of the City Lord's Mansion. As the magic power surged, the coldness spread all over the sky, as if to freeze half of the sky.

After the old man Li Wangzu stimulated his own momentum to the limit, he whispered coldly: "I don't know which Taoist friend came to my Changbao Burial Sword Valley. I didn't welcome him from afar. Please don't blame me!"

The voice was accompanied by a cold frost like ice, which made everyone feel a chill in their hearts and subconsciously looked at the sky.

The fire clouds in the sky did not subside, but spread a little more, but it was not turbulent, which made Li Wangzu frown slightly.

Without waiting for him to do anything.

"Fight!"

"Fight! Fight..."

The next moment, the sound of swords resounded through the Buried Sword Valley, and five sword intentions soared into the sky.

Li Wangzu also turned his head instantly and looked at the east.

At the end of the endless wilderness and forest, where the sun rose, it seemed that there was a stunning sword immortal stepping into the air.

The opponent's pace was not fast, on the contrary, it could be said that he was strolling in the garden.

But what made Li Wangzu dare not act rashly was that the opponent's sword energy was not only stunning, but also that every step he took would instantly move forward a distance of a hundred feet. It was not an illusion of too fast speed, but a pure flash of space.

This method is already equivalent to the legendary magical power.

"Dong!"

"Dongdong!"

As he walked, his bare feet stepped on the virtual space, and faint ripples spread, accompanied by a series of rhythmic sounds.

It seemed like footsteps, or unique rhythmic music, or even like knocking on the door, notifying the owner of this place that a fairy guest had come from afar.

The huge movement had already alarmed countless monks, and many of them floated up, watching the man walking in the air with his hands behind his back from afar.

The other person's face was blurry and unclear, as if he didn't want to be seen. His long silver hair was dazzling and eye-catching, and he seemed to be very old.

"I once dreamed of traveling the world with a sword"

"Take a look at the prosperity of the world"

"Young hearts are always a little frivolous"

"Now you are at home all over the world"

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When the figure was about to reach the sky above the city, a ballad with a strange tune sounded faintly in the sky.

It seemed to cheer for the arrival of the old man.

The sky full of flaming clouds seemed to be responding to it, with five dark red long swords surrounding it, the sword intent rushing to the sky, and the exaggerated breath fluctuations, but the specific cultivation level could not be seen.

This shocking scene made everyone fall into a daze.

"Is it really the Lord of God who has come?"

"Such a big commotion, is he repairing his soul?"

"With this posture, are you here to cause trouble?"

"Did you hear the ballad?"

"Yes, it's a bit strange, but why does it feel so familiar!"

"How can it not be familiar? In the biography, isn't the sound of Shenghong Sword Immortal's ascension... huh?"

"Silver hair? Five swords? Ballad? Could it be!"

"Fuck!"

"Isn't the legend of Shenghong Sword Immortal's reincarnation based on legends and a random story? This... can't be made up?"

"..."

Some people were surprised by his amazing momentum;

Some guessed who the other party was and what he was doing here;

Some even started to prepare to run away...

In the sky, Li Wangzu saw that Wang Zijia had arrived above the Buried Sword Valley, and the dark red long sword began to slightly retract his breath, which made him feel relieved. It seemed that he was a friend, not an enemy?

He was about to ask something.

"Swoosh!"

The next moment, in full view of everyone, a stream of green light shot out from the direction of the City Lord's Mansion again, and rushed to the front of the silver-haired old man like lightning.

As the green light stopped, everyone could see the figure in the green light clearly.

It was a palm-sized green jade turtle, with four white jade-like legs, a green jade back shell, a round head, round feet, and even a round body, which looked quite cute.

Seeing this figure, everyone was subconsciously stunned.

As the guardian god of Changbao, almost everyone knows that the turtle spirit ancestor is a giant dragon turtle or a cute appearance now.

It's just that I haven't seen this form for a long time.

What made everyone even more stunned was that the little jade turtle, with tears in his eyes, looked at the silver-haired old man with a blurry face with trepidation, and asked expectantly: "Father, is that you?"

The blurry old man seemed to smile and said: "Little Ling'er, I haven't seen you for more than 7,500 years. Are you okay?"

The voice was not old, but very young, very magnetic, but with some vicissitudes.

Such a simple conversation, but it made people feel like being struck by lightning!

"Swish!"

As Wang Zijia spoke, the turtle spirit seemed to confirm something, and rushed directly into Wang Zijia's arms, crying:

"Stinky dad, leaving Ling'er alone, for so many years, and Ling'er has to guard so many people..."

All the cultivators: "..."

For a moment, all the cultivators were stunned on the spot.

The silver-haired old man said helplessly to the crying little tortoise in his arms: "You are already thousands of years old, aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

The stunned crowd lowered their heads and said nothing, pretending not to see it.

"I don't care, Ling'er is suffering. Shengshi and the others just fell asleep, leaving Ling'er alone, and have to keep watch all the time. It's been more than 7,000 years, a long, long time!" The little tortoise was acting coquettishly in his arms, just like before.

Wang Zijia was speechless for a while.

Li Wangzu was stunned for a long time, then he stepped forward carefully and said with a little doubt: "Ancestor, what are you doing?"

Without waiting for Gui Ling'er to speak, Wang Zijia waved his hand and enveloped Li Wangzu in a special hidden circle, and his face was also revealed.

Looking at Wang Zijia's appearance, Li Wangzu was stunned, and then looked at Gui Ling'er, and he trembled and said: "Ancestor Shenghong?"

It seems that more than 8,000 years later, the Changbao Li family still has his portrait or photo.

"Hmm!" Wang Zijia nodded calmly and said, "My reincarnated appearance has not changed much. I don't want to expose my reincarnated body for the time being, so I won't show up."

"Just let the world know that I'm back!"

Li Shenghong's appearance was no different from his original body before. After half a year of subtle adjustments, there was a little difference, but only a little, just like twin brothers. Anyone with a discerning eye can see the connection at a glance.

"Grandson understands!" Li Wangzu immediately bowed!

"Let's go, take me to see what the hidden vein is like now, and how it has been taken care of by my Ling'er." Wang Zijia took the little baby turtle out of his arms and said so.

"Hmm!" Gui Ling'er nodded, took Wang Zijia, fled downwards, and disappeared into the City Lord's Mansion.

"Everyone, today my Li family's ancestor has returned. Please forgive me for disturbing you!" Li Wangzu bowed to everyone while speaking.

The cultivators who had already guessed it were all shocked when they received a positive answer.

The famous sword immortal from eight thousand years ago, no matter how he survived to the present day, must be a super antique, right?

Only the ancestor of the clan mansion of Daqian Shenjing, the master of Wanyu Zhenmo Tower, and other big guys can be considered people of that era!

Almost the next moment after it was confirmed, the entire Buried Sword Valley exploded directly.

Today's Buried Sword Valley is destined to be an extraordinary day.

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