I inherited a family fortune of 5000 years

Chapter 1132 Sing a Great Compassion Mantra for You
"It's impossible!" The state of the sixth prince can no longer be described as shock. Zhang Menglong's ability to awaken all the sword spirits is enough to shock the world. Now that he has pulled out the divine sword in front of everyone, he In just a few minutes today, I almost saw things that I could never see in my life.

"This kid is really not an ordinary person!" Seeing Zhang Mengyu pulling out the divine sword, Yun Senhai's expression became very serious.

If Zhang Mengyu just awakened all the sword spirits, then he would definitely be happy for Zhang Mengyu's achievements, because the Canglan Sword Sect will have one more peerless genius, the sixth prince with the innate holy body, and this unknown Zhang Mengyu , their Canglan Sword Sect will definitely usher in a most prosperous period.

However, being able to pull out this divine sword has a completely different nature. Although this divine sword seems to have no owner, it is only because no one can pull it out.

But Canglan Sword Sect has completely regarded it as its own, and now an outsider pulls it out, even if this person joins Canglan Sword Sect, how many people will covet it?

In short, there is still a saying that never changes, everyone is innocent, but pregnant is guilty!
At this time, Zhang Menglong did not leave the test site, but stood there with his eyes closed, because the moment the divine sword was pulled out, the supreme will that existed in the divine sword had awakened, and Zhang Menglong was in the middle of the test. In a mysterious space, his perception is completely cut off from the outside world.

"Hahahaha, unexpectedly, someone can actually pass the assessment I left behind, and he is actually a little guy of the eighth level of real martial arts, and he doesn't even have blood relationship with me. It's really incredible!" A laugh echoed here. In the space created by Excalibur Will.

"Uh... Actually, it's not impossible for you to have a blood relationship with me. I can recognize you as your father." Zhang Mengyu said.

"I'm old enough to be your ancestor," the voice didn't understand the mystery in Zhang Mengyu's words, "Kowtow!"

"Kowtow? Why should I kowtow!" Zhang Mengyu was taken aback.

"You have drawn out my sword, and you are my heir. If you want to inherit my mantle, you must worship me as your teacher!"

"Are you that sword god?" Zhang Menglong thought that this will was the sword spirit of Excalibur, but he didn't expect it to be the remaining will of this sword god.

"That's right," as the voice fell, a figure in a white robe appeared in front of Zhang Menglong's eyes. His body was illusory, but Zhang Menglong could feel an indescribable temperament from him, as if in front of him was A sword, a sword that pierces the sky and the earth.

The handsome appearance of the man in white robe, coupled with his otherworldly temperament, really gave people a feeling of a fairy.

"To pull out the divine sword, you need at least 300 times the strength of a warrior of the same level. I never thought that anyone could do it. You have given me a great surprise. You are qualified to receive my inheritance!"

"You never thought that anyone could do it, and you still set the requirements so high?" Zhang Meng was speechless, this sword god is somewhat out of his mind, if you don't want to leave a legacy, you can just say it, there is no need to draw cakes for others Bar?This Canglan Sword Sect member has been eating this cake for tens of thousands of years?

"Only people who are full of unknowns can do unknown things. Sword God suddenly said a very profound sentence, "What I can't do, only people who are better than me can do!" "

"Kowtow quickly, I don't have much time, and soon, my will may be completely dissipated," Sword God said.

"What can you give me?" Zhang Mengyu asked.

"Supreme divine weapon, supreme kung fu and supreme martial arts!" Sword God is obviously very confident in his inheritance.

"This sword is called Black God. I used my life's collection to invite a refiner to forge it. Its grade has reached the top grade of the Hong class!"

The Sword God glanced at Zhang Mengyu's expression. He originally thought that Zhang Mengyu would be scared to pee when he heard that this thing was Hong-level. It can deter one party, let alone the Hong class.

But not only did Zhang Menglong's expression not fluctuate in the slightest, he even wanted to laugh a little, which was beyond his knowledge!

"Any more?"

"Ling Yi Sword Jue, a Hong-level exercise! It can help you open up 3600 spiritual veins, and your cultivation speed and profound energy can be dozens of times higher than ordinary people!"

"Only Hong level..."

Sword God suddenly sensed that something was not quite right, what is "Caihong level"?How many people want to obtain Hong-level martial arts and martial arts?He still had a very disappointed tone. Is it because the sword god can't hold the sword anymore, or is Zhang Mengyu too coquettish?
Resisting the urge to chop Zhang Mengyu to death with a single sword, the Sword God continued, "I still have 3 Hong-level martial arts, 16 universe-level and Zhou-level martial arts, and I can teach you all of them."

"If it's just such a thing, I think you'd better not show it to shame. If you want me to kowtow to you as a teacher, you may not be worthy."

"What did you say?" The Sword God's expression finally turned a little off. He is a super strong man who is a god-breaking third-level man who wants to give you a good fortune, but he is still disgusted by others?
I don't know how many people are crying and wanting to inherit his mantle, but this boy in front of him actually says he is not worthy?

"Those things of yours are nothing to me!" Zhang Meng laughed.

"Heaven and Earth Domineering Art!"

Zhang Mengyu's dantian was divided into two, and then divided into four, scattered between the world, as if the whole world had become his dantian, and these dantians circulated endlessly.

3600 spiritual veins?That is at best a spiritual vein!

But Zhang Menglong's world dantian is like a huge pump, even more than 3600 in number?With his current ability, he can split 10,000+ heaven and earth dantians, and his cultivation speed is ten times faster than his?
The reason why Zhang Mengyu is only at the eighth level of real martial arts is because he is lazy. He practiced for three days fishing and two days for drying the net, so far he has basically been playing.

If it were his first-generation ancestor, he would have to rely on himself for everything. At this age, he was already a powerful figure in the higher world.

"You... Desolate-level kung fu?" Sword God felt that his worldview had collapsed. This kind of kung fu is absolutely supreme even among the desolate-level kung fu!This is so special!
"Free Ultimate Instinct!"

Zhang Menglong's eyes turned white in an instant, and even his body was surrounded by a wave of white arrogance, and his aura seemed to change so that this world was not worthy of it, this seemed to be another realm!
"Is this martial arts beyond the barren level?"

The Sword God smiled wryly. He had been proud of his martial arts and martial arts all his life. When he wanted to find a suitable heir, he found that the rubbish martial arts and martial arts on this person were all at the barren level. That's right, people want your inheritance to be of no use!
Zhang Mengyu is indeed right, he is indeed not worthy of Zhang Mengyu kowtow to apprentice!

"You see, my kung fu and martial arts are better than yours, why don't you give me a kowtow?" Zhang Mengyu said.

"you!"

"Hahahahahaha."

The Sword God suddenly burst into laughter, he was glorious in his life, he had found an incomparably excellent successor, but unexpectedly he found a father for himself, and asked him to kneel down to worship his teacher, how aggrieved he felt in his heart ?

"This is not my time anymore, I, a person who should have disappeared a long time ago, should just disappear with the wind!"

With that laughter, the last trace of Sword God's will slowly dissipated.

"Good guy, the dead can be pissed to death," Zhang Mengyu shook his head, "Forget it, seeing that you are a senior, let me sing the Great Compassion Mantra for you!"

"Namo Helatana Duolaye, Nanwu Alaye, Polujiedi Shuobolaye."

(End of this chapter)