Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 120 Mysterious Pendant, Grandpa?
The sharp edge slashed across the palm, and through the narrow and long wound, the bright red blood immediately seeped out, and the blood flow did not stop.

The sharp blade cut open on his body, but the figure didn't seem to feel any pain. He put the dagger back into the pillow with a deadpan expression, and then clenched his injured left hand into a fist, pressing the wound to let the blood pool , trickle down.

The dark red blood dripped down continuously, facing the stone pendant held tightly by his right hand, the blood dripped in, but was absorbed by the pendant in an instant, like a bottomless pit, all comers were not rejected, and the pendant itself But there is no change.

Just like that, time passed slowly by every minute and every second, and the figure also showed full patience, as if waiting for something, maintaining this posture, constantly squeezing the wound, letting the blood water and drip into the stone pendant middle.

After about an hour, the pendant still remained unchanged. After losing too much blood, the figure seemed a little trembling and weak, but it still held on, without any change. It just silently let its own blood continue to drain.

Just when the figure was tottering and was about to pass out, the stone pendant protruded and changed, and a vast gray mist gushed out, covering the entire wing room, and then the pendant flew up into the air, shining gray divine light.

The divine light was dense, the stone pendant skyrocketed, and turned into a sacred stele flying over the empty town, and then an ancient and vast aura seemed to come from ancient times, spanning endless time and space, descending to manifest the holiness.

The divine light faded away, and a majestic and majestic figure with a high crown stepped out from the sacred tablet. His face was covered by a layer of hazy gray mist, except for the pair of divine eyes that ignored the common people. Other than that, he couldn't see his face at all.

Hidden on the roof, Duanchou's eyes are also full of divine light, like the eyes of gods, instantly breaking through the gray fog barrier in the wing room, seeing the scene inside the room, his body trembles suddenly, his breath is almost unstable, exposing Xingzang.

"This is the old grandfather hiding in Wu Zhang??"

Looking away, you can have a panoramic view of the house, the person who cut his hand and dripped blood was Wu Yue, and Duanchou already knew it in his heart.

But when he saw the majestic and ancient figure, Duanchou's complexion immediately turned black, as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes were full of disbelief.

The figure in the room is none other than the phantom of the aura left by the former Zhengu Immortal. Now the incarnation of the Zhengu Tulu, of course, it may be more appropriate to call him the Zhengu Immortal.

That day, in the small woods outside Canglan City, Duanchou took advantage of his opportunity to seize the house, entrusted a dream to enter the dreamland of Su Mo's soul, and then used the system to forcibly unlock the spiritual prohibition of Zhengu Tulu, and obtained Zhengu Immortal's Inheritance, won the control of the town's ancient catalog.

In the end, Zhengu Xianjun was forced to abandon the Zhengu Atlas and flee away.

However, Duanchou remembered clearly that at that time he clearly sacrificed the Crucifix, and pierced through the spirit body of Zhengu Xianjun.

With the power of the spirit treasure, just a wisp of remnant breath, even if there are thousands of methods, it should be impossible to escape death.

But at this time, Immortal Zhengu appeared in front of him intact, and he couldn't help but not believe that he didn't kill Immortal Zhengu at all that day.

It's no wonder that when I saw Wu Zhang, I felt disgusted in my heart, and felt it. I practiced the seal of heaven and seal, and my breath came from the same source. Duanchou, the inheritor of Zhengu Xianjun, could naturally sense his breath.

It's a pity that Duanchou's learning is very complicated, the Taoism is mysterious, and it is not under the inheritance, and it is not mainly based on the seal of heaven and earth. Under the cover of the system, it is not something that the mere remnants of Zhengu Xianjun can sense.

"Wu Zhang, didn't I warn you before, don't call me during this time!!"

"This place is an island of vast immortal sects, and there are hundreds of sects gathered on the island. You can see monks in the Returning Origin Realm everywhere, and there are even strong transcendental realms hiding in the town. You call me out at this time, do you want to die?"

"Xianjun, the matter is of great importance. If it is not a last resort, Wu Yue would dare to call your holy seat in person!"

Wu Yueqiang stood up, knelt down on the bed, and said very respectfully. Compared with the calm and arrogant during the day, his demeanor and demeanor were full of awe and humility at this time.

"Forget it, tell me, what is worth taking such a big risk for you to call me out."

Immortal Zhengu turned his back to Wu Zhang, with an indifferent expression, and stood with his hands behind his back.

"During the day, as soon as I boarded the island in a cloud boat, I met a powerful monk in a purple Taoist robe. He looked very young and looked about the same age as me. He said he wanted to accept me because he saw that I was talented. disciple."

"But the disciple thought about it, and always felt that he had other plans, so the disciple rejected him straight away."

Wu Zhang stood up in response, pulled off a brocade cloth from the bed, bandaged the wound on his hand briefly, and briefly talked about what happened today.

"A young monk in a purple Taoist robe?"

"It's a disciple of Yuxuguan!!" Hearing the words, Immortal Zhengu turned around suddenly, and in his emotionless eyes, there was endless resentment, which was extremely terrifying and chilling.

"Sir, calm down, the powerful cultivator I met today was not a disciple of Yuxu Temple. I heard that he is the suzerain of Xuantianzong."

"Before we came, he beheaded the sword-wielding elder of Lieyang Sword Sect outside Bibo Island, and also used unknown means to subdue the spiritual pet of the teacher of Lei Lingshan."

"Now, the master of the Xuantian Sect has a great reputation on Bibo Island. It is rumored that he has at least the middle stage of the Returning Origin Realm."

Seeing that Immortal Zhengu mistook Duanchou as a disciple of Yuxu Temple, Wu Zhang's face tightened immediately, fearing that there would be more troubles, so he quickly shook his head and explained everything he had heard in detail.

Duanchou, who was hiding on the roof, saw all this with a weird expression on his face. He wanted to laugh, but he was afraid of being exposed, so he could only hold back it forcefully. However, he was already laughing like crazy in his heart.

I didn't expect that Zhengu Xianjun was so upright, he still thinks that he is a member of Yuxu Temple, and he won't let go of his clinging to Yuxu Temple.

Duanchou couldn't help but secretly thank Yuxuguan, who can be shot while lying down. He deserves to be the leader of the world's righteous sect in the holy land.

"They are all some sects that are not well-known in ancient times, or did not appear in ancient times at all. It doesn't matter if such a small sect is inaccessible."

"Don't worry, the suzerain of the Xuantian sect should have a unique method to see that you are very talented and have no malicious intentions. You don't have to worry, he doesn't have the ability to detect the existence of this seat."

Hearing that he was not a disciple of Yuxuguan, Immortal Zhengu immediately recovered his calm. As for the master of Xuantian Sect and those sects that Wu Zhang had heard about, he had never heard of it in ancient times, so he didn't take it to heart.

"Okay, now is a special period, and everything depends on you entering the First Grade Immortal Gate. During this period, if it is not a matter of life and death, you'd better not wake up this seat again."

After the words fell, before Wu Zhang could answer, Immortal Zhengu stepped back into the stele. In an instant, the divine light faded away, the clouds dissipated, and the stele shrank into the air, turning into a stone pendant and falling into Wu Zhang's hands.

(End of this chapter)