Wild boar

Chapter 630 The Bones of the Ancestral Witch
The books written by Taoist saints have simple language and are widely circulated.

Zhu Zishan had already read the Taoist sage calligraphy he saw at Tianjian Mountain today, but this was the first time he saw the sage’s authentic calligraphy.

The words written by the saints reveal a sense of harmony inside and out.

Although it seems ordinary at first sight, after looking at it for a long time, there is an indescribable charm in it.

Zhu Zishan always felt that he could realize something in it, but he still couldn't feel it.

After paying homage to the large number of calligraphy treasures of Taoist sages, Shen Baoxian took Zhu Zishan and Xue Mengyao with him.Went to a stone room located in a mountain col.

"This secret room contains the great deeds of human ancestors who killed the ancient ancestor Wu Emperor Jiang." Shen Baoxian said, leading the way.

Zhu Zishan and Xue Mengyao followed.

At the entrance of this stone chamber, there are two large murals.

The first mural.

It is an ugly monster with four wings on its back and six legs. He flies in the void above the sea of ​​clouds. There are three peaks emerging from this sea of ​​clouds. In the entire Dongsheng Human Race, there are only Tianjian Mountain and Gujue Peak where they are. , the three peaks of Jingtian Cliff emerge above the sea of ​​clouds.

Second mural.

Seven human sword cultivators surrounded the monster with four wings on its back and six legs in the center. Each of them struck with their flying swords, beating the monster until it howled in agony.

Zhu Zishan's eyes flashed.

This is too fake.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, a human swordsman will never expose his position and take the initiative to fight in close quarters.

This painting may not depict the actual situation, but it is possible that the painter deliberately reproduced the scene thousands of years ago in this exaggerated composition.

"What are the names of these seven sword immortals?" Zhu Zishan asked loudly.

"The saint has no name." Shen Baoxian only replied with four words.

"I really don't know the names of these seven sword immortals. It's really respectable and admirable that the human saints have done such great deeds but are unwilling to leave their names behind." Xue Mengyao said from the side.

Zhu Zishan frowned again.

Since the Taoist saints were able to leave calligraphy treasures thousands of years ago, it means that there was writing at that time. Since there was writing, why use murals to record the events at that time.

Moreover, these two murals can be summarized in one sentence. Seven Taoist sword cultivators worked together to kill Zuwu Emperor Jiang.

"Two fellow Taoists, please go inside. Inside are the hair and bones of the ancestor Wu Emperor Jiang." Shen Baoxian continued to lead the way forward.

"There is such a treasure!?" Zhu Zishan asked with a look of horror.

Zhu Zishan didn't know what kind of cultivation level Di Jiang, one of the twelve ancestral witches, had, but even the remains of a monster in the late stages of divine transformation were extremely precious.

"Haha... Of course this is just a fake. It is just to show the great achievements of the Taoist saints. But you two fellow Taoists can rest assured that our Tianjian Mountain is refining it according to the original and there will be no distortion at all." Shen Baoxian said with a smile on his face. .

"Oh." Zhu Zishan's eager expression suddenly calmed down.

There are two stone platforms in the second stone room, and on the stone platforms there are two treasures that exude brilliant light.

One stone platform is covered with red hair, and the other stone platform is covered with crystal clear jade bones.

This jade bone...

"Since this thing is just a fake, can I touch it?" Zhu Zishan asked.

"of course can."

Zhu Zishan stretched out his hand, but it didn't touch the jade bone.

Shen Baoxian said from the side: "It is not easy to refine this thing. If it is damaged, I will pay for it with a high-grade spiritual stone."

"Hmph!" Zhu Zishan snorted disdainfully, raised his hand to pick up the jade bone of the ancestral witch, held it in his hand and played with it carefully.

Can't go wrong...

The jade bone he got from Filth Fang was indeed the skeleton left by the Twelve Ancestral Witches. No wonder it had such a magical effect... After playing with it for a while, Zhu Zishan put the jade bone back on the stone platform, and then observed it carefully. Qi Dijiang's hair.

"Two fellow Taoists, there is an illusion magic circle in this third stone chamber. As long as you two enter the stone room, the illusion magic circle will be activated naturally, allowing you to immerse yourself in the ancient battle thousands of years ago. Thrilling!" Shen Baoxian introduced.

"Then I'll thank you Taoist Brother Shen." Zhu Zishan clasped his fists and entered the third stone chamber.

The magic array is activated...

Zhu Zishan and Xue Mengyao.

Suddenly he was above the sea of ​​clouds.

With Zhu Zishan's current state, this illusory formation cannot affect his soul at all.

He can clearly see through reality and illusion.

Red light flashed.

A monster with four wings on its back and six legs on its legs appeared in the illusion formation.

This flying sword with seven flashing auras burst through the void and came.

brush brush brush brush...

The earth-shattering war began.

Hmm... The effect is better than the previous four-dimensional movies, but the plot is really lackluster.

Just when Zhu Zishan felt particularly bored, Xue Mengyao beside him started shaking like chaff.

Zhu Zishan grabbed Xue Mengyao's hand and injected spiritual thoughts comparable to those in the middle stage of the Golden Elixir into Xue Mengyao's body.

Only then did Xue Mengyao wake up from the illusion, and her breathing returned to calm.

After Zhu Zishan rescued Xue Mengyao, the special effects movie of Taoist swordsmen fighting Di Jiang and dismembering him under the sword finally finished.

"Two Taoist friends, you have seen the majestic scenery of Tianjian Mountain, the calligraphy of the saint, and the great deeds of the ancient saint fighting against the ancestor Wu Emperor Jiang. According to the regulations of the Sword Discussion Conference, you can only go to the Sword Discussion Valley to participate in the discussion now. The sword is gone." Shen Baoxian said.

"Brother Shen... To be honest, Mengyao didn't come here to talk about swords, but because her father was poisoned, so she came here to ask for help from the blood relative Yun Zhenjun." Xue Mengyao felt that she was already somewhat familiar with Shen Baoxian, so she brought it up again. A matter about the True Lord Nascent Soul.

This time, Shen Baoxian did not refuse, but after pondering for a moment, he asked, "Miss Xue, what is your relationship with Zhenjun Zuiyun?"

"I am his fifth generation grandson." Xue Mengyao said with her fists clasped.

"Is there any evidence?"

For True Lord Yuanying, although the blood relationship between the fifth-generation grandson is far away, it can be considered as some friendship after all. I am afraid that Xue Mengyao is not the fifth-generation grandson at all. She went to report to True Lord Yuanying for no reason. I am afraid that it will cause displeasure to the True Lord.

"This is my father Xue Jikang's natal flying sword. My father Xue Jikang is the fourth generation grandson of Zhenjun Zuiyun. Moreover, Zhenjun Zuiyun has met my father. When he sees this common people sword, he will know about me. Identity." Xue Mengyao took out a dusty long sword from the storage bag.

The magic weapon Flying Sword Cangsheng Sword is dark and dull, obviously it is a natal flying sword that has lost its spirituality.

Shen Baoxian took the Cangsheng Sword with a solemn expression, and then said solemnly: "I will send this sword to Zhenjun Zuoyun's cave, but I can't guarantee whether Zhenjun Zuoyun will see you."

"Thank you, Brother Shen." Xue Mengyao, who had always kept a straight face, finally showed a smile.

"Two fellow Taoists, it's time to go to the Sword Conversation Valley now. There are only three days of sword discussion. You two have already been delayed for half a day. You can't delay any more."

"Okay." Xue Mengyao responded quickly.

After a moment.

Zhu Zishan, Xue Mengyao and Shen Baoxian came to Lunjian Valley again.

In the Valley of Swords, the scene is in full swing.

Various sword cultivators from the 32 states in the lower realm of the Dongsheng Human Race had already deviated from the original debate topic. They were discussing the methods of sword cultivators against the enemy in full enthusiasm, turning this sword discussion meeting into a sword cultivator exchange. meeting.

Zhu Zishan, who had his swordsmanship enhanced twice in a row, sat cross-legged on a ball of grass and listened carefully to everyone's opinions on the sword cultivator lineage. He had benefited a lot.

(End of this chapter)