The strongest head exchange system

Chapter 310
Three Yuan Sword Sect.

It was an ancestral hall, in addition to the tablets of the ancestors, there were 230 six members of the Sanyuan Sword Sect in the southeast direction, ranging from the head of Jiang Tianxiong to the name plates of the souls of the disciples of the outer sect.

The atmosphere of the memorial archway has always been deserted, except for a few ancestor worship festivals every year, the establishment of the memorial archway is only a landmark building of a sect most of the time.

The disciple who was arranged to guard the memorial archway was an old Taoist priest who had only reached the sixth level of Qi Refining.

No one would choose to serve their deceased ancestors, and this old Taoist priest was no exception.But he was nearly [-] years old and still had nothing to do, so he could only be forced to accept the arrangement of the sect as if resigned to his fate.

The sky was cloudy, with occasional ray of sunlight shining through layers of dark clouds.

The old disciple covered his body with a tattered Taoist robe, and leaned against the door panel to doze off.I don't know what kind of good dream he had, but when the sun shone on the old disciple's face, the crystal strip at the corner of his mouth reflected a silver light.

It was saliva, and the old disciple would babble his mouth from time to time in his sleep.The whole person looks decadent and twilight.Just like the lower half of a tombstone buried in the loess, it is weathered and old.

Snapped!
Suddenly, there was a soft sound in the memorial archway.

Baha, Baha...

The old disciple took a few mouthfuls of saliva, turned over and continued to sleep soundly.

clap clap clap!
The crisp sounds sounded one after another like a chain reaction, and the sound became louder and louder, and finally it was like setting off firecrackers without stopping.

The old disciple couldn't sleep anymore, so he sat up in a jerk, and looked around blankly.

Click, click...

The noise of the memorial archway became more and more intense. The old disciple finally found the source of the sound. He swiftly swooped into the memorial archway like a cheetah, and then saw a scene that terrified him.

In the memorial archway, the tokens engraved with the names of the disciples were cracked piece by piece.The pitch-black cracks were like a demon opening its ferocious mouth, and there were more and more cracks, spreading densely like a spider's web.Finally, a piece of the token exploded and fell apart.

Vaguely, the old disciple seemed to hear a faint scream from inside the token, the voice was so shrill and desperate.

The old disciple's body trembled subconsciously, and he rubbed his eyes in disbelief, when he looked over again.Surrounding the scattered wreckage, there were more tokens splitting, groups of gray spirits screaming in the tokens, and under the strong vibration, the entire token shelf shook violently.

"That's disciple Xu Rong's token, don't want it!" The old disciple's eyes widened in horror, a gray light flashed from a familiar disciple's token in his eyes, and then the light bubbled like boiling water, accompanied by Wisps of blue smoke and rays of light spread out in a flash, and the corresponding spirit token was also shattered in the crisp sound.

Not just a disciple's token, almost all the tokens that the old disciple glanced at trembled and split at the same time.

Li Yan's spirit card.

Soho's Spirit Card.

Zhang San's spirit card.

Li Si's spirit card.

That is... the elder's spirit card...

The old disciple's eyes were trembling, and a kind of ominous premonition echoed in his mind like the death knell from hell.

One.

two.

ten.

a hundred……

The spirit card is constantly being shattered, turning into a cloud of dust and flying around.

finally--

When a crack appeared on the spirit card with the three golden characters of Jiang Tianxiong written on it, the pupils of the old disciple suddenly constricted, and the pinprick-sized pupils were covered with a gray-white layer of panic and despair.

"Master, ah! No!!!"

The old disciple rushed forward with a stride, trying to protect the spirit card from splitting with both hands.but……

Click.

What he caught was a handful of wood powder, and the spirit card was as fragile as rotten and weathered wood.

The old disciple was completely dumbfounded, his eyes fixed on his open palm, a gust of wind blew, and a handful of wood powder was blown in the air.

"Sect Leader, no, how could it be. How could the Sect Leader die? The Sect Leader won't die, definitely won't die."

The old disciple seemed to have lost his mind. The sudden shock of the bad news made his body, which is over half a century old, like a flat boat on the sea under the strong wind and waves. people die.

No, there is no need for the next moment.

Just when a creepy scream came into the old disciple's mind, he suddenly rolled his eyes, kicked his legs, and his dying body fell straight backwards.

In the spirit memorial archway, each and every disciple's spirit cards are still being smashed.

Starting from the most recent spirit cards of the outer disciples, to the inner disciples, to the core disciples, elders, and sect masters... none of them were spared.

This smashing lasted for about an hour.The number of smashed spirit cards reached [-]% of the total.

Half of the shelf holding the spirit tablet collapsed and shattered into wreckage all over the place.Groups of spirits floated into the air from the powder and then slowly dispersed.The last trace of spirit dies, which means that the owner of these spiritual cards has come to an end.

Invisibly, a gloomy wind blew up in the memorial archway. This wind was extremely cold and contained the dead air from hell.

Spirited away, he lost most of the monks at once.The unwilling resentment of the deceased has turned into ghost energy between the heaven and the earth. Because of this dead energy, the memorial archway will become as dark and cold as a cemetery tomb in the future. At least there will be no need for mausoleum guards in the future.

I don't know how long it has passed, maybe an hour, maybe two hours.

The old disciple who fell on the ground woke up slowly, he opened his eyes and looked around in the same confusion as before, and his eyes fell on the powder of the spirit card that was smashed into the ground by coincidence.

"what!"

The old disciple let out a horrified and mournful scream, bouncing off the ground like a spring: "It's not good, something serious has happened!!!"

The old disciple yelled like a lunatic and ran out of the memorial archway, shouting crazily and almost collapsed.

For a moment, the entire Sanyuan Sword Sect was flying around.Most people don't know that this old disciple is the one who is in charge of taking care of the spirit memorial archway, but seeing his crazy and devilish image, they also feel a gloomy chill rushing from the soles of their feet all the way to the Tianling Gai.

Afterwards, in the narration of some disciples, the identity of the old disciple was spread.So more people flocked to the memorial archway, and more people and old disciples flocked all the way to the forbidden area in the back mountain where the elder Taishang retreated.

This is a valley in the forbidden area, and the valley is filled with various kinds of swords.

Each sword is a medium-grade or higher magic weapon, and some of them are top-grade magic weapons.In the middle of the valley, there is a rock the size of a millstone, and silk threads spread out from the rock to form a fishing net and extend in all directions.These threads may be long or short, and the end of each thread is connected to a magic weapon in the valley.

Ten Thousand Swords Formation.

The formation plate that nourishes the formation with the soul of ten thousand swords, that rock.This is a method of sword cultivation. Sitting on a rock, a monk can achieve an effect similar to the unity of human and sword. It has unimaginable benefits for the breakthrough of the realm and the comprehension of the way of the sword.

Of course, this kind of formation is extremely rare, and the reason is simple.All magic tools that have been arranged with the Ten Thousand Swords Formation, no matter whether the practitioner succeeds or not after the formation, these magic tools will be reduced to a pile of scrap iron because of the loss of spirit.

Ten thousand swords are [-] medium-grade and above magic weapons. In the middle of the formation, there are a few peerless swords that are far superior to the top-grade magic weapons, which can compare with the Zijinsha Finger Knife.The wear and tear of these magic tools can almost ruin a Huang-rank two-star sect.

Rao used the financial and material resources of the Sanyuan Sword Sect.In addition, the Sanyuan Sword School has always been famous for refining weapons.To be able to collect all these ten thousand magic weapons has almost emptied the foundation of the sect.

But at this time, a figure sitting on the rock has white beard and hair, and looks like a fairy.

Wan Jian's soul condensed at the top of his three flowers, and turned into a halo with restrained sharpness, faintly radiating with the meaning of returning to nature.

Every once in a while, the halo will light up a piece of brilliance, and there will be a wave of spiritual power hanging down like a ray of light, sprinkled on the body of the sitting figure.

Accompanied by the sprinkling of brilliance, the aura of the figure became more and more simple, profound and uplifting.

This is Jiang Wusu, the Supreme Elder of the Sanyuan Sword Sect!
The halo above his head gradually dimmed, indicating that Jiang Wusu's cultivation had also reached a critical moment.

His aura was weird, sometimes steady, sometimes violent, it seemed to fluctuate with a certain pattern.

In the early stage of foundation building.

Middle stage of foundation building.

Later stage of foundation building.

Foundation Establishment Dzogchen...

In the early stage of foundation building.

Middle stage of foundation building.

Later stage of foundation building.

Foundation Establishment Dzogchen...

In the early stage of foundation building.

Middle stage of foundation building.

Later stage of foundation building.

Foundation Establishment Dzogchen...

Jiang Wusu's aura repeated itself. If you observe carefully, you will find that every time his aura rises to the level of foundation establishment, there will be a pause, and then it will fall down strangely, and the cycle repeats.The whole process looks more like a process of accumulating energy, like a tide, surging and surging.It needs an opportunity, the momentum reaches its peak state, and suddenly explodes to destroy the majestic mountain in front of it.

In other words, Jiang Wusu was actually breaking through the golden core realm with the Ten Thousand Swords Formation.

This conclusion, although surprising, is also reasonable.As the Supreme Elder, Jiang Wusu has reached the age of one hundred and seventy or eighty.The lifespan of the Foundation Establishment Realm is no more than two hundred years old.In order to cross the barrier of life and death, Jiang Wusu had no choice but to give it a go.

If it is successful, it will prove the golden elixir avenue, increase the lifespan by three hundred years, and stand proudly in the world.

If you fail, you will fall short. After 20 years, you will turn into a handful of yellow sand under the grave, and die with the white sail.

After 99 reincarnations, the brilliance first became extremely dim, and then became extremely bright.At the same time, ten thousand magic weapons in the entire valley were making clanging sword sounds.

The power storage has been completed, and Jiang Wusu is ready to make the final impact.

(End of this chapter)