5000 years of urban cultivation

Chapter 120 One person, one sword, can block thousands of troops alone
The white ape roared loudly immediately, breaking through the confinement with strength, the broken bones were reattached, and the fur all over the body emitted a strong light.

The black bear who rushed to the front felt this breath, stopped in place in shock, and looked at it in surprise.

Where does a wild monkey have such a terrifying aura?And who is that human in the robe?Why does it exude an extremely dangerous aura?When it was hesitant to be vigilant, the white ape was blessed by Jiangling's strength, nodded heavily at Jiangling, and then punched the black bear with a sullen face.

The black bear looked disdainful, it has the innate strength of Dzogchen, would it be afraid of a wild monkey?

Facing the attack of the white ape, the black bear slapped it.

When the fists and palms met, there was only a crisp sound of "crack", and the black bear's entire arm broke off, dangling limply.

"Ow!"

The black bear screamed in pain, its eyes full of fear.

The white ape bared its teeth and glared, raised its head to the sky and howled, beat its chest frantically, and knocked it flying hard.

When the white ape was dealing with the black bear, Jiang Ling walked to the side and picked up the little wolf cub.

This little guy followed the white ape and had no good food to eat, he couldn't keep up with his nutrition, his growth was relatively backward, and he also had hidden injuries in his body, which he fell when he was thrown out of the car by Jiang Ling.

This kind of injury is nothing to Jiangling here, the gentle power is transmitted to its body through the palm, and it quickly recovers.

It smelled the familiar scent of Jiang Ling, and even stuck out its tongue to lick Jiang Ling's palm a few times.

"Boom."

The ground was shaken by the white ape. After its bones were corrected by Jiang Ling, its physical strength also returned, and it wanted to vent all the humiliation it had suffered these days.

The black bear vomited blood after being beaten by it. Both of them were born with Dzogchen in strength, but when they really fought, they were not at the same level at all. The black bear had no room to fight back.

With a loud "boom", the white ape lifted the black bear high with both hands and threw it directly to the bottom of the valley, then jumped down with a "bang", stomping the black bear's head into the ground with one foot.

"Ow!"

The white ape roared loudly, and the ape's roar shook the sky.

"Woo~"

All the monsters around the valley bowed their heads to it, expressing their submission.

After venting, the white ape regained its viciousness, its eyes swept over the monster in the field, and then jumped to Jiang Ling's side, staring at it closely.

"Don't look, it's me." Jiang Ling said indifferently.

The white ape stared, excitedly picked up Jiang Ling, and jumped up and down with him, as happy as a child.

"Go, Xiaobai, we still have things to do."

Jiang Ling sat on the white ape with a calm expression on his face.

"Roar!" Bai Yuan breathed heavily from his nostrils, and beat his chest hard twice, his eyes were full of killing intent.

It knows what to do.

……

In a remote countryside, an old man with white hair was weeding and growing vegetables in the field.

"Take advantage of the sunny weather tomorrow, sow the rapeseed as soon as possible."

He looked up at the sky and wiped his sweat.

"Great-uncle, take a break and drink some water."

A tall, heroic woman walked over with a water bottle.

"Feiyan, slow down, the ground is dirty." The old man took a sip from the kettle with a smile.

"This longevity is approaching, and I really don't need any strength. If I move violently twice, I will sweat."

He sighed with emotion.

Bu Feiyan looked at the old man's old appearance, and couldn't help clenching his fists: "Yi Tianjun's bastards, just because you helped Jiangling, they crippled all your tendons. Great-uncle, can you do that?" A person who can form an alchemy and become a fairy."

Hearing this, the old man's eyes flickered twice, showing a trace of reminiscence in his eyes, but he quickly recovered.

"Everything is the best arrangement. If you can't make a pill, it's good to grow vegetables and live a pastoral life. I can be content with you, my child, during the last period of time."

The old man had a faint smile on his face.

Originally, his lifespan was about to reach its limit. If he could successfully form an alchemy, he could continue his life for hundreds of years, but if all the muscles and veins in his body were crippled, his immortal path would be cut off.

So here I hide my name and prepare to spend the last period of my life in peace.

Hearing what the old man said, Bu Feiyan's lips trembled, and he murmured softly: "If he is still alive, I believe he will be able to kill everyone and avenge everyone."

"I believe it too, but Master is dead, let the past go, don't be immersed in memories."

The old man stroked Bu Feiyan's hair and asked her to go back first, and he would go back to cook after planting the seeds.

Looking at the back of Bu Feiyan going away, the old man sighed and picked up the hoe to continue weeding and planting, but suddenly saw a figure in the corner of his eye.

It was a figure in a robe, covering his whole body in the robe. He stood quietly at the other end of the farmland, staring at the old man.

The breeze lifted his hood, revealing a half-masked face.

"You are!"

The old man looked at him in shock as if struck by lightning.

This aura, this look, can't be wrong!

……

Jiang Ling found Bu Shangwu, and after the master and apprentice recognized each other, they helped him reshape his tendons and restore his cultivation, and asked him to prepare for the tribulation with Bai Yuan tomorrow.

In addition, he deliberately gave way to Shangwu to keep the secret for him.

Since everyone thought that Jiang Ling was dead, let's pretend that Jiang Ling was dead. That's why he put on a mask and a robe of fairy artifacts.

After exhorting him to practice martial arts, he went directly to the underground martial arts arena in Dunhuang.

At this time, a fierce melee of ten thousand people was going on in the fighting arena, and the host stood on the high platform and shouted into the microphone to mobilize the atmosphere and explain.

The auditorium around the fighting arena is full of people as usual, all of them are dignitaries from all over the world, each of them is drinking red wine and smoking a cigar, admiring the killing in the fighting arena.

Just when the participants in the fighting arena reached the 90th floor, a figure in a robe appeared on the 99th floor of the mountain by virtue of Yufeng.

"Look, who is that?" Someone spotted the man and looked up.

"There was a small mistake at the scene. The life-and-death battle in the martial arts arena continues. Please don't panic, audience."

The host immediately uttered a voice to appease the audience, and at the same time reported the situation upwards.

When the underground martial arts arena was full of turmoil, Jiang Ling stepped up to the Zhenshan sword, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and there was a flash of thunder and lightning.

"That person wants to grab the Sword of Zhenshan! My God!"

This scene frightened many people, and immediately grabbed the sword of Zhenshan if they disagreed.

"Presumptuous, who is coming."

Suddenly, a majestic voice came from the ground, shaking in the entire sky.

"Damn it, just listening to the voice makes me want to kneel, at least it's the power of the Nascent Soul Stage, the coercion is too terrifying!"

Everyone in the fighting arena changed color.

No one expected that the underground martial arts arena was actually guarded by the Nascent Soul Stage.

However, facing the coercion of Yuan Yingqi, Jiang Ling did not change his face, and pulled out the Zhenshan sword.

"Borrow the sword and use it, and return it later."

"Presumptuous, you can borrow it if you say so? Keep it."

While speaking, a ray of energy shot up into the sky like a sharp sword, continuously absorbing the aura of the weather, and it became bigger and bigger, heading straight to Jiangling.

"Who dares to stop me?"

Jiang Ling stared, the sharp sword transformed by Qi Hong disintegrated in an avalanche and shattered with a "wow".

Immediately afterwards, under everyone's gaze, Jiang Ling held a sword in one hand, and left as if entering no man's land.

In the huge underground martial arts arena, no one dared to stop him, even Yuan Yingqi, who had made a move before, chose to remain silent.

On the second day after Zhenshan Sword was taken away, two powerful auras shot up into the sky in a certain valley in the south, triggering Heavenly Tribulation instantly.

In an instant, the robbery cloud covered.

The huge movement attracted the attention of all major forces. It was really courageous for two people to pass through the heavenly tribulation of the alchemy stage at the same time, and without the consent of Yi Tianjun.

People from all major forces hurried over, and Yi Tianjun even sent dark gold masked men to suppress it.

The last time Jiangling crossed the Nascent Soul Tribulation, it frightened many forces and made Yi Tianjun very embarrassed. After all, they were in charge of supervising the world, and they failed to stop the monks from crossing the catastrophe. Moreover, they had no sense of existence during the whole process, and they were ashamed. up.

So this time, the higher-ups delivered the order of death, and they must severely punish the two alchemy stages who had crossed the heavenly tribulation, and re-establish the prestige of the Yitian Army.

When the members of the Yi Tian Army arrived, Jie Yun had almost finished charging, and many warriors had already gathered around, paying attention to Tian Jie.

In the canyon, a white ape and an old man occupy the two sides, at the same time attracting Heavenly Tribulation.

"Isn't that Bai Yuan and Bu Shangwu? These two are wanted criminals of the Yi Tian Army. Aren't their cultivation bases abolished? How come they can survive the tribulation now?"

Not only Yi Tianjun, but other forces also recognized Bai Yuan and Bu Shangwu, and became murderous one after another.

However, at this moment, a figure standing on the top of the canyon suddenly attracted everyone's attention.

He was wearing a long robe and a half-mask on his face, standing on the highest point, the robe on his body was rattling by the strong wind, and he was looking down at all living beings indifferently.

"Who is he?"

Everyone is guessing.

The figure looked indifferent, waved out a long sword full of runes, and thrust it into the ground in front of him.

"Yan!"

In an instant, a soaring sword intent swept all directions, spread out crazily, covering the entire canyon, protecting Bai Yuan and Bu Shangwu, and isolating everyone.

"This, this sword intent!"

All the people present turned pale from the fright of the sword intent, and even the weak-willed were directly oppressed to kneel on the ground.

(End of this chapter)