Sword ancestor

Chapter 84
Qingyun Valley, in front of the Temple of War God.

Yuan Zhenshan of Cracking Earth Peak blocked the sword body, attracting everyone's attention.

"In the sixteenth generation, although Yuan Zhenshan is not the top, he can still be regarded as a person. His divine power can be said to be invincible at close quarters. Unless he is suppressed with great magic power, it will be dangerous to get close to him, and he will probably be injured."

"The innate sword body refines the body like a sword, and the flesh body is also tyrannical. I don't know if it can be blocked."

Many disciples of the [-]th generation speculated, some of them couldn't figure it out. Some disciples of the [-]th generation laughed when they heard the words: "What about the sword body? It's just a nouveau riche. Since you dare to ask, you must dare to accept Yuan Zhenshan's mountain-shaking hammer. If it is a mother-in-law, how is it different from those ordinary little ladies."

"I'm afraid that he won't be able to bear the two hammers and will get down on the ground. Then the position of the seventeenth generation leader is nothing more than that."

Many disciples gathered around, wanting to see the joke about the sword body. The sixteenth generation of disciples did not move, and some people ignored them and went straight into the Temple of War. It seemed that nothing could shake their minds. Qi Tian noticed that all of these people were majestic. , the unfathomable generation.

The disciples of the sixteenth generation, who went to the magic city before, probably did not have a long-term entry. Even if someone suppressed their cultivation, it would only be in the morning. The entire sixteenth generation is like an ancient pond, far from the end.

The air in front of the God of War Temple was stagnant, green grass hung down, and the mist on the ground dissipated in all directions, and soon disappeared.

"Innate sword body, equal to the sky!"

Yuan Zhenshan spoke again, his voice was like thunder rolling, and his voice was as thick as a bull's roar. Although his appearance was simple and honest, his eyes flickered with divine light. At this moment, he stared at Qi Tian, ​​and suddenly there was a momentum as heavy as an ancient mountain.

"The momentum is overwhelming!"

Qi Tian showed a strange expression, and said in a deep voice.

"You also know that the general situation is open," Yuan Zhenshan sneered, "However, since you dare to ask, you have to take three hammers from me. If you take it, I will let you go there. If you can't take it, then get out of your sword peak!"

After planting the Three Gods three days ago, Qi Tian knew that it would be difficult for him to get to Jianfeng in the future, but how many people in this younger generation can know his heart?
Thinking of this, Qi Tian's eyes instantly turned cold, and he sneered: "If you want me to do it, first get a hundred low-grade spirit stones, or a middle-grade spirit stone, otherwise it's out of the question!"

Yuan Zhenshan laughed loudly: "You have a big tone. Maybe you think that your innate sword body needs spirit stones, so you can ask for prices. You need to know, do it, but I can't help you!"

He raised his right palm, and in the void, the sound of an ancient mountain rolling suddenly sounded. The vast earth path was as powerful as a heavy mountain, and when he lowered his palm, the majestic Dao rhyme manifested a phantom of a ten-foot-high earth mountain. The air wave shuddered, setting off several feet of earth waves, submerging Qi Tian and the two of them.

"A middle-grade spirit stone! It's really a lion's mouth, and the sword body is crazy about spirit stones! Sixteen generations of monthly payment, no other chance, and it takes a full four years to get it together. It's really brazen!"

"Yuan Zhenshan strikes, he will definitely be suppressed!"

Many disciples of the seventeenth generation sneered, and some disciples of the sixteenth generation also showed coldness, thinking that Qi Tian was too arrogant to take the opportunity to ask for the spirit stone.

After the dust and smoke cleared, Yuan Zhenshan's face was gloomy in front of the Temple of War God. He looked at the void in front of him without squinting, and said, "What kind of footwork is this? It actually has sharp edges."

"Qing Ming Wang You Bu."

"The body of the sword is there!"

At this time, many disciples of the seventeenth generation discovered that Qi Tian and his two were standing a few feet behind Yuan Zhenshan, spotless and not suppressed at all.

"So fast! It has almost reached the speed of [-]% of the sound barrier!"

"This footwork is full of sharpness! It's not my magic power!"

Some of the sixteenth generation disciples who had entered the Temple of War God stopped and turned around again. Their eyes showed a little solemnity, and their eyes fell on Qi Tian for the first time.

"If you think you can catch up with me, I will fight with you."

After Qi Tian finished speaking, he and Yun Fei stepped into the Temple of War God.

His eyes were gloomy like water, Yuan Zhenshan didn't move, the ground shook slowly for several feet around him, and broken stones floated up, lifted up by an invisible Taoist rhyme, and instantly shattered into stone powder and scattered on the ground.

"This is a slap in the face!"

"This beam is completely knotted!"

Many disciples of the seventeenth generation passed the sound transmission, and they knew from looking at Yuan Zhenshan that this time, it might be difficult to be kind.

After a few breaths, Yuan Zhenshan took a deep breath, and with a wave of his sleeve, a medium-grade earth spirit stone fell on the ground, the earth-yellow spirit glow was bright and flawless.

"Mid-grade earth spirit stone! Really took it out!"

"The sword body has this footwork. It seems that it will not be easy to suppress him in the future. What kind of inheritance is this?"

"Could it be that the inheritance of ancient swordsmanship was found in Qingzu's ancestral grave?"

Some people speculated that it might be very big, both of Jianfeng entered Qingzu's tomb, but no one knows what they got.

Afterwards, Yuan Zhenshan sat down cross-legged, facing the Temple of War God, and slowly closed his eyes.

Temple of War.

When Qi Tian entered it, the void in front of him twisted and changed, and the next moment, he appeared in a large hall.

This is a golden hall with a radius of a thousand feet. On the golden wall, a winding golden dragon coils over it. Each piece of golden dragon scales is the size of a millstone. The golden light shines, revealing an invisible power. pressure.

Such a large hall shocked Qi Tian. He clearly remembered that the Temple of War God was only a hundred feet in radius, but the inner hall was so huge. He looked around, and he didn't see anyone. Yu Zang Xumi Yu Mustard Seed is a true fairy family supernatural power.

"The first level breaker, your opponent is me."

In the void, a cold voice sounded, the void in the center of the hall was distorted, and a young Taoist manifested himself.

"Master Xuanjian!"

Even with Qi Tian's state of mind, he couldn't help but exclaim at this moment. He will never forget this figure, howling and singing, pointing his sword at the sky, facing Jiuxiao Xianlei alone, this is his first sword peak. A generation of patriarchs, Master Xuanjian.

"You are not the Xuanjian Patriarch!" Qi Tian said in a deep voice, "The Xuanjian Patriarch has already passed away. I have seen his remains. Who are you!"

The young Taoist laughed lightly: "I am indeed not Xuanjian, I am just a brand of swordsmanship left in the Temple of War God before he passed away."

"Sword brand!"

"That's right," the young Taoist nodded, "The Temple of the God of War is not fabricated out of thin air. Every floor in it is branded by famous people from different generations of the sect. There are many famous people in the Dharma and Immortal veins, and the branding on each floor is different. And it is difficult for me to cultivate the Immortal Vein of the Dao of the Sword in ancient times, so every floor of the God of War Temple is guarded by me, but the strength of the brand released by each floor is different."

With a thought, Qi Tian said: "How many floors does this Temple of War God have?"

"Fa Dao Immortal Meridians have emerged in succession throughout the ages, fully branded to the 22nd floor, while the Sword Dao Immortal Meridian has withered in recent times. Although I have been branded to the No. 20th floor, it is still difficult to ensure that my sword peak will multiply. Something was destroyed and someone needed to pick it up again."

Speaking of this, the young Taoist took a deep look at Qi Tian: "As long as you can kill me on the first floor, you can enter the second floor, and at the same time, you will get a chance to comprehend the Taoist monument for one day. "

Tianbei!

There was a sharp edge in Qi Tian's eyes, he clearly saw that the Taoist once said that the Tianbei of the Temple of War God and the Mirror of Asking the Sea Heart are all supreme treasures, only the sects of the underworld have them, they are the most precious treasures for enlightenment, and can help people to understand the Tao.

Now, his realm has reached the perfection of the upper realm of sword rhyme. If he wants to break through again, it is already extremely difficult. The sword potential state is probably the same as Daojian. To reach the fifth rank, one must fuse the sword rhyme and twist it into one before it can be promoted.

It's just that he doesn't know much about the way of fusion, and it's hard to do it, and he's already stuck in a bottleneck. (Please recommend tickets, please collect! Tomorrow, I will forcefully push it, Khan, it is the third time, ten steps are still disturbed, please comfort!)
(End of this chapter)