From Cellar to Throne: Zen's Quest for Immortality

"The other shore Keepsake It's like the mysterious spirit of three pansies

"Isn't Xu Youwei's other shore Keepsake the bloody hand?"

"Last year, he went to the temple of seclusion and got this other shore Keepsake by accident!"

Among all the other shore keepsakes, the mysterious one is the most special.

Many mysterious other shore keepsakes often have some incredible abilities. If they are used properly, they can hardly be cracked!

Looking at Xu Youwei's tricolor sword, Luo Zheng didn't hesitate. He stretched out his hand and gently swung it. There was snow sword in his hand.

Although there are thirty-three days on the other side, they are generally divided into three realms.

Although Xu Youwei has entered the thirteenth heaven, the other shore keepsake of Luo Zheng's fusion is also the thirteenth heaven, but Luo Zheng's spiritual cultivation is not as good as Xu Youwei's, and he may not have the strength of the first World War.

And Luo Zheng has his own mace.

Seeing a fierce battle between them, there was no one else in the hall to stop them.

The people standing on Xu Youwei's side will not say anything. They hope that Xu Youwei will cut Luo Zheng off with one sword, and those neutral people don't want to miss this opportunity to watch the crowd.

Luo Zheng also firmly tells Ling Shuang and Xinliu sword sect that they have to face it alone, and they are not good at it.

"Wow..."

As Xu Youwei gently raises the tricolor sword, the faint tricolor shadow forms a strange pattern. As soon as he is about to launch an offensive, a thin silk thread comes from behind him.

The silk thread gently bypassed the tricolor sword, and the light on the tricolor sword faded instantly. It was a young woman with a ponytail.

Behind the young woman, there were several others.

"Qishan small meeting was originally a happy day. It's not suitable to use a knife or a gun here," said the young woman, waving her hand gently. Dragged by the invisible silk thread, Xu Youwei's sword flew out of her hand and fell into her hands.

At the same time, Luo Zheng also felt that his hand was empty, and a snow sword flew backward and fell into her hand.

The young woman came to Xu Youwei, holding the hilt in one hand and the tip of the sword in the other hand. She gave Xu Youwei the long sword and warned, "if you want to do it, we'll talk about it after the seven mountains meeting."

Then she walked in front of Luo Zheng and handed the snow sword to Luo Zheng. At the same time, she looked at Luo Zheng, and then led the others over to the high platform of the hall.

The fierce color on Xu Youwei's face is still strong, but in the end, he just stares at Luo Zheng with hatred and doesn't do it again. Luo Zheng returns to his seat without expression.

Gao Qizheng and other elite disciples of Xinliu sword sect were deeply relieved.

"Who are these people?" Luo Zheng asked.

The ponytail woman and other people's strength is obviously better than those present. Even Xu Youwei doesn't dare to make mistakes.

"She's from the place of sword mourning, like Lingxi," Ling Shuang replied.

"The land of sword mourning?" Luo Zheng blinked. The woman's breath was similar to that of the banshees in the God's nest. He immediately asked, "does the place of sword mourning exist in general with the God's nest of the Jinwu people?"

"Yes," Ling Shuang nodded, "if we break through the color world and attack the desire world, we are also qualified to join the place of sword mourning."

In addition to the God's nest, the Tianshou pavilion with Xiong's family also corresponds to the place where the sword mourns, and the structure of different ethnic groups seems to be similar.

At this time, the woman named "Lingxi" on the stage said: "you should have heard of the reward of the seven mountain meeting, right

They didn't respond. They didn't care so much about the reward. They took part in the seven mountains meeting just to give their mountain a breath.

However, the disciples of the major sword sects were a little excited and responded one after another.

Lingxi nodded, "then according to the old rules, after you have a meal, it will officially start."

After two short sentences, Lingxi got off the stage, and the people in the place of sword mourning also took their seats. Then all kinds of exquisite food and wine were served on the table in turn. The maids, like butterflies in flowers, were constantly walking through the hall, busy, and the people were constantly socializing, chatting and chatting with each other.

In this process, the smell of gunpowder in the hall has gradually become strong.

"This time, I hope taiqingshan can perform better, ha ha ha..."

"Hum, our sword killing sect will take the lead!"

“……”

Under the warm atmosphere, Xu Youwei is still a cold face.

The elite of Haotian sword Sect on Taihao mountain toasted Xu Youwei in turn.

"Young master Youwei, don't worry. Mo Yijian of Xinliu sword sect didn't come. There are plenty of opportunities this time!"

"I will help you to revenge for you!"

"Revenge? That's revenge, too? Things like ants You look down on Youwei

If Luo Zheng belonged to Taiyi mountain, Taiming mountain and Taihao mountain, these people would have some scruples, because other sword sects on the mountain had their own lineage.According to the truth, Fengge belongs to Taiyi mountain, but because Taiyi mountain has three sword sects, Fengge will not favor any sword sect.

"I don't need you," Xu Youwei said, raising his glass and drinking it. "I'll do it myself."

"That's wonderful! I've long wanted to see you Wei show off

“……”

The elite disciples of Haotian sword sect were also flattered.

When they finished their meal, they left one after another.

Lingxi and others in the place of sword mourning led the crowd to move through the hall and enter the revolving corridor behind the hall.

The length of the corridor is much longer than Luo Zheng's imagination. Obviously, there seems to be a huge project in the mountain.

"I heard elder brother Gao say before that the seven mountain small meeting is not a contest in the arena, but a game designed by meditation. Is it for this game to build such a huge project?" Luo Zheng asked.

Before Gao Qizheng could answer, Ling Shuang took the lead and said, "of course, it's impossible. This mountain used to be a testing place in the heavenly palace. Later, it was abandoned and used by them."

After the high-level officials in the palace knew about it, they would push the boat along with the current, rearrange the magic array, set up rules and so on, and after some rectification, they would have the present appearance.

When Luo Zheng left the cloister, he saw a cave with a height of more than one thousand feet. In the middle of the cave, there was a hill with a height of five or six hundred feet.

Obviously, the hill is not formed naturally, and its surface is covered with metallic luster. I don't know what the hill was used for.

"All the people return to their positions according to their sword sects," Ling Xi ordered.

Ling Shuang, as the direct lineage of Taiyi mountain, naturally can't go all the way with Luo Zheng. After saying goodbye to Luo Zheng, she goes all the way to the right with song Feiyu and others.

At the bottom of the cave, there are more than ten boulders about the same size.

Under the leadership of Gao Qizheng, Luo Zheng climbed a huge stone on the right side, while other elite disciples on the mountain also climbed their own huge stones.