Maximum level of comprehension: guarding the treasury for twenty years

Time came a moment ago.

The sky was still gray, and the gloomy aura in the sword washing pool made the two of them feel a little uncomfortable.

The young man kept looking for Wu Shang's sword in front, and that Senior Brother Zhang of the Heavenly Monarch Family was standing not far away, his eyes were a little incredible.

"This Heavenly Dragon Dynasty was really prosperous before, how many people's swords are in this sword pool?"

"That's right, Senior Brother Zhang, what you said is true."

The young man hurriedly exclaimed, although he had no sense of belonging to the Lingtian Sect and the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty, but the previous Lingtian Sect and the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty were indeed behemoths.

If it was a hundred years ago, the Lingtian Sect and the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty were indeed invincible in the world.

But for so many years, I have not known change or innovation, so it will be buried in the dust, and it has weakened little by little, and now it has been forgotten by the world.

"That's right".

Senior Brother Zhang nodded, and he was particularly useful for the young man's words: "No matter how powerful the Lingtian Sect and the Tianlong Dynasty are, no matter how profound the background is, it is already a thing of the past, and my Tianjun family is a rising star in the future, I believe you will know how to choose."

"Whoosh~~~".

Suddenly, an inexplicable ghost flickered in front of the two of them.

"What's that?".

Senior Brother Zhang's face suddenly became gloomy, his eyes looked around, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

And the young man didn't notice it at all, and raised his head to look at Senior Brother Zhang at this time.

"Senior Brother Zhang, what's wrong?".

"Something is wrong! I saw a ghost just now."

"Ghost? impossible!".

The young man shook his head: "Senior Brother Zhang, although this sword washing pool has suppressed many powerful swords of the predecessors, there will be no haunted things, and there are no others in this Taimiao, and the only old ancestor Zhou Xian Xiang was also closed a few days ago, and there is only one waste left here who has been abandoned and abandoned to the sea."

"Whoosh~Whoosh~Whoosh~".

Before the young man finished speaking, the three ghosts appeared beside them and directly startled the two of them.

The two hurriedly waited for it.

"It's... This... Isn't it the Three Ghosts Body Acceptance Technique?

As soon as Senior Brother Zhang saw these three ghosts, he instantly recalled in his mind the book of Demonic Sacred Techniques he had read in the family epic, which should be the three ghosts in front of him.

Could it be that there are still people in the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty who have this kind of lost demonic path holy art?

Senior Brother Zhang was ready for battle, making a defensive posture, and still having questions in his mind.

"Boom~~~".

Even before the two of them could react, the three ghosts directly hurt the killer, and the two of them were instantly beaten to pieces in one round, with flesh and blood flying and blood splashing everywhere!"

Zhou Yi stood at the door and glanced here, and gave orders to the three ghosts in his heart.

"Deal with the traces".

The three ghosts looked at each other, and then nodded helplessly.

At the same time, at the foot of Taimiao Mountain, the ancestral land of the Tianlong Dynasty, an old man in black was standing here, waiting for the return of his junior brother.

However, seeing that the time passed little by little, and the two of them still did not come out, the old man was a little confused in his heart.

He muttered softly.

"Senior Brother Zhang and the disciples of the Spirit Heaven Sect have been in together for a long time, has there been some accident? Why hasn't there been any movement now?".

This old man was also a disciple of the Heavenly Monarch Family, and he and the Senior Brother Zhang just now came to the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty together to find Wu Shang's sword and bring it back to the Heavenly Monarch Family.

The old man has been waiting here, but after so much time, the two of them still haven't moved at all, so the old man is a little worried in his heart, and wants to go and find out in person to see what the two of them are doing? This old man

himself is also a master of the Tongtian realm, and if he steps into the Divine Treasure with one foot, he will soon become a true disciple of the Heavenly Monarch family.

The task of the two of them this time was to take away Wu Shang's sword, but in fact, according to the idea of the Tianjun family, they would directly destroy the Lingtian Sect and the Tianlong Dynasty.

However, the Tianjun family is now a little overwhelmed and in a lot of trouble, so they sent two people to take the lead and bring Wu Shang's sword back.

Zhou Yi had just returned to the bed, preparing to cultivate, when suddenly a breath came into his mind.

His brow furrowed, and he felt a little impatient in his heart.

"I stabbed the hornet's nest of the Tianjun family? Two of them have already died just now, who is this? My Tianlong Dynasty ancestral land Taimiao just let you come and go? Do you think it is the living room of your Tianjun family?"

Zhou Yi's cold aura instantly enveloped the bamboo house, and he was full of impatience.

What kind of shameless villain the Tianjun family is, Zhou Yi can be regarded as knowing.

Seeing the old man flying towards the sword washing pool little by little, Zhou Yi was unmoved and waved his sleeves slightly.

Immediately, a stone outside the bamboo house flew up and rushed towards the old man with a roar.

The old man was full of doubts, and just wanted to find his junior brother, but when he turned his head, he found that a powerful sword qi rushed behind him.

Instantly frightened him, and hurriedly used the aura around him, trying to resist.

"Who?

"Could it be Wu Shang?......".

The old man's face was full of panic, he finally knew who this breath was, and why it felt so familiar.

It turned out that this was exactly the same as the sword qi that Wu Shang slashed towards the Heavenly Monarch family a few days ago.

As soon as he thought of this, the old man didn't have time to send the news out.

The stone went straight through his forehead, instantly bringing out a stream of blood.

Immediately, that sword aura enveloped the old man, and he disappeared in an instant, leaving not even a drop of slag behind.

In fact, according to Zhou Yi's current cultivation, he has almost no opponent in the realm of Shenzang, even if Chen Wang and him duel him once, Zhou Yi will not fall behind, and there is a great hope that the sea of qi that Chen Wang fought will be shattered and become a waste.

Therefore, this master of the Heavenly Monarch Family's Heavenly Realm was not even a piece of garbage in front of Zhou Yi, and with a slight wave of his hand, he disappeared without a trace.

And with Zhou Yi comprehending the Mortal Sutra, the roots and bones of his body continue to grow, in fact, the current Zhou Yi is no longer the same as ordinary cultivators.

He is like an immortal from afar, with no upper limit.

After letting the old man of the Jun family disappear that day, Zhou Yi didn't take him seriously.

Since he took the initiative to go to the Taimiao of the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty to disturb his Qing cultivation, it was no wonder that he did this.

"But".

Zhou Yi sighed leisurely, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The Tianlong Dynasty is really decaying, why do people come and leave as soon as they want, it has become the living room of the Tianjun family, not only a few people from the Tianjun family, but also many people secretly ran over before."

Zhou Yi was inevitably a little impatient in his heart, if this was the case in the future, then the troubles would really emerge endlessly.

"When will the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty be able to go further, let's witness our status well, don't make what we have now, and the same is true of the Lingtian Sect, if you are not strong, you can only be bullied, and if you fall behind, you will be beaten!"

Zhou Yi muttered softly in his mouth, sat cross-legged on the bed, pinched his fingers with both hands and began to cultivate.

And not long after Zhou Yi's cultivation, the sky became cloudy.

After a few "booming" thunderbolts, the pouring rain instantly fell on the temple.

With this heavy rain, Zhou Yi sensed the aura of nature, and his cultivation became smoother.

At this moment, Zhou Yi and heaven and earth are integrated, quietly feeling.

And the little white cat was curled up in the bamboo house, her eyes kept looking at Zhou Yi in the big bamboo house, and she didn't know what she was thinking about.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and it rained for a full night.

There was not a trace left in the sword washing pool, and after the three people came in, it was as if they had disappeared out of thin air, and they evaporated in the world in an instant.

No one would have thought that these three great masters would die at the hands of a wasted man!