Tripod Reverses the Heaven

Zifu, on the surface, has many saints and is extremely powerful, but in fact, there are many factions competing for power and profit.

In another small mountain range in Ziyun mountain, there are also groups of palaces. At this time, there is also a conspiracy in a palace.

There are four great saints involved in the conspiracy. They are two people of the purple Ming sect and two people of the purple bandits.

In addition to the four great saints, there are six small saints in the hall, a full number of ten people. At this time, the door is closed to plan major events.

Ziming asked, "Zilin, where is the boy now?"

When the words fell, a little Saint stood up. It was the goat bearded triangular eyed saint who had forced the ancient style with coercion in the purple heart hall earlier.

He arched his hands at several great saints and said, "there is news that the boy is playing with linger girl at the purple sword front."

"Purple sword edge?"

Hearing the speech, the faces of all the people in the hall were not good-looking.

Zikou said to himself, "where doesn't this boy go? Why should he go to zijianfeng? If we were somewhere else, we would all start, but the purple sword edge...... "

"The whole purple sword front evolved from the ancestor. If we start on the purple sword front, we may disturb the ancestor. What should we do?"

The Hall fell into a state of silence.

These people have only one purpose, that is to capture the ancient wind, and then force out the Lei Di Jing and other secrets of the ancient wind.

When it comes to scriptures, what these people value most is swallowing the Scriptures. But this is a taboo. Everyone knows that once anyone dares to touch the swallow Scripture, even their ancestors will not let themselves go.

At the same time, swallowing the Sutra of heaven is too evil. Even the meteorite son, the ancestor of Xingchen Pavilion, failed to learn it.

"Several ancestors, in my opinion, let's catch him directly by thunder. As long as the dog is clean and neat, it won't necessarily attract the attention of the ancestors." The triangular eyed old man called Zilin said, "our ancestors usually closed their eyes. How can we spare time to pay attention to other people or things? The last time I started with meteor star Zi, my grandfather must have consumed a certain amount of energy, and I must have closed down long ago. "

In Zifu, if you have high accomplishments, you will have high seniority. Even if Zilin is a little saint, he must call these great saints "ancestors" to show his respect.

The eyes of several great saints fell on the purple forest at the same time. Then Zikou sneered: "it's easy to say, but what if it startles the old ancestor?"

"I am willing to do it myself. If something is revealed, I will never implicate your ancestors."

"Good!" The great sage of Ziming smiled, "so I thank you very much. Once things succeed, remember your first skill. In the future, I will personally point out your way of practice and help you set foot in the great holy field as soon as possible. "

"Thank you, Mingzu." Zilin was overjoyed and planned to leave to perform the task.

But he was stopped by Zikou: "slow down. Although Zilin is reliable and decisive, zijianfeng is an unusual place. Let him go alone. I'm afraid there may be some mistakes. Let Ziwei go with him!"

"Brother Zikou, what do you mean? Don't you believe us? " Ziming's face turned black.

Zilin is a member of their line, while Ziwei is a member of the purple Kou line. Zikou arranges Ziwei to go with him, which obviously doesn't trust him.

But Zikou smiled: "don't mind, brother Ming. After all, zijianfeng is an unusual place. It's better to arrange one more person to go, isn't it?"

"Hehe, it's not the purple sword blade that is unusual, but the ancient wind. Is that boy too unusual?"

Ziming sneered, but in the end he didn't object.

Everyone knows that the ancient style is a mobile treasure house. If anyone can get the ancient style, it means he has got the way of promotion. After all, everyone wants to make further progress, everyone wants to live with heaven and earth, and no one wants to die of old age. If you want to live longer, you have to constantly improve your cultivation level.

……

On the purple sword front, the ancient wind completely fell into that wonderful state.

At this moment, he felt that he was the big sword, the big sword that could cut heaven, earth and heaven.

This is not only a feeling, but also a wonderful transformation.

At this time, his Yuanshen was quietly changing and unconsciously turned into a sharp sword - Yuanshen sword embryo.

Not only that, the ancient wind's body is also full of visions. For a moment, it is surrounded by purple light, for a moment it is as silent as water, and for a moment, it suddenly erupts a towering will to kill. Unknowingly, the ancient wind actually understood the true meaning of cutting the sky.

In other words, without scriptures at all, he came into contact with the beheading decision.

Of course, this so-called contact does not mean that the ancient wind learned to cut Tianjue. He just realized the true meaning of cutting Tianjue from that huge sword. He realized the will to cut the sky and only needed Orthodox practice.

After today, if he can get the scriptures of cutting the sky and learn them, his future achievements will definitely surpass the vast majority of people in Zifu.

The purple spirit on one side could not enter that state. She could not feel the strange wave, nor could she open the strange door. She could not see the purple giant sword at all.

She was startled by the momentum of the ancient wind. She shouted the ancient wind many times, but she couldn't wake up at all.

She couldn't help but be worried and shook her antique body.

"Hey, why are you like this? You're secretly learning from my Zifu's decapitation. Don't you know? "

The little girl was mad with anger. She pushed the ancient wind hard. However, she didn't respond at all.

Not only can't wake up the ancient wind, but he is scared back by the towering killing intention naturally emitted from the ancient wind.

At this time, the ancient style, his mind, can be said to be completely integrated with the huge sword. He felt that he was the sword and the sword was his yuan God.

This feeling is very wonderful and unspeakable.

Suddenly, the ancient wind's eyes opened, and he looked up at the night sky. The space there fluctuated sharply, killing opportunities one by one, flowing out from there.

"Cut!"

Without the slightest hesitation, taking advantage of that special state, he tried hard to control the big sword.

He was not disappointed. With the word "cut", the whole purple sword edge flew into the sky on the spot. It was just a blink of an eye. The whole mountain peak turned into a huge sword, which shone purple in the starry sky

Boom!

The big sword chopped out, brought up a long purple streamer, made a huge noise, and spread all over Ziyun mountain.

At this moment, the ancient style is the sword, and the sword is the ancient style. Under this specific environment, the two turned out to be one, cutting hard into the fluctuating space.