Chaotic Sword God

On the second floor of Zhenzhen Pagoda, Xuan Ming was sitting cross-legged on the ground and cultivating hard. A layer of rich and holy light and holy power enveloped him, and there were many holy war laws around him. Stepping forward to the realm of the Soul Tree.

Because many jihad celestial masters at the peak of the Guangming God King in the Guangming Temple are threatened by an extremely powerful demon, therefore, if Xuan Ming's strength cannot be broken through, he will not dare to leave here at all, and he will not dare to go to the outside world at all. Go, will be all life, restricted freedom

Therefore, only by breaking through and successfully condensing the spirit tree, becoming an existence equivalent to the beginning state among warriors, can he regain his freedom.

"Xuan Ming!"

At this moment, Jian Chen's illusory body formed by a strand of divine consciousness quietly appeared in front of Xuan Ming. At this time, he had no choice but to temporarily interrupt Xuan Ming's cultivation, and let Xuan Ming start his cultivation with a soft call. woke up.

"Brother Jianchen, haha, I haven't seen you for a long time. By the way, how is the outside world recently? Have you gotten rid of Qingyao Heavenly King's pursuit? Have you gone to the Barren State?" Xuan Ming finished his training, and opened his mouth He asked several questions, especially when he mentioned the barren state, his eyes were filled with undisguised expectation.

"I'm already in the barren state." Jian Chen said.

Hearing this, Xuan Ming's spirit was lifted immediately, and he said excitedly: "Really? You are already in the barren state? Great, this is really great. By the way, brother Jianchen, you are in the barren state now." Where in the state, can it... can it..." Xuan Ming hesitated to speak, showing hesitation.

Jian Chen smiled slightly, and said: "Xuan Ming, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Xuan Ming hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth, cupped his fists at Jian Chen and said, "Brother Jian Chen, I wonder if you can go to the Temple of Light to report my father's safety and let my father know that I am still alive. After all, I It's been too long since I left the barren state, and for so many years, in order to prevent being deduced by that big demon, my father and I have completely cut off all contact, now, I don't know if my father is safe or not."

"Of course you can, but your father is one of the Eight Vice-Hallmasters of the Guangming Temple, and he is aloof. If I want to see him, I'm afraid it will not be so easy." Jian Chen agreed without hesitation. Xuan Ming's move was unfair. Does it suit him?

"This is simple!" Xuan Ming bit his own finger, took out a drop of blood and put it into a jade bottle, then handed it to Jian Chen, and said: "A jihad celestial master who has reached my father's level will have a blood pressure on his own blood." Strong induction. Jian Chen, take this jade bottle and open it near the Temple of Light, as long as my father is in the Temple of Light, he will definitely sense it."

Jian Chen put away the jade bottle containing a drop of Xuan Ming's blood, pondered for a while, and said: "This alone is not enough, if your father misunderstands and thinks that I got this drop of blood through other bad ways, then I can It's troublesome."

"Then I will send you a letter, explaining to my father that you, Jian Chen, are my best friend." Xuan Ming immediately took out a jade slip from the interspatial ring, and began to inscribe information on it with his spiritual sense.

"Wait, I'm hiding my name in the barren state. You must not use my name, Jian Chen, but Changyang. Also, for my specific information, you must not mention half a word to your father. Even the existence of this tower, you must never reveal it."

"You must have noticed that this tower can deceive the sky, so its grade must not be low. If your father finds out, it's hard to guarantee that he won't attack me." Jian Chen said with a serious face. , but absolutely not careless.

Xuan Ming thought that Jian Chen was worried about King Qingpeng's pursuit, so he said solemnly: "Brother Jian Chen, don't worry, King Qingyao will never dare to step into the barren state." Jian Chen's request was fulfilled, and he handed the jade slip with his information to Jian Chen, and asked Jian Chen to check it on his own initiative.

After all, he is now hiding under Jian Chen's eaves to shelter from the wind and rain, so naturally he has to obey Jian Chen in everything, for fear of making Jian Chen unhappy, he will not go to the Temple of Light to avenge his safety.

Jian Chen carefully checked what Fan Xuanming had left in the jade slip, and after repeatedly confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, he left with the jade bottle containing a drop of Xuanming's blood and the jade slip with his message. From the second floor of the tower, to the ninth floor space.

In the ninth floor space, Jian Chen replaced the jade bottle containing the drop of blood, and replaced it with a jade bottle of higher grade and better quality.

"This drop of blood in this jade bottle, no matter how much time has passed, can make the blood in it look fresh. In this way, even if Xuan Ming's father saw this drop of blood, he would not be able to tell the difference. When exactly did the drop of blood stay?" Jian Chen thought to himself, everything was ready, and after confirming that there were no omissions, his avatar of primordial spirit exited the True Tower.

In the Feiyun Peak of the Holy Palace of Light, Jian Chen sat cross-legged in the cave and looked at the jade bottle in his hand. He hesitated for a moment, and then opened the jade bottle's cork.

At the same time, in the holy hall standing above the clouds in the Temple of Light, there are two middle-aged men sitting opposite each other in a magnificent hall.

"Xuan Zhan, who do you like more in this year's battle for the Holy Son?" One of the middle-aged men leisurely tasted the old wine and said casually. It is with a majesty that has been in a high position for a long time, just like an emperor, giving people a feeling of self-prestige without anger.

This middle-aged man is Minghe Mohe, one of the eight deputy hall masters of the Guangming Temple.

As for the middle-aged man named Xuan Zhan, his body looks unusually burly, and his physical body alone gives people a feeling of terrifying power. It gives people a sense of coldness, which makes people shudder, and the eyes are also unusually sharp, making people dare not look at them.

It's just that between his brows, more or less, there is always a trace of worry, as if there is something in his heart that he can't let go of for a long time.

Xuan Zhan is also one of the eight deputy hall masters of the Guangming Temple. He holds a high position in the Guangming Temple, second only to the hall master.

"I'm not interested in paying attention to these. Who among the five of them can win depends on their personal fortunes." Xuan Zhan said with a deadpan expression, the worry lingering in his brows never fades away.

Hearing this, Mo He looked up at Xuan Zhan, sighed softly, and said, "Are you worried about your precious son again?"

Xuan Zhan remained silent, his sharp eyes staring at the sky outside in a daze.

Seeing this, Mohe secretly sighed in his heart, and he didn't know how to comfort him. After all, Xuan Ming is Xuan Zhan's only heir. He was always regarded by Xuan Zhan as his darling. blow.

However, at this moment, Xuan Zhan's body suddenly shook violently, and his eyes burst out with bright light. Suddenly, he couldn't help showing his excitement.

The next moment, he took a step forward, and his figure disappeared in an instant. He had already left the temple like a teleportation, and appeared among the thousands of peaks under the temple.

"What the hell is this Xuan Zhan doing?" Xuan Zhan's actions made Mo He, who is also one of the deputy hall masters, startled affectionately, but he didn't follow, but sat here and savored the old age in a limited way Good wine, while secretly paying attention to everything in the Temple of Light.