Creation Scripture

Chapter 297: Sword Immortal Inheritance

"The inheritance of ninety-nine sword immortals? Doesn't that mean that the Shushan Sword Sect has produced ninety-nine sword immortals?"

Fang Yu looked ahead and said in shock.

"Is it weird? Do you know how many years our Shushan Sword Sect has been passed down?"

The immortal in white heard what Fang Yu said and said to Fang Yu.

After Fang Yu heard this, he walked forward and shook his head.

"More than a thousand epochs."

The white-clothed immortal responded.

After Fang Yu heard this, his pupils shrank slightly.

He naturally understands the quantifier era. There are records of these in mainland mythology classics.

An era lasts 129,600 years.

But now the Shushan Sword Sect, the Immortal in White, has been passed down for more than a thousand epochs and more than 100 million years since its establishment.

You must know that the oldest force in the Daxia Dynasty today is only more than 20,000 years old.

Mortals have a lifespan of hundreds of years, and the lifespan of a powerful person in the holy realm is generally only a thousand years. In the face of these billions of years, it is not worth mentioning at all.

Fang Yu stopped talking and came to a stone tablet.

"Xueyue Sword Immortal Li Hanyi cultivated ice and snow swordsmanship, established his heart with ice and snow, and achieved the position of Sword Immortal..."

Fang Yu looked at the stone tablet in front of him and the words written on it.

Written on it is the life of Xueyue Sword Immortal Li Hanyi. and a personal martial arts introduction.

"Xueyue Sword Immortal is the youngest Sword Immortal in the history of our sword pavilion. It only took ten thousand years for him to establish his mind and achieve the status of Sword Immortal."

At this moment, the voice of the white-clothed immortal sounded in Fang Yu's ears.

After Fang Yu heard this, he looked at the stone tablet in front of him and couldn't help but nodded, then raised his head to look at the ice blue sword.

Fang Yu faintly felt a chill from it.

"Show your sword intent, and they will naturally choose you."

The white-clothed immortal said to Fang Yu.

After Fang Yu heard this, he nodded slightly, and then without any hesitation, he directly unleashed the absolute sword intention in his body.

The absolute sword intention bloomed, and the terrifying killing intent instantly enveloped the entire sword tomb.

"Zhengzhengzheng..."

When Fang Yu's Absolute Sword Intention exploded, many long swords were directly attracted, and sword sounds erupted.

At the same time, waves of tyrannical sword intent also came towards Fang Yu.

Fang Yu looked around and found that there were only a dozen swords trembling slightly, but each of these dozen swords exuded a sharp edge.

Fang Yu couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw this.

"Only a dozen?"

Fang Yu couldn't help but murmur to himself.

Before arriving at the thirty-third level, those swords had already unleashed their sword intent before Fang Yu could erupt, hoping that Fang Yu would accept their legacy.

But now on the 33rd floor, he is now taking the initiative to unleash his sword intent. He actually only has sixteen swords, and the sound of swords erupts, intending for him to accept Chuan Chang.

But at this time, Fang Yu didn't know that the white-haired immortal had already stood stunned on the spot when he felt the scene inside the sword tomb.

"There are actually sixteen of them. When Li Hanyi entered the sword tomb, only nine of his ancestors responded."

The white-haired immortal murmured.

At this time, Fang Yu in the sword tomb looked at the sixteen long swords with different lustres, and frowned slightly. They were all inherited by the Sword Immortal. He was a little hard to make a decision for a while.

After all, the realm of the Sword Immortal is too far away from him. If these are the inheritance of the Sword Saint, he can still distinguish between high and low, good or bad, but this inheritance of the Sword Immortal is simply not something he can evaluate now.

"Follow your heart, integrate your mind into your sword intention, and let your sword intention lead you to make the most correct choice."

Just when Fang Yu was at a loss, the white-haired immortal's voice sounded in Fang Yu's ears.

When Fang Yu heard the white-haired immortal's words, he immediately nodded, then glanced at the sixteen swords, and slowly closed his eyes.

Fang Yu integrated his mind into the Absolute Sword Intent, which shrouded the sword tomb and began to resonate with those Sword Intents.

The Absolute Sword Intention not only communicates with these sixteen swords, but also envelopes the rest of the swords.

Time passes slowly.

An hour.

Two hours.

...

One day.

Two days.

Three days.

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

Fang Yu stayed in this sword tomb for a month.

At this time, outside the sword tomb, Mu Wange's figure emerged.

Mu Wange looked at the sword tomb in front of him, with a look of anticipation in his eyes.

Then he walked forward, and the stone door of the sword tomb opened by itself.

An hour later.

Mu Wange came to the adjacent 33rd floor.

When Mu Wange first entered the 33rd floor.

"Zheng."

A sword cry suddenly sounded, and then a sword intent filled with infinite vitality, but also exuding a terrifying edge, bloomed.

At this time, in the void, the white-haired immortal felt the changes in the sword tomb, his face condensed, and then his pupils couldn't help but tremble.

"Is this? How is it possible? How could Fang Yu trigger this inheritance? How many epochs have passed since this inheritance has been dusty, why is it now affected by Fang Yu?"

The white-haired immortal looked at the changes in the sword tomb and couldn't help but murmured to himself.

At this moment, Fang Yu, who had his eyes closed, floated up and towards a corner.

Mu Wange, who was at the entrance, felt the sword intent in the sword tomb, and his face turned slightly pale. Then when he looked at Fang Yu's floating figure, Mu Wange frowned slightly.

"Don't worry, this kid is fine. He has found a suitable inheritance. It's your turn."

At this moment, the white-haired immortal's voice sounded in Mu Wange's ears.

Fang Yu's figure floated to a stone tablet in the corner, and landed on the stone tablet. The cyan long sword that was originally suspended above the stone tablet was now suspended above Fang Yu's head, with a stream of cyan color The energy spread out from the long sword and shrouded Fang Yu, while a wave of sword intent also surged towards Fang Yu.

As this sword intention poured into Fang Yu's body, the Yuan Power and the Qi of Creation in Fang Yu's body seemed to be extremely happy, and they actually started to operate quickly, more than ten times faster than Fang Yu's normal deliberate operation. .

At this time, deep in Fang Yu's dantian, the light of the Creation Monument flashed.

"It's a coincidence that the inheritance you left behind actually chose him."

On the fifth floor of the Creation Monument, a voice sounded.

In the center of the fifth floor of the Creation Monument, a middle-aged man sat cross-legged.

At this time, the middle-aged man's eyes were closed tightly. After hearing this voice, the middle-aged man opened his eyes. There was no emotion on his indifferent face.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes and glanced forward. His gaze seemed to penetrate directly through the Monument of Creation, taking in everything in the Sword Tomb.

"Humph, you're just fooling around. What do you like about him? What is it about me that I am inferior to him? If you had recognized me as your master back then, I would have taken that step long ago and taken you to transcend the five elements and transcend that. Six paths of reincarnation. Why did you end up like this?”

After looking at it for a while, the middle-aged man withdrew his gaze and said coldly to the void.

"Haha, the fate is wonderful. Everything is determined. You and I don't have the fate of master and servant. You can't force it. And he is indeed weak now and can't enter your eyes. But the world is not determined. Everything is possible. Just take a look. Come on."

As the middle-aged man finished speaking, the voice in the void sounded again.

...

But at this time, Fang Yu was already wandering outside the world and fell into chaos. At this time, Fang Yu felt that he was enveloped by endless sharpness. The sword intention was everywhere, and he was like a wandering soul, scattered among the sword. Under the will, it moves with the wind.