God Emperor

Although he knew that the other party was just testing him, Zhang Ruochen did not refuse immediately because he also wanted to know the origin of Shen Yuan's ancient sword.

Zhang Ruochen's face showed no emotion as he said, "I'd like to hear the details."

The Jade Saint sits high on the top, with an extraordinary bearing. Every hair is flowing with divine light. There are wisps of spiritual energy flowing around his body, vortexing around him, as if he is sitting in the center of heaven and earth.

That is the magnanimity that only a saint can have.

He said: "You should have heard the legend of the Divine Iron of Fortune, but the legend is not true. Eight hundred years ago, the person who obtained the Divine Iron of Fortune was Queen Chi Yao? Actually, no."

"The person who obtained the Divine Iron of Creation is Empress Chi Yao's father, Qing Emperor."

Zhang Ruochen was not surprised at all by this answer.

Eight hundred years ago, Chi Yao was still a teenage girl. How could she have the ability to invite ten major weapon refiners to forge swords at the same time?

Only Qing Emperor has such appeal.

Jade Saint continued: "Creation is divided into yin and yang, life and death, and black and white. What was originally forged was not one sword, but two swords."

"The ten great weapon refiners racked their brains and used various methods to split the divine iron of creation into two parts, one half black and one half white. It took another eighty-one days to forge a total of two swords. . One of them is the 'Death Sword' and the other is the 'Life Sword'."

Zhang Ruochen narrowed his eyes and said, "The white blood-drying sword owned by Queen Chi Yao is the death sword?"

"It's a pity that it has been dyed blood red." Jade Saint nodded and sighed.

Zhang Ruochen pointed at Shen Yuan's ancient sword and asked, "Why did the raw sword break?"

"Only the death sword can cut off the living sword. Only the living sword can cut off the death sword." Jade Saint continued.

Zhang Ruochen was silent.

After a while, Jade Sage said again: "Do you know why the death sword is called the death sword? Why is the living sword called the living sword?"

"Why?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Jade Saint said unhurriedly: "The so-called Death Sword can absorb the blood of all people in the world, continue to advance, and finally turn into a divine sword of creation, invincible in the world. Therefore, if you want the Death Sword to grow, you must The more blood it absorbs as it continues to kill, the stronger the Death Sword becomes."

Zhang Ruochen said again: "Then the raw sword, why is it called the raw sword?"

Jade Saint said: "The death sword can absorb the blood of all people in the world and continue to grow. The living sword can absorb the weapons of the world and integrate into the sword body, and it can also grow continuously."

Zhang Ruochen nodded and said, "I understand! A weapon is a murderous weapon. A raw sword can refine the weapon and absorb the weapon. Naturally, it is saving the world."

"exactly."

Zhang Ruochen sighed and said, "It's a pity that the sword has been broken!"

The Jade Saint's expression changed, he twisted his beard and smiled, and said: "It is not impossible to repair the raw sword. At least, we in the Divine Sword Holy Land have this ability. Because we participated in the sword-making in the past and know it very well. The process of forging the sword. If you feel at ease, leave the raw sword in the Divine Sword Holy Land, and I will personally send someone to return it to you when the sword is successfully forged."

Zhang Ruochen said: "Can I trust you?"

Jade Saint smiled and said: "If the Divine Sword Holy Land wants to seize your raw sword, do you think you can still walk out of this temple?"

"That makes sense."

Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath, clasped his fists with both hands, bowed to the Jade Saint, and said, "In that case, I would like to thank you, senior. How do you calculate the cost of repairing the raw sword?"

"People in the deep forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine."

"The owner of this poem has some connections with our Divine Sword Holy Land. Since you know that poem, there is no need to pay anything."

Jade Sage said again: "I'll ask again, do you really have nothing else to say?"

Obviously, Jade Saint is still looking forward to it. After all, he has been waiting for that poem for three hundred years.

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "I don't understand what Senior Jade Saint means, so I'll take my leave."

Zhang Ruochen saluted again and then walked out of the temple.

Jade Sage stared at Zhang Ruochen's leaving back, his face solemn, and he was thinking quickly in his mind. After a while, he sent a message to summon Lu Chongyu in.

Lu Chongyu knelt on the ground, kowtowed to Jade Sage, and said, "Ancestor, what are your orders?"

Yusheng said: "You should arrange for someone to investigate now. His identity must be revealed to the bottom of the matter. There must not be any omissions."

Lu Chongyu asked doubtfully: "Ancestor, what is this person's identity that deserves your attention?"

Jade Saint sighed: "There are some things that you should not know yet. Just go and do it!"

After Lu Chongyu left, the Jade Saint turned into a white light and flew out of the temple.

Under the ground of the Divine Sword Holy Land, a white altar ninety-nine feet high was built. It was cylindrical and seemed to be made of white jade.

There are complex lines carved on the surface of the altar. If you look closely, you will find traces of blood flowing among those lines.

The Jade Saint came to the bottom of the white altar, clasped his hands, bowed to the altar, and said: "Grandpa, that poem appears!"

"Crash!"

The blood lines on the white altar flowed rapidly, making a loud sound like a rushing river, roaring continuously and deafening. The spiritual energy between the whole world became violent.

In the center of the white altar, wisps of smoke emerged, and the smoke gathered together and turned into a wisp of holy soul.

If Zhang Ruochen were here, he would be able to recognize the holy soul as none other than Sixth Senior Brother, Lu Yuanzhi.

Lu Yuanzhi's holy soul was suspended above the white altar. His whole body was emitting white brilliance. He made a vast voice and said excitedly: "Is it Emperor Ming?"

Yu Sheng shook his head and said: "It's not Emperor Ming, but a young man about twenty years old."

Lu Yuanzhi's holy soul showed a disappointed look, sighed, and said: "Eight hundred years ago, I followed the order of Emperor Ming to cast the 'sacred altar'. It took five hundred years to finally cast the 'sacred altar' successfully. It’s a pity that this old man has been missing for eight hundred years, and there is still no news. Maybe he really died in the hands of Emperor Qing and Queen Chi Yao.”

The altar below Lu Yuanzhi's holy soul is the "holy altar".

Eight hundred years ago, Emperor Ming issued a secret order and exhausted all resources to let Lu Yuanzhi cast the altar.

The altar is used to preserve the holy soul of the saint so that it will not dissipate and at the same time accumulate the power of the saints.

All the resources of Emperor Ming and the Divine Sword Holy Land were exhausted, and it took five hundred years to successfully cast it. This shows the vastness of the project.

Lu Yuanzhi indeed exhausted his lifespan and died three hundred years ago. With the magical power of the altar, the holy soul was preserved.

Jade Saint pondered for a moment and said: "Although that man is just a young man, his name... is a bit weird. Moreover, he also owns a raw sword."

Lu Yuanzhi was originally disappointed when he learned that the visitor was not Emperor Ming, but after hearing the words of the Jade Sage, he became energetic again and immediately asked: "It is the sword of creation that the Qing Emperor ordered to forge. ?”

"That's right." Yu Sheng said.

Lu Yuanzhi said: "You just said that young man's name is a bit weird. Why is it weird?"

Yusheng said: "His name is Zhang Ruochen."

"Zhang Ruochen."

Lu Yuanzhi read it again. Suddenly, his holy soul trembled violently and said, "Are you sure it's this name?"

"There is no mistake. When I heard this name, I was also surprised. After all, the crown prince has been dead for eight hundred years. Even if he is still alive, he should be more than eight hundred years old. He cannot be a twenty-year-old man. "Young man." Yusheng said.

Lu Yuanzhi's holy soul closed his eyes and muttered: "Zhang Ruochen, the creation of the sword, and that line of poetry, how can it be so coincidental? Is he really my junior brother?"

Yusheng said: "Grandpa, how should we deal with this matter now?"

Lu Yuanzhi's holy soul opened his eyes again and said: "This matter is too incredible. I don't know who he is. If he is a junior brother, we will naturally do our best to help him. But I am worried that this It’s Queen Chi Yao’s plan.”

Jade Saint's expression changed and he said: "Grandpa is worried that this Zhang Ruochen is the person sent by Queen Chi Yao to test us?"

"It's not impossible."

Lu Yuanzhi said: "Although the relationship between our Divine Sword Holy Land and the Zhang family is very secretive, based on the original friendship between Emperor Qing and Emperor Ming, we might get some clues. Although the possibility is very small, we have to guard against it."

"For this Zhang Ruochen, we at the Divine Sword Holy Land can make friends with him and help him as much as possible. However, we cannot reveal all the secrets to him. We must hold back."

"Secondly, his identity must be checked. The clearer the check, the better."

"Also, you should pass the news to the people in Mingtang now and let the people in Mingtang contact Zhang Ruochen. We in the Holy Sword Holy Land dare not confront Queen Chi Yao openly, but Mingtang does."

"Moreover, the Holy Ancestor of Mingtang has a very close relationship with my junior brother. If she knew that his junior brother might still be alive, she would definitely come to the East Territory immediately. Only by confirming his identity in person can she ensure everything is safe. ”

Jade Saint was a little worried and said: "What if he is really the person sent by Queen Chi Yao to investigate our Divine Sword Holy Land?"

"Haha! Queen Chi Yao is a decisive person. If she really suspects our Divine Sword Holy Land, then our Divine Sword Holy Land will not be able to escape the disaster of annihilation no matter how hard we take precautions. Just do what I say. Yes, we just need to try our best to befriend Zhang Ruochen and leave the rest to Mingtang."

Lu Yuanzhi said again: "Give me the Living Sword of Creation, and I can borrow the power of the altar to help him repair the sword. This is a living sword, and it is time for it to reappear in the world, and to be with Queen Chi Yao. A battle of death swords."

After the Jade Saint presented Shen Yuan's ancient sword, he took three steps back and left the underground altar.

Returning to the temple at the top of Lingshan Mountain, Jade Saint immediately burned the news about Zhang Ruochen on a messenger light talisman.

"I hope he is really the crown prince."

The Jade Saint took a deep breath and injected a ray of holy energy into the communication light talisman.

"Wow!"

The message light talisman immediately turned into a stream of light and flew towards the middle earth.