I Have Countless Swords

After leaving the palace, what caught Zhou Xuanji's eyes was a huge forest. Those trees were so high that they towered into the clouds, and the diameter of their trunks was also exaggerated.

The majestic spiritual energy fills this world, the sky is sea blue, the sky and the earth are vast, and there is the sound of roosters in the distance.

Zhou Xuanji raised his eyebrows and said, "Is this the voice of the Golden Crown God?"

Shen Nianxing raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile, "That's right."

Isn't Jin Guan Shenjun in the Kunlun Yuan Court, when was she arrested by her?

Zhou Xuanji was puzzled, swept away his spiritual thoughts, and found that in addition to the golden crown god, there were other great auras.

Those Great Supremes only have souls left, wandering everywhere.

Could it be that none of the Supreme Beings hunted by Shen Nianxing have completely fallen?

Zhou Xuanji pondered and wondered what Shen Nianxing wanted to do.

Xiao Zhizun gave him a voice transmission: "Be careful, maybe those guys are your fate and are raised here by her."

Zhou Xuanji was noncommittal, it was not his careless problem now.

His situation depends on Shen Nianxing.

Shen Nianxing waved his right hand and wrapped Zhou Xuanji with divine power.

Zhou Xuanji's vision instantly came to the turbulent flow of time and space, Shen Nianxing stood in front of him, his red robe fluttering.

Looking at her profile, Zhou Xuanji asked, "Can you tell me who you are?"

Shen Nianxing wanted to gather the later Guzun for three days, saying that she wanted to create a new prosperous world. What was her purpose?

"You can't say it, you will die if you say it." Shen Nianxing pursed his lips and smiled, hiding it.

Zhou Xuanji frowned, he was thinking whether Shen Nianxing was bluffing him, or could he really not tell?

Just like the black stick of blood beads, it cannot be named.

After a few hours.

Shen Nianxing took Zhou Xuanji away from the turbulent flow of time and space. Here is a sky of red clouds, with layers of clouds, magnificent and vast.

Zhou Xuanji caught a glimpse of the huge temple in the distance, surrounded by red clouds, like a mirage, mysterious and solemn.

He felt a vast breath, a feeling of facing Hong Qin Shengjun.

Even thicker than Hong Qin Shengjun.

"Wait a little while, let you speak, and you will answer. You don't have to hide it. Answer any questions truthfully." Shen Nianxing urged.

Zhou Xuanji did not answer, looking forward to what would happen next.

The two quickly flew into the temple and landed on the stone steps.

There are courtyard walls in front, and you can follow the path to the end. Zhou Xuanji saw a stone statue, with two heads and eight arms, exaggerated muscles, maintaining a mighty posture of subduing demons, and those eyes were lifelike.

The little Supreme emerged from the sword and said in surprise, "Could it be the legendary ancestor Buddha?"

Zhou Xuanji and Shen Nianxing looked at him in surprise.

"How do you know?" Shen Nianxing asked with a frown.

The existence of ancestors and Buddhas is not something that the Little Supreme can touch.

The little supreme sighed: "I heard about it by chance, I guessed it casually, but I didn't expect to guess it right. I thought the ancestor Buddha was a legend, but it really exists."

Shen Nianxing smiled and did not ask any further questions.

When they walked to the gate of the temple, Shen Nianxing said, "Ancestral Buddha, you heard it, don't open the door!"

Her tone was carefree and unceremonious.

Clearly, she was familiar with Zu Buddha.

Boom!

The door opened, Zhou Xuanji looked intently, the inside of the temple was dark, and a light shone down, covering an old monk.

This old monk has a golden body, a vicissitudes face, and a withered white beard around his mouth.

He slowly opened his eyes, and Zhou Xuanji and Little Supreme were subconsciously closed by the brilliance in his eyes.

"What's the matter?"

Zufo asked indifferently, his eyes fell on Zhou Xuanji, and his pupils suddenly enlarged.

Zhou Xuanji's heart was beating wildly when he saw him, but he didn't turn his eyes away, instead he pretended to be calm and looked at the ancestor Buddha.

Shen Nianxing smiled and said, "I think you already understand, right?"

Ancestral Buddha looked at Zhou Xuanji and said, "Step forward."

Zhou Xuanji took a step forward, calm.

"Very good, you should be a talent in the Kunlun Yuan Court, and you have supreme luck. Your soul is still young and has unlimited potential. Come in." Zu Buddha said expressionlessly.

Zhou Xuanji hesitated for a moment, then stepped into the temple.

Shen Nianxing smiled, a little proud.

The Little Supreme got into the Little Supreme Sword, and Zhou Xuanji threw the sword into the Supreme Vault.

After Zhou Xuanji stepped into the temple, the gate was closed.

The surroundings became dim, only the light on the ancestor Buddha.

He saluted towards the Ancestor Buddha and waited for the Ancestor Buddha to speak.

The ancestor Buddha asked, "Do you want to learn the method of cultivation?"

Zhou Xuanji nodded.

"What kind of cultivation method do you like?" Zu Buddha asked.

"Domineering and decisive, keep moving forward." Zhou Xuanji replied without hesitation.

Along the way, he has always been a leapfrog.

He likes the domineering and powerful way of practice.

Zu Buddha's face changed slightly and asked, "What do you think of the Supreme Heaven?"

Zhou Xuanji immediately understood what he meant.

"I understand very one-sidedly, neither I like it, nor I hate it." Zhou Xuanji answered truthfully.

Supreme Heaven is powerful and cruel.

He thrives on strength, and is covered by brutality.

"Sit down."

Zufo said softly, the voice fell, and a futon appeared in front of him.

Zhou Xuanji followed and sat down, sitting upright, waiting for the next question from the ancestor Buddha.

Zufo spoke again~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Zhou Xuanji couldn't understand what he said.

is an unknown language.

Zhou Xuanji couldn't even guess the meaning of his words.

The Buddha is preaching!

Zhou Xuanji frowned, he couldn't understand this language, how could he listen?

The next second, he suddenly felt that the voice of the ancestor Buddha was very mysterious, revealing a strange magic.

Soon, he was immersed in it.

He didn't run the exercises, just listened intently.

Somewhere, he could feel that the ancestor Buddha was teaching him something.

He slowly closed his eyes, and Zufo's voice began to impact his heart and soul.

outside the temple.

Shen Nianxing raised his eyebrows and murmured, "This old guy actually used his ancestral sound directly. It seems that he took a fancy to Zhou Xuanji at a glance."

Her eyes flickered and her expression became complicated.

"Could he really be the next Hongmengtian?"

...

In the bamboo forest, Xian Xianghua meditated on a boulder, surrounded by clouds and mist, her robe fluttering slightly.

A young man in white suddenly trotted over. He knelt in front of the boulder and said excitedly, "Xian Gu, I found you again, can you teach me the exercises?"

This young man in white is called Zhou Tianyuan, the son of Zhou Epiphyllum.

A month ago, he came across Xianxianghua by chance.

Xianxianghua showed him her power and shocked him. In his opinion, this fairy is more powerful than his father.

In order to prove himself to his father, he wanted to apprentice Xian Xianghua, but Xian Xianghua said that he was not sincere enough to impress her.

In this way, Zhou Tianyuan, day after day, came to Xianxianghua to say goodbye.

Seeing his grandson's excited gesture, Xian Xianghua's face was expressionless, but he was laughing wildly in his heart.

For some reason, she suddenly remembered that she was facing Zhou Xuanji when she was a teenager.

Very cool!

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