Immemorial Sword Venerable

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"What's wrong? Is there a flower on my face?"

Fang Chen smiled, the sword dance red in shock immediately, feeling gaffe, his face covered with blush.

"Why are you here?"

Sword dance red sounds like mosquitoes, lowered his head and dared not look directly at Fang Chen.

"I heard you came in danger," Fang Chen said frankly.

The latter heard that his face was more ruddy, but his heart was beautiful.

"Come on, leave here first." Fang Chen said.

Hearing the words, Jianwuhong shook his head.

"The sword demon tower has a heritage on the ninth floor."

"Oh? Go and see."

After all, a group of three people entered the ninth floor of the sword demon tower.

Buzz ...

Just entering the ninth floor, I felt the endless sword gas emerged.

In the void, an old man's phantom appeared.

"Unexpectedly, three people came at once." The old man stared at Fang Chen and smiled.

"You are ..." Tie Yizun asked.

"I am the spirit of the sword demon tower, the master stays here, let me guard, and wait for the arrival of the fate." The old man said: "Now, the three of you are fate, but my master's inheritance can only choose one person . "

The old man looked thoughtfully at the three.

When he noticed Fang Chen, his face changed obviously.

"The two of you think about who will accept my master's heritage."

The old man pointed at the sword Wuwu and Tie Yi, ignoring Fang Chen directly.

"Why can't Brother Fang accept the inheritance?" Tie Yizun asked inexplicably.

"This kid has the breath of the mighty God Realm. Obviously he has accepted a stronger inheritance. My master has no need to accept this inheritance." The old man sighed.

Although it is a spirit, but anyway, he also saw the world with his master.

At a glance, Fang Chen's extraordinary.

After hearing this, Fang Chen pouted.

"You two have a discussion, I have no opinion." After he finished, he walked aside and sat down.

Thinking about it for a moment, Tie Yizun said: "Dancing the Red Girl, why not? Let's try both of us, who can accept the inheritance, even who's it?"

Wen Yan, Jian Wu red nodded.

"You come first."

"Sit on the futon, feel it carefully."

When the old man waved his palm, a yellow futon appeared out of thin air.

Jianwuhong sat on the top, and then began to feel.

The sword qi in the ninth floor continuously emerged.

Half an hour later, Jian Wuhong opened his eyes.

She shook her head helplessly, it seems that this heritage is not for her.

"Boy, it's your turn," the old man said.

Tie Yizong sat on the futon.

He just got on, the futon suddenly became very excited, and the old friend who seemed to wait for a long time appeared.

Seeing this, Fang Chen nodded.

It seems that Tie Yizun was recognized.

Tie Yizun itself is a genius of swordsmanship, and at one hour, he fully accepted the heritage.

boom……

At the moment when the inheritance was completely accepted, the cultivation practice of Tie Yizun reached the dual level of creation.

"Congratulations to Brother Tie."

Fang Chen got up, sorry to congratulate.

Tie Yizun was very happy, it was like a pie in the sky that hit himself.

I didn't even think about inheritance, so I was inherited in a muddle-headed way, and the cultivation practice was improved.

It is very difficult for the environment of creation to rise to the fore every time a weight is raised.

"Hey."

Tie Yizun smiled.

"Not bad," said the old man. "From now on, you will be my master's only apprentice. If one day, you can set foot in God Realm to avenge my master."

"Disciples visit Master."

Iron Yi bowed before the futon.

Buzz ...

The futon turned slowly, as if communicating with Tie Yizun.

Click ...

After a long time, the futon shattered and the debris burrowed into the iron body.

The spirit also disappeared.

"What is the owner of the sword demon tower?" Fang Chen asked.

"My Master is called Demon Sword Emperor, and was hurt by another emperor ..." Tie Yizun said slightly.

Fang Chen nodded without asking much.

"Now that you have accepted the heritage, let's go."

"Brother Fang, I can now control the sword demon tower." Tie Yizun said.

Fang Chen froze for a moment, then ecstatic.

…………

Under the sword demon tower, deep underground.

Manlong has been waiting, he is a little worried about the safety of Fang Chen and Tie Yizun.

"Damn light film." The barbarian said with some dissatisfaction.

However, just when he complained, the light film flickered.

Fang Chen and Tie Yi appeared.

"You guys are back?" The wild dragon exulted.

"Come on, go out and talk."

With the help of the little mouse, a group of people left the sword demon tower quietly, and then appeared in the outside world.

"The top priority is to inquire about Murong Bing's whereabouts." Fang Chen said.

"I'll ask."

The little mouse disappeared.

This time, the little mouse walked for three days and nights and returned with some fatigue.

"How is it?" Fang Chen asked.

"Boss, the Dobby tribe has grabbed a lot of Yuanshen and seems to open the ancestral altar." The little mouse brought back important news.

"Open the ancestral altar?"

The news shocked everyone.

This way is similar to sacrifice.

Once the ancestral altar is opened, Murong Bing's primordial spirit will definitely disappear completely.

Soul flying, even if the emperor of life and death, it is difficult to resurrect.

Thinking of this, Tie Yizun was confused.

"Where is the ancestral altar, we will go now." Tie Yizun said anxiously.

Fang Chen gently pressed Tie Yizun, and then said: "Brother Tie, we are also very anxious, but we can't take it easy, and a little carelessness will hurt Murong Bing."

"Yes, listen to Brother Fang, don't act rashly." Man Long focused on his head.

Jianwuhong remained silent.

"The upper arms of the Doubi tribe are very strong. If they come out hard, we don't have any chance of winning." Fang Chen analyzed: "However, I have a treasure, able to resist the attack of the high-level warriors of the chemical realm."

"You hid in my space treasure, I was alone, went to the altar of the Doubian tribe ancestors, and waited for the opportunity to rescue Murong Bing's Yuanshen, and then left in a starry dragon boat." Fang Chen said his plan.

The reason why I dare to break into the base of the Douban tribe is to rely on myself.

The dark magic wheel cooperates with the dragon boat in the star field, he wants to go, no one can stop unless the emperor of life and death.

However, using the dark magic wheel, he has to arrange a series of subsequent strains.

Once the Dark Magic Wheel is used, it will consume all its power.

"We can't let Brother Fang take the risk himself." Man Long said.

Fang Chen shook his head.

"You stay in the Dragon Boat in Xingyu, there are very important things to do." Fang Chen said.

After Fang Chen's persuasion, Tie Yizun three people agreed to this plan.

Fang Chen summoned the Star Dragon Boat and let three people enter the control room.

"When I summon the Starfield Dragon Boat, the three of you will take turns to control."

Fang Chen pointed a finger and three rays of light into the three people's minds.

"This is the means to control the Dragon Boat in the Starfield. You remember, as for the spirit stones, they are all in the next cabin." Fang Chen urged.

"Brother Fang assured, we will not let you down."

After arranging everything, Fang Chen was alone, disguised as a dobby, and went to the ancestral altar.

Along the way, I kept communicating with the little mouse and finally knew where the ancestral altar was.

Inside the ruins, there is a towering peak.

This mountain peak is called mountainous by the Dobby tribe.

Meaning the holy mountain of their multi-armed tribe.

Today, the Dobby is preparing to call the ancestral altar above the mountains.

The top of the mountain.

The leader of the multi-armed tribe, a ninth-level strongman in the forged realm, stands quietly.

He was wearing a battle shirt and his whole body was very scary.

Behind him, there are many sacrifices.

Each of these sacrifices has a Yuanshen Light Group.

A total of seven, seven, forty-nine light groups.

"Boss, the materials have been prepared, and the ancestral altar can be summoned." Said one of the elders of the Dobby.

Everyone heard the words below, very excited.

The ancestral altar, once called, their branch of the multi-armed tribe, will be permanently sheltered.

When the time comes, every human race will be completely alone.

The leader nodded and came to the black altar.

He waved his hands, and there was a strange breath around him.

"Yuan Shen is ready."

"Yuanshen is ready."

Forty-nine elders of the Dobby tribe, holding the Yuanshen Light Group, said in unison.

This is a sacred moment, a glorious moment belonging to their multi-armed tribe.

On many hills, countless Dobbians are praying.

"Pray for the ancestors' blessings, let the ancestral altar descend, and shelter the people of the Doubi tribe." The people chanted.

When Fang Chen came to the mountain, the ancestral altar summoning ceremony had already begun.

He quickly ascended the mountain, and everyone's attention was on the altar of summoning ancestors, and Fang Chen was not found at all.

Fang Chen pretended to be a multi-armed tribe, watching carefully.

"Forty-nine Yuanshen Light Group."

Fang Chen secretly said that he had discovered Murong Bing's light group.

"Oops, at the front."

Fang Chen screamed badly, he found that Murong Bing's Yuanshen was at the forefront.

There is a black halo on the other Yuanshen light group.

Only Murong Bing's Yuanshen Light Group is white ripples, which looks very pure.

"Yuanshen sacrifice."

After a bit of the mantra in the leader's mouth, he waved his hand and said in a deep voice.

Suddenly, forty-eight Yuanshen groups of light quickly separated from the palms of the elders and flew together to the black altar, gradually merging together.

Wow ...

The leader shot and forcibly merged the forty-eight Yuanshen Light Groups.

Suddenly, a miserable cry came out.

"Ancestral Altar, please listen to the call of the people."

The primordial light group held by the leader's pious hands was placed on the black altar.

Suddenly, there was constant thunder in the sky, and the terrifying thunder light instantly roared.

Yuanshen Light Group is directly absorbed by the black altar.

Rumble ...

Thunder and lightning.

The chief said a mantra in his mouth.

After the black altar absorbed the light of complaint, the streamer turned, and it seemed that the ancestral altar had recovered.

"Ancestral Altar, please listen to the call of the people."

The leader shouted loudly.

Immediately, with a big wave of his hand, Murong Bing's purest primal **** was also put in his palm.

The sacrifice has already begun and cannot be stopped.

"not good."

Fang Chen couldn't take care of so many critical moments.

He shows the true meaning of time and space, shuttles space.

At an unbelievable speed, he quickly came to the black altar, and then while the leader was stunned, he grabbed the Yuanshen of Murong Bing.

"Human race?"

The sacrifice was interrupted, and the leader awoke, roaring very furiously.

"Damn people, disturb the sacrifice of our Dobby."

The leader's breath was rippling around, his big hand was waving, and he violently attacked to the extreme, and quickly rushed towards Fang Chen.

boom……

Unexpectedly, the perfect sword body resisted the leader's blow.

Thump ...

Fang Chen vomited blood, pale, and stepped back a few steps.

He held Murong Bing's primordial spirit in his hand, and his cold voice spread throughout the mountainous area.

"If you are taking a step forward, I will crush this primal spirit."

The threat of Fang Chen made the leader very afraid.

Above the mountains, many people of the multi-armed tribe looked at Fang Chen with glaring eyes, and wished to smash the corpses into pieces.

Roar……

The Dobby tribe made an angry roar.

Summon the ancestral altar, which is the most sacred sacrificial offering of their multi-armed tribe, which was actually destroyed by the tribe.

Rumble ...

The thunder in the sky constantly bombarded the black altar.

The light lines that originally appeared gradually disappeared. "≠" ≠ "≠" ≠,

This is a sign that the ancestral altar is sleeping.

"No ..." The leader shouted in anger, staring at Fang Chen with scarlet eyes. "Bring the Yuanshen Light Group."

The call of the ancestral altar is only the last step. If they fail, their branch will never be qualified to call the ancestral altar.

They cannot fail, they can only succeed.

Who would have thought that at this critical moment, the human race came out to make trouble.

"Boy, give me Yuanshen Light Group, I can spare you not to die."

Seeing that the ancestral altar was about to fall asleep, the leader was anxious.