Immemorial Sword Venerable

Chapter 906: I beg the lord to resurrect my wife

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It took a while for Fang Chen to wake up from the shock.

At this time, his face was covered with an excited smile.

"Senior, did I really get the approval of Burial Sword Emperor?" Fang Chen asked hurriedly.

The Jianjian man nodded, and after Fang Chen was determined, he was even more excited.

I still remember that in the ancient sword continent, his wife Xingyue died in the hands of Moyun Lianzhou in order to save him.

He hated that he was useless, watching his wife die, but unable to avenge him.

Later, he desperately wanted revenge, but died in the hands of Moyun Lianzhou.

Perhaps it was the fate of the destiny, Ding Nei headed him across the ocean restricted area and came to the Burial Sword State.

Then he successfully resurrected.

When he learned from the main mouth of the Palace of Burial Swords, as long as he could get the approval of Burial Sword Emperor, Burial Sword Emperor would unconditionally agree to a request.

Burial Sword Emperor is too powerful, even in the extraterrestrial universe, it is considered to be a top-notch strongman.

Although it has long since fallen, no one can doubt the burial of the sword emperor's promise.

At that time, Fang Chen secretly vowed in his heart that he must be approved by the buried sword emperor, and then asked him to resurrect his wife Xingyue.

Now, the goal is finally completed.

In Fang Chen's heart, he was very excited and his body was trembling.

"Senior, I got the approval of the Burial Sword Emperor. Can the Burial Sword Emperor do me a favor?" Fang Chen's voice shivered a little.

Jian Jian's man gave Fang Chen a surprised look, and then said: "Come with me."

After talking, Jianhen turned and left, and Fang Chen hurriedly followed behind him.

The entire eighteenth floor of the Burial God Sword Prison is very quiet.

After a while, the man with the sword marks stopped, and then he bowed down directly to a statue several feet high in front of him.

"Mr. Jian Di, according to your requirements, has selected an outstanding young generation for you." Jian Jian said aloud.

Strange to say, the sword-marked man's voice just fell, and suddenly the entire eighteenth floor, the magnificent aura, all poured into this several-foot-high statue, and then the statue's eyes opened instantly. Too.

Fang Chen stared at the statue carefully, his heart was shocked.

This statue gave him a very depressed feeling.

It seems that the whole sky is falling down.

"Is this the statue that buried the sword emperor?"

Fang Chen was shocked.

The statue's eyes blinked and then stared at Fang Chen.

Suddenly, Fang Chen felt that all his secrets were seen by the statue.

"It's true ... less than two decades of cultivation, and I realized the true meaning of time and space." Inside the statue, there was a vicissitude of voice.

"The real meaning of time and space?"

Fang Chen heard that, a little puzzled.

The self-cultivation clearly is the true meaning of the void, why is the statue said to be the true meaning of time and space?

"With my approval, you can let me meet your request, let's say, what do you need me to do?" The statue said in a deep voice.

Finally, until this day, Fang Chen clenched his fists, excited.

"Buried Sword Emperor Master, I want to resurrect my wife." Fang Chen said excitedly.

During the speech, Fang Chen took out the body of his wife Xingyue from the space ring.

"Oh? Resurrect your wife?"

If they are ordinary people, they will definitely ask for some kind of peerless inheritance. In short, they can strengthen their own skills.

However, this child actually just asked to resurrect his wife.

You know, the promise of burying the sword emperor, in the extraterrestrial universe, countless powerful people will also covet.

And Fang Chen, just such a request?

One way to practice is to go against the sky.

The martial artists lived for a long time, and the third wife and four concubines were very normal.

To waste a promise to resurrect a dead wife is not worth it to ordinary people.

"Yes, the junior's request is to resurrect my wife." Fang Chen clenched his fists, his forehead covered with beads of sweat.

Suddenly there was a trace of fear in his heart. He was afraid of the relic of burying the sword emperor and said that he could not resurrect his wife.

"Buried Sword Emperor Master, you are a **** above you, and you will be able to resurrect my wife." Fang Chen said in a deep voice.

The statue stared at Fang Chen, looked at it for a long time, and then smiled with satisfaction: "I haven't met a little guy like you in a long time, yes, by my means, I can resurrect your wife, but ..."

Hearing the remnant of the buried sword emperor, Fang Chen's heart sank with an unknown hunch.

"Buried Sword Emperor ..."

Fang Chen is very anxious. It's about his wife. How can he not worry.

"However, a long time ago, I fell. Now I am only here with a trace of remnants. I can't resurrect her in a short time, and this little burial sword state can't carry my strength."

Wen Yan, Fang Chen's dangling heart, let go.

In any case, as long as you can resurrect your wife, you are willing to bear all the costs.

"Pray that Lord Jiang Jian will resurrect my wife." Fang Chen said archedly.

Burial Sword Emperor nodded, his deep eyes stared at Fang Chen, and asked, "Are you sure? Once you let me go, you can't regret it."

"I'm sure." Fang Chen said directly without any hesitation.

Wen Yan, buried sword emperor nodded, and then said: "The resurrection time is longer, you are patiently waiting here."

The words of the mourning sword emperor's remnant had just fallen, and suddenly Xingyue's body was suspended, and then directly shrouded in dazzling light.

Fang Chen waited anxiously.

"Since the Burial Sword Emperor shot, he will definitely succeed." The Guardian said.

Fang Chen nodded, but still worried.

Time is fleeting.

A month passed in a blink of an eye. Fang Chen was still waiting in the eighteenth floor of the buried sword sword prison.

Xingyue's body was shrouded in dazzling light and could not be seen at all.

Fang Chen was very anxious, but was helpless.

"One month." Fang Chen is below, walking around.

At this time, the guardian came.

"Do not worry."

Wen Yan, Fang Chen can only nod.

During this period, the Burial God Sword Prison opened, and all 13 surviving warriors left.

Their return to Burial Sword State caused a shock to Burial Sword State.

After they came out, they found that Fang Chen was no longer, and did not think much, thinking that Fang Chen quietly left.

Thirteen Xuanwang realm strongmen were invited by the palace master who buried the sword fairy palace.

In an instant, they became the focus of Burial Sword State.

All the major forces came to Burial Sword State one after another and wanted to win over these 13 people.

Especially among the 13 people, Lu Jingyun and five of them are very young and have great potential.

As for Fang Chen, it has long been forgotten by everyone.

The dead genius, even once dazzling, is destined to be forgotten by everyone.

The warriors buried in Jianzhou thought that Fang Chen had fallen into the jail of the buried god.

As for the 13 people who came out alive, they did not come forward to explain.

Only the palace owner who buried the sword fairy palace, after interrogating thirteen people, had a lot of thoughts in his mind, and even had a bold guess.

Burial God Sword Prison opened countless times, but this time it was the biggest one. The crowd actually reached the tenth floor and got the heart of Xuantian.

It is a pity that other prospective kings have fallen, otherwise Jianzhou will definitely rise rapidly.

In the Jianzhou prefecture, after a short period of excitement, thirteen strong men chose to retreat one after another.

This trip to bury the gods and swords in prison greatly touched them.

After they closed their doors, a few months later, the shock in the buried sword state finally subsided gradually.

At this time, half a year has passed since the remnant of the Sword Emperor's Funeral began to resurrect.

"It's been half a year, why hasn't it been resurrected yet?"

Almost every day, Fang Chen was anxiously waiting.

Half a year later, he was still very worried.

"Don't worry, the method of burying Lord Sword Emperor is not what you can imagine." The Guardian said.

However, just when the guardian's voice fell, there was a colorful light inside the statue.

Then, this colorful light wrapped Xingyue's corpse, directly tearing the sky, and disappeared into the burial **** sword prison.

Wow ...

On the eighteenth floor, calmness was restored.

"Mr. Jian Di, my wife?" Fang Chen asked hurriedly when he saw the statue's eyes open.

"I still overestimated the power of the mortal world," said Canian, the funerary sword emperor.

Fang Chen sank in his heart and looked anxiously at the statue.

"Buried Sword Emperor, is my wife?"

"If you want to resurrect a person, you must have enough source power. However, in this mortal world, the source power is too rare to be able to resurrect your wife. But you can rest assured that I will use the sky to tear the sky Your wife's body was sent to a mysterious place in the extraterrestrial universe. When you got there, the source of the original power entered the body, and your wife would naturally be resurrected. "

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