Signed To The Ancestral Land For A Hundred Years, You Will Be Invincible When You Come Out Of The Mo

In the dim underground cave, Wu Tian has lost the concept of time.

He can only count his heartbeat. From the moment he jumped into the giant tree, his heartbeat has beaten about 1,000 times.

But Wu Tian calculated that his heart rate beats an average of 60 beats per minute.

In other words, he has been climbing for about twenty minutes.

The bright lantern illuminates the branches below. Wu Tian jumped off the last branch and finally landed on the ground.

The beating fire light shone on his clear face, setting off his face a little uncertain.

In the shadows, an abominable breath is quietly growing, and malicious eyes are peeping and coveting.

"Gurulu!"

In the dark corner, an angry cry sounded.

As if to warn outsiders not to move forward.

Wu Tian ignored it and walked forward with a cane holding a lantern.

Suddenly, a torn and mutilated, only blood-stained bone frame was thrown out.

From the fragments of feathers, it can be vaguely seen that these are Wu Tian's previous detection pigeons.

"What's this? Is it a demonstration?"

Wu Tian raised his head and sneered, a crutch fell off in his hand, and a dragon head sword splashed with cold light appeared in his hand, "Just kill my pigeon, dare to provoke me in front of me?

The body was taut and ejected like a spring, the ground cracked and gravel splashed.

In the dark corner, a few ugly and deformed monsters in pitch black turned their heads and ran away as they saw a ghost.

Wu Tian was surprised to find that the direction in which they were escaping was the same as the direction pointed by Longxu.

After thinking for a while, Wu Tian did not choose to kill them immediately, but fell behind and pretended to chase them.

Facts have proved that Wu Tian's choice is correct.

Under this abyss, the mountains and rocks are rugged, the roads crisscross, winding around, and the dragon-shaped jade pendant does not have an automatic navigation system.

Thanks to the guidance of these monsters, Wu Tianshao made many detours.

It wasn't until the outline of a palace appeared in front of him that Wu Tian made a sharp move and swiftly killed a few monsters.

Taking the steps that the six relatives did not recognize, he swaggered towards the front door.

The entire city is made of bronze, and the huge and magnificent old age feels rushing to the face.

The main gate of the city was closed, only a dark dog hole beside the gate was convenient for passage.

Wu Tian dipped through the dry moat and came to the gate, looking at the dog hole that should be barely able to get into, and fell into silence.

Drilling a dog hole?

Dignified Martial Spirit realm powerhouse, the invisible guardian of the martial family, drilling the dog hole if it spreads...

This must not make people laugh out of their teeth, and have nowhere to put their faces?

After thinking for a while, his calm gaze shifted to the thick bronze gate.

He stretched out Bai Ying's palm and tried to push, but he didn't move!

Wu Tian retracted his hand, twisted his waist, and kicked heavily on the bronze gate.

The bronze gate trembled slightly, and gradually opened a gap that could only be passed by one person, and dust accumulated for hundreds of years fell from above.

Wu Tian hurriedly entered the city sideways, suddenly enlightened.

Different from the dead silence of the outside world, the city is very lively, the streets and alleys are crowded with people, walking around with a weird posture, and one after another "guru" echoes in his ears.

"Horrible!"

Wu Tian's body halted, his Adam's apple surging, and he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

"Roar!"

A low threatening roar sounded, and a sharp-eyed monster in the "crowd" had spotted the uninvited guest.

Raising his head and roaring, he took the lead to gallop towards Wu Tian. The quiet and peaceful city like ink painting was broken and calm, as if a drop of clear water fell into the oil pan, causing a violent reaction.

"Human! Human!"

The "people" in the streets and alleys rushed to Wu Tian, ​​their scarlet tongues spit out, shaking wet saliva, and the crazy and greedy expression on their faces made people palpitate.

The closest monster had already rushed to Wu Tian's, Zhang Da's blood basin rushed towards him with a big mouth, and the stench in his mouth could be clearly smelled even several meters away.

Time seems to freeze at this moment!

"Does this treat me as a prey?"

A sardonic smile appeared at the corner of Wu Tian's mouth, his hands moved slightly, a flash of cold light flashed, and the monster was dismembered into eight pieces.

Looking back again, the sword was still in its sheath, as if Wu Tian hadn't made a move at all, and had not drawn the sword to defend against the enemy.

"It's so ugly, it's not worthy of me to do it myself!"

Wu Tian shook his head, sighed, disgusted in his heart, and the strong spiritual cleanness surging out did not allow him to have any intersection with these disgusting monsters.

Raising the lantern in his hand and walking forward, all the Flying Swords in the storage ring were released.

Hundreds of Flying Swords ran out with joy, screamed happily, and gathered together to play.

Whenever a monster pounces, there is a Flying Sword outlier to kill instantly.

When the monsters swarmed like a tide, Flying Swords formed a sword formation by themselves.

Sword intent is galloping, vast as the sea.

The monsters are like wheat harvested in autumn, falling one crop after another.

The corpses fell like a mountain, and foul blood ran across the streets.

Flying Sword opened the way ahead, and Wu Tian stepped on the corpses of a group of headless monsters and came to the central main hall of the city.

Stepping into the magnificent hall, the long beacon lights on both sides of the lamp automatically ignite, and the unknown lamp oil in the lamp is sizzling.

The end of the hall was supposed to be a throne, but now that throne has been demolished in pieces and built into a sword mound.

There is also a line of words engraved on it, the tomb of Wu Qiankun.

There is also a blue whirlpool around the sword mound, which is like a secret realm.

Wu Qiankun?

Wu Tian was shocked, isn't this the name of the ancestor he pretended to be.

"It's been more than eight hundred years, the old man has finally waited for someone to be destined!"

An illusory figure rose from the sword grave, surrounded by a gentle white light, and with that dusty temperament, it was solemn and holy as an immortal in the sky.

"Unscrupulous descendant Wutian, pay homage to our ancestors!"

Wu Tian reacted quickly, with a harmless smile on his face, and bowed deeply at the figure.

Heavenly Dao is good Samsara, who has God spared?

I used to pretend to be the ancestor of the Wu family and accept others to kneel down, but now that he meets the real ancestor of the Wu family, it is his turn to kneel down.

I have to say that this scene is a bit dramatic.

The white figure waved his hand and said, "I am not him, no need to kneel on me, I am just a ray of self-consciousness born."

understood!

Wu Tian stood up silently and shouted, "Junior Wu Tian, ​​see senior!"

Since the prayer is wrong, then do it again.

In any case, the courtesy cannot be less.

"Why do you want to worship it again!" the white figure asked inexplicably.

"It was Wu Qiankun's ancestor who worshipped before, but this time it is you."

"Good boy! It's an appetite for me!"

The white man Yingle laughed, obviously he was very satisfied with Wu Tian's behavior.

"If everyone will come like you, this heritage won't be stagnant in my hands for hundreds of years."

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