Chronicles of the Kingdom of Heaven Chapter 1777: Get together

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In previous years, when I came in by myself and came to this place, I would often gain something. At least I would unearth an ancestor. The Zhuhuo Lingmu used to forge my eighth flying sword was dug from here... …

Furthermore, the ancestor inheritance last time, he has not completely dug out, because of the limitation of cultivation base, he had to leave temporarily. This time the eight flying swords gathered, it should be able to complete it completely...

"Sure enough, it's still..."

After walking for a while, I suddenly saw a pile of rocks on the side of the road. Hong Yitian knew that the things he had hidden here last time had not been found.

I hurriedly followed the mark made last time and searched all the way. Almost half an hour later, I found a small pit more than half a meter deep. If someone sees this place, I will definitely find nothing, no matter what. Unexpectedly, there will be all the wealth of a veteran Dharma image hidden in this...

It's just that Hong Yitian frowned when he was about to start digging. He paused as he was about to take his steps and looked behind him...

As if looking at the void, his face was cold and he said, "Sneak followed all the way, and won't let me come out!"

But...

The voice fell, but there was no one behind him, as if Hong Yitian was shouting to the void...

However, Hong Yitian still had a cold face, as if he did not give up, but narrowed his eyes slightly: "I'm giving you three breaths time. If you still don't come out, don't blame me for being ruthless, although this place cannot be disturbed. Killed, but I didn’t say not to interrupt my hands and feet!"

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

Hong Yitian finished shouting, waited there for a while, looked around, and found no movement, then he was relieved, and then shook his head and said: "Damn, after trying so many times, I didn't scare anyone. Come, waste my time."

After finishing this set of procedures, Hong Yitian rolled up his sleeves and started to dig...

But...

As soon as he started his hands, he suddenly saw that a corner of his clothes seemed to be exposed in the void, and a flying sword shot out subconsciously, with a bang, and suddenly exploded from the void. There is a figure...

The figure hovered in the air for a few times, and also after throwing out a sword light, only heard the sound of "clang" and knocked the wooden sword back.

The figure just landed on a mound, staggered a few steps, and finally stabilized his figure, revealing a handsome young man.

As soon as the young man stabilized his figure, his face was furious: "Hong Yitian, you just didn't find out if I was right!"

"Are you embarrassed to say?"

Hong Yitian was also surprised at this time. He didn't seem to expect that this method could really swindle people, but after seeing the other party show up, he looked contemptuous.

Speaking of which, the two are also complaining...

That was hundreds of years ago, and it also happened in this tomb in the ruins.

The young man's name is Wei Lang, who is also a person in Tianmen City. At that time, the relationship with Hong Yitian was quite good, and they came to this ruin tomb together. After all, they were only new to the Dharma at the time. It was a giant, but in this Tianmen City, it was only acceptable.

Although the two of them also participated in the opening of this tomb, they only turned around in the periphery, and did not expect to have any big gains.

Who knows, even if you are spinning around here, you have a big chance!

It was a strange ghost wood, rooted on the corpse of an ancestor. It was originally a thing of wood, and it was full of innate anger, but it was rooted in the corpse and was born, relying on that lifelessness for food.

In this life and death, the ghost tree has a great fortune, and it falls into the hands of a master craftsman. At least a heavenly magic weapon can't escape.

It was just such a piece of ghost wood, but it was made by the two people at the same time that they were not satisfied with how to distribute these things, and finally they fought...

In the end, Hong Yitian, relying on his immature sword formation, fought for three days and three nights, and defeated the opponent...

In the end, this piece of ghost wood became one of the eight flying swords...

Now, the two have met again...

Just when the two people met, there was a change outside the tomb...

Following, I saw an incomparably powerful aura, and countless densely packed talisman seals gathered, a magic circle was condensed out of thin air, and between a burst of light distortion, a vague figure appeared in it.

"The junior Qianxiang, welcome the ancestors of Vientiane..."

The true monarch Qianxiang leaned over and bowed.

At this time, this figure was completely solidified. It was a bald old man with a gentle smile on his face, looking quite kind.

At this time, it was said to be solidified, but in fact, it was just a phantom. At this time, he smiled with Qianxiang Zhenjun and waved his hand to exempt the ceremony: "Hehe, no need to be polite, these years, you have been stationed It’s been hard in the city too. If I were your master, I would have to ask you to go back to rest and rest. Your master can be cruel and get a good disciple, which has been squeezed for thousands of years."

"Thank you for your concern, senior, it's nothing to do with Master, it's Qianxiang who took the initiative to stay here..." Zhenjun Qianxiang said.

"I said the old man in Vientiane, you are so old, can you still have a face, and talk about the master in front of your apprentice, be careful that the guy in Tianxin knows that you are endless." The voice fell, but only a seven or eight The year-old child appeared on another stone seat.

This child looks rosy skin, pink jade, with two round hair buns on his head, which is quite delicate and cute, but his eyes are not the least innocent children should have, this Shi quite looked at the old man with contempt, and there was an old-fashioned look in his immature voice.

"Meet the ancestor of the Changshengzi." When the boy appeared, Qianxiang Zhenjun also held his fist and saluted.

"You don't need to give too much gifts." The boy, who is called the long-lived son, nodded to let the true monarch Qianxiang dismiss the gift. The conversation between the two, a boy and a middle-aged man, was strange.

However, there was no half of the feeling that it was wrong. The bald-headed old man just curled his lips: "Isn’t I just caring about the younger generation? If this is the hapless disciple below you, I’m not too lazy to remind you, reincarnating with a poor ghost It’s the same. I went to visit me and I even ate, took, and walked along with the tea cup on the table. It’s like a beggar who lives like a beggar. It’s really..."

"Which beggar do you mean!" Hearing this, the boy was angry: "Where is your disciple so strong? A sword formation has practiced for thousands of years and hasn't cultivated to understand, so I am embarrassed to talk about others? "