Fantasy: Me! Start To Create a Secret Building! Chapter 14: : Fengyun gathers! The undercurrent is raging!

　　"In the reckless calendar 8822, the two days are in the same sky, the seven dragons play with the beads, and they will not break up for half a decade!"

　　 This is the record of the birth of the Candle Dragon Tomb by chance.

　　……

　　 Heavenly Sword Holy Land.

　　 In this transcendent holy place, the bright sword light emerges from the forbidden area of ​​Houshan.

　　The horrible sword intent is condensed into a stalwart and immortal figure, standing in the void, with a stalwart posture, like an immortal king!

　　 Sword Intent swept all directions, shaking the entire Holy Land.

　　"The ancestor of the sword **** was born?!!!"

　　 Seeing the phantom in mid-air that looked down upon the past and the present and watched for nine days, there was an uproar in the Heavenly Sword Holy Land. All the disciples were kneeling on the ground, welcoming their saint ancestors.

　　 "Ancestor!"

　　The Heavenly Sword Saint Master also flew out from the Sword Temple, bowing respectfully.

　　 "The Broken Soul Mountains, a saint was born by chance!"

　　The shadow stands in the void, looking at the seven candle dragons that play Dragon Ball in the distant sky, slowly speaking, and the sound is like thunder, echoing in the Heavenly Sword Holy Land.

　　 "Sage chance!"

　　 Hearing the words of the ancestor of the sword god, a sound of cold breath sounded in the Heavenly Sword Holy Land.

　　 There are only two powerhouses at the saint level in the entire wilderness area.

　　 Where did this chance come from?

　　 "Sure enough?"

　　The Heavenly Sword Saint Lord has a solemn expression.

　　 can cause the shock that swept the entire wilderness, probably only the powerhouse of the saint level.

　　Just, why did a chance for a saint suddenly appear in the wild land?

　　 and there is no sign, suddenly born?

　　Something is abnormal, there must be a demon!

　　 "Ancestor, do you want to make a move?" The Heavenly Sword Saint Master asked softly.

　　 There is a great chance that a saint will be able to create another saint. No one can resist this temptation.

　　If there is another saint from the Heavenly Sword Holy Land, then he can become the real overlord of the wild land.

　　 The phantom stared at the distant vision. After a long time, he shook his head slowly:

　　"This is an opportunity for the younger generation. The Holy Land Tianjiao will fight for it. Anyone who brings back the inheritance of the opportunity can enter the Ten Thousand Sword Tomb for practice!"

　　"Ancestor..." The Heavenly Sword Saint Lord looked surprised. This is the opportunity for the Heavenly Sword Holy Land to become the overlord of the wild land.

　　 "After you are sanctified, you will understand the meaning, no need to say more!"

　　 It’s just that he was interrupted by the ghost before he finished speaking.

　　 Seeing this, the Heavenly Sword Lord could only shake his head helplessly.

　　 "By the way, old ancestor, that day machine pavilion..."

　　 Then, the Heavenly Sword Saint Master seemed to have thought of something, and asked quickly.

　　 "Don't care, under the emperor's order, the secret of heaven does not exist!"

　　 Void shadow replied faintly, and his figure slowly dissipated, and the terrifying sword intent shrouded in the Heavenly Sword Holy Land also retreated into the back mountain like a tide.

　　……

　　 Cang Feather Holy Land, the same dialogue is exactly the same. The two saints seem to have a premonition and choose to let Tianjiao go to fight for it.

　　 However, the other forces without a saint in charge were almost taken away by the chance of this saint.

　　 Demon Gate.

　　 A withered old man sitting in the depths of the cave, like a dead body, exuding a deep twilight.

　　 But even if he doesn't move, he still has a supreme majesty that makes people afraid to look directly at him.

　　 suddenly.

　　 The old man suddenly opened his eyes, and two substantive rays of light penetrated the void, looking at the secret realm of the Candle Dragon Tomb.

　　"The saint was born by chance, and the chance for the old man to become saint is here!"

　　 At the moment when the old man awakened, a group of high-level people gathered outside the cave.

　　 "Ancestor."

　　The master of the demon gate respectfully stepped forward.

　　"Go to investigate immediately, and report to me immediately after confirming that it is the chance of the saint!"

　　The hoarse voice rang from the cave, shuddering.

　　 At the same time, an extremely terrifying aura spewed out and fell on the top of the heavenly demon gate, causing them all to kneel on the ground.

　　"Old ancestors, that side of the machine pavilion..."

　　 The master of the Heavenly Demon Gate hesitated for a moment, and asked cautiously.

　　"Yi Er, why bother, after the old man is sanctified, he can erase it with his hands!"

　　 The old man sneered, and said indifferently: "By then, the sky in this wild land should also change."

　　"Disciples obey orders!"

　　The master of the demon gate respectfully salutes.

　　 "There are..."

　　 However, just when the master of the Celestial Demon Gate was about to leave, the hoarse voice sounded again:

　　"The progress of your practice is too slow. The time left for you is running out!"

　　 Hearing this, the expressions of the people in the Heavenly Demon Sect changed drastically, and they lowered their heads quickly, shivering.

　　 However, under the frightened faces of everyone, there is a hint of resentment.

　　 "Go and do something, if you don't bring back news, you know the consequences!"

　　 The old man’s voice slowly fell silent, as if it came from Jiuyou.

　　 The master of the Heavenly Demon Gate did not dare to stay, and led a group of elders, and quickly left the back mountain.

　　……

　　 Qinglong Temple.

In the 　　 handyman’s yard, a young monk holding a broom looked up at the vision in the sky, his brows furrowed.

　　"Heaven’s vision is not a good sign!"

　　 Zhenxin lowered his head and murmured, the Buddha's light flickered in his eyes.

　　 When he saw that vision, the power of Tianji Pavilion came to him for the first time.

　　"Which power is Tianji Pavilion?"

　　 He has hidden in this Qinglong Temple for more than 20 years. Even if the abbot who gets along with him every day did not see his strength, he was exposed by the heavenly secret pavilion that suddenly appeared.

　　The feeling of nowhere to hide makes him like a man on his back.

　　 "It seems that in the future, I will have to go to Tianji Pavilion!"

　　 Truly took a deep breath, lowered his head and said silently in his heart:

　　 "Check in."

　　……

　　 Hundred thousand mountains in the wild land.

　　 A naked boy walked out of the dense forest.

　　The young man has a thin body, but he can still feel the terrifying power hidden in the thin body.

　　 Behind him, he dragged a monster that was ten times larger than him, its chest collapsed, and the dead could no longer die.

　　 "This is... Candle Dragon Spirit Fruit?"

　　The young man threw the monster aside, his eyes narrowed slightly.

　　 Facing this saint's chance, he behaved extremely calmly, even with a hint of...disgust.

　　"The spirit fruit raised by a few bugs...Although there is some **** ~IndoMTL.com~, it is barely enough."

　　 Speaking of this, the corner of the boy’s mouth raised a wicked smile: "Also, my evil saint Chen Beixuan’s name, it’s time to see the sun again."

　　……

　　This terrifying vision has made the originally calm and wild land become turbulent undercurrents.

　　 In the Tianji Pavilion, Su Yu is still reading and drinking tea leisurely, looking like a okay person.

　　 "Senior, what happened outside...?"

　　 Mu Yanran stood behind her, after hesitating for a moment, she couldn't help asking.

　　 Su Yu took a sip of the tea without raising his head, and said calmly: "It's nothing, just a chance for a saint has opened."

　　 "Holy...sage chance!"

　　 Mu Yanran's beautiful eyes widened, and her breathing became quicker.

　　 As long as it is a monk, there is no resistance to sanctification at all.

　　 But senior, it seems that he doesn't care at all.

　　 Mu Yanran secretly glanced at Su Yu's back, then laughed at herself.

　　"Also, the strength and personality of the predecessors, the chance of a saint in his eyes, may not be worth mentioning."

　　 But the next moment, Mu Yanran seemed to think of something, a worrisome expression on her face.

　　The saint was born by chance, and a **** battle will surely be set off in the wild land.

If 　　 Goddess Palace is involved, I don’t know how many people have been damaged.

　　"Master, will she also..."

　　 However, when Mu Yanran was worried, Su Yu's gentle voice suddenly rang in her ears.

　　 "You don't have to worry about your master."

　　 I saw Su Yu finally put down the book in his hand, looked up outside the Tianji Pavilion, and said lightly:

　　 "She has come!"