Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4869: Inheritance can be seen
It's just that, creating another cultivation system, for the current Jian Wushuang, is tantamount to a fantasy, it's an unimaginable thing, and even the original source can't be realized.
But there was a way of retrospect ahead, which enabled Jian Wushuang to think about this boldly.
What exactly is Dayanhuan's cultivation system, and can he realize a different path?
The wooden boat travels extremely fast, breaking through the water in this black sea.
The black water in the Black Sea is relatively viscous, just like some kind of mucus, and can feel a lot of resistance.
The so-called Netherworld Continent is the only continent in the third celestial domain, and it is also very likely to be the inheritance of the elder who voluntarily died.
With the continuous advance, the black mountains in the Black Sea gradually decreased, and the sea area began to become as smooth as a mirror.
The sea area of Rumo is connected to the sky of chaos, and a flat boat is breaking through the water in the middle.
When land appears in the eyes, it indicates that the only piece of Mingyuan continent will arrive.
One step from the wooden boat to the land, the continent made of jagged rocks comes into view.
This endless continent seems to have also been infiltrated by black water, becoming black and rough, and there are hideous and convex rocks everywhere.
Even leg-high weeds are withered black.
"The inheritance should be here. Although he disperses to Xianyuan, he must still have obsessions here. I will personally guide him by then, and he will definitely succeed." Xiaodijun said in a condensed voice, and took the lead before stepping forward. Row.
The entire Nether Abyss Continent is vast, but compared with the inheritance perception of a Nine-Rank Great Yan Immortal, it is not as good as it is.
So the first time he set foot on the mainland, Jian Wushuang felt a majestic and exuberant breath of power.
He didn't even have to look for Xiaodijun, he locked a place.
It is a dangerous place, with eight black mountains like swords and swords. The stars and the moon are based on each other, and they are extremely powerful.
In the very center of the mountain, there is a halo of quintessence to the extreme.
"It seems to be there, let's go." Little Emperor said, and soared forward.
Under the mountains and rivers, Jian Wushuang came to the Yanli halo in an instant.
Different light beams of various colors are intertwined in it, and countless rainbow shadows are starting to recur, and the brilliance that is only revealed seems to be engulfing the world and destroying the earth.
Xiao Dijun took a deep breath and said, "It seems that this is the inheritance and perception of the elder, Brother Jian, can you feel the difference?"
"It's a feeling beyond the realm of evolving immortals." Jian Wushuang affirmed.
With Diqing, the Rank 9 Dayan Immortal by his side, Jian Wushuang has some familiarity and understanding of the realm of Dayan Immortal.
He can be sure that the current halo of Yanli is not weaker than Diqing.
"In that case, I am waiting for the good news from Brother Jian." Xiaodijun smiled.
However, Jian Wushuang didn't have much excitement, because he felt that it seemed a bit too hasty.
He is only the pinnacle of Immortal Yan, but he wants to comprehend the inheritance of sentiment that controls the Ninth-Rank Great Yan Immortal, which spans nearly a big realm. I'm afraid some accidents will happen.
But now the arrow is on the line and I have to send it.
Looking at that group of Yanli light group exuding brilliance, Jian Wushuang slowly stretched out his palm to fit it, and at this moment, a strange aura in that group of Yanli light made him suddenly vigilant.
The strange aura showed a black color, although it was only a flash, it still made Jian Wushuang subconsciously want to withdraw his palm.
The mutation was abrupt, almost at the same time when he retracted his palm, the Yanli light ball deformed, suddenly more than ten black and gorgeous lights were swept out, and it was attached to his arm, and then it was dragged into the light. In the regiment.
The whole process didn't even have a breath time, and Jian Wushuang disappeared without a trace.
The little Emperor on the side also reacted, reaching out to grab him, but was dragged in by the huge force.
The gang wind raged and rushed, and the entire Black Sea in the third heaven was restlessly agitated, and set off a huge wave.
Jian Wushuang only felt a burst of uncontrollable power, dragged him into a certain area, and then the scene before him changed drastically.
The rocks at the foot are no longer, but replaced by a vast square like a chessboard.
In front of this vast square, there is a magnificent and depressing giant hall.
Sword Wuming is extremely solemn and solemn, and all the breath that comes out here is dark and cold, full of solemnity.
This is not like the place where the inheritance is, but rather like the Shura field where a party is fighting.
Little Emperor Jun was also involved here, full of doubts.
"Brother Jian, where is this place?" He walked quickly to Jian Wushuang and asked.
Jian Wushuang said in a low voice, "We are all involved by the Yanli Light Group. Now it is very likely that we are in a certain area."
Little Emperor said uncertainly, "Could it be in the cave sky left by the elder?"
"If this is really the elder's domain in the cave, I am afraid he is definitely not a good person," Jian Wushuang's eyes gradually became solemn, "this is not a place of inheritance, but a trap."
"Trap?" He was startled, "No, this elder was very good to me when he was still alive. He even asked the emperor to be my big companion. He would never harm me. "
"You don't know if it hurts or not, how to get out of here unscathed now is the top priority." Jian Wushuang said, already operating secretly.
Just here, the magnificent and depressing hall suddenly opened its door, and a hurricane rose from it.
The pitch black hurricane rolled over in an instant, bringing a sensational trend.
Jian Wushuang also used ancestral skills in an instant.
The Heaven Gate of the Power Realm rises magnificently, like hundreds of rounds of great sun descending from the gate of light.
A giant finger that spreads through the sky directly blocked the pitch-black hurricane.
But just blocked it for a moment, and it fell apart.
"Go!" Jian Wushuang shouted.
But it was too late, and the unstoppable hurricane swept directly.
However, the imaginary pain did not strike, the hurricane quietly stopped in front of Jian Wushuang, no further progress.
Jian Wushuang quickly retreated more than ten feet before staring.
The hurricane that stopped was several feet high. After the layers of ashes peeled off, a black robe figure gradually condensed.
He was an old man in black robes with extremely black beard and hair. His face was pale and withered, and his eyes had no whites in them, just like two black pills, very strange.
"Who are you who dare to come here and disturb my sleep?"
As if the voices converging from all directions were low to the extreme, they seemed to be bloodthirsty.