Legend of Swordsman Chapter 5322: 5317

The face of Taoist Liuyang is green and his eyes are extremely sharp.

Jian Wushuang's body shape just now was erratic, and the space on the ring was under his control.

"How is this possible, he is a Daojun, how can he master the origin of space."

Many emperors are speechless.

The origin of space!

Many Taoists don’t even know what it is, let alone master it.

"The people on the Tomb God Mountain are really extraordinary!"

Those who want to see Jian Wushuang's true strength now fully understand, what is the difference between heaven and earth.

"Brother Jiujian, I am afraid that you will be defeated by this little friend of the 13th Tai Ajian of the Qing Palace this time."

Although I should laugh at Shangqing Palace at this time, Taoist Liuyang couldn't laugh.

With a move in my heart, a blood-colored token floating in the source rotates, recording the scene just now, and transmitting it to a certain hall in the depths of the northern realm.

"Suspected inheritance found!"

Hidden in the ancient hall deep in the north.

One of his arms, which was about to dry out, suddenly moved.

Under the ray of sunlight, the owner of the arm leaked his thin, sallow face, and his face was even more terrifying than the guardian.

Although there is no life in the body of the guardian, at least he looks like a person.

This exhausted old man has no personal character, his body is like dry wood, his face is like ashes, and even the outline of his face is almost buried by dust.

"Xiao Liuzi has sent a letter!"

The skinny old man moved his arm slightly and turned the reluctant lamp.

There is a message and a picture above.

After watching everything that happened above, the old man's eyes leaked light.

"Heirer!"

Puff!

A strong breath began to rise, and the skinny old man straightened up in an instant, and his whole body became full of energy.

"Don't wait for countless epochs, has the true temple finally opened?" The skinny old man's gaze penetrated everything like a torch.

Gurulu!

The body of the skinny old man began to change, and the power of flesh and blood rose from the abyss below.

The divine body is also gradually breaking through, 10,000 times, 20,000 times, 30,000 times, and 50,000 times.

Until the final sixty-eight thousand times.

After the divine body completely recovered, the old man's physical body began to fall off, leaving only a divine phantom.

In the abyss, a living body slowly rises up.

"This physical body can keep you alive for three days. Even if Bai Yi comes, you can escape. Remember to hold the bottom line and the true spirit will recover. Once he does it, I can't save you."

The voice in the abyss is very low, reminding the skinny old man carefully.

The current skinny old man has renewed his vitality, and the phantom of the divine body enters the physical body, rises directly, clenches a fist slightly, and fills his body with powerful force.

"It's been a long time since I felt this way. Three days is enough."

"Be careful!"

"I will remember this kindness, I will remember it!"

At the same time, hundreds of figures appeared at the same time in the four secret realms of the northern realm and even the secret realm of the heavens. These people are all the same as the skinny old man.

"Huh! The price is given to King White, and the inheritor actually appeared in the north!"

"Yeah!"

Countless people have received that message, but it's a pity that there is only King White in the north.

The White King, who has recovered his absolute strength, soars into the sky. For him, it only takes three hours to reach Liuzhou from the depths of the northern realm.

If you take the teleportation array, it may be much faster, but the teleportation array has the origin of space, and the real spirit sits there, and he may be discovered as soon as he enters.

He knows the strength of the true spirit.

That time at the Forest of Ten Thousand Treasures, they made old guys like them more vigilant.

"My card-clan will definitely be great again. The true temple can't restrain us."

The White King!

A powerful **** who crossed the sky and earth in the ancient times, whose strength far surpassed the average Tier 6, has entered the highest level.

However, in the true temple, he couldn't break through if he couldn't get out. The origin in the true temple was eroding him all the time. He had to abandon his physical body and origin and embark on the line of the divine body.

Now the divine body is more than 60,000 times, although it can only last for three days, it is enough.

After King White broke through the air and left, the abyss of the ancient highness also began to collapse.

Under the abyss, a huge eye leaked out, and then it began to dim.

"You can't count on these idiots too much. Other plans are also going to be launched. I really miss my time in the Titans!"

The huge eyes eventually disappeared.

In the Shangqing Palace, Jian Wushuang calmly walked towards the Pavilion of Watching Chaos. I don't know yet, there is a strong man who will come here in three hours and come for him.

The strength of the sheep's three-eyed, I am afraid that it will fall in the face of a face.

Even if the Shangqing Patriarch made a move, he couldn't stop a few rounds.

Before the horror came, Jian Wushuang also had a warning in his heart. He always felt that something was missing there, but there was no way to guess.

After returning to the Guanchao Pavilion, after a low-key greeting with those emperors and powerful, he fell back to his seat.

"Senior Sheep, let's go back after taking the golden sword! There doesn't seem to be anything special here." Jian Wushuang whispered quietly.

The uncomfortable feeling in my heart did affect his decision-making.

The original plan was to go to other places in the Shangqing Palace to take a good look after the sword seizure was over. It's not necessary now, it's better to go back earlier.

Sheep's three eyes naturally didn't have any questions, and Transsion responded at the moment without any questions.

Jian Wushuang nodded and didn't say anything. When he looked at the ring, he glanced at the Daoist Liuyang, the giant of the magic path. With a smile on his face, he was talking and laughing with an emperor, and he couldn't see anything at all. .

But he always feels that this magician giant is watching him all the time.

After a glance, he looked at the ring again.

The Taoist Liuyang talked with the emperor beside him on the surface, but he was surprised at the bottom of his heart.

He didn't know what Jian Wushuang had just looked at.

It's disrespectful to look directly at the emperor. Even if Jian Wushuang's status is very high, he should know this. Generally, he will not look directly at the emperor and strong.

If Jian Wushuang watched him just because he had just delivered the news, it would be too scary.

The method of transmitting the message was granted by the master of the heavenly demon personally. He once told him that this method of transmission, let alone the sixth-order emperor, would not be noticed even in the presence of the master of the temple.

That's why he sent so boldly.

"No matter what, this Jian Wushuang will not live long, Tomb God Mountain? Humph, it's just a joke, and these idiots will take it seriously!" Daoist Liuyang sneered in his heart.

He knows more things than these people.

He knows a lot about inheritors, true temples, and even true gods.

The most important thing is that he knows where he is?

Also know where I am going!

After knowing this, he has a bigger goal.

For this goal, I will die.