Reborn 80,000 Years Chapter 324: Inherit the mantle
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Chapter 324 Succession Mantle
"North Mang Sword Saint?"
The sudden words made Yang Chen and Mu Lingyun surprised, and looked at the skeleton in unimaginable ways.
"Are you the Sword Saint of Beimang?" Yang Chen frowned and stared at him suspiciously.
"Why, doesn't it look like?" Skeleton smiled, stretched out the black bone paw, touched his head, and then laughed: "Oh, this seat has forgotten, now I am no longer in the past. The handsome and suave man has become a skeleton."
Successful?
Yang Chen rolled his eyes, only feeling that the Sword Saint Beiman in front of him seemed a little unreliable.
"Great Emperor, be careful, this guy may really be the Sword Saint of Beiman." Gu Tianji's voice came from his mind: "It is estimated that only Wu Zun can keep the remnant soul for tens of thousands of years. The strong of the environment can do it!"
Hearing this, Yang Chen nodded silently.
Mu Lingyun stood up and hugged his fist to the bones of the Sword Saint of North Mang, and said, "Since it is the tomb of the predecessor, then I will not bother it. It disturbed the sleep of the predecessor and hopes that the predecessor will forgive me. "
Mu Lingyun said, turning to leave.
Before leaving, I didn't forget to stare at Yang Chen.
However, just as she had just taken two steps, the North Mang Sword Saint suddenly waved his right hand, and a wall fell out of thin air from the top of the main hall, blocking the path of Mu Lingyun with a "bang".
The way to leave the hall is also completely blocked.
"Hold on, did I let you go?"
Swordmaster Beimang yawned and said lazily.
However, these words made Yang Chen and Mu Lingyun goose bumps all over, looking at him in horror.
"What do seniors mean?" Yang Chen frowned, and while speaking, the spiritual power in his body was running wildly. As long as there was something wrong with this old thing, Yang Chen would immediately run away.
"Hey, don't be nervous."
Beimang Sword Saint patted the open space in front of him and smiled: "Don’t be nervous, don’t be nervous, I won’t hurt you. It’s just that the old man hasn’t been out for tens of thousands of years. It’s boring to be alone here. Sit down and chat with me."
Yang Chen sat down without saying anything.
Mu Lingyun frowned, hesitated, and also sat there.
"Senior, what is going on?" Yang Chen asked.
"Oh." Sword Saint Beiman sighed, but answered the wrong question: "Unexpectedly, after waiting for so long, someone can finally come to this seat safe and sound. It's worth noting this seat for so many years. Waiting."
When they heard this, both of them were slightly taken aback.
I saw that the Sword Saint Beiman suddenly laughed abruptly, and he kept making "quack" laughter, but his face had long been gone, and he couldn't even make a smile. It's just that a skeleton's face keeps shaking, which looks strange in this small space.
Mu Lingyun frowned, but her heart was a little persuaded.
She suddenly discovered that the North Mang Sword Master stopped smiling, and her dark eyes looked towards her, as if staring straight at her, spitting out a few words:
"Hey, what a beautiful girl."
"Ah!" Mu Lingyun exclaimed, hurriedly clutching the two lumps of meat on her chest, stepped back, her small face was full of anger: "You...what do you want to do?"
North Mang Sword Saint shook his head and sighed: "I said, don't be nervous, what are you doing so nervously? This seat is already a skeleton, and I can't do anything like that!"
In the tone of Beiman Sword Saint, there is a look of helplessness.
Mu Lingyun bit her red lips and snorted coldly. It seems that this Beiman Swordmaster is not serious!
"Okay, okay, the gossip ends here, time for this seat is running out, let's get to the topic." Sword Saint Beiman waved his hand and said in a serious tone.
Hearing this, Yang Chen rolled his eyes, and said to his heart that it seemed that you had been acting badly, right?
"I would like to ask you, now there is a great opportunity, are you willing to accept it?"
Sword Saint Beimang said with a low voice, looking straight at the two of them.
Chance?
Hearing this, Yang Chen frowned, and said, "Senior, please be more careful."
Sword Saint Beiman smiled, and suddenly reached out his hand to his bones, and smiled: "Two, do you want to get this body of me? Step into Manxiu!"
When these words came out, Mu Lingyun and Yang Chen were both taken aback.
Sword Saint of Beimang want to help them step into the barbarian repair?
But...At this moment, they are not surprised, but frightened!
Yang Chen is also someone with tens of thousands of years of experience, knowing that there are many ways to seize homes in this world, what if they get this body, the Sword Saint of Beiman will seize them again?
"Cough." Yang Chen smiled and said: "Senior kindness, we have our heart, but the so-called ineffectiveness is not rewarded. Senior's love is too heavy, and we are ashamed."
"Yes, senior." Mu Lingyun smiled and said: "We are not blessed with the grace of senior, please let us go."
Sword Saint Beimang "quack" laughed, seeming to see through the minds of the two, and said: "Please rest assured, two people, this seat is already at the end of the battle, when the body is given to you, this seat will also Will dissipate in the world. By then, I can’t do anything I want!"
I have to say that what he said made the two of them very excited. If they can become a brutal cultivator, their strength can definitely make a big step forward. But who knows, is this old thing true?
Sword Saint Beiman sighed, and said: "Although this seat has traversed the world throughout his life, but there is no child in this life, the most reluctant thing is this ability. If you two can promise me, it will be considered so. I have a wish."
In the tone of the sword saint Beimang, there was suddenly more humbleness and pleading.
Tens of thousands of years ago, he laid down this ancient tomb. As long as it is a person who can pass through the tomb safely and reach him safely, the Sword Saint of Beiman is willing to teach him his mantle.
Only such a person is worthy to be his disciple of the Sword Saint of Beiman!
But...
The mechanism he arranged was so strong that he waited for tens of thousands of years, and no one was able to reach him!
Just when the Sword Saint Beiman thought he would regret his life, the appearance of Yang Chen made him seem to have a glimmer of light and hope before his eyes.
"Sorry, senior!"
Yang Chen sighed, stood up slowly, and said: "Senior's great kindness, the younger generation has nothing to pay for it, but the senior's kindness is too heavy, forgive the younger generation's fate!"
Mu Lingyun hesitated and stood up too.
The two held a fist at the Sword Saint Beiman, apologizing with all their faces.
"Well..."
North Mang Sword Saint sighed, and said sullenly: "Since you don't want to, the old man should not embarrass you anymore. What is difficult for a strong man is not done by the old man."
The two nodded, and after saying apologize, they turned around and left.
While leaving, Mu Lingyun lowered her voice and said angrily: "It's all to blame. If you didn't **** the Wu Zun bone with me, would we alarm him?"
Yang Chen smiled bitterly and said: "Sister, do you think I know he is alive? Besides, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have to move a living Martial Master back? I'm afraid it will be more serious then. ?"
Mu Lingyun snorted, expressing his unhappiness.
But at this moment...
The two suddenly felt as if their bodies were filled with lead, and their raised feet felt as if they were stepping on a rock. No matter how hard they tried, their feet couldn't let go.
Always unable to take a step.
A suction force suddenly came from behind the two.
"Sorry, even if it is difficult for a strong man, the old man will let you inherit the mantle!"
The laughter of Beiman Sword Saint Yin Zece suddenly came from behind, and then, the suction power was even stronger!
The two exclaimed, and they were directly sucked in by the Sword Saint of Beiman!