Donghuang Qianyu, Sword God Sect.
A huge sword reached the sky, as if it was straight into the sky, connecting with the ancient peak.
Palaces stand among them, like fairy palaces in the sky.
The entire Sword God Sect spans hundreds of miles.
Outside the sect, there is an ancient sword standing.
This is the realm of the Sword God Sect.
At this moment, two sweaty teenagers were slowly walking towards a cliff outside the boundary carrying a bloody sack.
boom!
When they reached the edge of the cliff, they threw the sacks on the ground and sat down on the ground.
"We brothers are really unlucky. On the day of the Sword God Sect's Jianzi canonization ceremony, we were actually assigned to do such a hard job!"
Zhao Hu, one of the two, wiped the sweat from his forehead and cursed and complained.
"Stop your ink stains and quickly throw Ling Tian, the loser, off the cliff. Maybe we can make it to the Holy Bell Square later to admire Senior Brother Qin Chuan's grace."
Zhang Long stood up after resting for a moment, and his eyes flashed fiercely as he looked at the bloody sack.
"ah……"
At this time, a roar came from the blood-stained sack.
The two were so frightened that they subconsciously took a few steps back.
Ling Tian crawled out of the sack with his face covered in blood.
"What's going on...am I dead? Where is this place?"
Ling Tian looked in front of him in astonishment and muttered to himself in an inaudible voice.
Zhang Long and Zhao Hu saw Ling Tian waking up and looked at each other with incredible expressions on their faces.
This guy is still alive after being so seriously injured?
But soon, the two of them calmed down.
Zhang Long's face showed a hint of fierceness, and he took a few steps forward with a ferocious smile, "Ling Tian, don't worry, although you are not dead yet, our brothers will send you on your way soon. Below the Black Wind Cliff, Wang The monsters in the Sword Mountain Range are still waiting to taste your tender skin."
"Heifeng Cliff, Wangjian Mountain Range, is this the Sword God Sect?"
Hearing Zhang Long's words, Ling Tian's body trembled.
As his blank gaze glanced around, joy gradually appeared on his face.
Then he laughed loudly.
At the end of the laugh, there were even tears.
Ling Tian is the youngest Saint Realm expert in the ancient continent.
In order to reverse reincarnation and resurrect his former close relatives and friends, he entered the first wonderland of the ancient continent alone to look for the Tiandao Monument, which is said to have the power of reincarnation.
But he never expected that just when he found the Heavenly Dao Monument and left the wonderland.
His brother Tianqiong Zhizun, who had shared life and death with him and was a fraternal brother, actually notified the Five Saints in advance and joined forces to encircle and suppress him outside the Wonderland.
In the end, they were outnumbered.
He had no choice but to make a desperate move and forcibly merge the Heavenly Dao Monument into his soul.
Unexpectedly, it was a blessing in disguise that he really reversed his reincarnation and returned to three hundred years ago.
"Three hundred years ago! The Tiandao Monument really has the power of reincarnation and took me back three hundred years ago!"
"In this life, I will erase all the regrets. Tianqiong and the Five Saints, please wait for me. I will settle this blood debt with you soon!"
Ling Tian sighed in his heart, but his eyes became colder and his words became colder.
He discovered it the moment he merged the Heavenly Dao Monument into his soul.
The Heavenly Way Monument not only possesses the power of reincarnation, but also has the power to evolve the Heavenly Way.
This gives him an advantage over ordinary people when practicing martial arts and exercises.
Maybe he can master all the powerful techniques and martial arts that he could not master in his previous life.
For example, the Chaos Scripture of the Sword God Sect!
"Why is this guy so crazy? Could it be that the blow just now broke his brain?"
Zhao Hu saw Ling Tian laughing crazily at one moment, crying with excitement at another, and looking ferocious at the next, and couldn't help but look at Zhang Long standing aside in wonder.
"I don't see it."
Zhang Long shook his head, "He was deprived of his cultivation by Elder Qin He, and his sword bones were dug out by Brother Qin Chuan. It's normal for him to go crazy after suffering such a blow."
"Qin Chuan! Qin He!"
Upon hearing these two long-lost names, Ling Tian's eyes instantly flashed with a murderous intent.
Although more than three hundred years have passed, he still has fresh memories of the past.
He was originally the adopted son of the Ling family in Beifeng Town, Yanyun Kingdom.
Two years ago, he joined the Sword God Sect because of his outstanding talent and sword bones, and became an outer disciple of the Sword God Sect.
Later, he was accepted as a direct disciple by Qin Chuan's father, Elder Qin He of the Sword God Sect.
Under Qin He's training, his cultivation level skyrocketed.
He even surpassed Qin Chuan, who had always had a reputation as a genius in the Sword God Sect.
However, it was late at night three days ago.
Qin He and his son suddenly broke into his room.
Qin He shattered his Dantian and crippled his cultivation.
Qin Chuan dug out his sword bone.
And in front of him, he refined it and integrated it into his body.
And him!
Dantian was broken!
The sword bone was dug out!
Seriously injured!
Only one breath left!
But even so, Qin He and his son still refused to let him go.
Today, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu were ordered to take him to Black Wind Cliff and feed him to the monsters in Wangjian Mountain Range.
Let him disappear from this world forever!
The sky did not stop him, and he was thrown off the Black Wind Cliff and fell into the Wangjian Mountains.
He is not dead.
Instead, he was rescued by a mysterious elder of the Sword God Sect and kept secretly in the Wangjian Mountains.
But because his Dantian was shattered, he could only practice the Chaos Sutra, which is difficult for ordinary people to practice.
As for Qinchuan.
Because he refined his sword bones, he was today named the Sword God Sect's Sword Master, and was trained by the Sword God Sect with all its efforts.
Even later, he became one of the top ten saints of the Eastern Wasteland.
Ling Tian also practiced hard for more than a hundred years before he killed Qin Chuan and avenged this blood feud!
"Qin Chuan! Qin He!"
"In this life, you and your son will crush my Dantian, destroy my cultivation, and dig out my sword bones. I will not wait another hundred years!"
Ling Tian suddenly roared.
Zhang Long and Zhao Hu were startled again.
"It seems that this guy is really crazy. He is a useless person and wants to take revenge on Senior Brother Qin Chuan and Elder Qin He?"
After coming back to his senses, Zhao Hu smiled ferociously.
But the next breath, the expression on his face suddenly froze.
At this time, Ling Tian actually got up from the ground...
"What's going on? He clearly had only one breath left before, why did he suddenly get up now?"
Zhang Long suddenly panicked.
At this time, the Heavenly Dao Monument in Lingtian's body released a wonderful power.
In an instant, his scarred body was quickly and effectively repaired.
"Qin Chuan should still be in the Holy Bell Square now, right?"
After his injuries healed, Ling Tian's cold eyes slowly glanced at Zhang Long and Zhao Hu.
For some reason, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu felt the look in Ling Tian's eyes, and they felt a sense of timidity in their hearts.
"His cultivation has been crippled by Elder Qin He a long time ago. Now he is a cripple. There is nothing to be afraid of! Zhao Hu, let's work together to push him off the Black Wind Cliff, and hurry back to pay..."
Zhang Long's voice was trembling, and he said to Zhao Hu in a panic, as if he was ready to take action.
