The person in front of me is a typical representative.
Everyone also knew why, because the old man still believed in the legend that he could become an immortal on the day the Hidden Tower was reopened.
Eight thousand years is too long for a monk. The Infant God has been passed down through generations, and it has been continued by eight or nine generations. Many things in the Yinlou have become real legends, and legends about the era of the Immortal Alliance.
That mythical story about the time when the Immortal Lord was alive.
In recent years, except for the Li family, fewer and fewer people have focused on obtaining the ultimate reward of the Yinlou Blood Coffin.
Without it!
It is too difficult to get the qualifications. The magic weapon has no emotions and will not be accommodating at all. It only depends on the qualifications such as contribution, talent, and foundation to get the sleeping spot.
The minimum requirement is to be at the peak level of the Infant God, and to be proficient in at least ten Taoist traditions. Of course, it is not a matter of gathering the core, but simply practicing Taoism.
But even so, is this something a normal person can do?
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Under the inquiring eyes of everyone, the old man Li Wangzu was silent for a moment and said: "I don't know the specifics. This meeting was notified personally by Ancestor Guiling."
"Ancestor Turtle Spirit has awakened again?"
"Are you going to get out of the way, ancestor?"
"Is there anything important to announce?"
"Is the legend in the building true? The eight thousand years are approaching and our hidden building will reopen to the world?"
"·······"
After hearing this, several people became energetic.
As long as they are the orthodox disciples of Hidden Meridian, they all respect Patriarch Guiling. After all, this person has been guarding the hidden veins for nearly eight thousand years.
Not only did he help Yinmai survive a generational crisis.
If it weren't for this person's protection, the various branches of Yinlou would probably have been discontinued long ago, let alone maintaining their current situation.
After all, the Immortal Alliance no longer exists, and their special identities cannot be known by the sect. If they find out, they may be regarded as traitors.
Under such circumstances, most of them started as ordinary disciples step by step.
Facing everyone's inquiries, the old man Li Wangzu shook his head silently and said, "I don't know what the specific matter is."
After hearing this, several people fell silent.
"I heard that the Li family has found the ancient ruins that Maili has been looking for?" Among the four, the well-dressed man who belonged to the Wanyu Dark Hall suddenly changed the subject.
"So be it!" Li Wangzu replied.
"Is this legend true? What's in the secret realm?" The divine arrester of Daqian then asked.
Li Wangzu shook his head and said, "I don't know, but the key to the secret realm was given away."
"Forehead!"
"ah?"
"Sent out?"
"this······"
"Ancestor Guiling required it!" The old man Li Wangzu added in time before anyone could speak.
"All right!"
"It really is······"
"What is the ancestor going to do?"
"By the way, how is your recent battle situation, Wanyu?"
"I heard that we are going to form an alliance again?"
"It's impossible to return to the era of the Immortal Alliance again if we form an alliance again. It's impossible for our hidden veins to appear in this world!"
"······"
Everyone was gathered together, and since they didn't know the purpose, they started to chat in a familiar manner while waiting.
Most of the people who can become the rulers of hidden veins came out of the underground palace. After they have achieved success in cultivation, they will occasionally come back to teach. Many of them even come back to take care of themselves when they are old. Compared to the sect, they have a stronger sense of belonging here.
Therefore, everyone is very familiar with each other, chatting with each other when they are together.
After such a long time, the old man Li Wangzu suddenly changed his expression and disappeared from the place without saying a word, leaving four phantoms facing each other.
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Let’s talk about Wang Zijia.
Because of Chu Jeff's celebration, Wang Zijia's demon-growing anchor points were already spread in many places in Changbao.
Of course, many people will go to the Holy Land of Cultivation in Changbao Prefecture, such as the Sword Burial Valley.
Wang Zijia chose an ordinary target as an anchor point, escaped from the sea of consciousness, hid his figure and left, then opened the passage, allowing the main body to enter the Sword Burial Valley.
Today's Sword Burial Valley and the Black Pool Valley of eight thousand years ago have undergone earth-shaking changes.
Probably because of the original war, the canyon area expanded several times, including the exit direction.
It can't even be considered a canyon, because only half of it is embedded in the mountains, and the other half borders the plains outside.
A huge majestic city was built along the lake in the valley, spreading out of the valley mouth and extending in a very far direction. It's like a city embedded in the mountain.
In the mountain on the right side of the canyon, there is a huge mountain, which was cut into a sword monument inserted into the ground with great magic power. The tip of the sword is half-way into the soil, and the hilt and body of the sword are exposed.
"Valley of Sword Burial"
In the world of mortals, he wields a sword and is revered as an immortal, and his talents are astounding and illuminate the world;
We should be able to travel freely in the sky, but all living beings owe this place;——
In the 113th year of the Immortal's death, Li Lan wrote a memorial letter to the Immortal Shenghong Sword.
On the sword stele, there is a not so classic inscription engraved on it. It has not been used for thousands of years. It is obviously infected by mana and protected by long-term formations.
Looking at the sword monument, Wang Zijia's figure floating in the air paused.
Li Lan?
She should be regarded as the only god who could be regarded as a good friend of Wang Zijia at the beginning!
Although they don't have a deep relationship, they have similar ideas.
After being in a daze for a moment, Wang Zijia closed his eyes and carefully sensed the location of a demonic light above the city.
"Huh? Is it underground? It seems that the hidden veins have continued the tradition of the underground palace!"
While smiling, Wang Zijia's mana fluctuated and he escaped underground.
After going dozens of feet deep, Wang Zijia felt blocked by the formation and could no longer dive.
The level of the formation is actually very high, reaching the peak level of the sixth grade. It is too difficult to sneak in without alerting!
"Call the door?"
"Or call someone to open the door?"
Wang Zijia thought for a moment and finally felt that it was not good.
For a moment, an idea made Wang Zijia's eyes light up.
"It seems a bit high-profile to do this? Well, let's just be more high-profile!"
In his thoughts, Wang Zijia made a decision and quietly stepped back.
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Today's Sword Burial Valley is the same as in the past. Under the shining of the morning light, this majestic border city, an ancient city with a history of thousands of years where immortals and mortals live together, slowly wakes up.
As the sun rises, it gradually becomes busy.
People start a new day of life under the reddish sun.
"Look, what's happening to the sky!"
"Is this the sunset?"
"Are you confused in your sleep, or are you kicking your dream legs?"
"It's really like burning clouds, and the sky is filled with colorful clouds. I probably didn't wake up!"
"Idiot, don't you feel the sword energy rising into the sky? It's obvious that an immortal has arrived!"
"Such a big pomp? Could it be that a divine king is here?"
"······"
While everyone was talking, an old figure suddenly rose into the sky in the direction of the city lord's palace. As the mana surged, the coldness spread across the sky, seeming to freeze half of the sky.
After the old man Li Wangzu aroused his momentum to the limit, he whispered in a cold voice: "I don't know which Taoist friend came to my Changbao Burial Sword Valley, but I couldn't welcome him from a distance, so don't be surprised if I don't wait!"
The sound was accompanied by ice-like frost, which made everyone feel excited and subconsciously looked at the sky.
The burning clouds in the sky did not subside because of this, but spread a little more, but not turbulently, which made Li Wangzu frown slightly.
Don't wait for him to do anything.
"Fight!"
"Fight! Fight..."
The next moment, a sound of sword sounds echoed throughout the Sword Burial Valley, and five soaring sword intentions soared into the sky.
Li Wangzu also turned his head instantly and looked at the east.
At the end of the endless wilderness forest, where the morning sun rises, there seems to be a stunning swordsman coming from the sky.
The opponent's pace is not too fast. On the contrary, it can be said that he is taking a leisurely stroll.
But what makes Li Wangzu dare not act rashly is that the opponent's sword energy is not only shocking, but also moves forward a hundred feet in an instant with every step he takes. It is not an illusion of being too fast, but a pure flash of space.
These methods are already equivalent to legendary magical powers.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
As he walked, the soles of Chiguo's feet stepped on the empty space, and faint ripples spread, accompanied by bursts of soft beat-like sounds.
It seemed like footsteps, like unique rhythmic music, and even more like knocking on the door, notifying the owner of this place that a stranger was coming from afar.
The huge movement has alarmed countless monks. Many people floated up and watched from a distance as the man strolled through the air with his hands behind his back.
The other person's face was blurry and hard to see clearly, as if he didn't want his true face to be seen. Her long silver hair is dazzling and eye-catching, and she seems to be very old.
"I once dreamed of traveling to the end of the world with my sword"
"Look at the prosperity of the world"
"The young mind is always a little frivolous"
"Now you are at home all over the world"
"······"
As the figure approached the sky above the city, a song with a strange tune sounded vaguely in the sky.
As if cheering for the arrival of the old man.
The flaming clouds all over the sky seemed to be supporting him, surrounded by five dark red swords, with sword intent soaring into the sky and exaggerated aura fluctuations, but no specific cultivation level could be seen.
This shocking scene made everyone fall into a daze.
"Is it really the Lord God who is here?"
"There is such a big movement, is the soul undergoing an overhaul?"
"You're not looking for trouble with this posture, are you?"
"Did you hear the singing?"
"I heard it. Although it's a bit strange, it feels so familiar!"
"Are you not familiar with it? In the biography, isn't the voice of Shenghong Sword Immortal's emergence just... hmm?"
"Silver hair? Five swords? Ballad? It can't be!"
"Fuck!"
"Isn't The Legend of Shenghong Sword Immortal: The Reincarnation and Resurrection a nonsense script based on legend? Isn't this...not a fabrication?"
"······"
Some people were surprised by its astonishing momentum;
There are people who can guess who the other party is and what they are doing here;
Some even started to prepare to run away...
In the sky, Li Wangzu saw that Wang Zijia had arrived above the Sword Burial Valley. The dark red sword began to absorb its breath slightly, which made him sigh in relief. It seemed that they were friends, not enemies?
He wanted to step forward and ask something.
"call out!"
The next moment, in front of his eyes, a stream of cyan light flew out from the direction of the City Lord's Mansion again, rushing to the silver-haired old man like lightning.
As the green light stopped, everyone could clearly see the figure in the green light.
It was a small palm-sized sapphire turtle, four of them white jade-like, with a sapphire back shell, round head, round feet, and even the body, which looked quite cute.
Seeing this figure, everyone was stunned subconsciously.
As the long-lasting guardian deity, the Turtle Spirit Ancestor is almost unknown to everyone, whether it is in the form of a giant dragon turtle or its current cute appearance.
It's just that I haven't seen this form for a long time.
What made everyone even more stunned was that they saw the little sapphire turtle, with tears in his eyes, looking at the blurry silver-haired old man with anxiety, and asked expectantly: "Father, is it you?"
The old man with a vague face seemed to smile and said, "Little Ling'er, I haven't seen you for more than 7,500 years, but you are still fine!"
The voice is not old, but very young, very magnetic, but with a bit of vicissitudes of life.
Such a simple conversation made people feel like they were struck by lightning!
"call out!"
Following Wang Zijia's words, Guiling seemed to confirm something, rushed directly into Wang Zijia's arms, and cried loudly:
"Dirty dad, you have left Ling'er alone for so many years, and Ling'er has to guard so many people..."
Practitioners: "·······"
For a moment, the monks all over the sky were stunned.
The silver-haired old man said helplessly to the crying little turtle in his arms: "You are thousands of years old, and you are not afraid of being laughed at."
Hearing this, everyone in a daze lowered their heads and said nothing, pretending not to see anything.
"I don't care, Ling'er is suffering. In the prosperous times, they just fell asleep. Ling'er was left alone to keep watch over him. It's been more than seven thousand years. It's been a long time!" The little milk turtle said. She was acting coquettishly in her arms, just like before.
Wang Zijia was speechless for a while.
Li Wangzu was stunned for a while, then he stepped forward carefully and said with a hint of doubt: "Ancestor, what are you doing?"
Without waiting for Gui Ling'er to say anything, Wang Zijia waved and enveloped Li Wangzu in a special hiding circle, and his face was also revealed.
Looking at Wang Zijia's appearance, Li Wangzu was stunned, then looked at Gui Ling'er, and said in a trembling voice: "Ancestor Shenghong?"
It seems that after more than 8,000 years, the Changbao Li family still has his portrait or photo.
"Yes!" Wang Zijia nodded lightly and said, "My reincarnated appearance has not changed much. I don't want my reincarnated body to be exposed for the time being, so I won't show my face."
"Just let the world know that I'm back!"
Li Shenghong's appearance was the same as before. After half a year of subtle adjustments, there was a slight difference, but only a little. Just like twin brothers, a discerning person could see the connection at a glance.
"My grandson understands!" Li Wangzu saluted immediately!
"Let's go, take me to see what the hidden vein has become like now under the care of my family Ling'er." Wang Zijia said as he took the little turtle out of his arms.
"Yes!" Gui Ling'er nodded, took Wang Zijia and fled downwards, disappearing into the City Lord's Mansion.
"Everyone, my ancestor of the Li family has returned today. Wherever I am disturbed, I still hope to see Haihan!" Li Wangzu saluted everyone as he spoke.
The cultivators who had already made some guesses all looked horrified when they received a positive answer.
The swordsman who was famous eight thousand years ago, no matter how he survives to this day, he is a super antique, right?
Only the ancestors of the Daqian Shenjing Sect’s Mansion, the master of the Wanyu Demon Tower, and the like can be regarded as people of that era!
Almost the next moment it was confirmed, the entire Sword Burial Valley exploded.
Today's Sword Burial Valley is destined to not be an ordinary day.
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(End of chapter)
