Bai Ze CB area, the rudder of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

In the quiet courtyard, Jiang Jingshan was half-lying on the Taishi chair, looking up at the scorching sun in the air, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Since joining the Heavenly Sword Sect, the Jiang family's momentum has soared all the way over the years, and now Jiang Jingshan is even more expensive as the helmsman, firmly controlling half of Bai Ze City, and the strong people under the door are like clouds.

Especially his only son, Jiang Feng, is a rare sword cultivation genius, and at the age of fifteen, he has already practiced the sunset sword technique to the fifth layer, which is even better than he was back then.

The selection of elite disciples of the sect once every ten years is about to begin, Jiang Jingtian has already gone to the main sect in person a few days ago, and found the deacon elder to smash 20,000 high-grade source stones in one go, presumably Jiang Feng's quota should be an ironclad thing.

All that's left is to see how well he performs in the ring.

For this, Jiang Jingshan is very relieved.

Although the juniors under the knees of the other rudder owners seem to have a few talented teenagers, compared with their own precious only son, they are undoubtedly much worse, and they can't even do it three feet from their bodies.

If nothing else, in this elite disciple competition, Jiang Feng will definitely be the final winner.

Jiang Jingshan had even already thought about it, and after the selection of elite disciples was over, he would give up this old face and go to the sect master to ask for a famous sword in the sword pool as Jiang Feng's natal flying sword.

Then send him to the Ten Thousand Swords Cave to train for three years, and when he returns, the Jiang family will inevitably have another genuine Sword Venerable.

Thinking of this, Jiang Jingshan's indifferent face as a rock couldn't help but show a proud smile.

Click.

There was an inaudible sound somewhere in the room.

But he couldn't hide Jiang Jingshan's keen divine sense, his body was shocked, and he instantly turned into a sharp sword and entered directly through the door.

With a wave of his hand, he grabbed a wooden box placed on the table in his hand, Jiang Jingshan suppressed the strong uneasiness in his heart and opened the lid of the box.

A crystal clear purple jade plaque was lying quietly in the box, but it had been split into two pieces at some point.

Jiang Jingshan's wrist flicked, and he almost failed to grasp the wooden box.

Purple Cloud Natal Card, this is a strange treasure given by the Heavenly Sword Sect Master in the early years.

The person who holds the jade plate only needs to integrate a wisp of his own divine consciousness into it, and he can establish a natal connection with the jade card, even if it is hundreds of millions of miles away, once the owner of the jade card falls, this natal jade card will be destroyed.

As early as more than a year ago, Jiang Jingshan asked his only son, Jiang Feng, to leave a wisp of divine consciousness in the jade plaque.

Now the jade plate is shattered, which means that just now, his most doting baby only son, the future sword venerable of the Jiang family, was killed outside.

"Peng!"

The precious wooden box, along with the purple jade plaque inside, turned into dust.

Jiang Jingshan's eyes instantly turned scarlet.

The terrifying sword intent with an endless murderous aura rushed up from his body and stabbed straight into the sky.

"Who did it?"

"Who dares to kill the old man's son, who is it, who is it!"

At this moment, the entire Bai Ze CB area, whether it was a mortal or a monk, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his eyebrows, as if he had been stabbed by an invisible sword.

……

Auction venue.

Zhang Tianjiu's eyes stared at the lines and runes on the fragmentary map, and he only felt a dry mouth.

He never dreamed that he would see a star map drawn by a scientific and technological civilization in the Xiuzhen world.

The so-called divine relics suddenly turned into an incomplete interstellar jumping route, which was probably the most incredible thing Zhang Tianjiu had encountered so far, except for traveling through more than three hundred years of time and space.

It is no wonder that the leaders of the Tianhe Alliance have been working hard for thousands of years, but they have not gained the slightest gain.

Because there is no mystery in this at all, even if you stare at it for 100,000 years and see that you have exhausted your longevity, it is a waste of time.

The unique drawing methods and letters of scientific and technological civilization, except for Zhang Tianjiu, I am afraid that there is no second person in the entire Xiuzhen world who can see through the true purpose of this fragment.

Zhang Tianjiu only felt that his mind was now full of paste, and it was a mess.

The discovery of an interstellar navigation map in the ruins of a god-level monk is unbelievable enough in itself.

What's even more bizarre is that this so-called god-level monk should have fallen for tens of thousands of years, to say the least.

However, 10,000 years ago, the scientific and technological civilization did not even break out of the solar system, and it was still developing in obscurity on the blue ancestral star Earth, and interstellar navigation only existed in science fiction movies at that time, let alone draw such a professional star map.

Although there was only a fragment of this star map left, and Zhang Tianjiu couldn't be sure which airspace its target would eventually point to, it was enough for him to buy it desperately.

As for what kind of incredible mystery is hidden behind this remnant picture, when he returns to the world of technology, even if he tries his best, he will find a way to solve it.

Brush!

Countless glances, because of Zhang Tianjiu's short words, suddenly shifted from the pattern of the fragment to the location of the VIP box where he was.

Shock, doubt, ridicule, all kinds of emotions.

If it weren't for the special formation that could shield the divine sense, Zhang Tianjiu believed that he would definitely be no different from standing on the street and running naked, and he would be seen through from head to toe.

Even the beautiful little maid behind her shook her little hand, and the jade plate holding the teacup fell to the ground and shattered.

Zhang Tianjiu took a deep breath and hurriedly stabilized his mind, so as not to be seen as unusual.

At this time, he is not willing to make a mistake and attract others to bid with him.

Facing everyone's puzzled gaze, Zhang Tianjiu smiled faintly and said calmly: "I'm just buying it to try my luck, you don't have to be too excited, if you are also interested, although the bid is, I promise not to add more." ”

After speaking, Zhang Tianjiu cocked Erlang's legs and took a sip of tea calmly, looking like Lao Tzu was rich.

His words of retreating as advance made the doubts in the eyes of many people subside a lot, and they withdrew their gaze one after another.

Many people even began to whisper: "Cut! That idiot, do you really think you can hit the luck?" ”

"That is, if there is any mystery in this remnant picture, the Tianhe Alliance Lord must have understood it early on, and how could he take it out for auction. ”

"A broken picture was sold for 60,000 medium-grade source stones, and the Tianhe Alliance made a lot of money now. ”

……

Zhang Tianjiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it was really difficult not to attract attention to the loser move of smashing out 60,000 medium-grade source stones as soon as he made a move just now, but the matter was urgent, and he couldn't take care of it much.

Mo Yuan's eyes flashed, and he laughed loudly: "This Taoist is bold, since no one has increased the price, then this remnant picture belongs to you, please come down and pay it off." ”

Zhang Tianjiu took out a storage bag at random, threw it at Xiao Qi, and said lazily: "You can bring it up for me." ”

With a nonchalant attitude, everyone present shook their heads.

Loser.

What a loser!

I'm afraid that only the second ancestor and young master in those big people's families can make such a ridiculous move.

Sixty thousand medium-grade source stones, if you change them to a medium-level magic weapon, you won't be able to use them up for a lifetime.

It is used to buy Pei Yuan Dan, and it is no problem to eat it every day.

……

Inside Shirasawa Castle.

A shop with a closed door.

A sword light suddenly flashed from the north, turning into a murderous old man in a black robe.

Click!

The old man took a step forward.

The sword qi overflowing vertically and horizontally instantly cut through countless fragments in the closed gate.

In the hall, six bloody corpse limbs were scattered on the ground, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Jiang Jingshan's eyes were red, and he stepped in front of the headless boy's corpse in one step.

Squatted down and watched half of the incense without saying a word.

The black-robed old man finally raised his head and muttered to himself: "Feng'er, don't worry, your father won't let you die in vain, no matter who kills you, the old man will find him, cut off the flesh and blood on his body inch by inch, crush his bones and scatter ashes, and refine the Yuan Shen into a soul lamp, and suffer endless torment every night, the old man will make him regret coming to this world......"

When Jiang Jingshan stood up again, his red eyes had turned a strange purple.

With a flip of his wrist, a small black mirror the size of a palm immediately appeared in the void, and the strange thing was that there was nothing on the mirror, and only a hollow void could be seen.

"Blood soul is the guide, trace back to the source!"

Jiang Jingshan let out a low roar, suddenly stretched out his hand and patted the top of his head, and immediately a faint figure floated out from his heavenly spirit position.

After a brief pause in mid-air, the phantom disappeared into Jiang Feng's corpse in a flash.

"Poof!"

Jiang Jingshan did not hesitate, biting the tip of his tongue and squirting out a large mouthful of essence blood.

At the same time, he pinched the trick with both hands, and quickly integrated the spiritual power into the black mirror.

A strange buzzing sound sounded.

The originally empty and void mirror began to tremble violently after fusing the mana that Jiang Jingshan did not hesitate to consume his natal essence blood.

Two black beams of light shot out from the mirror, one shrouded Jiang Feng's corpse, and the other projected onto the wall in front of the hall, and a vague figure seemed to be visible in it.

But if you distinguish it carefully, you can't see its specific appearance clearly.

Jiang Jingshan's face was pale, and his fierce aura was obviously much weaker than before, and it seemed that the loss of his soul by using this secret technique was also great.

But he had no intention of stopping, and roared angrily: "In order to avenge Feng'er, what if the old man has a fifty-year less life!"

When the words fell, Jiang Jingshan bit the tip of his tongue again, and another mouthful of natal essence blood spurted out, all of which was absorbed by the black ancient mirror.

The two mouthfuls of natal essence and blood, the whole hundred years of life are exhausted.

At the same time, the blurred figure on the wall began to become clear.

In the end, he took on the form of a slightly chubby, bald monk, who seemed to be sitting in a box somewhere, leisurely sipping tea.

Jiang Jingshan's face was distorted, his eyes showed an incomparably hideous killing intent, and he stared at the unfamiliar face: "You kill the old man's Feng'er, the old man wants to punish your whole clan!"