Hearing that Jian Wuchen's slightly playful shouting at this moment also made these Confucian saints who were above the air look embarrassed.

After all, in the eyes of these Confucian sages, they didn't think of it at all.

Jian Wuchen really dared to make a move at this moment, but looking at Jian Wuchen in front of him, he was so fearless.

It also made these Confucian sages who planned to make a move a little hesitant, after all, no one knew whether Jian Wuchen was hiding his back hand.

The previous sword of Jian Wuchen can be regarded as awakening everyone's memories of Jian Wuchen in the depths of their dusty memories.

Twenty years ago, he was just a sword Wuchen who had just entered the realm of honorable generals.

He was able to retreat from the Holy Realm monks with his own strength, and it was because of this that he established the reputation of a sword without a trace and a sword without dust.

Twenty years later, Jian Wuchen stepped into the realm of the Holy Realm.

No one knows what Jian Wuchen has experienced in the past twenty years.

I don't know how much Jian Wuchen's strength has improved, but I only know.

Then it was the sword of the previous sword Wuchen, and there were dozens of Saint Realm monks present.

No one can perceive it, not even if it does.

I'm afraid that I can't resist it at all, and this is the improvement of the sword intent that can be seen from the sword without dust.

What's more important is that Jian Wuchen's previous sword was intended not to hurt his life at all.

More than that, it seemed to be a wake-up call to the Holy Realm monks present.

Then now that his sword is dustless, it is not something that these Saint Realm cultivators in front of him can stop.

If you dare to stop it, then you will not show mercy.

That is, after perceiving these things, these Confucian sages clenched their fists one by one and gritted their teeth and looked at Jian Wuchen.

But no one chose to make a move, after seeing this.

Jian Wuchen looked playfully at the ancestors of the various clans around him, just the moment of eye contact with Jian Wuchen.

It has already made the ancestors of all ethnic groups feel a chill down their backs.

At this moment, the sword is dustless, giving them the feeling that the sword is out of its sheath.

And this is definitely an ordinary sword, but the kind that must be seen to see blood when it is unsheathed.

It is also because of this that the ancestors of all ethnic groups have chosen to keep their mouths shut.

After all, whether it is the ancestors of all ethnic groups or these Confucian saints.

They all feel that there is no need to quarrel with Jian Wuchen now.

Naturally, in the eyes of the ancestors of all ethnic groups and these Confucian sages.

The most important thing at the moment is to preserve our own strength.

Prepare for the future of the legacy.

Because of this, the ancestors of all ethnic groups and these Confucian sages chose to endure for the time being.

Seeing this, Jian Wuchen showed a hint of abuse at the corner of his mouth.

Then he ignored the others and walked straight towards the Holy Sepulchre.

At this moment, no one dared to stop Jian Wuchen's pace, and the old madman naturally followed.

And the four Holy Monarchs such as Bei Yanwu glanced at each other.

also instructed Bei Yanrui and others a few words, that is, they were ordered to enter the Holy Sepulchre.

As for the juniors of Bei Yanrui, they naturally stayed outside the Holy Sepulchre and waited for news.

After all, anything can happen inside the Holy Sepulchre right now.

No one is sure that they will be able to protect these juniors.

So it's safest to stay outside now.

After Jian Wuchen and the others entered the Holy Tomb, these Confucian saints and ancestors of all ethnic groups chose to follow.

However, when Jian Wuchen had just appeared in the Holy Tomb, several Venerable General Realm monks appeared in front of him.

Naturally, it was the monks who had devoured the magic crystal before, and at this moment, these Venerable General Realm monks saw the sword Wuchen.

Rushing towards Jian Wuchen, as if he wanted to kill Jian Wuchen.

However, Jian Wuchen didn't do anything, just looked indifferently at these Venerable General Realm cultivators in mid-air.

The moment Jian Wuchen withdrew his gaze, these Venerable Realm cultivators seemed to be fixed in mid-air.

Then it suddenly burst open, and finally dissipated into a blood mist in the air.

At the moment, it is enough to see how bad Jian Wuchen's mood is at the moment.

Following Su Chen's presence in the Holy Sepulchre, there was only a little breath left.

Jian Wuchen and the others found the location of the Shanmen monuments, when Jian Wuchen and the others came to the Shanmen monuments.

Jian Wuchen slightly forgot to envy his son, and lightly stained the blood stains preserved on the ground.

As if sensing something, Jian Wuchen frowned slightly.

At this moment, the blood stains on his hands gave Jian Wuchen a familiar feeling.

Just when everyone was about to enter it to find out, a figure gradually condensed in front of them.

The white-robed old man looked at Jian Wuchen with a smile, and when Jian Wuchen saw the figure of the white-robed old man clearly, he also showed a hint of a smile.

"It's been a long time, old friend. The white-robed old man looked at Jian Wuchen, and said with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

"It's been a few years, but I didn't expect you to fall too. Jian Wuchen looked at the white-robed old man in front of him and said with a wry smile.

"Wuchen, do you know this?" asked the old madman standing beside Jian Wuchen, a little puzzled.

"You're a gun maniac, aren't you? The white-robed old man looked at the old madman and said with a smile.

"But I really didn't expect that my ruined temple would be able to accommodate so many Saint Realm monks. ”

"It was a bit of a surprise. The white-robed old man noticed that after everyone cultivated behind Jian Wuchen, he said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Old friend, you didn't come here to catch up with me, did you?"

"Tell me, what's the matter with me now?" the white-robed old man looked at Jian Wuchen and asked.

"Hand over your inheritance!" Before Jian Wuchen could speak, a scolding voice came from behind him.

"Are these also your friends?" asked the white-robed old man with an obvious frown, and Jian Wuchen shook his head when he saw that it was one of the ancestors who spoke.

"You're just a remnant soul! What's the matter?

"Now I advise you, hurry up and hand over the inheritance!

Who knows, this ancestor did not have a trace of timidity, but said more unscrupulously.

"Get out!" said the white-robed old man as he bowed his hand, and the ancestor didn't have time to react.

flew out upside down, and the hand of the white-robed old man was enough to shock everyone present.

No one thought that the white-robed old man in front of him was just a remnant soul.

He was able to knock a Saint Realm monk away at will, as if it were a complete divine soul.

How strong should this be? That's why they all choose to be honest now.

"Do you really think that anyone can ride on my head?"

"Jian Wuchen, are you embarrassed to laugh?" the white-robed old man said dissatisfiedly when he saw Jian Wuchen snickering.

"Ahem, sure enough, after all these years, your temper is still so hot. Jian Wuchen coughed lightly twice and said with a smile.

"Okay, now let's stop laughing, I have something serious to look for you. After Jian Wuchen restrained the smile on his face, he looked at the white-robed old man and said seriously.

"It should be you who has a hot temper, right? What serious thing is it that needs to destroy my holy tomb?" the white-robed old man asked with a mouth suffocated.