Chapter 40: The Story of Three Living Ancestors

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Dozens of miles away, there is a forbidden land, Huanhua Valley.

The Great Elder finally found the eccentric Shi Yue, and he trembled angrily, "Where's the purple lightning?" ”

His white hair was already half-black, and his old face was a little wrinkled.

Originally, he was still sitting under a sacred tree full of white and yellow raccoon flowers and plants all around, and Shi Yue, who was leisurely and complacent, was suddenly frightened, and quickly stood up and obediently handed over the purple electricity.

"You know what the consequences will be." The Great Elder reprimanded, took the purple lightning and turned around and left, galloping towards the Ancestor Hall.

The white hair is half black, it is clearly the secret method that promotes the birth of the machine, and there is no reason for the urgency of 100,000, how can the old elder use this secret method.

Shi Yue, who has always thought that he was not confused about big things, only felt that the world was spinning, and tears were about to appear in the corners of his eyes, and he was doomed!

Before arriving at the Patriarch Hall, he saw a bright light across the sky, a hundred birds chirping, ten thousand beasts bowing their heads, and the Great Elder also stumbled, almost bowing down, "I, I, what three living ancestors!" One is more uneasy than the other. ”

Wang Zhiming holds the sword of Zhengtian in his hand, so bright, so clear, so bright!

Wang Zhiming's blood was even more vigorous, the thumping heartbeat was like the drum beat of the Qishan drum, and the flying gods in the battlefield did not enter his body.

The battlefield is dissipating, and all kinds of creatures are retreating, turning into divine power.

Qishan drum also slowly appeared in front of him, a divine phoenix lay on it, the nine-colored brilliance circulated on it, moving towards the sun, and the wind was new.

It bowed its head slightly to Zhengyi's sword, but it did not lose its demeanor, its wings were raised, its mouth was spitting fairy sounds, and it was dancing.

At this time, the immortal sound gathered, and one after another ancient mantra was transmitted into Wang Zhiming's heart, which is an incomparably profound Taoist inheritance, which is difficult for ordinary people to understand even if they get it, and it takes a long time to ponder and taste.

But with the Zhengtian Sword in his hand, the infinite fit, Wang Zhiming seemed to have fallen into a realm of enlightenment, and soon he would be able to understand its meaning, understand its gods, and the divine power would operate on its own with this Dao method.

"Fearless Battle", it seems to be fingering, and it is like boxing, this is a big technique specializing in hand-to-hand combat, from tempering the spiritual avenue of the flesh to fighting in the four seas in nine days.

Waking up from the realm of enlightenment, Wang Zhiming saw the Great Elder with a complicated expression, holding an ancient wooden long box in his hand, leaving a groove of a long sword in it.

Wang Zhiming smiled wryly, and with a little reluctance, put the Zhengtian Sword in his hand.

The Heavenly Sword did not converge its light, it had always been so bright and clear, like an eternal light.

Sighing, the Great Elder asked, "Did you get the 'Liuhe Killing Intent' or 'Fearless Execution'?" ”

"It's Dreadnought." Wang Zhiming replied that in fact, he prefers the Liuhe Killing Intent Decision that can be matched with swordsmanship, and he really has no love for fighting with his bare hands.

"Originally, I thought you were more suitable for "Liuhe Killing Intent", but now it seems that you are too weak to fight with your bare hands, and "Fearless Battle" is just right to make up for your shortcomings. Don't patronize swordsmanship, you can't slack off in any aspect, you know? The Great Elder taught, and Wang Zhiming lowered his head to listen to the training.

Fortunately, sometimes Senior Sister Yue's big mistake is in front of her, and the Great Elder is reluctant to mention the matter of correcting a sword, so Wang Zhiming will pass after being said a few words.

After taking the purple lightning, Wang Zhiming said goodbye and left, the Great Elder nodded, and said, "You go and tell Shi Yue that she is in Huanhua Valley for twenty days under the Qiushui Cliff." ”

Wang Zhiming twitched his mouth, and he could think of how the little girl would cry bitterly, and regret not being at the beginning, "Or ten days, my junior sister's cultivation is weak, and she can't bear the pain there." ”

"No, I can't. Say twenty days is twenty days.,Naughty all day long.,Eccentric.,Wait for the time to go to the Ability School Park to practice.。 After saying that, holding a long sword in his hand, the Great Elder turned around and left.

In front of the Raccoon Valley.

Wang Zhiming had been hesitating for a while, and finally decided to tell her the bad news in person.

With a sad face and tears, Senior Sister Shi Yue squatted in the raccoon grass, and when she saw Wang Zhiming coming, she raised her head and felt pitiful: "Senior brother, I was wrong." ”

Wang Zhiming squatted in front of her and patted his head, "It's okay, the Great Elder has forgiven you." ”

Shi Yue looked at it with tears in her eyes, and seemed to cry out of her eyelids. "Really?"

"Yes, it's just miserable for your senior brother, and I didn't get "Liuhe Killing Intent" in the end." Wang Zhiming spread his hands, as if to indicate that he had gained nothing.

"Senior brother, I'm sorry." Shi Yue rubbed her tears, lowered her head and said softly.

Wang Zhiming smiled bitterly a little helplessly, picked the raccoon grass and stood up: "It's okay, the Great Elder originally said that you should go to the Qiushui Cliff for a month of confinement, your senior brother persuaded you for a long time, and now it's good to stay for twenty days." ”

"Ahh Shi Yue pursed her cherry mouth, "It's going to be twenty more days, this old bastard." ”

"Then the senior brother is gone."

Turning to leave, Wang Zhiming couldn't help but squint his eyes, and gently hooked the corners of his mouth, Xiao Yue, you can't live if you do your own evil.