The old man didn't speak, but just stretched out his right hand and shook it towards True Wisdom. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Then in the void of the main hall, a little light suddenly appeared, and the light was as beautiful as fireflies in the sky on a summer night, and it was even more colorful.

Lingxi looked around, and saw a little light swallowing the surrounding companions, and began to grow larger and expand. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a sword-wielding warrior the size of a palm. The warrior's nose, mouth, hair, and clothes were all lifelike, and even his eyes were rolling, everything was real, except for the body shape, this warrior was the same as a real person.

And such a warrior is not just one. Rather, tens of thousands, they were armed with swords, broadswords, spears, daggers, bows, ropes, throwing knives, shields. They were either independent or gathered in arrays, encircling the True Wisdom and the Spirit Rhinos tightly, like a cage, leaving not even a single gap.

In this cage, Lingxi saw not pitch black, but a colorful and dazzling light. He had to close his eyes and cover them with his hands in exchange for possible comfort.

"If you can break this trick, I'll let you go." Outside the cage, the old man's voice came in clearly.

"Practicing the Divine Realm, it is indeed magical, and even the martial arts that he fought have his own wisdom. With this move, he can kill at least two hundred elites in the world. In terms of skills, the master has reached the pinnacle of the world. Trapped by the old man, Zhenhui's expression did not change in the slightest, and he still had the leisure to praise and comment.

The spirit rhino covered his eyes, but his ears could hear. The next moment, he heard a voice full of majesty, domineering, heavy, vicissitudes, and murderous aura ringing in his ears: "In the face of absolute power, no matter how high the skill is, it is useless, broken." ”

"Boom." It was like a hundred heavenly thunderbolts exploding in his ears, and Lingxi's ears immediately lost their sense of hearing. Then the endless light shone, even if he closed his eyes and covered it with both hands, he still couldn't stop the dazzling light, and Lingxi couldn't help but let out a miserable scream and fell to the ground.

When the light cleared, the hall was silent. The old man descended from the void at some point and sat weakly on a throne. He looked older, with a golden trail of blood at the corner of his mouth. The visions around him have all disappeared without a trace, and he seems to be a real old man who is about to die, not a god who is a martial artist.

The first seat of each peak was surrounded by the old man at this time, looking at Zhenhui with anger. Or rather, a monster looking at him.

The monster was no more than three meters tall and six or seven meters long. Its head, its body, resembles a mixture of a leopard and a tiger. On its chin, it has a long white goatee. In the center of its forehead, is a long single horn. The most unique is its tail, which has five of them. The monster with five tails and one corner was staring at the old man and the heads of the peaks.

"You can break my method with one move. Dare to ask Your Excellency, is it the Venerable of the Protoss? The old man gasped for a long time and asked.

The monster glanced at him, pursed his lips disdainfully, and said, "There are three more in the void, but even if you come out together, and even add your seventy-eight disciples in this mountain range, you can't stop me." Do not let me slay the gods, or destroy your spiritual veins. ”

After the monster finished speaking, without waiting for the old man to answer, he turned around and pounced on Zhenhui, and then disappeared into his body. Seeing this, the old man stood up violently, and the other first seats looked like they had seen a ghost.

"This, this—" Zhenhong's eyes widened, and he stammered speechless. Let a real person lose his temper to the point of stammering, you can know the shock in his heart.

"This is an artifact, the Sword of Nine Mu?" Three old men with wind and thunder appeared in the void at the same time, angry at the galaxy. They looked at Zhenhui with a look of hope and asked him for confirmation.

"Not bad." Zhenhui nodded and said, "It is the sword of Jiumu, only an artifact in the world can be materialized, and at the same time it can be integrated into the body and into the void." In the past, the founding emperor of the Holy Empire obtained an artifact, so that he was lucky, and finally ruled the continent and ruled the world. What he got was the sixth sword. And the first national teacher of the Holy Empire got the eighth sword. This one of mine is the third sword. Now, are you still standing in my way? ”

A god man shook his head and said, "The concept of the Diancang Sect will not change. Even if it is the sword of Jiumu, it is a foreign object after all. If you put your hope on external things, you will not become a saint. ”

Zhenhui nodded, he pointed to the spirit rhino who fainted on the ground, and said, "I know, I can't become a saint either." Therefore, my ideals and ideas must be realized by my apprentices. ”

A god man glanced at Lingxi and said in a deep voice: "He is just a mortal, his roots, innate qualifications, and extremely ordinary. Not to mention the Cang Sect, even any martial arts sect will not accept him as an entry. How did this child become a saint? Saint, you say you can do it, you can do it? ”

Zhenhui smiled: "The saint I am talking about is not in the strength of martial arts, but in thought. No matter how powerful a saint is in strength, he is not truly invincible. The National Teacher of the Holy Empire is the best example of this. will also be forced to retreat to the mountains and forests, and dare not be born. And the saint in the mind is invincible. ”

"There were seventy-six saints in ancient times, and half of them didn't even have a transcendent realm. But their thoughts created civilization, created martial arts, led the human race to defeat the demon race, and finally became the master of the continent. So these people are revered as saints. Such a saint is truly invincible. Their minds are immortal. Thought, on the other hand, is not created by one person, but by the wisdom of all beings. It is the descendants who stand on the shoulders of their predecessors and summarize it from generation to generation. I can't become a saint, and he may not, but one day, such a person will appear and change the world. ”

Zhenhui's master was silent for a while, and said, "You take the Taiping Sutra, and you can also take the sword." Your apprentice, no matter what kind of saint he has achieved, let him come to Cangshan. I order the Cang faction and serve him as the ancestor, and I am willing to drive for him to drive. If it doesn't work out, no matter what you do, you can't say that it's in the name of the Diancang faction, and you can't reveal the martial arts of the Diancang faction. A hundred years later, the matter was not completed, and the sword book was returned. ”

"Yes." Zhenhui nodded, then carried the sword on his back, and went down the mountain with the original of the Taiping Sutra. Before leaving, Zhenhui said: "Three months ago, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty was murdered. I think the Ming Dynasty will be chaotic. Because there, there is a dragon spirit. In addition, a month ago, I killed the Tuzhou assassin of the Youchao Dynasty. Both countries have been in chaos to the extreme. Not a hundred years, at most fifty years, the world will be in chaos. If you don't change your mind, the Diancang Sect will not survive for a hundred years and will be destroyed. ”

Seven years later. The Ming Dynasty made Long Batian rebel.

Ten years later. The Ming Dynasty fell and the Tianlong Dynasty was established.

Eleven years. Millions of allied troops occupied every city of the Celestial Dragon Empire, and the capital of the Celestial Dragon Empire was approached.

This year, Lingxi was twenty-three years old, and he reverted to his original name, called Lin Xi. This year, he was a legion commander of the Great Zhou Dynasty, leading tens of thousands of soldiers to fight against the Celestial Dragon Empire, because he was a martial arts master and extremely wise. There are a group of like-minded transcendent realm powerhouses gathered around him.

This year, Lin Xi saw with his own eyes that the martial arts of the Great Zhou Dynasty sacrificed the national weapon of the Zhou Dynasty, the Kyushu Ding, a medium-grade spiritual weapon, and killed Longba Tianzhen on the city wall. Then Long Aotian succeeded to the throne and continued to hold on.

In the same month, he attacked the city wall and fought against Long Aotian, who was only sixteen years old, with nine swords, and was defeated. If it weren't for the secret protection of the third sword and the desperate rescue of his brothers, he would definitely die.