Wind Emperor Sword, this is the Holy Sword of the Wind Clan, 10,000 years ago, the Wind Emperor personally built the Nine Dragons Tower and placed the Wind Emperor Sword in the Nine Dragons Tower.

Feng Ling learned in an ancient scroll in the Scripture Pavilion that the Wind Emperor Sword Servant was a divine sword, which was a divine sword that the Wind Emperor accidentally obtained a piece of divine iron and personally created it ten thousand years ago, and named it the Wind Emperor Sword.

When the Wind Emperor was building the Wind Emperor Sword, he obtained two kinds of Divine Flowers, and finally integrated the Divine Flowers into the Wind Emperor Sword, so the Wind Emperor Sword was infinitely powerful.

The ancient scrolls recorded that in ancient times, the strong people between heaven and earth were like clouds, and the existence of the Martial Emperor realm was not only the Wind Emperor. Some people even discovered that in that era, there were still supreme realm powerhouses.

The supreme realm powerhouses can live forever, and they can also pursue the opportunity to become immortals, and only in that realm can they become immortals, and becoming immortals is their only goal.

And in the Middle Ages, it was difficult for a supreme realm powerhouse to appear again, even if I was a martial emperor realm powerhouse, it seemed to have disappeared.

Ten thousand years ago, the Wind Emperor held the Wind Emperor Sword, invincible, invincible in the world, looking down on all beings.

Click......

The sound of the magic circle breaking sounded, and the Wind Emperor Sword exuded a terrifying sword aura and a trace of sword intent, surging towards Feng Ling.

Feng Ling didn't dare to be careless, and urged the Divine Flower Secret Technique and the Imperial Spirit Technique to defend with all his might.

"Hey...... Or is he too weak, so far he has too little martial arts, and he doesn't have much to rely on, so he can only try it with the Divine Flower Secret Technique!"

Feng Ling felt at this time that the exercises were used to hate less!

"Boom...... Qiang Qiang ......"

When Feng Ling ran the Divine Flower Secret Technique, the Wind Emperor Sword made a roaring sound and trembled, and at this time, the magic circle was all opened, and the Wind Emperor Sword was completely revealed.

The sword body was shining with golden light, and a small golden dragon hovered over the sword body, lifelike.

With a dragon groan, the entire Nine Dragon Towers trembled, and Feng Ling was forced to retreat more than a dozen steps before he stabilized his figure.

This divine dragon, although it only has thick arms, exudes the aura of a king, and Feng Ling can't help but bow down.

Suddenly, the golden light was even better, and the little golden dragon slowly came towards Feng Ling's eyebrows.

The king's momentum was so overwhelming that Feng Ling couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and the blood spit into the magic circle and splashed on the head of the little god dragon.

"This ...... It's a real dragon? Oh no, how can it be spit on its head, isn't that the equivalent of spitting on the king's head?"

It was the first time Feng Ling saw such a scene, and he frantically ran the Divine Flower Secret Technique and the Imperial Spirit Technique to resist, and secretly scolded himself in his heart for being so careless.

The little golden dragon forced Feng Ling to retreat, and Feng Ling stared at the little dragon in front of him with wide eyes.

"Good little Shenlong, Ben Shao, I'm bah, I'm ...... I didn't mean to spit on your head! I'm a friendly person. ”

Feng Ling really felt a little frightened, although the little divine dragon was very small, but the momentum and coercion it exuded, he couldn't stand it at all.

"Ah...... Don't don't ......."

The little golden dragon didn't seem to listen to what Feng Ling said, and the two dragon whiskers touched Feng Ling's eyebrows, and their eyes suddenly widened.

Laugh at......

The little golden dragon pierced into his eyebrows, and suddenly, the violent and domineering golden dragon shadow was imprinted in his shocked pupils.

"Sneer......"

Suddenly, a terrifying dragon roar sounded in his body, and thunder and lightning formed by spiritual energy swam across his body.

His consciousness seemed to be about to fall, and in his eyes, only the divine dragon that was a little cute before, but at this time it was extremely terrifying.

The thunder power of Feng Ling's body roamed, causing his body to bear the impact of the domineering power, and he couldn't help but roar a few times in pain.

Feng Ling was frightened, and used all his strength to run the Divine Flower Secret Technique and the Imperial Spirit Technique, wanting to get rid of the pain of being impacted.

Burst......

Feng Ling couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and roared loudly a few times again, only to find that the sound he roared out was actually a dragon's groan, which made Feng Ling even more frightened.

"Qiang ......" After the dragon groan roared by Feng Ling stopped, there was a sound of drawing the sword, and the Wind Emperor Sword automatically flew towards Feng Ling.

"Boom ......" his mind trembled violently, Feng Ling's consciousness finally gradually collapsed, and the Wind Emperor Sword rapidly expanded in his pupils, but he fell into a coma against the wall.

"What's going on, how can there be a dragon roar coming from the Nine Dragons Tower?"

"There won't be a dragon in the Nine Dragons Tower!"

In front of the Nine Dragons Tower, everyone heard the dragon's groan, and their bodies trembled.

Rumble......

Suddenly, the Nine Dragons Tower trembled, and each of the nine floors was surrounded by a divine dragon formed by a condensed golden aura.

The nine divine dragons looked up at the sky and let out a deafening dragon groan, shocking the nine heavens and ten earths.

Suddenly, lightning and thunder thundered in the clear sky, and the white clouds instantly turned golden.

Suddenly, the divine dragon formed by the condensation of the nine spiritual qi on the Nine Dragon Tower soared into the air and flew into the sky.

On the golden clouds, a young man in white clothes was Shengxue, holding a divine sword in his hand, his eyes closed.

At this moment, he was like a king of the ancients, exuding the momentum of a king.

"Puff ......" Everyone on the ground panicked, and the sound of kneeling was heard one after another.

"See my king, my king is immortal for thousands of generations!"

The people of the Wind Clan in front of the Nine Dragon Tower, as well as the people or demon beasts who came from afar who were alarmed by the sound of the dragon's roar, from time to time there were kneeling people who worshipped in the direction of the young man, and the sound shook thousands of rivers and mountains.

At this time, beside the young man, on the nine golden clouds, nine golden dragons circled, and the sound of the dragon's chant resounded through the heavens and the earth.

In the Wind Clan group, including the Great Elder, almost everyone knelt down except for the frightened people and the three of Feng Xiaotian, Feng Yanran, and Meng Yirou.

"How could there be such a situation in the Nine Dragon Tower, could it be related to the Wind Emperor Sword? Impossible, how could that little bastard get the approval of the Wind Emperor Sword? But that divine sword, that young man ......" The Great Elder of the Wind Clan knelt on the ground, thinking seriously and puzzled.

At this moment, in the depths of the universe, above the nine heavens, the holy immortal qi and the black demonic qi coexisted in the starry sky. A fairy palace appeared again, and the fairy palace was supported by nine flower-shaped qi pillars, surrounded by endless immortal qi, slowly fluttering in the starry sky.

A sad and ethereal voice came from the palace again: "The immortal is dead, the eternal collapse, and the blood stains the sky." The eternals are long, the years are ruthless, and the heroes end up in white bones!"

The nine divine dragons honored the boy and lined up behind the boy, and the dragon chant sounded again.

After the nine dragon groans, the young man, escorted by the nine divine dragons, slowly landed towards the ground, and his closed eyes slowly opened.

"Young master, it's young master, I'll say it must be him, hehe!" Meng Yirou excitedly held Feng Xiaotian and Feng Yanran's hands, tears slipped down her cheeks, and tears fell excitedly.

"Hey...... Stinky boy, you can give Lao Tzu a long face!" Feng Xiaotian also choked up, with tears in his eyes.

And Feng Yanran next to him looked intently at the young man who was slowly landing, his mouth open, completely shocked.

"Feng Ling, it's Feng Ling, how is it possible?"

"I must have read it wrong, it's not a dream!"

Everyone present couldn't believe all this, it all seemed unreal, too dreamy, too shocking.

"How...... How could it be him, could it be that he really broke through to the ninth layer and was recognized by the Wind Emperor Sword?"

After Fengchen said this, his face turned pale, he fainted, and fell beside the trembling Great Elder.

"Dust...... This, this, the guy who has no prospects......" The Great Elder was also shocked, seeing that Fengchen could not accept all this, he fainted directly, his old face was hot for a while, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Young Master Feng Hao, you ...... Why are your pants wet?"

Feng Hao's pale face suddenly turned red, and he hurriedly blocked it with his clothes, and his pants were wet.

Beside Feng Hao, most of them were his entourage and good people, who were about the same level of frightening as Feng Hao, and they didn't dare to laugh out loud.

"Hmm...... Why does it smell of urine?" Someone next to him asked, and at this time, Feng Hao's face turned even more red and hot.

Who is Waste?

Who is the Scourge?

Who is qualified to be the young master of the Wind Clan?

Feng Ling used his actions to show everyone present, and only he was qualified.

At this moment.

A man who was called a waste three months ago and wanted to kick out of his family.

A young man who is considered to be a disaster star, and many clansmen want to get rid of it as soon as possible.

Today, with the posture of an ancient king, he has broken the myth of 10,000 years!