The monk's longevity is endless, and it seems to be a thing that all the monks are diligently pursuing, asking for.

But only these of them have lived long enough, and the next will only be the gatekeepers of the god-man ruins who have been around for a long time to know, what kind of indescribable feeling this is.

Just to find the next janitor, Huang Jiulong has diligently searched for thousands of years, there are good talents with high cultivation, which can be called amazing, and there are also barely cultivated people, and the talent is also reluctant, and the overall can only be regarded as a reluctant.

Because the talent of cultivation does not have much impact on the gatekeeper of a god-man ruins, after all, what should the cultivation be like if it is an enemy? As long as you live for a long time and see more, the dripping water can gather into an ocean, and it is possible for the gatekeeper.

But he Huang Jiulong has been looking for so many years, and he has taken a lot of fancy to him, but none of them can be recognized by Sword City.

So he, Huang Jiulong, is still looking for it.

Cui Puyang was found under Huang Jiulong's insistence, the most recent one.

The same is also the only one that can be recognized by the place that is both the Sword City and the Sword Tomb, it is difficult to admit things, but it is also very simple to say that it is simple, that is, you can use the sword in the Sword City, the more swords you can move, the better the quality means that the higher the recognition of the Sword City for you.

And on his disciple Cui Puyang, there doesn't seem to be a sword that is not recognized, just like that Chengying, although it only belongs to the midstream level in Sword City, but it is not something that a simple Xuanwang monk can pick up, only those who are recognized by Sword City are qualified.

He is one, and his apprentice Cui Puyang is one, but this excessive inheritance is not a simple matter, it is a slow kung fu that cuts flesh with a slow knife, and getting Jiancheng to admit it is just equivalent to just getting an indispensable admission ticket, and you need to take your time.

The reason why Huang Jiulong, the gatekeeper of the god ruins, would take a high look at Yu Zhenjian was because Yu Zhenjian's divine soul was probably similar to them, it was a matter of repeating and repeating, and it was also accumulated year after year of immortality.

It's just that he Yu Zhenjian has a qualitative difference from a gatekeeper like Huang Jiulong, Yu Zhenjian belongs to Yu Zhenjian who has to walk from the beginning before Yu Zhenjian, and the height of the top is also different every time he arrives.

Maybe Yu Zhenjian in this life is just a Xuandi Chongtian, but Yu Zhenjian in the previous life is a Xuandi Santian, and Yu Zhenjian in the next life is a real Xuansheng powerhouse, and it is impossible.

He is the only one in the world, but the other is different in the world.

On the stone staircase, Yu Zhenjian took one step at a time, without looking at the side, and even the murals on the top of the hall that could be seen when he raised his head slightly did not look at it, but walked so gently.

In fact, the previous Heng Hall was also a god ruins, but now Hengfeng can only be regarded as half.

There is no gatekeeper in the Heng Palace, or a long, long time ago, so long that there was a calculation of 10,000 years, but in the end, it was forcibly knocked down into half a god-man ruins, the guy who made this thing with his peak cultivation, the reason why he did this is just to leave a way for him to retreat but not advance, after all, what he is about to do is only five or five to win, and he needs to leave himself a way out.

Unexpectedly, in the end, he finally used this retreat.

Yu Zhenjian suddenly stopped, and he couldn't raise his head from beginning to end, so he raised his head at this moment.

The top of the head is not the slightest bit the same as what Wu Chen and Baoyi have seen before, and the vast sky is as if the starry sky in the sky is gone, and some are just the ordinary palace top composed of strips and stones that are plain and impermanent.

Although in the eyes of the ordinary people of the secular dynasty under the mountain, it is also the most spectacle that they have seen in their lives, but in the eyes of monks, especially in the eyes of monks like Yu Zhenjian, who have never seen anything, it is too ordinary.

Yu Zhenjian seemed to be raising his head, looking at the top, in a daze, and suddenly chuckled, with a slight contempt in his laughter, and said twilight at the empty stone wall on the top of the palace: "No wonder you will lose, or will you be defeated, just because you are afraid of death, you must prepare a five-index retreat before you start, without that broken kettle, indomitable momentum, who will defeat if you are not defeated?"

No one answered, all of them were silent, but Yu Zhenjian continued to face the top of his head, as if talking to himself but definitely referring to something, listening to someone, and said: "Look at you, now you are still a little complacent, what's the matter, you think that living a long time is winning? This place has allowed me to find a lot of that guy's breath, how can I see it? Yes, this is originally someone's own territory, even if you are still breathing, how about it, it is not a lifetime of sending people under the fence?"

After all, there was a sudden change in the sky above the top of the hall, and wisps of particularly pale and long-lasting breath spread out, and there was also a great change between breathing and breathing, and the wisps were mixed with strands of primitive and irritable aura.

Those who are weak in cultivation and who are a little unable to concentrate on it, standing here, between breathing and breathing, it is like swallowing a knife, not increasing their cultivation.

"What? After a long time, the shrunken turtle will really become a shrunken turtle? Or are you obviously arrogant and scared, and your backbone is broken?"

No matter what Yu Zhenjian's words were, there was still no change in the slightest on the top of the hall.

So Yu Zhenjian stopped talking and did useless work.

The light in his eyes suddenly became stern and abnormal, and his whole body revealed a different momentum from the ordinary, which was very simple and rare.

As a result, Yu Zhenjian, who stood in place and resolutely did not move, was like a long sword all over his body.

Yu Zhenjian's movements are strange, his body is bent, so that he directly lowers his body, his right arm is stretched horizontally, his index finger and middle finger are compared to a sword blade, and standing on his two legs is also particularly strange, his right leg is half-squatting, and his left leg is oblique and straight.

It was an extremely simple sword posture from a long time ago, and it was probably similar to the martial arts style between heaven and earth that was also connected by martial arts cultivation a long time ago.

So at this moment, Yu Zhenjian is not Yu Zhenjian, but a real sword.

The scene did not change, and the top of the hall and the stone steps where Yu Zhenjian was standing seemed to be closer and shorter, and the layers of barriers from the space were pierced layer by layer.

Then, there was no shocking momentum of the sword, as if it was plain and unremarkable.

Above the top of the hall, there was a change, and the black was like viscous ink, and the rendering bloomed above the top of the hall.