In the dark depths of the cavern, an old man with gray hair and a withered face sat cross-legged and motionless, this old man was naked, and a black chain glowing with a glow was wrapped around his skinny chest and abdomen like a dragon, and wrapped around his shoulders and wrapped his hands tightly. At the ends of each end of the chain was a spear head half a foot long, which was as red as blood, and the tip of the spear pierced the palms of the old man's hands, and the whole thing was submerged into the old man's bloodless palms.

But the strange thing is that the head of the spear penetrates the old man's palms and there is not the slightest blood flowing out, but the head of the spear flashes with strange blood from time to time, which looks extremely weird.

The old man sat cross-legged like this, not moving for a long, long time, if it weren't for his faint snort, it would be like a dry corpse that had been dead for many years, and time seemed to be meaningless to the old man.

I don't know how long later, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the deep cave, and as the footsteps got closer and closer, the old man slowly opened his eyes, and a moment later, a man walked into the hole.

This man is wearing a golden crown, a golden dragon robe, a delicate food box in his left hand, and a large wine bag in his right hand.

Murong Yanjun walked in front of the old man, first put the things in his hand in front of the old man, then knelt on his knees, kowtowed respectfully to the old man, and then said, "Grandson to meet grandfather." ”

The old man looked at Murong Yanjun, his face finally became a little angry, his shriveled face wrinkled slightly as if he was smiling, and then said, "Jun'er, why are you here in person today?" ”

Murong Yanjun raised his head, took the food box, and placed the dishes with all kinds of colors and aromas in front of the old man, and said with a smile: "My grandson has been busy with government affairs since the dynasty, and I haven't been able to come to see my grandfather for some time, so I miss it very much. Therefore, after the dispersal of the dynasty today, he came in a hurry. “

Murong Yanjun can be called respectful to the old man, as the king of a country, he actually kneels to serve the old man, I am afraid that it is difficult for anyone to believe that Murong Yanjun is like this because this old man is his own grandfather, and he is the strongest person in the Murong family. Murong Qingtian.

The name Murong Qingtian may be known to very few people in the rivers and lakes, but the name of Mo Qingtian is famous in the rivers and lakes, it was born more than 100 years ago, and competed with the Condor Heroes at that time, and its prestige spread far and wide, and everyone in the rivers and lakes knew it, but it disappeared before the much-anticipated Huashan Sword Debate. But I don't want this person to be a person from Wanfa Pavilion at all, and he has been hidden in the secret place of the Murong family for more than a hundred years, until now. The original evil and western, crazy southern monks, northern heroes, and even old naughty boys and other romantic characters have long been gone, but this person has lived until now.

Murong Qingtian heard what Murong Yanjun said, and the smile on his face became stronger, and he casually took the big wine bag handed by Murong Yanjun, and said: "Jun'er, you are the most talented in my Murong family for hundreds of years, and now is the best time for the revival of my Dayan, whether it is the court or the rivers and lakes, you have to worry a lot, old man, you don't have to worry about it here." “

said. Murong Qingtian unplugged the big wine sac, and when he lifted the wine sac about the size of his body, he raised his head and drank wildly.

Murong Qingtian drank so much. The wine in the wine bag was flowing down the corners of his mouth, but the wine was scarlet like blood, and the wine was mixed with a thick fishy smell, but Murong Qingtian drank it like nectar, and the squirming of the Adam's apple never stopped for half a minute, and this wine bag contained at least twenty or thirty catties of wine was actually drunk clean by him in one go.

After drinking this like bloody wine. Strange things happened, the wrinkled skin on Murong Qingtian's body was actually full of vitality, slowly bulging up, flesh and blood became full and full, and the pale hair on his head gradually turned from white to black. The whole person seems to have rejuvenated in an instant. However, the crimson spear heads on his hands made a joyful 'whining' sound, and the blood on them flashed more frequently.

Murong Yanjun looked at the changes that had taken place in his grandfather, and although his expression was as usual, he seemed to have seen it many times, but there was a faint longing in the depths of his pupils.

Murong Qingtian finished drinking and did some exercises, and after the whole person looked like he had changed from a centenarian to a middle-aged man, a little younger than Murong Yanjun, he took the credit, looked at Murong Yanjun and said, "How is your father?" ”

"There has been news from my father's side, Takeda Jedi said that as long as he gets the Sword God's Heart Refining Sword and a Sword Realm Bafang Order, he can wave his army north to invade Goryeo, and at the same time, he will let Amano Sword and Hao Ghost go to Fuluo Mountain together in a few days, and he himself will personally solve the matter of the Yunshui Alliance."

Murong Yanjun said these words slowly, which was also his plan for the current situation. Goryeo was originally one of the allies that the Murong family sought, but the attitude of the Goryeo people at both ends of the rat, as well as the fact that they only wanted to take advantage and were unwilling to make the slightest sacrifice, annoyed the Murong family. Originally, the Murong family classified Shandong as Goryeo, so as to use it as a containment of Hulu after Hu Lu entered the customs, but the Goryeo people were afraid of Hu Lu like a tiger, and Hu Lu retreated as soon as he entered the north and gave up Shandong to him, which also made the Murong family's plan fail. And what made the Murong family completely lose confidence in Goryeo was the attitude of the Goryeo towards Hu Lu, who was now in front of the Goryeo country, but the Goryeo people did not even have the courage to fight, they only knew how to shrink. If this continues, instead of letting Goryeo fall into the hands of Hu Lu and making Hu Lu more and more difficult to control, it is better to lead the Dongying people to the north, after all, for the Dongying people, they are extremely hostile to Hu Lu, and when the Meng Yuan Dynasty, the Yuan Emperor sent troops across the sea to attack Dongying several times.

Let Dongying invade Goryeo, you can contain Hu Lu from behind, and more importantly, the battle of Fuluo Mountain Murong family needs Dongying's high-end combat power, Murong Yanjun wants to let the three great martial masters of the grassland sleep forever under Fuluo Mountain, this matter cannot be done openly, after all, the Juntian Sect and the Blood Clothes Sect are deeply involved in Hu Lu, so it is necessary to use external forces to achieve this goal.

After hearing what Murong Yanjun said, Murong Qingtian couldn't help but stare at him, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Promise him, compared to reviving my Great Yan, what about the Sword God?" I have been cultivating this soul devouring chain for some years, and this time I will sacrifice this peerless fierce soldier with the blood of the sword god. ”

Murong Yanjun was naturally very excited when he heard his grandfather say this, and he immediately wanted to say something, but Murong Qingtian suddenly frowned, and then looked up, there was a small hole at the top of this deep cave, and when he looked up, he could see that the bright moon was hanging high in this matter.

Murong Yanjun saw that his grandfather's expression was different, and hurriedly asked, "What did grandfather sense?" ”

Murong Qingtian didn't speak, his eyes squinted slightly, and he looked up still, but there was a faint light in the pair of pupils, and it took a while before he muttered in a low voice: "This kind of qi, I didn't even feel it from that old immortal back then, where is the divine world?" ”

Murong Yanjun's face changed greatly when he heard this, but he knew very well how powerful his grandfather was, and he knew how old and immortal he was in his mouth, and now that he heard his grandfather say this, how could he not be surprised? It's just that before Murong Yanjun could ask, Murong Qingtian said, "Jun'er, you go back now and send more people to find out what happened in the southwest, especially all kinds of abnormalities must be investigated." Whenever there is chaos in the world, there will be demons in the world, and now although the situation is very good for us, it is the best time for my Murong family to revive Dayan for a hundred years, but it is also becoming more and more neglectful. ”

Murong Yanjun hurriedly nodded down, but he asked again, "What about the Sword God?" ”

"Don't worry, three days later, it will be the day of the sword god's conferment."

"Such an air machine?! Could it be that someone wants to continue to write the legend of a thousand years ago and reach that inhuman realm? ”

In the Shengtian Tower at the top of the Wufeng Cliff, a middle-aged man wearing a robe, a crown, and a long fluttering beard stood at the top of the pavilion and looked at the southwest direction, and said these words with a solemn expression.

Before he could finish speaking, there was a breeze around him, and then a figure appeared, and at the same time a voice came into his ears.

"I told you a long time ago, on the day of the dragon slaying, the desert gate is now, the legend of martial arts has been cut off for a hundred years, and now it is time for the legend to return, how many years have you and I been imprisoned here, Fang Jin is the best time to get out of this cage."

The voice settled, this figure appeared next to the middle-aged man, it was Qi Daxian who was on Peach Blossom Island to guide Zhang Fang in the maze, so that Zhang Fang escaped a catastrophe and had to meet a great opportunity!

The middle-aged man was not surprised at the appearance of Qi Daxian at all, but just snorted coldly: "You can only fool those who have been blinded by that ghost thing, but who who has awakened the spirit of the soul does not know that the deserted gate is just an opportunity to break the cage, if there is no strong force to break free from the shackles of the cage, the wild gate is in front of you, do you dare to enter?" ”

"That's why we have to take advantage of the trend."

Qi Daxian said these words inexplicably, and the middle-aged man shook his head when he heard it, and then changed his words and said: "Okay, don't talk about the matter of the deserted gate for the time being, I have put the heart hook you brought to me into the Ten Thousand Medicine Pool to be nourished by the Shennong ruler, and I think it should be of great use when I want to stay on the day of slaying the dragon."

However, the person you are hoping for is not in good shape now, Wanfa Pavilion has already written a letter, and I will have to do my best to go to Fuluo Mountain in a few days. ”

Qi Daxian smiled when he heard this: "Of course, the person who can continue to write the legend is different from mortals, and when he reaches the peak of this world, it is the time for you and me to get out of trouble, but the road to the peak must be killed by himself, you and I can't help him, and even have to be enemies with him." ”

The middle-aged man nodded his head in agreement when he heard this, and then said, "What about the spirit qi machine that appeared in the southwest?" ”

"I'll go myself, it just so happens that the person is also in the southwest now, so I can meet him again and have a familiar face, so that he won't kill him in the future and slaughter me."

As he spoke, Qi Daxian moved under his feet, and the whole person disappeared into the pavilion, leaving only the middle-aged man looking up at the sky, silent. (To be continued......)