There are many mountains and forests in the southwest of Daqin, and the climate is humid and warm, breeding many thick trees and poisonous insects, and the people who live there are brave and warlike people, everyone is martial, and the martial arts school is mainly weird and ruthless.

Among them, on the bright side, there is one of the major sects of the sword sect, led by the Jielu Sword Hall.

However, in terms of strength and heritage, the great ink stele forest that had been in the Wuling Dynasty across the rivers and lakes of the Wuguo country, and several generations of grandmasters came out can be called the first-rate, and in the last hundred years, Zhao Yi held three thousand miles of bright moon to resist the great master three hundred miles south, and became more famous.

Tracing back to the origin, in the Mo family, it is called Da Mo.

The most important secret place in the sect is the Forest of Steles.

Dozens of miles of land boundary, a total of 37 large monuments, each of which is 30 zhang high, all written by the grandmaster, named the immortal stele, 136 medium inscriptions, 10 zhang to 29 zhang high, is left by the four masters, the rest of the five masters, the six masters left the inscriptions are countless.

The inscription is a forest, and the weather is huge.

There was a previous generation of stele forest first put down the big words, anyone in the world can find their favorite martial arts here, the door inheritance, enough to make a martial artist from the lower three grades all the way smoothly practice to the upper three grades.

In front of the thirty-seven stone tablets named Changsheng, an old man gently wiped the dragon turtle of the camel stele at the corner of the stele, the old man's hair was already white, his expression was extremely focused, he wiped the dust on it, took a step back, looked at the immortal inscription that seemed to be going straight to the clouds, and muttered to himself.

When I was a teenager, there were only thirty-one inscriptions here.

In middle age, it became thirty-five.

And this year is older, after the chaos in the world, the Great Ink Tablet Forest has been hidden for nearly 30 years, and the immortal inscriptions representing the inheritance of the grandmaster's martial arts have reached thirty-seven. One day, these thirty-seven immortal inscriptions really became a hundred, and that would be enough to make the Great Ink Tablet Forest leap to the top of the rivers and lakes, rather than the first-class sect that is still under the Seven Sects.

But it's enough.

In his generation, it should be possible to increase the number of these thirty-seven immortal inscriptions to fifty.

Fifty is enough to ensure the prosperity of the sect for the next two hundred years.

The old man's palm stroked the dragon turtle of the negative monument, and he was stunned, and his expression was soft.

On the stele behind the old man, there is another tall and burly man, with a rough appearance and blue eyes, but he is the appearance of the Western Regions, although the appearance is already old, his bearing has not diminished in the slightest, and he sits on the inscription of the foundation of the big ink stele, and he has not provoked the anger of the man with a high status in the stele forest.

Holding a jar of wine in his hand, he looked at the words on the inscription with a pair of thick eyebrows.

Extremely picky, except for the thirty-seven immortal inscriptions, even the inscription as high as twenty-nine chapters and seven inches, he didn't bother to look at it, and when he saw the fun, he didn't shy away from saying hello loudly, and then raised his hand to pour a sip of spirits, his eyebrows stretched, and his attitude became more and more frenzied.

Chu Zhang withdrew his hand and stood up, turned his back to the man in the Western Regions, and said:

"The lord of the Great Wilderness Village is so interested."

The man from the Western Regions raised his eyebrows, drank again, and said casually: "You don't have to be reluctant to give up the words on these inscriptions, you can't exchange any treasures here, it's better to let me see them all, if I can go further, when I leave the Central Plains, I will naturally leave you an inscription here." ”

"It's not as good as the top ten of the Immortal Monument, and it won't fall into the last ten."

Chu Zhang nodded, and really didn't say anything more.

The eyes of the lord of the Great Wilderness Village fell on one side to explain how to forge an innocent glazed physique with internal force, which was left by a Tianlong wrestler who had an old relationship with the Great Ink Tablet Forest three hundred years ago, which was profound and subtle, and he only read hundreds of words, and it had taken almost an hour.

Every time you look at a few lines, you have to turn back and look again, just like the Jiangnan garden, one step at a time, one step at a time, every time you have a feeling, only feel that you are empowered, and you will encounter the problems of external skills to the fullest, which is worthy of being the first of the world's outer martial arts.

When he was outside the Western Regions, he was always proud and did not look down on the martial arts of the Central Plains.

Until he suffered a big loss in Loulan, if it weren't for the collision between the Shenwu Mansion and the Northern Xinjiang Iron Cavalry, the fight of life and death, and he couldn't take care of him, he was afraid that he would be killed there by the lord of the Shenwu Mansion that day, thinking of this, and thinking of Shenwu Zhang Xu, who has always been a good friend in the past 20 years.

I didn't expect Zhang Xuan to summon tens of millions of remnants to charge together in the end, he also led the great wilderness village under his command, and consciously thousands of neatly draped iron horsemen charged together, so it was not necessarily much worse than those famous generals of the Seven Kingdoms.

The lord of the Great Wilderness Village shook his head, his mind condensed on the stone tablet.

Chu Zhang turned his head to look at another stone stele, the lines on it were more complicated, and it was faintly the highest among the thirty-seven immortal inscriptions, Chu Zhang patted the bluestone stele, and sighed: "This stone stele has suppressed all the immortal steles, imitating the method of Hetuluo Shu, and it can be regarded as suppressing the five hundred years of qi in my Great Ink Stele Forest." ”

"When the stone tablet is like a star, you can guarantee another five hundred years."

"Confucianism has a saying that every five hundred years, there are saints, and my Chu family does not pray for Confucian saints, but only hopes that the qi that has not collapsed for thousands of years can bloom and scatter leaves, and truly give birth to disciples who can touch the vast scenery above the gate of heaven."

The eyes of the lord of the Great Wilderness Village narrowed, thinking of the recent big incident in the Central Plains rivers and lakes, which shook the river full of grass and dragons and snakes, touched the white hair on his sideburns, laughed at himself, and said:

"The owner of the first village left the villa, your son went to the first village this time, it was successful, and the masters on the court side were all dead, even if you have a way to shirk it, but if you die, you are dead."

"Don't feel distressed?"

Chu Zhang stretched out his hand to stroke the stone tablet, and his eyes were calm.

"If you don't have a son, you can still have another life."

"The disciples are scattered, and they can be taken again."

"But if you can record the mastery of the White Tiger Hall, and even pass on a few Star Palace inheritances, and carve the immortal inscription, there is only one chance to stay here."

"The rivers and lakes are vast, and it is not a problem to be suppressed and closed for a while."

"The kingdom of the world will be together for a long time, and it will disappear, no matter how long it is, it will only take hundreds of years, with this treasure to calm the number of qi, add a few doors to point directly to the top of the method, hundreds of years later, my big ink tablet forest can produce a land immortal, so, no regrets."

The owner of the Great Wilderness Village couldn't help but sigh:

"It's really bad luck to be your son."

"No wonder you don't let him wander the rivers and lakes, if you have a few years of experience in the rivers and lakes, you can see that this must be a dead end, these more than 20 years, everyone in the world knows that you are the most distressed when you are old, and you will not think that you will let him do this kind of death-bound thing, you can take the opportunity to get rid of many suspicions."

"It's just ruthless."

Chu Zhang's expression was flat, he withdrew his right hand, inserted it in his sleeve, and said:

"When did the owner of the Great Wilderness Village become such a sentimental person?"

"I just want to know, does that trick of yours really work?"

The old man of the Western Regions turned solemn and said, "You can rest assured that my lord personally left a distraction thought, based on the five hundred years of qi in your stele forest, plus all the charm of a divine weapon, it is enough for the hall master to make a personal move." ”

"The owner of the first village is not here, and no one can stop my master."

Chu Chang nodded slowly, raising his eyes to look at the immortal inscription.

The immortal inscription suddenly shook violently.

Chu Zhang's expression was slightly stunned, and his eyes widened.

Left by the ancestors five hundred years ago, a gap suddenly opened on the inscription that could protect the five hundred years of the Great Ink Stele Forest.

………………

In the first village, after everyone has already gone to the triple gate, something else happened.

It was Yiyi Ye Xuan, and not many people noticed what happened in the Yajing Courtyard.

"I remember your qi, I saw you when you were born."

"It seems that the dragon qi in you is gone."

The black-clothed Confucian looked elegant, and looked at Wang Anfeng leaning on the railing with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

Originally, the belt of Chu Yangyu's strong suit was shattered, the wide robe and wide sleeves, there was a madman's style, at the cost of a divine soldier completely destroying the falling realm, Chu Yangyu's body qi machine rose again and again, the ancients said that if you don't see it for three days, you should be impressed, but this is just a few breaths, Chu Yangyu's qi machine has stepped through the gate of heaven one after another, and even the realm above the gate of heaven.

Wang Anfeng looked at the black-clothed Confucian and understood that the black hair on his sideburns turned white was not caused by his disappearance. This time to the top of the twelve-story building, even with the help of the gods, the price is big enough.

It is so big that Chu Yangyu will regret and hate it more than when he is sober.

The breath of the heroes of the rivers and lakes was suppressed, Zhou Shen was angry in his heart, but his body was uncontrollable, if it weren't for the bookish spirit in his heart, he would have been pressed to his knees and fell to the ground, and when he was gritting his teeth and struggling to support him, Wang Anfeng took a step forward, and the vigorous momentum on his body rose.

It was like an invisible edifice of air engines rising from the ground.

Flat ground from tall buildings.

The qi wave rolled up against the wind, blocking the escaping qi of the White Tiger Hall Master.

With a wave of his right hand, he still held the thunder spear drawn from the whale salamander's body, which was used by the Flying Spirit Sect Zuoqiu Valley, and there was no spiritual rhyme in it, but the material was close to the divine weapon.

Behind the burden, in the past few days, it has been attracting the curious packages of Yiye Xuan's disciples and Li Changxing to put down.

The blue coarse cloth rolled up layer by layer, revealing a dark brown wooden box.

There was a sword in the box.

Wang Anfeng's lowered left hand was slightly blurred, and he had already taken out a cup from the Shaolin Temple.

The jade cup contains a liquid like elixir and jade liquid, and the medicinal fragrance is dense but does not disperse.

Raise your neck and drink the jade liquid in the cup, and your tongue is against the roof of your mouth.

Wang Anfeng slapped his left hand on the sword box.

In the sound of the sword, the first long sword flew out, wide and heavy, Great Qin Zhenyue.

The descendants of the Lord of the Divine Weapons can use the power of the Divine Soldiers.

Not to mention that the lord of Zhenyue is still alive.

Wang Anfeng borrowed the murderous spirit of the soldiers in Zhenyue.

The first sword rose and went straight to the sky, and the heavens and the earth were low for a long time.

Then came the second sword.

The last generation of Qin Huang wielded his sword to break through the clouds and swept through the six countries, which was desired by the people of the world.

The viewing platform is set in Qin.

A sharp sword qi was born in the flat ground, rising to the sky, except for the place where his qi was shrouded in this courtyard, it was already an inch of crisis, Li Changxing's eyes widened, and he had lost his mind.

Immediately the third time.

Divine soldiers, divine warriors.

The third sword burst out.

Under the other courtyard, there was already a sky full of cold sword qi.

With sword qi and sword intent, the mountain is steep.

The black-clothed Confucian who appeared with the appearance of the three thousand miles of bright moon never thought of encountering three consecutive sword-like divine weapons, and he was unable to break free for a while, and was surrounded and killed by three divine weapons with their own spirituality.

Wang Anfeng had time to introduce the remaining half of the chalcedony in his mouth into his mouth, and forcibly manipulated the internal qi in his body caused by the three divine weapons to deplete and refill the time, and then consumed it at a faster speed, his right hand grabbed the thunder spear, his body turned into a pale golden color, and he slowly exhaled a breath, and the qi condensed like a cloud and spit out mist.

The eyes didn't know when they had turned golden, and they thought silently in their hearts.

I hold three thousand laws!

In the Shaolin Temple, a monk dressed in gray makes the same move.

Take a step forward.

His hand tightened his grip on another Thunder Spear.

The inky eyes turned into pure gold, and the mouth whispered.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Three thousand laws are one!

Catching the same vein of the qi machine, one mile and one outside the qi machine flowed, and a sentence appeared in the hearts of the master and apprentice at the same time.

Hold the power of vajra and cut off three thousand troubles.

Wisps of golden threads representing cause and effect unfolded in front of the two of them, and in their eyes, an illusory figure was stripped off Chu Yangyu's body, and cause and effect spread to extremely distant places.

In the southwest of Daqin.

Three thousand causes and effects are one.

The thunder spears in the hands of Yuan Ci and Wang Anfeng disappeared at the same time.

PS: Today's second update is presented............

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