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Jian Nameless cautiously descended the back mountain, this was the forbidden place of the Fu Sword Sect, and only a few Supreme Elders and him could enter and exit.

The Fu Sword Sect has been dormant all these years, and even with its old enemies, the Shejia and the Turbid Demon Cave, there are few conflicts, and the reason is that the upper generation of the Fu Sword Sect, the sect master, Jian Jiechen.

This kendo giant, who has lived for more than three hundred years, has already stepped into the level of the peak of the life soul, which is a step stronger than the sword emperor Feng Xuesheng of Kyushu, and is comparable to the Blue Devil realm.

Such a strong person was also fierce and powerful more than a hundred years ago, and he was one of the few super strong people in Wanli Prefecture, even in the face of a quasi-Vientiane Realm powerhouse, he could fight calmly.

Jian Jiechen has stepped down from the position of sect master for more than 120 years, and has devoted himself to attainments, smelting his sword momentum to an extreme, and his state of mind is also approaching the great consummation of the life and soul realm.

Originally, he was still struggling with how to impact the realm of Vientiane, but the ancient tomb of the True Monarch discovered a few months ago gave him hope, and this time to explore the ancient tomb, he wanted to soar into the sky with the help of the power of the Ancient True Monarch.

The dark cliffs had regained their calm, except for the peaks that had been leveled and cut off by half, indicating that the roar was not auditory hallucinations.

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Two days of time is simply a nightmare for Jian Wuming, **** guarding Ye Qingjian's side night and night, looking at the disciple whose breath is getting weaker and weaker, his heart is like a knife.

Fortunately, Emperor Yunxiao lived up to expectations, and sent two Hundred Flowers Snow Lotus Pill in the middle of the night, and the flawless quality made Jian Wuming overjoyed.

The medicinal effect of the two Hundred Flowers Snow Lotus Pill was extremely powerful, even if the ruthless flower poison had already filled all the meridians of Ye Qingjian, and when it encountered the medicinal qi, it was still defeated, melting like snowflakes.

Two hours later, the poison on Ye Qingjian's body was eliminated from his body, and the blue and black venom corroded the ground into large pits, making the scalps of many elites of the Fu Sword Sect numb.

Ye Qingjian's dark face gradually regained its ruddyness, and after the toxin was discharged, Di Yunxiao fed him a small pill, and it only took three or five days of cultivation for him to recover.

"Mr. Emperor, I don't thank you for my great kindness, but if I ask for something in the future, the Fu Sword Sect will definitely saddle up the horse and the horse. ”

Jian Nameless's tense heart relaxed, Ye Qingjian was the lifeblood of their Fu Sword Sect in the future, if he was really poisoned and died, how could he face those heroic spirits of the Fu Sword Sect.

Di Yunxiao wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his heart was also relieved, Ye Qingjian's recovery was also a good thing for him.

"The Sword Sect Master is serious, if it weren't for the full support of your sect, the Hundred Flowers Snow Lotus Pill would not have been able to be successfully refined so easily.

Forgive me for talking too much, it's best not to release the news that Ye Qingjian has been detoxified for the time being. ”

Hearing this, the nameless pair of white eyebrows of the sword froze, and after a while, the coldness flashed:

What Mr. Di said is very much, it seems that the old man has to arrange it in advance, and he can't even catch a few mice in the dark. ”

The Fu Sword Sect is now uncertain, who knows how many traitors like the poisoned man there are.

Di Yunxiao was reminding him in disguise that he could use Ye Qingjian's fake death to lure out those traitors who were secretly peeping.

Seeing that Jian Wuming realized it, Emperor Yunxiao didn't stay here, and returned to the ** courtyard prepared by Fu Jian Sect for himself.

In the middle of the night, Di Yunxiao was pretending to sleep in bed, and suddenly the startled shouts of killing sounded.

His eyes opened, revealing a hint of understanding, as if the sect master of Sword Nameless had already arranged his back hand and was strangling the traitor who showed his ponytail.

As an outsider, he just treats these things as wind in his ears, and if he really wants to interfere, he may not be thought of by others, even if he now holds the title of the honorary elder of the Fu Sword Sect.

The shouts of killing were quickly silenced, and after a brief commotion, everything was calm.

On the second day, when Di Yunxiao got up to freshen up, some of the flowers and plants that had been destroyed because of last night's battle had been retransplanted and were full of vitality.

Just when Di Yunxiao tied the black hair of the shawl with a short rope, the Fu Sword Sect Sect Master Jian came in a hurry, and the first words of the meeting made Di Yunxiao's heart tighten.

"Mr. Emperor, hurry up and bring your own blades and elixirs. The old man has just received a report from his disciples, and the tomb of the True Monarch is shaking, and there may be half a day before the world is about to open. ”

Jian Nameless's tone was hurried, he was wearing leather armor, and the dense scales on it made Emperor Yunxiao's eyes shrink, this leather armor was definitely made of the scale armor of demon beasts.

Behind the nameless sword, two old men who were also dressed in strong suits were holding the sword box, with a cold smile on their faces, and occasionally a faint anxiety flashed.

The opening of the True Monarch Tomb was too sudden, and originally according to the exploration of the major forces, the opening of the Ancient Tomb should have been two days later.

Di Yunxiao took the thousand-forged steel longbow placed on the weapon rack, which he specially commissioned to be built by the famous blacksmith workshop in Hanshan City, and it took 1,500 catties of strength to fully open the bowstring.

When placing an order in the blacksmith's workshop, the design requirements of this bow alarmed the master master who had been sealing the hammer for decades, and he personally forged this green steel bow for Di Yunxiao.

Of course, the materials of this bow plus the forging fee are also very expensive, and the master craftsman does not charge gold coins, only spirit stones.

A longbow and three hundred stainless steel arrows doped with rare metals are worth thirty spirit stones, and if they are placed on the black market, they are nearly four hundred and fifty thousand Tianquan gold coins.

After the time of the half-pillar incense, Di Yunxiao and the others directly took the birds raised by the Fujian Sect and went to the place where the ancient tomb of the True Monarch was located.

Many strong men stood on the back of a black eagle, and a strong wind swept in their faces, blowing everyone's hair to sway.

Beside him, Sword Nameless was wiping the three-foot long sword in his hand, the mysterious ancient lines covered the sword body, and the handguard with the barbed tail of the hilt was like the tail of a western dragon.

"Good sword, mid-grade kendo spiritual weapon! With this divine weapon, the combat power of the Sword Sect Master may be able to face the powerhouse of the Soul Realm. ”

When Jian Wuming heard this, his face showed a touch of pride: "Kunwu Sword is one of the Zhenzong Spirit Swords of the Wufu Sword Sect, holding this sword, the old man once killed the great demon beast that had just entered the Soul Realm. ”

In half a day, the black eagle carried a group of four Venerables across thousands of miles, and the ground was densely covered with jungles, and all kinds of birds and beasts crossed the forest, occasionally mixed with the roar of tigers.

Brush!

Suddenly, in the lower left of Di Yunxiao and the others, several terrifying breaths flashed away, and the pitch-black figure was like a ghost, even faster than the black eagle.

"Hmph! The old witch of the Turbid Demon Cave came so quickly. Mr. Emperor, inside the True Monarch Ancient Tomb, please pretend that you don't know my Fujian Sect.

Now that the True Monarch Tomb has been opened, presumably those Venerable Masters of each family have already been dispatched, and the Wufu Sword Sect has a few ruthless opponents. If it is not necessary, it is better not to involve the gentleman in it. ”

When Emperor Yunxiao heard this, he groaned for a moment, and dared to be the enemy of the behemoth of the Fu Sword Sect, at least it was a first-class force.

He is alone, so don't provoke easily.

The black eagle's wings vibrate, and after flying for dozens of miles, it landed near a vast lonely mountain, and faintly, Di Yunxiao could sense the figure below.

Emperor Yunxiao's expression became solemn, and within the hundred square circles he perceived, there were hundreds of strong people gathered, and the lowest cultivation level was also at the level of a ten-rank great warrior.

"Mr. Emperor, put away the jade plaque, this is the first batch of qualification certificates to enter the Zhenjun Ancient Tomb to explore. ”

Jian Nameless took out a palm-sized jade plaque from within the Na ring, which was engraved with a special magic circle, and the obscure aura was difficult to discern.

After accepting it, Emperor Yunxiao jumped down from the black eagle's body, and his figure quickly disappeared into the mountains and forests.

If he goes any further, I am afraid that he will be seen by the powerhouses of the various sects and the powerhouses of the Fujian Sect together.

As soon as his feet hit the ground, Di Yunxiao's eyelids jumped, and two figures stood behind him, staring at him with cold eyes like poisonous snakes.

Suddenly turning around, Di Yunxiao saw two old men, one fat and one thin, staring at him, their eyes fierce, as if they were constantly scanning his whole body.

"Hand over the jade plate in your hand, spare you from death. ”

The chubby old man's face was wrinkled, and his eyes touched the jade plate held in Di Yunxiao's hand, revealing a greedy and covetous gaze.

In just the blink of an eye, the tall and thin old man suddenly appeared on Di Yunxiao's left side, and his dry palm grabbed Di Yunxiao's left hand.

"How daring. ”

Di Yunxiao took his left leg as the axis, and the spine dragon exerted his strength, and his right leg was like a twisted spring, and it suddenly blasted towards the left side.

A violent sound sounded, and a trace of coldness appeared on Emperor Yunxiao's face, these two old men were just great martial arts cultivators, and they even dared to covet the things of a Venerable of the Unearthly Realm.

Boom!

A wisp of violent energy swept through, and the tall and thin old man's face changed greatly, but the advancing body was difficult to stop at all, and he watched Di Yunxiao's right leg smash on his body.

Blood is spilled, muscles and bones are broken, Emperor Yunxiao's foot is more than a thousand catties, even if the tall and thin martial artist has real strength to defend, but how can he resist Emperor Yunxiao's anger in a hurry.

kicked the tall and thin old man away, Di Yunxiao stepped forward suddenly, curled up with his left hand, and smashed viciously on the opponent's sun**.

The dazzling blood-red and ** white slurry exploded everywhere, and the mournful wail had not yet resounded, and it was directly extinguished by Di Yunxiao's punch.

The fat old man who was the first to verbally threaten was so frightened that they thought they had met a lonely young powerhouse of the sect and wanted to seize their jade medals.

It's just that who would have thought that this kid with hair on his mouth that has not yet grown is so terrifying that he will easily kill his partner, and immediately retreat wildly.

The corners of Di Yunxiao's mouth curled up: "Do you want to run? It's too late!"

With a low snort, Di Yunxiao's fingertips instantly shot out two finger qi.

After the piercing sound of breaking the air, the fat old man who ran away staggered a few steps, and a puddle of blood splashed on the back of his head and vest, and he fell to the ground in an instant, never to get up again. Take a look at the "Eight Desolation Holy Ancestors" for the first time to read for free.