Chapter Seventy-Five: Out of the Abyss of the Falling Sun

Beneath the abyss of the sunfall.

Zangtian once again ended his cultivation, and the divine soul and small sword in the sea of knowledge were much more condensed.

The old man was chattering on the side, very envious.

It's been a month.

Zangtian and Xiyue were already very familiar with the old man, and knew that the old man's name was Sword Nine Song from the Holy Realm, that is, the world opposite the Falling Sun Abyss.

In the Holy Domain, the Abyss of the Falling Sun is called the Sword Abyss, and the Sword Sect's sect, the Sword Sect, is built on the edge of the Sword Abyss, listening to the Sword Elder boasting that the Sword Sect seems to be very powerful, and his status in the Sword Sect is very high.

Zangtian scoffed at this: "The strong will be trapped in the sword abyss for more than a hundred years, and the body is tattered, the spiritual power is completely lost, and the meridians are damaged." ”

"You really don't have a backache when you stand and talk, you come to resist this sharp sword qi and sword intent every day?" said the sword elder with his beard and glaring unconvinced.

"I'm here every day, and it's fine. Zangtian said.

"That's not because you can absorb sword energy. Jian Lao asked curiously, "By the way, how did you do it?" or your white spirit weapon?"

Zangtian thought that it was really related to the white jade tortoise shell, and heard Jian Lao say that they were not killed at that time because they were sitting on a white cloud floating down, and the white cloud was almost the white jade tortoise shell.

"I don't know. "Zangtian doesn't know if it's related to the white jade tortoise shell, and even he hasn't studied the white jade tortoise shell thoroughly.

"Hmph, stingy. Jian Lao said.

After staying for a month, the speed of absorbing the Heaven Breaking Sword Qi became slower and slower, and Zangtian knew that his cultivation was about to reach its peak, after all, Jian Yuan's sword qi seemed endless, and he couldn't absorb it all.

After cultivating for a month, it's time to go out and find a way to leave, after all, he can't stay here forever, and there is still a Tibetan Netherworld that needs him to rescue.

Jian Yuan has only two directions, either left or right.

Jian Lao has accumulated a large amount of sword qi in his body, relying on cultivation for balance, he can't move, and Zangtian can't leave him alone, after all, the three of them have become acquaintances after a month of contact, and Jian Lao has taught him a lot of sword knowledge.

Helpless, Zangtian could only carry him.

Chose the left side at random, Zangtian carried the sword on his back and went on the road, Xiyue followed quietly beside her, she was like this, sometimes she looked at him quietly, and she didn't even bother to speak.

Stop and go, meditate and practice to absorb sword qi when you are tired, and learn the knowledge of kendo with Jian Lao when you have nothing to do.

There are a total of seven styles of the Heaven Breaking Sword Technique, but for some reason, after a month of cultivation, Zangtian only learned the first six styles, and as for the seventh style, he couldn't learn it anyway, so he didn't have any ideas at all.

"I said, Little Tianzi, you really don't plan to be my apprentice?" Explaining Zangtian's confusion again, the sword elder asked eagerly.

"Don't. Zangtian decisively vetoed it.

"Oh, that's a shame. Jian Lao said with a sigh.

"I can't be your apprentice, but I thought of someone to be your apprentice, and it's very suitable. Zangtian remembered Ming Fuping, who was also very talented in swordsmanship.

"Oh, and the talent is the same as yours?" the sword elder became interested.

"My junior brother specializes in sword cultivation. Zangtian said.

"Okay, then go out and take me to meet you. "Jian Lao is a little impatient, he has never confiscated apprentices before, it is troublesome, but he has been trapped for a hundred years, his only wish is that someone can pass on his sword path, so it is blind to die.

"There's a chance. Zangtian said.

............

The three of them walked for a year before they reached the end of the abyss, and there was a layer of golden light curtain at the end, full of sword qi, and Zangtian threw a stone over, and the stone was instantly cut into powder by the sword qi.

"It's so powerful, I really don't know who the power of a sword is to cut out the sword abyss. The sword elder sighed, the sword abyss was covered with sword qi, and the two incisions were smooth, which was undoubtedly split by someone with a sword.

"Li Tianqi. Thinking of that name, Zangtian blurted out.

"Oh, good name. Jian Lao asked, "How do you know?"

"Sword Qi told me. Zangtian said, in a year, he and the little sword in the sea of knowledge have become closer and closer, and there is a familiar feeling, from the bloodline.

"What else did you tell you?" Sword Elder looked at Zangtian curiously.

"Told us we could go out. Zangtian glanced at him, the cultivator should have no distractions, and he didn't know why he was so curious.

Then Zangtian walked to the front of the light curtain, stretched out his hand, and the divine sense communicated the small sword, and there was sword intent in his palm, and Zangtian pressed his palm on the light curtain.

Feeling the sword intent of the same origin in Zangtian's hand, the golden light curtain spread out in all directions, and a small hole one person high appeared.

Zangtian withdrew his hand, carried the sword Jiuge on his back, and led the setting moon over the small hole.

Appeared on the edge of a mountain.

"Well, it's so fresh air. After coming out, the sword boss gasped loudly, and said loudly, he was really suffocated.

Zangtian looked around, and the red mountains looked very familiar.

"Chiyun Mountains. The word popped into Zangtian's mind, the Sunfall Abyss and the Chiyun Mountain Range were connected, and there was no problem appearing here.

"I'm back at last, my sanctuary. Sword Elder shouted loudly.

"Is this the Sanctuary?" asked Zangten, thinking it was an abandoned land.

"yes. Jian Lao said with certainty, he has traveled all over the world to come here.

"And where is it?" asked Zangtian.

"Chixia Mountains. Jian Lao said.

"Is that so?" Zangtian had a guess in his heart, the Chixia Mountain Range was the Red Cloud Mountain Range, and like the Sunfall Abyss, it separated the Forsaken Land from the Holy Land.

Just, why?

Xiyue frowned, the aura of the Sanctuary was familiar to her, and there were often visions flashing in her mind recently, and the sealed divine soul had signs of awakening.

"Where are we going?" Zangtian asked, the Chixia Mountains were unfamiliar and did not dare to move, but he knew how terrifying the Chiyun Mountains were.

"To the south. Jian Lao said.

The Sword Sect is in the south, Zangtian and Xiyue have no goals, and the Sword Elder is inconvenient, so the two decided to send him back to the Sword Sect, and the good people will do it to the end.

All the way to the south, two months later, I walked out of the Chixia Mountains and met the first city.

The city is very magnificent, more than three times larger than Haixi City, and the gap between the Forsaken Land and the Sanctuary can also be seen from it.

Haixi City is already considered a great city in the Forsaken Land, and it is three times as many times as many as the Holy Land to encounter a random city.

"It's still big, it's just a small border town. Jian Lao said disdainfully.

On the top of the city, the dragon and the phoenix dance are carved with three big characters: Luoqiu City.

The handwriting is majestic, exuding a strong coercion, and when you perceive the hidden sky, you know that it is written by a strong person in the heaven-sensing realm.

Is it so common for a powerhouse in the Heavenly Realm to be in the Holy Realm?

As soon as you enter the city, there are rows of maple trees planted on both sides of the street, the maple trees are dyed with a layer of autumn, the leaves are red, the wind blows, the maple leaves fall in a row, and the ground is covered with a thick layer, full of sadness.