Seeing the door, Cheng Jun was stunned at first, then smiled in a blink of an eye, and walked forward generously.

The gate was surrounded by golden light, and as soon as Cheng Jun stepped in, the golden light immediately surrounded him, wrapping him like a golden man.

Entering the golden light, Cheng Jun felt a thrill in his heart, like a whole body immersed in the piercing ice water for three or nine days, as if a chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

This feeling is different from the sword qi that was on his back just now, but Cheng Jun is no stranger to it - he immediately remembered that when he first opened the family heirloom golden hairpin and encountered the sword intent of the sword ancestor, he also felt this chill, but at that time it was only for a moment, and it was not as deep into the bone marrow as it is now. But in any case, this is mostly a method of testing the Sword Ancestor - testing whether I can accept the Sword Ancestor's sword intent.

Perhaps, even if it was not tested at all, or it was just like a snack before the main meal, it was just a small screening, and now this piercing golden light is the beginning of the real inheritance.

The chill came too fast, too cold, and Cheng Jun felt that he was completely frozen in an instant. He floated quietly in the air, obviously protecting his body with golden light, like a god and Buddha, but he had become an ice cube that couldn't even move a finger.

Cheng Jun was speechless, the feeling of being imprisoned by the cold was not refreshing, but for him, it was nothing, he could feel the golden light flowing into every bit of his bone and blood, slowly touching and winding his meridians and bone marrow.

It doesn't seem like a bad thing.

Cheng Jun could judge that the golden light did not destroy anything while tempting, but instead used a special power to strengthen his body, which is the standard way to inherit power, and Cheng Jun has accepted it before, but it is different in details, and Cheng Jun can't judge which one this belongs to from experience.

Just when Cheng Jun couldn't move, the surrounding golden light began to change, originally between heaven and earth, there was nothing but golden light, at this time, the golden light dispersed, and the surrounding area seemed to slowly open the curtain, and a world suddenly appeared.

There is an infinite blue sky above, and a thousand miles of red land below.

Killings abounded.

Bloody.

This is the battlefield!

Cheng Jun's gaze froze, and his illusory body was floating in front of a hillside. In the distance was the empty horizon, and he saw hundreds of neatly dressed Taoist priests passing by him, and the various colors of light in his hands rose into the air, and the overwhelming light smashed towards the opposite side.

Magic weapons, at least hundreds!

In other words, the team that swept Cheng Jun just now was a group of real people.

Cheng Jun's eyes were fixed, there were many monks in the world, but he was finding out so many neatly dressed real people, or monks and Taoist priests, there was only one place, Shangqing Palace.

This is the battlefield of Shangqing Palace, Cheng Jun thought about it, and he had already guessed a few points.

Landslides and ground fissures –

This world is a silent world, but Cheng Jun can still simulate the sound of these magic weapons in his mind. It must have been stronger than the thunder of the sky, and they slammed into the opposite peak.

A curtain of light rose from the peak, and the colorful light hit the light film, causing a certain amount of shaking, and it had a tendency to break. But then, more than a dozen rays of light rose from the opposite mountain, and more than a dozen monks appeared on the opposite side of the real group.

Cheng Jun couldn't judge what kind of cultivation these people were from the breath, but their cultivation should not be underestimated, and from their eguanbo belt and ancient dress, Cheng Jun vaguely guessed their identity - Kunlun, an immortal cultivator of the Kunlun Dao system.

The immortal cultivators of the Kunlun Dao Sect, although they are one-tenth of this group of real people, they are not embarrassed at all. Ten people stood in a row, waving their sleeves at the same time, and ten rays of light flew out together, but instead of shooting out magic weapons, they were reinforced on the light film together. The light film shook slightly, and it shook silently, and ten rays of light rose from the light film together, turning into ten golden dragons, and biting towards the Taoist priest opposite.

The golden dragon is majestic, and the ten dragons are hovering endlessly, circling around with hundreds of magic weapons, and there is still enough strength to trap hundreds of monks, forcing them to have a steady stream of magical powers. But the war is still deadlocked.

Coiling Dragon Array. Kunlun Array Repair.

This is indeed a battlefield where the two great avenues collide.

With a move in his mind and a change of perspective, Cheng Jun suddenly rose dozens of feet and looked at the battlefield from top to bottom. Look away from the battlefield and look elsewhere.

In this heaven and earth, Cheng Jun's perspective is like heaven and earth, and with a slight turn of thought, he can see other places.

In the distance, there are more than ten mounts under the crotch, holding long knives and halberds, and monks who are very similar to Fu Zhiyu are fighting with Taoist priests holding magic weapons. The mount roared silently, in a sinister manner.

Kunlun battle cultivation, against the Lingshan Taoist.

In one place, there are masters playing the piano and playing the sound, and hundreds of Taoist priests are fighting with the technique of sound waves.

Kunlun Yin Xiu, against the Lingshan Taoist.

Further back, there is Kunlun physical cultivation, fighting against Lingshan Taoist. Kunlun Sanren, against the Lingshan Taoist priest...... And also...... And also......

Kunlun has several Taoist systems, each cultivating different ways, various means, ten thousand skills, although the number of monks is small, but the cultivation is high. The Taoist priests who fought against each other were just ordinary real people, and there were even Zhuji Yuan Masters mixed in, with a single means, most of them only had one or two magic weapons, and even the magic powers were pitiful.

But there is one verse, the Taoist priest is united.

They ordered and forbidden, like ordinary armies, when they struck, they shot together, and when they moved, they moved together, although they never gained an advantage, and even often suffered losses, but their roots were not chaotic at all.

In this way, on the battlefield of the entire heaven and earth, blood and red meet, swords and swords, and the sky is burned!

Cheng Jun looked at the situation below coldly, although the momentum of this battle is not weak, but for him, who is used to seeing big scenes, it is just two words of excitement. Although the fight was fierce, it was not very grand, let alone exciting. In the Great War five thousand years ago, the strength of the Lingshan Dao System, all the elites, should be here, but the strength of the Kunlun Dao System cannot be said to be the tip of the iceberg.

So it seems......

As soon as Cheng Jun raised his head, his mind moved, and he suddenly rose upward.

At the very top of the sky, there is another battlefield.

Several majestic monks formed a confrontation situation at the top of the battlefield.

On one side, there are four or five monks standing, both men and women, monks and laymen, judging from their demeanor and dress, they are the representatives of the Kunlun Taoist system. Everyone is full of vitality and aura, and they are obviously highly cultivated, and they are momentary figures.

And their opponent is only one person.

The man had his back to Cheng Jun, dressed as a Taoist priest, with a majestic figure, and his hands upside down, looking leisurely. Beside him, there was a stone tablet quietly suspended, which was only three feet tall, and it looked no different from an ordinary stone tablet.

Cheng Jun was originally floating in the air, and there were no dead ends, but for this person, he could only see the back of a great shore, and it was far away, vague, as if it was just a huge shadow, branded in his heart.

This should be the limit of the Sword Ancestor.

Cheng Jun smiled slightly, if he didn't let him look at it, he wouldn't look at it. The appearance of that person, how his eyebrows and nose look, he can think clearly with his eyes closed - the floating stone tablet is clearly the Zhenshan Tablet that finally became the ancestor of thousands of runes, and that person is the ancestor of the Shangqing Palace, the Taoist ancestor of the Lingshan Dao system - Boye Daoist!

It seems that the two sides are about to make a move, can we see this person again after many years?

However, in fact, Cheng Jun was disappointed. The confrontation between the two sides was not as tense as he imagined, although Cheng Jun couldn't see Bo Ye's face, but the expressions of the five major repairs on the other side could also be seen clearly, seeing that although each of them was not kind, they had no intention of fighting, just facing Bo Ye and were communicating.

Cheng Jun watched from the side, and could see several people with indifferent expressions, their lips moving slightly, and on the surface, it seemed that it was just a few strangers talking about something.

But...... If Cheng Jun thinks well, an extremely important decision seems to be about to take shape in this silent exchange.

As for the below, the layers of swords, mountains and fires are not in the eyes of the few people above, no matter how much killing and blood surnames there are, they are just adding a little insignificant talking point to the conversation of a few people.

This is the difference between the superior and the ant.

Cheng Jun looked at a few people who were high up, and his expression was also extremely indifferent - whether it was an ant killing in the ground, or a superior person who looked up to all beings in the sky, he had done it all, and he could also guess about everyone's state of mind. He didn't have to comment on it, and he didn't want to listen to what they were saying—the kind of conversation was cleanest when it wasn't heard.

Silent communication, at some point, terminated.

The world fell silent.

Although there is still war below, when the people above are quiet, the whole world is quiet.

Bo Ye slowly stretched out his hand, and with a little fingertips, a light condensed.

The light lay across his body, but the length of his arm, and faintly looked like a piece of iron rod and a sword blank.

At the same time as he stretched out his hand, several monks on the opposite side retreated at the same time, and then each stretched out their hands, and one after another rays of light flew up together, wrapping around the sword blank, and the light saber quickly took shape as if it had been tempered by a thousand hammers.

A blade of sword floated in the air.

Cheng Jun's eyes froze - although it has been formed, this still can't be called a sword, he only has a three-foot green peak, no hilt, no sword jaw, and no scabbard.

At this moment, Bo Ye opened his mouth to speak, Cheng Jun didn't hear his voice, but his divine sense had already received his message - "I have an ancient remnant sword, the blade of the sword is broken early, only the sword body is immortal, and it can carry this thing." ”

A monk on the opposite side chuckled, which also directly shocked Cheng Jun's divine sense, and said slowly: "That's a coincidence, I have a scabbard, and it is best to hide the edge." ”

The two of them swung an object at the same time, flying towards the already formed blade.

The three rays of light met in the air for a short time, and the golden wind rose in the air.

The flying wind blew the overhauled clothes, but it couldn't blow a single hair of Cheng Jun, and it was the light that he could see. The light was too dazzling, and Cheng Jun looked down on the subtlety, but the final result was about to appear.

The wind stops.

An ancient long sword floated in the air, the sword was four feet long, and the blade was hidden deep in the narrow and dark scabbard, and it was impossible to see its original face at all.

The sword has been formed, everyone's eyes meet, and Bo Ye said slowly: "Open the world." This sword, I'll come. ”

(To be continued)