On the top of the mountain, hearing the words of the mountain king, this suddenly appeared figure laughed, and did not deny that it was the stupidest thing to lie to this ancient god who had lived for countless years.

"However, you should also know that this is your only chance, otherwise you will be trapped here forever."

The figure spoke softly.

"Even if that person is gone, the legacy he left behind back then can still suppress the four poles, especially that woman, I think, she should have seen everything here now......"

As if he knew who he was talking about, Shanjun said in a low voice, "How are you going to help me?" ”

"Later, you will naturally know ......"

The figure said slowly, the words fell, and his figure slowly dissipated.

In the void, the mountain monarch appeared indifferently, with a touch of emotion, "I really didn't expect that the king of Shenzhou back then would betray that guy......"

……

In another place, it was a huge mountain range, undulating, and in the depths of the mountain range, there was a faint sound of "clanging", as if the sound of iron tools falling on stones.

A strong man walked out of the cave with a basket of stones on his shoulder, supervised by a man in black, who watched him pour the ore in front of him.

"It's time to eat!"

Not far away, a deep voice came, and when he heard this voice, a flash of brilliance flashed in the man's eyes, and he strode towards that side.

The meals were hearty, with a variety of fatty meats and hot steamed buns.

The man served one in a large bowl, squatted aside and began to eat.

Near him, there were many similar people, naked and sweaty.

It's a mine, and they're the miners.

While eating, the man looked outside, and a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes, but this hatred quickly disappeared, he knew very well what kind of place this was, these guys were murderous things without blinking, and if he showed a little dissatisfaction, he would be brutally killed.

He could only be obedient and honestly do what they were told.

During this time, he had vaguely understood the origin of this group of guys, and it seemed that they were called the Origin Demon Sect.

And the mines they dig seem to be important to this force.

In his concept, the Demon Sect is the Demon Outer Dao.

He was a little melancholy, he was caught by this group of people, and he didn't know what to do with his family, how his wife and children should live......

At this time, outside the mine, there was a figure lying on a cliff, looking at the scene inside the mine, a flash of horror flashed in his eyes.

He didn't dare to make a noise, quietly retreated, and disappeared in place.

In the depths of the mine, a figure suddenly opened his eyes, his breath was like an endless abyss, and a black sun faintly appeared in his eyes.

"It's still been discovered......

The voice spoke in a low voice, and the next moment, a voice came out, and soon, inside the mine, more than a dozen black-clothed people rushed outside.

The speed is very fast, however, there is no martial artist above the fourth grade.

In the mine, seeing this scene, many people had their eyes flashing and did not know what was happening.

Instead, they hoped that something would happen, so that they would have the hope of escaping.

……

At this time, in a manor in the county town, the head of the Zhou family looked at the head of the Wang family on the opposite side and directly threw the Qinghong sword in his hand to the other party.

On the other side, the head of the Wang family took the sword, the long sword buzzed, as if he wanted to break free of his palm, the head of the Wang family couldn't help but praise, "It is worthy of being a psychic divine soldier, and there may not be no chance to be promoted to a peerless divine soldier in the future." ”

As he spoke, he took out a stack of silver tickets from his body, handed them to Zhou Yunlong, and smiled faintly, "A total of 10,000 taels, you can take a look." ”

Zhou Yunlong took it indifferently, and put it away without looking at it, everyone is the four major families of Sanyang County, and this credit is still there.

"This sword was followed by a sixth-grade powerhouse before, ordinary people can't be tamed, if you want to give it to the younger generations of the Wang family, I advise you not to do that."

Zhou Yunlong opened his mouth flatly.

Psychic Divine Soldier, with spirituality, can choose his own master, if the new master is too mediocre, the Excalibur will not accept, even if it is barely controlled, in the end, it will also eat itself.

The head of the Wang family smiled faintly, how could he not understand this truth.

After the transaction was completed, the head of the Wang family left the manor and returned to the family.

In a room, the head of the Wang family looked at a middle-aged man in a blue power suit who was sitting there quietly drinking tea, stepped forward with a smile, and handed the Qinghong Sword in his hand to the other party.

"Old eight, this is what you want."

The man in the blue suit took the sword, and the Qinghong sword fell into the man's hand, and suddenly let out a buzzing sound, which seemed to be extremely cheerful.

"Looks like this sword is the best fit for you."

Seeing this scene, the head of the Wang family smiled and spoke.

"It's not suitable for me, it's because what I practiced was the sword technique of the six-rank powerhouse back then, the Ten Directions Sword Sutra!"

The man in the blue suit spoke softly, "With this sword, this sword technique of mine can finally break through the last layer." ”

"Old eight, come back this time, don't go, now that the situation in Sanyang County is changing, our Wang family needs you, a big master, to be in charge."

The head of the Wang family spoke in a deep voice.

The man in front of him is the eighth child of the Wang family, but he is a martial arts idiot, only interested in martial arts, has been wandering outside, and has never participated in anything in the Wang family, so there is almost no sense of existence in the Wang family, and few people know about it.

However, the head of the Wang family knew what level he had reached as the eighth brother, and he was only one step away from the sixth grade!

Once they break through, their Wang family will have a six-rank powerhouse in charge!

At that time, the four major families, their Wang family was the first!

The county guards didn't dare to do anything to their Wang family, and the deterrent power of a six-rank martial artist was beyond imagination!

Therefore, he will spend a huge price to exchange this magic weapon from the Zhou family.

This sword almost hollowed out one-third of the Wang family's cash.

Seeing the expectant expression on the face of the head of the Wang family, Wang Jianlan's eyes were calm, "What I want is not these, for me, the six products are not the end, what I want is to break through that layer of moat and step into the legendary land fairy realm!" ”

"I know, don't worry, you are in the Wang family, we will definitely do all our resources to help you, you don't need to do anything."

The head of the Wang family spoke.

"Big brother, you are wrong, if I choose to stay in the Wang family, I may not be able to break through the sixth grade in this life, let alone the seventh grade of the land immortal."

A touch of firmness flashed in Wang Jianlan's eyes, vaguely with an unparalleled edge.

"I won't forget the cultivation of the family for me, when I break through the sixth grade, I will return to the family for three years, and after three years, I will leave Sanyang County to seek that path to mortality!"

Hearing this, the head of the Wang family frowned, "Eighth brother, how do you plan to break through the sixth grade?" ”

"It's very simple, I ask to challenge the head of the Qingyang Sect, Qingyangzi!"

Wang Jianlan opened his mouth word by word.

"What, you're crazy, you're just the pinnacle of the fifth grade, Qingyangzi is the top powerhouse on the top of the list, and there is more than one of the six grades who died in his hands, you go to challenge him, don't you want to live!"

The head of the Wang family had a numb scalp and looked at each other in shock.

Qingyangzi, no one in Sanyang County knows, no one knows, looking at the whole Qingzhou, there are a number of masters.

It may be understandable to say that a six-rank challenge, but what is the difference between a five-rank and a top master on the ground list to challenge it.

Of course, Shenzhou is vast, it is not that there are no demons, and it is not difficult to fight beyond the level, just like those top demons who once appeared, the fifth-grade level is to kill the sixth-grade powerhouses and pull the warriors above the ground list off the horse.

However, although Wang Jianlan is a genius, he is definitely not that kind of demon!

Hearing his eldest brother's voice, Wang Jianlan raised his head, glanced at him, and said softly, "My path, nine deaths without regrets, this is my sword path, there is a great terror between life and death, and similarly, there is also a great opportunity!" ”

"Big brother, I'm not a genius, I haven't relied on any talent along the way, once, I have faced life and death crises dozens of times, but I still came over, and most of my opponents have become dry bones."

"Now, I'm only one step away, and a sword heart can be cultivated......"

Hearing his eighth brother's words, the head of the Wang family smiled bitterly, he didn't know how to persuade him, he also knew that his eighth brother's temper was like his sword, and no one could dissuade him from deciding things.

Otherwise, this person would not have run away from home at the age of sixteen and wandered the rivers and lakes alone, disappearing for several years at a time, and the longest time was even as long as eight years!

If it weren't for each other's soul lights, they both suspected that the other party would have died a long time ago.

"Then when are you going to the Qingyang Sect to challenge?"

The head of the Wang family asked.

"Wait, I need a little time to communicate with Excalibur."

Wang Jianlan opened his mouth and said.

……

The night was dark, and in the Zhou family, a patriarch was in the courtyard.

This clan elder is nearly seventy years old, and when he is old, his spirit is easily tired, and he goes to bed early.

At this time, in the room where he was sleeping, the air seemed to be distorted, and Luo Xiangxiang's figure appeared here, looking at the clan elder, a sigh flashed in his eyes, "I still need a little time, if I don't do anything to your Zhou family, the night watchman can't explain it, so I can only sacrifice you." ”

The words fell, and behind her, an illusory figure appeared, it was a strangled soul.

At this time, this illusory figure walked forward, and the next moment, a rope seemed to appear around the neck of this clan elder, which was instantly tightened, his eyes widened all of a sudden, his face was flushed, and his hands were constantly struggling, almost out of breath.

Unfortunately, no matter how much he struggled, it didn't help.

If you were young, you could still break free with your strong qi and blood, but now, you are old and frail, and you are not as good as a second-grade martial artist.

After about a cup of tea, the patriarch stopped struggling, lost his breath, and became a corpse.

Seeing this scene, Luo Xiangxiang turned around indifferently and left.

The next day, in Zhou's house, there was a roar.