Shaking his head, throwing away those rambling thoughts, Murong Jiu looked around the entire mountain top - covered with ice and snow all year round, the peak of a hundred zhang square peaks, a huge tomb buried under the ice and snow, and the imprint on the stone tablet clearly wrote: "The tomb of the fallen scholar in Jiuhua Mountain." ”

Three thousand years ago, a down-and-out scholar performed an ancient forbidden technique here, and after the end of his life, his body was buried here? Murong Jiu stared at the stone tablet fixedly, and in his heart, a tumbling cloud and mist swirled, and a down-and-out scholar's figure gradually emerged.

"Kindness, grudges, three thousand years of changes, the past has finally become a cloud, now that you are gone, I am here......" Murong Jiu whispered softly, comforting the powerful soul of hell that would not be destroyed.

A cedar tree is tall and straight, its crown, branches, and trunk are completely covered with thick ice and snow; it looks like a towering ancient pine that has been fed by the mountains, and its vitality is not withered, showing the tenacity of life under its strange appearance -- it is unyielding in the wind and frost, and the top of the mountain reaches into the sky.

Between the two huge pebbles that did not show their shape, a tomb was left, from which waves of fairy qi overflowed. It can be seen that when burying his lover at the beginning, the down-and-out scholar connected the tomb to the spiritual veins at the bottom of Jiuhua Mountain-there are earthly veins to nourish the body, so that the tomb can naturally protect the body of the body from immortality.

After cleaning up the remnants of snow in the tomb, Murong Jiu put Leng Yue's body into it, and a handful of ice and snow covered the lover who had been sleeping here for a long time, his feet, legs, body, hands, and arms...... Cheeks, eyebrows, desolation, grief, the scene of buried bones 3,000 years ago is repeated again. The wind howls above the mountaintops, and snow falls on the cedar trees with gently swaying canopies.

The wind blows and the snow flies...... The sad picture, the sound of heaven and earth is like crying.

Shout...... A golden light shot from the sky at a rapid pace, dragging a hundred zhang long tail flame, breaking through the sky like a dragon, carrying the unstoppable power of heaven and earth, a wave of heaven and earth qi firmly locked the top of Jiuhua Mountain.

Murong Jiu's face changed drastically, and in this shroud of the aura of heaven and earth, he felt a vast and majestic majesty of heaven and earth. An indestructible sharp energy. It made him tremble in the bottom of his heart.

Such a powerful power, such a sharp energy!

The conditioned reflex was average, and Murong Jiu made a comparison in his heart, this golden light was not inferior to the magic pen of the spirit realm magic pen Ma Liang. It will not be inferior to the Yuan Tu Blood Sword of the Spiritual Sect Ancestor Asura. What exactly is it. Is there such a power that reaches the heavens and the earth?

Murong Jiu raised his head and looked into the distance. His extremely flickering eyes of gods and demons radiated a series of inquiring gods and demons, and he captured the shape of the mysterious thing that came through the clouds at high speed - it was a palm-sized golden sword token.

I felt something different suddenly. As soon as his mind moved, the inner world was instantly opened, and in his sight, two streams of light flew out of his body. Concentrating on the breath of the golden sword token, the eyes of the earth armor god man flashed with the Xuanhuang divine light.

As the Golden Sword Token carried the great heavenly power closer and closer to the top of Jiuhua Mountain, the tomb of the down-and-out scholar on the top of the mountain suddenly surged out waves of fierce battle qi.

Murong Jiu was inexplicably shocked, such a powerful down-and-out scholar, even after three thousand years of death, his physical tomb still did not disperse that undefeated will!

The spirit of the down-and-out scholar is now in the Netherworld Hell, but his body that has already been sanctified and become a god, the accumulated arrogance will not collapse, and he will be stimulated by the golden sword token, and his dead body will also release a soaring battle spirit, which is arrogant and arrogant, and cannot be violated or provoked!

The down-and-out scholar on Jiuhua Mountain, a generation of mysterious peerless heroes, this is the strength of the ancient cultivators, the body is dead, but the will is not extinguished!

Murong Jiu stared at the grave that kept pouring out the aura of battle in surprise, he was not without worries, if the golden sword token really landed on the top of Jiuhua Mountain, would the dead body of the fallen scholar be born out of the grave?

A long roar rang out, and the earth-armored god man rose into the air, and he waved his palm to send out a powerful Xuanhuang divine power, ingesting the golden sword token into his hand and disappearing into his body...... A brilliant golden light swirled around his body, and the golden sword token finally hibernated in the center of his eyebrows, and a golden sword mark appeared in the middle of his forehead.

"Gai Shandong, have you woken up?"

Murong Jiu had learned a long time ago that Gai Dongshan had not completely disappeared, and the increasing agility of the Tujia Divine Man made him understand that perhaps Gaishan Mountain, who was not physically present, was fusing with the Tujia Divine Man. Now that the Tujia Divine Man has completely independent thinking and has become a truly independent lifeform, how can Murong Jiu not be happy?

The earth armor god man took off to receive the golden sword token, that is, to avoid the flesh of the down-and-out scholar. Since falling from the sky, after glancing at the grave of the down-and-out scholar, the Tujia Shenren turned his gaze to Murong Jiu, and sighed lightly: "The physical body has passed away, and the empty soul has not been dispersed, and now Gaishan Mountain is the Tujia Shenren, and the Tujia Shenren is Gaishan Mountain." ”

Murong Jiu glanced at the girl Lingxi with a soul body, she was also a bodyless body, and she was also a broken soul, alas, a pair of difficult masters and servants.

"It doesn't matter if you are still alive, in this cultivation world, miracles will happen at any time. Murong Jiu patted the Tujia Shenren on the shoulder, and a confident look appeared on his face, giving Gai Shandong a firm encouragement.

"Is it a miracle?" The earth and stone cheeks of the earth armor god man did not show any human expression, he slowly shook his head and said: "Don't talk about me, time is pressing, let's talk about you, Murong Jiu, I have known your growth for many years, and it is difficult for you." There has already been turmoil in the cultivation world, and I will be calm when I encounter affairs in the future......"

Gai Shandong's earnest words made Murong Jiu feel the righteousness of his brother, and suddenly he had an urge to cry - charging into the spirit world, fighting for life and death...... There are too many ruthlessness and killings, Murong Jiu has endured too much, no sect, no organization, no power, the hardships of growing up alone, and now he has become a god and demon of heaven and earth, in fact, he is still just a young man.

"What kind of turmoil, could it be that golden sword token?" Murong Jiu didn't show his weakness, he suppressed the emotion of brotherhood, and asked in a deep voice.

The Tujia Divine Man stared at Murong Jiu, with Gai Shandong's cultivation and experience, how could he not see through the subtle changes in Murong Jiu's emotions? However, he didn't say anything, if he wanted to grow into a strong man who stood up to the heavens and the earth, how could he not have the hardships and hardships of every step? The eldest husband was arrogant and his heart was higher than the sky, how could he make a sympathetic gesture for his daughter's family?

Free and easy, bold, called a big husband.

"In the East China Sea of the ancient country of China, there is a lonely island, where a peerless demon was suppressed in ancient times, but as the years passed, the power of suppression became weaker and weaker. And the ancient cultivators in the Huaxia world, in order to prevent the birth of the evil demon, used the seven ancient cities to refine seven immortal god ancient treasures, and the seven ancient city hearts, their survival mission was to suppress the peerless fierce demon. This golden sword token is the summoning order of the heart of the ancient city, and as soon as the token comes out, the heart of the ancient city will not dare to disobey. Gai Dong said.

A peerless demon in ancient times?

Murong Jiu's spirit swayed, a fierce demon older than the Ten Ancient Demons, that was the era of the Ancient Heavenly Demons?

Murong Jiu didn't know, maybe it was just as predicted by the strong man in the Spirit Sect - the chaos of heaven and earth could not be resisted by human beings!

"Who controls the Golden Sword Token?" Murong Jiu said.

"Pangu authentic, Xuanyuan Wang. Gai Shandong replied without concealment.

Xuanyuan Wang's Clan?

Although there was a guess in his heart, Murong Jiu still couldn't help but be surprised, the Xuanyuan Wang clan on weekdays was not obvious, although he controlled the entire Huaxia world, but he did not reveal some strong people at the Tongtian level. Now that a golden sword token has been born, the hearts of the seven ancient cities have been strongly recruited, and no one has disobeyed them! In this way, the Xuanyuan Wang Clan is indeed very terrifying, and it should definitely not be weaker than the Ten Demons of the Ancient Spirit Sect.

"Murong Jiu, walking in the cultivation world, you can be proud, but you must not be conceited. There is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger in the cultivation world, and there are mountains outside the mountain, even the down-and-out scholar on Jiuhua Mountain in front of me, and I don't know his true origin. The earth-armored god man turned his head to look at the grave of the down-and-out scholar and said.

Unable to perceive the provocateur's might, the grave of the down-and-out scholar no longer spewed the breath of battle, and the aura of war in the air slowly dissipated, and the huge tomb returned to a quiet state, as if nothing had changed.

Such a mysterious down-and-out scholar, even the ancient cultivator Gai Shandong didn't know his origin, Murong Jiu stared at that tomb fixedly, and the more he knew, the more he felt the mystery of the down-and-out scholar.

"Murong Jiu, there is no banquet that will not be dispersed, you take care, I will go. Gai Shandong let out a clear roar like an eagle in the sky, and he stretched his body and quickly walked away through the clouds with his spirit.

Gai Shandong, who had lost three points of his soul and was integrated with the Earth Armor Gods, left, but Murong Jiu was still staring blankly at the void, the secret that Gai Shandong said was too shocking, even if Murong Jiu broke through to the Heaven and Earth Gods and Demons, he still felt frightened.

Ancient fierce demons, Xuanyuan Wang's clan, and down-and-out scholars, in the vast and endless years of cultivation world, many hidden secrets have been buried. As his own strength grew, Murong Jiu was also slowly learning about those hidden secrets that were difficult to know.

There are shocks and surprises, but in the final analysis, their own strength is not enough; whether it is known surprise or unknown mystery, all Murong Jiu can do at present is to strive to improve his strength before the chaos of heaven and earth comes—his combat power is strong, and he is ridiculously proud of the world. (To be continued......)