Wei Changfeng dragged his heavy steps towards the cemetery step by step.

The closer he walked, the clearer the nameless call became.

He stopped at a grave, where he was sure the call was coming from.

I don't know how many years have passed on this grave, and the tombstones have been weathered, leaving only a bulging grave overgrown with grass.

Wei Changfeng folded his hands, bowed, and said "offended" without hesitation, and dug up his ancestral grave with his bare hands.

A pit half a man deep was dug up, and a misty glimmer of light broke through the ground at the bottom of the pit!

Wei Changfeng's heart was pounding, there must be a baby down here!

After digging a little deeper, the pit was full of light, and the treasure finally appeared!

This is a three-foot long sword, and its body is glowing with a cold jade color!

He reached out and picked up the jade sword, and as soon as his hand touched the hilt, there was a chill between his fingers, and his entire right arm was covered with a thick layer of ice!

This chill penetrates the bone marrow and freezes the blood!

Not only that, but the temperature between heaven and earth plummeted, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of hoarfrost.

Wei Changfeng shuddered, and hurriedly withdrew his hand, his arm shook, shattering the frost on his arm.

"Good baby!" he exclaimed. It's getting more and more itchy.

Changfeng was thinking about how to accept this ice sword, and the sword suddenly rang out, and the sword was flourishing, and the brilliant sword light engulfed him in an instant. There was a trace of bone-chilling coolness from the forearm, and the sharp sword cut the opening, and drops of blood sprinkled on the sword, mottled and weird.

The sword light suddenly dimmed, and it was all restrained!

Changfeng reached out again and grasped the hilt of his sword.

A crack appeared on the body of the jade sword, and the next moment the crack spread like a spider web to the entire sword, and the next moment, the sword shattered into pieces of jade.

Changfeng was dumbfounded and speechless for a while.

The jade color of the jade piece gradually faded, and it was dull in the blink of an eye, no different from the color of the stone.

Changfeng's arm was still dripping with blood.

After the pile of broken stones touched his blood, it slowly condensed into a ball, slowly condensed into a sword shape, and became a stone sword!

The blade is rough and dull.

Wei Changfeng stretched out his hand again and picked up the stone sword.

A spiritual consciousness rushed straight towards his sea of consciousness!

A figure appeared in the foggy sea of his consciousness, his clothes fluttering like a fairy, but his face was blurry and indistinguishable.

"My name is Wei You, and I am the twentieth patriarch of the Wei clan!"

The figure spoke.

It turned out to be the old ancestor! Wei Changfeng was excited in his heart!

"This sword is the sword I use, forged by the meteorite iron outside the realm, this thing is the most miraculous, at the beginning it was like an ordinary iron stone, but it can absorb the crystal nucleus of spirit beasts, medicinal herbs, spiritual fruits, pure gold and other things to nourish itself, and continue to grow. This sword has been in my hands for nearly a hundred years, and it can be worthy of the realm of high-grade spiritual weapons. I don't want Baoyu to be ashamed, the good sword is dusty, disperse the aura of this sword, and make it return to its true nature. Since you have seen my divine sense, you should be a member of my Wei clan, and this sword will be given to you, so don't let this sword be disgraced!"

After saying this, the figure suddenly dissipated.

Wei Changfeng held the hilt of his sword tightly, and the excitement in his heart was difficult to calm!

Found a treasure!!

He was happy in his heart, and a ghost fire suddenly lit up not far away.

Changfeng's heart trembled, and he raised the stone sword in front of his chest, vigilantly on guard.

The ghostly fire lit up for a while, and slowly approached.

Changfeng swallowed his saliva, and a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Fuck, dare to dig my ancestral grave!"

It turned out to be people!

Changfeng breathed a sigh of relief.

Wait, why is this sound so familiar?

It's grandpa!

Before Changfeng could shout the word "master", Wei Qi stepped into a step and rushed to Wei Changfeng in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, the night was thick, and Wei Qi and Wei Changfeng were face to face, but they couldn't recognize his good grandson!

He hugged Changfeng and tightly wrapped his body, and held the cigarette gun in the other hand, and without saying a word, he was beaten violently. scolded in a dry mouth: "Your mother's rabbit cub dares to dig the ancestral grave of my Wei family!"

"Grandpa, grandpa!" Wei Changfeng shouted in pain.

"Little bastard! Now you know that you have confessed! Why didn't you coax me when you dug my ancestral grave? It's useless to call grandpa now!" Wei Qi was unrelenting, and crackled.

"It's me, it's me!" Wei Changfeng wailed again.

Wei Qi stopped his hand, and Changfeng left a life.

"Damn, you dare to say that you are my grandfather!" Wei Qi was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven, and his subordinates added strength, and the smoking gun fell on Changfeng's body like a rainstorm.

Changfeng finally stopped fighting and passed out.

Wei Qi saw that there was no sound, so he stopped. It was only then that he remembered that he had come here to find his good grandson.

"Where the hell has the wind?" he muttered.

He looked around and looked around, and suddenly remembered something, and looked at the gravedigger who was slipping in his hand.

"It can't be the wind, right?" he had a vague sense of foreboding.

He found a bright place, and by the moonlight, he found that the gravedigger in his hand was his precious grandson Wei Changfeng!

"Long wind, long wind!" he cried out anxiously, his withered fingers reaching for the wings of his nose.

Wei Qi breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly took Changfeng back to the village.

Although Wei Changfeng was unconscious, Zhihai was indeed very awake, and since the time when the chain was broken, a volume of ancient scriptures appeared in his Zhihai.

He carefully looked at the ancient scripture, only to find that it was recorded in a cultivation method, the Nirvana Ancient Sutra.

The ancient scripture of Nirvana was created by the fifth generation patriarch of the Wei clan. Since the first generation of the Wei clan patriarch was sealed by the great mana, the meridians of the descendants have been bound by chains, so their cultivation is difficult, and it is difficult to produce top masters. This patriarch is also extremely talented, and with his own strength, he tore through several shackles and became the strongest in the history of the clan except for the first generation of patriarchs. He compiled the Wei clan's unique cultivation methods and methods of tearing the shackles into a book of Nirvana Ancient Sutras, which were imprinted in the bloodline, and only those who tore the shackles of the forging body realm could cultivate.

Any realm of ordinary monks has three phases: before, middle and back, but the Wei clan has one more shackle realm, and this shackle is both a disaster and an opportunity. Although he made the path of cultivation even more difficult, once he broke through the shackle realm, his strength far surpassed that of people in the same realm.

And if you want to tear the shackles, there are only two ways. The first is to rely on one's own strength and use a large amount of spiritual energy to break the shackles, and the second is to rely on external forces to break the shackles.

Changfeng carefully looked at the past word by word, and knew the entire ancient scripture by heart. Although he passed out in a coma, his meridians involuntarily operated according to the methods recorded in the ancient scriptures, and the thin aura between heaven and earth flowed along his meridians among the five internal organs, six limbs, and hundreds of remains.

Changfeng was in a coma for three whole days, and his body also practiced according to the ancient scriptures for three days, and when he woke up, the sense of strength in his body made him feel as if he had been reborn.

He shook his head, and the scene in front of him almost made him faint again!