Looking at the high priest's old palm, constantly stroking this heavy black ruler, Yang Ming's eyes couldn't help but flash a look of surprise. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

From the high priest's silent expression, Yang Ming could tell that the latter seemed to be stuck in memories.

During this period, there were many emotions of pride, anger, and uneasiness on the high priest's face, even Yang Ming felt incredible when he saw it.

Yang Ming didn't understand in his heart, it was just a special ruler, and he didn't know why it would make this powerful high priest have such complicated emotions.

After pondering for a long time, the high priest did not deceive at all, and told everything he had seen in the ancient books.

When the high priest expounded on the young Li Jiuzhong, his tone was full of envy and awe.

When he was a child, he got a sword qi from outside the world to recognize the master, although he has experienced a lot of ups and downs in his life, but the latter's achievements are far beyond the expectations of the Heavenly Gate, no one thought that at the beginning, an inconspicuous young man, just after the mention of the Lord of the Heavenly Gate, in the end he was able to compete with the behemoth of the Demon Emperor.

If the current Tianmen Sect Master came to life, I am afraid that he would faint directly with excitement, because Li Jiuzhong's achievements were too dazzling.

Even the behemoth at that time was considered the Gate of Heaven, but it was obscured by Li Jiuzhong's shining light.

Even now, in the Kyushu Chronicles, countless people can remember the legendary figure of the Nine Sword Saints, but how many people can remember the Heavenly Gate!

Listening to the high priest's explanation, Yang Ming couldn't help but be filled with a deep curiosity about the magical childhood of this Ninefold Sword Saint.

Especially for the sword qi hidden in the black giant ruler, Yang Ming's heart was full of heat, this was a sword qi flying from the sky, even after ten thousand years, it was not destroyed, this alone was enough to show the strength of this sword qi.

Looking at the past and present, I dare not say that there are no weapons that can surpass this black ruler, but there are no more than five fingers at all.

This black giant ruler is not valuable, but the earthy yellow sword qi hidden in its body is a true gift from heaven.

During the period of using the black giant ruler, he also faintly felt that the power that erupted from the black giant ruler was enough to sweep the powerhouses of the same level, even if it was a heavenly lady above Kyushu, under the same level, no one could next the full force of the black giant ruler.

Moreover, Yang Ming can faintly feel that as long as he can control this power, then there are probably not many people in the world who can become his opponents.

Thinking of this, Yang Ming's heart suddenly trembled with excitement, he really couldn't imagine that he had such an opportunity.

This time, if it weren't for the high priest's reminder, he might never have known the power and value of this black giant ruler for the rest of his life.

"Senior, please forgive the juniors for taking the liberty of being presumptuous, back then, how did the Ninefold Sword Saint control this sword qi?" Swallowing a mouthful of saliva slightly, Yang Ming finally couldn't help it and asked out loud.

In Yang Ming's opinion, as long as he masters the power in the black giant ruler, presumably, the rivers and lakes in the land of Kyushu may become another world.

"If the old man knew, he wouldn't have lived in seclusion in such a place for a hundred years......" Hearing this, a wry smile couldn't help but appear on the high priest's face.

In order to wait for this day, the high priest lived in seclusion here for almost a hundred years, in order to fulfill his master's prophecy.

Fortunately, the master of the high priest did not miscalculate, all this was carried out as promised, and after a hundred years, Yang Ming finally came to the depths of this Yaxuange Desert......

Hearing the words of the high priest, Yang Ming also shook his head with a wry smile.

The sword qi sealed in the black giant ruler was a gift from the heavens, how could it be easily known how to control it.

"It seems that everything still needs to be explored by yourself!" Gently exhaling a breath, Yang Ming couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

"Okay, now your injuries are not healed, don't say too much, otherwise it will affect your wounds, and the injuries will be worse!" The High Priest laboriously raised the black greatsword, leaned it to the side, and then slowly stood up, patted the dust off his body, and said with a smile.

According to Yang Ming's current injury, I dare not say that he is disabled, but it can definitely be said to be half-disabled, and if there are no special means, it may be impossible to heal it.

Even if it is barely cured, it is a pure waste.

You must know that the Black Storm is a kind of power of heaven and earth, in this harsh environment, Yang Ming is really lucky to survive, if he still wants to be safe and sound, it is simply wishful thinking.

Under this black storm, even the top powerhouse of the Divine Realm did not dare to say that he could easily survive, let alone Yang Ming, a little guy in the middle of the Divine Realm.

This time, Yang Ming was able to survive in the black storm, in addition to his powerful physical body, there was also luck against the sky.

I remember that at that time, Yang Ming had already lost consciousness in the black storm, but Yang Ming did not give up the belief of survival.

It is precisely because of this that Yang Ming was able to survive in this harsh environment.

In the Yaxuange Desert, in the terrifying black storm, it has to be said that it is a miracle to survive with the strength of the middle stage of the Enlightenment Realm.

"Senior, my injuries ......" Feeling some disordered meridians in his body, a damaged and clean body, the corners of Yang Ming's mouth couldn't help twitching slightly.

At the time just now, Yang Ming didn't realize that his injury had deteriorated to such a place, originally, when he was spit out by the black storm, the injury was not so serious, as long as it was carefully treated, and some high-end healing pills were used, it was not a problem to treat this injury.

But now, Yang Ming found that the injuries in his body had deteriorated, far more serious than when he was spit out by the black storm, if it wasn't for the timely control, maybe he would have been left in the desert to feed the wolves by now.

Thinking of this, Yang Ming's face suddenly became very ugly.

Yang Ming really didn't expect that his injury would become like this, according to his understanding of medicine, if there were no special means, he was afraid that he would be useless.

Seeing Yang Ming, whose face was getting paler and paler, the high priest couldn't help but shake his head, and then smiled: "Little brother, don't worry, the old man has already asked a friend to go out to look for medicinal materials, as long as you can get that medicine primer, it shouldn't be a problem to cure your injuries, maybe I can give you a surprise then!"

Speaking of this, a mysterious smile suddenly crossed the face of the high priest.