Celestial

When I came here in the past years, when I came to this place, I often got something. At least I would dig out an ancestor's heritage. I used the firewood for the eighth flying sword, which I dug from here...

Moreover, the ancestors’ inheritance last time, they hadn’t completely digged it out, because of the limitation of repair, they had to leave temporarily. This time, the eight flying swords gathered together, it should be able to complete completely...

"Sure enough..."

After a long walk, suddenly saw a pile of rocks on the roadside, Hong Yitian knew that the things he had hidden here last time had not been found.

Quickly followed the mark made last time, looking for it all the way. After almost half an hour, I found a small pit that is more than half a meter deep. If it is seen by others, I will definitely find nothing and I will never think of it. Among them, there will be all the net worth of an old-fashioned Faxiang...

But, just about to start digging, Hong Yitian suddenly frowned, and was about to take a step, looking towards him...

Seemingly looking at the void, his face shivered and said: "Sneaking along all the way, I won't come out!"

but…

The voice fell, but no one was behind, as if Hong Yitian was shouting into the void...

But Hong Yitian still had a chilled face, as if he didn't stop, but his eyes narrowed slightly: "I'm giving you three breaths. If it doesn't come out, don't blame me for ruthlessness. Although this place can't kill people, But I didn’t say I wouldn’t let my hands and feet be interrupted!"

"One!"

"two!"

"three!"

After Hong Yitian shouted, he waited for a while, looked around, and found no movement, then he was relieved and shook his head: "Damn, I tried so many times, I didn’t scare people out, waste. My time."

After finishing this set of procedures, Hong Yitian rolled up his sleeves and started to dig...

but…

Just when he just started, he suddenly saw that a piece of clothing angle seemed to be exposed in the void, and suddenly a subconscious flying sword blasted out, and with a bang, a burst was suddenly exploded from the void. Figure...

The figure circled a few times in the air, and after throwing out a sword light, he only heard the sound of "clang" and knocked the wooden sword back.

The figure just fell on a mound, staggering a few steps, it was easy to stabilize the body, it was a pretty young man.

The young man had just stabilized his body, but his face was anxiously corrupted: "Hong Yitian, you didn't even find out if I was!"

"Are you sorry to say?"

Hong Yitian was also surprised at this time. It seemed that he did not expect that this method could really swindle people, but after seeing the other party showing up, he looked despised.

Speaking of them, they are also old complaints...

That was a hundred years ago, and it also happened in this ruins.

The young man's name was Wei Lang, and he was also a person in Tianmen City. At that time, the relationship between Hong Yitian and Hong Yitian was pretty good. They met together in this ruins tomb. After all, they were both just entering the law phase at the time. Although they were regarded as giants in the outside world. , But in this city of Tianmen, it is only acceptable.

Although the two of them also participated in the opening of the ruins of the ruins, they only turned around in the periphery, and did not expect any big gains.

Who knows, even if it turns around here, it turns out a big chance!

It was a bizarre ghost tree rooted on a corpse of an earlier generation. It was originally a wooden thing. It was innately full of anger, but it was born on the corpse and relied on the dead air to feed.

Between this life and death, it made the ghost tree become a great fortune, and fell into the hands of a skilled refining master. At least one heaven-level magic weapon cannot run away.

But just such a piece of ghost wood, but let the two find at the same time, how to assign such things, they are not satisfied with the two, and finally they fight...

In the end, Hong Yitian still had a mature sword formation, and he fought for three days and three nights. He defeated the opponent by grinding...

In the end, this ghost tree became one of the eight flying swords...

So far, the two have met again...

…

It was just when the two met, outside the ruins of the ruins, but also changed...

Followed by, I saw a very powerful breath came, countless densely packed Zhuan gathered, a magic circle condensed out of thin air, a ray of light twisted, a vague figure appeared in it.

"Young ancestor Qianxiang, welcome the ancestors of Vientiane..."

The real king of Qianxiang leaned down and bowed.

At this time, this figure was completely solidified. It was a bald old man with a warm smile on his face, and he looked quite kind.

At this time, it is said to be solidified, but in fact, it is just a phantom. At this time, he waved his hands with Qian Xiangzhenjun and smiled and said: "Oh, don’t need to be more ritual. Over the years, you have also worked hard in the city. By the way, if you are Master, you have to let you go back to rest and rest. Your Master can also be cruel and find an outstanding disciple, which has squeezed for thousands of years."

"Thank you seniors for your concern, it's not Master's business, it's Qian Xiang who stays here..." Qian Xiang Zhenjun said.

"I said old Vientiane, if you are so old, can you ask for a face? Discuss other masters in front of your apprentices. Be careful, Tianxin, the guy knows that you are not finished with you." The voice fell, but I only saw a seven or eight-year-old child. , Appeared on another stone seat.

The child looks like a ruddy skin, with carved jade, and two round buns on his head, which is quite beautiful and lovely, but the look is not as pure as the child should have. I looked at the old man contemptuously, and there was an old-fashioned voice in the tender voice.

"Visit the ancestor of the eldest son." Seeing the boy appear, Qianxiang Zhenjun also saluted.

"You don't have to be more polite." The boy, known as the eldest son, nodded to make Qian Xiang the true monarch free of courtesy. Two people, one boy and one middle-aged man, had such a strange conversation, but it was a strange thing.

However, there was nothing that was wrong. The bald old man just pouted: "I am not concerned about caring for the younger generation. If this unlucky disciple under you, I remind you too lazy to remind you, just like the reincarnation of the poor dead, go When I visited, I even ate with me, and even gave me the tea cups on the table. I have a good way to live like a beggar, really..."

"Who the beggar do you say!" The boy was angry when he heard this: "Where is your disciple so strong? A sword array has been practicing for thousands of years and has not been able to understand it. What do you mean to say to others?"