Xuanhuan: Me!Start the creation of Tianji Pavilion

"It's because the disciple didn't think carefully."

Ye Long lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows like a child who did something wrong.

"We're not the first to eat crabs."

"The old man in the Holy Land of Absolute Beginning attained enlightenment earlier than us, and has a shorter lifespan. He is about to perish at any moment. Maybe he will be the first to try and evacuate the entire Holy Land of Absolute Beginning to buy an illusory opportunity to become an emperor."

"Wait and see what happens, and see if the mysterious and unpredictable Master of the Tianji Pavilion really has the ability to help a person become an emperor!"

The old man's voice gradually fell silent.

"Disciple obey!"

Ye Long cupped his hands and led Ye Chenfan out of the ancestral land.

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Hidden Sword Sect, Immemorial Sword Tomb.

This place is the place where swords are buried. Tens of thousands of divine swords that were once famous all over the world have lost their sharpness, are stained with rust, and are silent here.

In the deepest part, a golden long sword is suspended in the void. The sword is three feet long and four inches wide. It is crystal clear and glows with blood, as if it has life.

It floated there quietly, without any power, but it made the void unable to heal, leaving a permanent wound, and the chaotic breath lingered on the sword body, misty and indescribable.

It represents the way of swordsmanship, and represents the highest achievement of a sword practitioner. Casually exuding a sword energy and wandering in the mortal world is the inheritance beyond the Holy Emperor.

This sword is an imperial weapon.

"No. 40 Nine-generation suzerain, please see the ancestor."

A respectful voice resounded in this dead and silent sword mound.

In an instant, thousands of divine swords clanked and shook, as if a heroic spirit was possessed on the sword and was about to recover.

"What's the matter?"

An old voice sounded, as if traveling through thousands of years of time and space.

"Regarding the matter of the Tianji Pavilion, the pavilion owner released a list of the top [-] geniuses in Guiyuan Realm."

The master of the Tibetan Sword Sect said respectfully.

"and then?"

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Chapter 51 Snatching the Loose Cultivator Genius!

An old voice came out from the golden long sword, with a hint of impatience.

"Uh……"

"Forgive me, ancestor! The matter about the Tianji Pavilion is too evil. The owner of the pavilion seems to be a real emperor. This disciple has to be cautious, so he frequently asks the ancestor for advice."

No.40 The Ninth Generation Tibetan Sword Sect Master's cold sweat oozes out all at once.

Rumor has it that the previous suzerain heard the words "and then", and his whole body was crippled, and he almost turned into a member of the sword mound.

"It's a small matter, you can decide for yourself, the sect is still alive, don't bother me."

The old voice said coldly.

"Yes Yes!"

The master of the Tibetan Sword Sect quickly nodded in agreement, and was about to turn around and leave.

"slow!"

With a cold shout, the suzerain almost peed out.

"Can someone buy the opportunity to become an emperor?"

"Back to the ancestors, not yet, the disciple has sent a holy emperor protector to stay in Huangsha City, and always pay attention to the movements of the major forces."

"There is news about Chengdi's chance. Come and wake me up again. In addition, gather all the resources available in the sect and be fully prepared. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes! The disciple takes orders!"

"Go back."

"Yes Yes!"

No.40 The ninth generation suzerain rushed out of the sword mound rolling and crawling.

One of the conditions for the selection of the suzerain of the Tibetan Sword Sect: voluntarily enter the sword mound, and dare to spread the word to the ancestors.

……

Dark hand organization, stealing the sky in the big formation.

A figure is suspended in the endless void, faintly hidden and illusory, between the virtual and the real.

White hair like snow, calm eyes, stalwart figure, standing with hands behind his back, stepping on a misty river with no source or end.

Misty rivers rise up into the sky, washing the body and scouring the soul. It can be seen that the visions of gods, dragons and phoenixes, mountains and rivers, mortal gods, ancient city palaces, etc. are looming in the river, encompassing all things in the sky.

As time goes by, Wei'an's body gradually solidifies, giving people a sense of reality.

"almost."

Bai Suimu closed his eyes and stood still in the void.

Wisps of imperial power overflowed from him, shattering the void, and the law receded.

After returning from Huichun City, he used the God of Time to wash himself day after day, speeding up the passage of time, and turning the future body into reality step by step. Now, ninety-nine percent of it has been completed.

"Ding!"

Like pearls falling on a jade plate, clear and melodious.

A perfect heavenly sound resounded from within his body, his body was blurred for an instant, then solidified for an instant, the future and the present finally coincided.

Immortal flowers descend from the sky, golden lotuses spring from the ground, the sound of the great Dao comes from the void, and the vast auspicious clouds burst out from the body, accompanied by a faint fragrance.

At this moment, his body is like colored glaze, his heart is like a mirror, his soul is like uncut jade, spotless, as if he has been reborn.

It was like a great emperor was born.