Shushan signed in for 3000 years, leaving the land sword fairy

Just like the evil thoughts left by the Heavenly Maniac Immortal Monarch encountered in Cangshan Jiange last time, if Zhao Fan hadn't been powerful, if it was an ordinary Immortal Monarch, he would have been bewitched and killed.

While Zhao Fan continued to explore the Jiange, the patriarch of the three-headed dragon, Ao Lie, once again boarded the Tongtian Sword Mountain.

The last time Aolie led his clansman to attack Jianshan Mountain, his posture was extremely arrogant, but this time he was respectful and honest.

After all, his ancestors were all slaves in Jianshan. If he, the patriarch, dared to bully others, he would be skinned and cramped by the ancestor Ao Zhanxiong without the help of Jianshan people.

"Miss He."

"The last time our three-headed Flood Dragon tribe had eyes but no eyes, and offended you Tongtian Sword Mountain, it was because of me, Ao Lie, that I couldn't discipline the dogs."

"This time I came here and brought some of the most precious natural materials and land of our three-headed dragon clan, which can be used to refine immortal artifacts and elixir, so it should be regarded as our apology."

In the Jianshan Great Hall, Ao Lie coughed dryly, and said to He Xinyu kindly.

If the monsters of the three-headed dragon clan were present, their jaws would drop in shock. Is this the clan leader who always curses and has a hot temper in their minds?

"Patriarch Ao, since you are so polite, we at Jianshan will accept the gift."

He Xinyu vaguely guessed the purpose of Ao Lie's visit, so she didn't pretend to be polite, and accepted it generously.

Although Tongtianjianshan took back some resources and benefits from the Wu family and Jujianmen a few days ago, it was still far from enough. Of course, He Xinyu would not refuse Aolie's gift.

"It should be, it should be."

"I just heard that our ancestor is in the Sword Mountain, can you invite him to meet me?"

Ao Lie said hesitantly.

"of course can."

"Senior Ao is in the Jiange area, I'll send someone to report to him."

He Xinyu smiled slightly, without embarrassment, and said openly.

"That would be laborious."

Seeing this, Ao Lie breathed a sigh of relief, he was afraid that when he visited Jianshan, He Xinyu and others would directly let him be shut out.

Now it seems that He Xinyu has a good heart, and she didn't hold a grudge against herself because of the previous incident.

Ao Lie didn't know that it wasn't that He Xinyu had a big heart, but that Ao Zhanxiong had stood up for Tong Tian Jian Shan before, after all, she had a kindness here, so she was allowed to treat Ao Lie with courtesy.

The main thing is to see the face of Ao Zhanxiong, the ancestor of the three dragons, otherwise, He Xinyu will have to drive him out of Jianshan because of the fact that Aolie led people to besiege Jianshan.

……

"You son of a bitch."

"At this time, if you are not in charge of the affairs of the three-headed dragon group, what are you doing here to disturb the ancestor?"

Half an hour later, Ao Zhanxiong, who got the news, rushed to Jianshan Hall, and started cursing at Ao Lie as soon as he entered the door.

He was originally comprehending the two sword mountain classics bestowed by Zhao Fan, and he just had some clues when he was interrupted by that bastard Ao Lie, so he was naturally very upset.

"Senior Proud, let's talk."

He Xinyu took the initiative to leave the hall so that Ao Zhanxiong and Ao Lie could talk.

"What are you doing here? Talk straight."

After He Xinyu left, Ao Zhanxiong asked Ao Lie with a blank expression on his face.

"Old Ancestor, what can I do here?"

"Isn't this what happened at the Yunxiao Conference, so I came here to check it out?"

"You really..."

Ao Lie asked cautiously.

"nonsense."

"Of course it's true. Patriarch, I was taken in as a slave, and now I can't leave Jianshan at all."

"However, this is also my chance, the unfathomable one, I may be able to break through earlier if I stay here."

Ao Zhanxiong glanced at him and said indifferently.

"This……"

Ao Lie wanted to cry but had no tears. Hearing what his ancestor said, it seemed that he was not only not dissatisfied, but also enjoyed staying in Tongtian Sword Mountain as a servant.

Chapter 638

"Do you think that I have shamed the three-headed dragons by staying in Tongtian Sword Mountain?"

Noticing Ao Lie's expression of wanting to cry but no tears, Ao Zhanxiong seemed to have insight into the former's mind, his face sank slightly, and asked.

"Don't dare, old ancestor, I didn't mean that."

"However, you..."

Ao Lie hesitated, not knowing what to say for a while.

"The old man told you."

"This one from Tongtian Sword Mountain, looking at the entire Yunxiao Realm, there are not many people who can afford to provoke him."

"Do you understand what I mean when I say that?"

Ao Zhanxiong narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"Old ancestor, are you serious?"

Ao Lie showed shock, and asked again and again in disbelief.

"Nonsense, otherwise with my ability, how many people can force me to stay?"

"Go back and warn the clansmen that you must never conflict with Jianshan disciples in the future. Our three-headed dragon clan must make good friends with Tongtian Jianshan."

With a solemn expression, Ao Zhanxiong exhorted.

"I understand."

"Everything is obeyed by the ancestors."

Ao Lie thought about it seriously, nodded and said.

The two chatted for a while, and after greeting He Xinyu and the sisters, Ao Lie left Tongtian Sword Mountain and returned to the three-headed dragon group.

From this day onwards, the three-headed dragons announced to the outside world that they will always be friends with Tongtian Sword Mountain from now on.

As the news spread, all the forces in the entire Yunxiao Land were in an abnormal uproar.

However, when thinking of the previous Yunxiao Conference, when the ancestors of the three dragon tribes, Ao Zhanxiong, stood up for Jianshan, the powerhouses from all parties were not too shocked by this.

Zhao Fan didn't know about it.

At this moment, he was looking at a dark sword pavilion in front of him, and felt a burst of coldness from it.

"Spirit Town Sword Pavilion?"

Zhao Fan raised his brows slightly. The plaque on the sword pavilion seemed to be poured with blood, with a faint scarlet color, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

"The Qi mechanism of this Jiange is completely different from the other Jiange I have explored before."

"Could it be that there is some kind of ominous thing being suppressed inside, as its name suggests?"

After Zhao Fan thought it over and over again, he decided to find out.

The main reason is that after he broke through to the fifth-rank Immortal Monarch, his comprehensive strength has been explosively improved. Even if there are still fierce creatures left in this sword pavilion, he should be able to suppress them strongly with his own strength.

Zhao Fan walked towards Zhenling Jiange with steady steps.

hum...

Just entering the Baizhang area of ​​Zhenling Jiange, the broken ancient swords that were originally densely covered in the vicinity seemed to be pulled by an invisible force. They exploded from the ground and turned into a rain of swords all over the sky, attacking Zhao Fan directly. .

This is an ancient sword array. After a long time of erosion, it still hasn't completely collapsed!

The sword array erupted completely, the sword energy criss-crossed, and the powerful energy fluctuations made the entire Jiange area shake and tremble.

Facing such a violent sword array's power, Zhao Fan didn't change his face, he just reached out with one palm and wiped it lightly in front of him.

bang, bang...

The countless ancient swords shot at high speed seemed to have been cut off from the source of power, making a mournful sound, and then fell from midair uncontrollably.

Zhao Fan is extremely powerful, how can this ancient sword formation be able to resist it?

"Squeak!"

The heavy door was pushed open by an invisible force, and Zhao Fan walked in slowly with steady steps.

Looking around, the Zhenling Sword Pavilion was extremely empty, almost empty.

"Is it an empty attic?"

Zhao Fan was a little disappointed and muttered to himself.

"Boom..."

At this moment, there was a sudden roar, and the entire Zhenling Sword Pavilion trembled, and ancient bronze lamps were lit in the void in the seemingly empty area.

The lights flickered, and in the interweaving, it was incredible to build a flame light gate.

"Something interesting."

"It's the means of meson space. The other side of this portal is the real Zhenling Jiange."

Zhao Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, and he could tell at a glance that this kind of unfathomable spatial technique was definitely from a very high-level immortal.

Without too much hesitation, Zhao Fan walked directly into the light gate.

hum!

The world was spinning, and Zhao Fan appeared in a hazy and chaotic space in the next second.

The light here is dim, and not far ahead, there is an ancient bronze coffin, tightly bound and suppressed by hundreds of divine chains made of special immortal gold.

"Long years have passed."

"Finally someone came to the meson space of Zhenling Jiange!"

"Tell me who you are?"

Before Zhao Fan could react, the ancient bronze coffin shook slightly, and a sharp and ear-piercing sound came from inside.

"who are you?"

Zhao Fan frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice.

There are still living creatures in this ancient bronze coffin. Could it be a murderous creature suppressed by the powerful ancestors of Tongtian Sword Mountain?

A powerful immortal king like Zhao Fan also became vigilant for a while. After such a long time, nothing in the ancient coffin has fallen, one can imagine how extraordinary it is.

"who am I?"

"I am a miserable person who was framed by the Heavenly Maniac Immortal Lord."

"Young man, I have the Immortal King Sutra left by the Immortal King Tongtian. As long as you open the ancient bronze coffin, I promise you will get the inheritance left by the Immortal King."

The existence inside the ancient bronze coffin said with a hint of hostility.

"The Immortal King Sutra left by the Immortal King Tongtian?"

Zhao Fan narrowed his eyes slightly. If there really is the Immortal King Sutra, its value is simply incalculable, far surpassing the Holy Grade Immortal Dao Sutra.

It is simply equivalent to having a shortcut directly to the realm of the Immortal King!

But Zhao Fan was naturally not that stupid, and just believed the other party's words like this.

"Why should I trust you?"

"Tell me about your background."

Zhao Fan said coldly.

"My origin? It's too long ago."

"I am the eighth-generation disciple of Tongtian Sword Mountain, and I am also the junior sister of Tiankuang Xianjun, Fairy Lingyue."

"I was misunderstood by Tiankuang Xianjun before, and was forcibly suppressed by him in this ancient coffin. I can't remember whether it was ten thousand years or tens of thousands of years."

As if remembering something, the existence in the ancient coffin became a little depressed, and said melancholy.