Tian Yuan

The senior officials of Dongli Jianzong heard the news and came to greet the distinguished guests in person.

The Holy Lord looks like a middle-aged man, with white temples and bright eyes.He served the best wine and rare fruits, and entertained them personally, without daring to neglect them.

"Mr. Chen, please sit down."

No one would regard Chen Qingyuan as an ordinary junior, very respectful and smiling.

Everyone was enthusiastic, but Chen Qingyuan's attitude was cold.It’s not that he’s pretending to be like this or putting on airs, but there is a fog in his heart, and the dead power of the years wraps his soul.

Wine, not drunk.

Fruit, not eaten.

Lifting his eyes to look at the Holy Master, Chen Qingyuan bluntly stated his purpose, and said in a calm voice: "I heard that the Dongli Sword Sect recovered the ancestral items many years ago. Can I see it?"

"This..." The expressions on the faces of the Holy Master and others were awkward. They were overwhelmed by Chen Qingyuan's sudden request. They looked at each other and did not answer yet.

Immediately, the top leaders of Jianzong began to talk secretly.

Do you want to agree?

Could it be that Chen Qingyuan is thinking about the things from his ancestors?

It doesn't make sense. If you really want to think about it, you can't come alone.

After thinking about it, there was a lot of discussion.

The Holy Master made a decision despite all opinions and nodded: "If it were someone else, of course it wouldn't work. But Mr. Chen proposed it, so it's okay."

The meaning of these words showed that this matter was very serious, which gave Chen Qingyuan face, and also made Chen Qingyuan passively owe a small favor.

"Master Chen, please move and follow me to a place."

Since the distinguished guests were no longer interested in drinking, there was no need for the Holy Master to waste time and stood up.

So, Chen Qingyuan followed the Holy Lord closely, walked in the sky, passed through palaces, crossed endless mountains, and finally came to a hidden valley.

There are countless restrictions placed around the valley, full of murderous intent.If anyone dares to break in, they will be banned and killed.

The Holy Lord took a few steps forward and unlocked the barrier at the entrance to the valley.

After ensuring that there was no danger, the Holy Master looked at Chen Qingyuan: "Mr. Chen, please come in!"

There are many secrets of Dongli Sword Sect in the valley, and ordinary elders are not qualified to enter.

Therefore, in addition to the Holy Lord, there are only five elderly core elders, with long hair, showing their vicissitudes of life.

Chen Qingyuan and others walked in, and the atmosphere was slightly dull.

The Holy Master agreed to Chen Qingyuan's request, but many elders maintained their objections.After all, this is the foundation of Dongli Sword Sect. How can we let an outsider in? There may be risks.

Although the relationship with Chen Qingyuan is not hostile and they get along well, they cannot be so generous.

In fact, the Holy Master didn’t know why he agreed.

Maybe it's Chen Qingyuan's indescribable eyes that make people throb and dare not disobey.

Maybe there was an inexplicable power surrounding him, which made the Holy Master put down his guard and guided him to nod.

"It's just ahead."

The Holy Lord personally led the way until they reached the depths of the valley.

It was very empty inside, and the ground was a deep black color, with a faint smell of age and decay.

At the end, stood an ancient sword.

It is about 2000 meters long and looks like a high mountain.

The body of the sword is rough, full of gaps, pits and not smooth.

The name of the sword is Yan Ku.

It is the sword of Master Xian Yao, sleeping in a corner of the ancient world.

A few years ago, Dongli Sword Sect spent a huge price and finally brought back the ancestral sword.In addition, there are also ancestral inheritances that can be retrieved together.

For this reason, several ancestors of the Dongli Sword Sect were more or less injured and are still recovering from their injuries.

No matter how many times they see the ancestral sword, the Holy Master and others are filled with excitement and awe.

Chen Qingyuan stared straight at the sword as high as a giant mountain. Picture fragments popped up uncontrollably in his mind, and his eyes were filled with complicated emotions.

"Clap!"

Involuntarily, Chen Qingyuan walked forward.

"Mr. Chen, there is danger ahead, don't get close."

The Holy Lord immediately stopped him and was truly concerned.

The Yanku Sword has a self-defense mechanism that prevents anyone from getting close to it.Even people from the Dongli Sword Sect were rejected.

In order to get the sword back, Dongli Sword Sect suffered a lot.

Chen Qingyuan looked at the faint golden light in front of him, which was the handiwork of the Holy Lord Dongli.

The way forward was blocked, Chen Qingyuan looked back at the Holy Master.

Empty eyes, a dead breath.

And the domineering power that dominates the world will be contained in this glance, making the Holy Lord's body suddenly shake, and a trace of fear appears in the depths of his eyes, just like the feeling of powerlessness he felt when he was young when facing the unparalleled power. , don't be disobedient.

Out of some unknown state of mind, the Holy Master withdrew the right hand that had deployed the blocking barrier.

Without any obstacles, Chen Qingyuan continued to move forward.

Trampling on the decayed black earth, he stared at the Yan Ku Sword with an indifferent expression.

Walking towards the sword, a long river of memory is outlined in front of my eyes, and the traces of the past become increasingly clear.

"Holy Master, how can you let Mr. Chen get close? Something will happen!"

The elders didn't look at Chen Qingyuan just now, so they didn't know how scared the Holy Lord's soul was.

Just when a certain elder wanted to stop Chen Qingyuan and prevent the power of the Yanku Sword from hurting him, a strong wind suddenly swept across and formed a huge vortex center in the sky.

The wind picked up and blew past Chen Qingyuan's clothes.

"Whoosh-"

The clothes are hunting, and the sound is like thunder.

The sleeping Yankujian seems to be waking up.

"Rumble--"

The ground began to tremble, dust flew up, and a puff of smoke arose.

"what happened?"

The expressions of Holy Master Dongli and others changed with shock. This was the first time they encountered such a situation and they were at a loss.

At this time, Chen Qingyuan took a step to the side of the Yanku Sword, gently touched the vicissitudes of the years' footprints left on the sword's body, and murmured: "I'm sorry for you, but I'm still holding on."

"Zheng-"

The Yanku Sword made an extremely heavy sword sound, which resounded through the sky, as if it had pierced the barrier of the valley, causing a huge purple light to appear in the sky above the Dongli Sword Sect.

The strange phenomenon appeared, causing Jianzong to tremble up and down, and countless people exclaimed, not knowing the reason.

After hundreds of thousands of years of vicissitudes, Yankujian can still maintain a trace of intelligence. He must have endured unimaginable suffering.

The black ancient palace deep in the ancient world houses many weapons and is protected by the power of the ancient palace.

As for Yankujian, he failed to enter in time and was wandering in a corner of the ancient world, slowly suffering.

"Om-"

The wild goose sword trembled slightly, as if it had found its backbone and made a cry.

The ray of spiritual wisdom in the sword completely woke up.

The Dongli Sword Master and others could not withstand the majestic power of the Yan Ku Sword, and immediately formed a barrier in front of them.Looking at this scene, I was stunned.

The next scene will subvert their understanding, make them never forget it, and be extremely shocking.

"Return to your original state!"

Chen Qingyuan touched the Yanku Sword and whispered.