Reborn 80,000 Years

Chapter 324 Inheritance

"Beiman Sword Saint?"

Suddenly, both Yang Chen and Mu Lingyun were taken aback, and they looked at the skeleton in unimaginable ways.

"Are you the Sword Saint of Beimang?" Yang Chen frowned and stared at him suspiciously.

"Why, doesn't it look like?" Skeleton laughed, stretched out the black bone paw, touched his head, and then laughed: "Oh, this seat has forgotten, now I am no longer the romantic and suave person back then. Handsome guy, but turned into a skeleton."

Merry and suave?

Yang Chen rolled his eyes, only feeling that the Sword Saint Beiman in front of him seemed a little unreliable.

"Great Emperor, be careful, this guy may really be the Sword Saint of Beiman." Gu Tianji's voice came from his mind: "It is estimated that only the strong of the Wuzun realm can keep the remnant soul for tens of thousands of years. I can do it!"

Hearing this, Yang Chen nodded silently.

Mu Lingyun stood up, hugged his fist to the bones of Sword Saint Beimang, and said, "Since it is the tomb of the senior, I will not bother it. It has disturbed the sleep of senior and hopes that senior will forgive me."

As Mu Lingyun said, she turned and left.

Before leaving, he did not forget to stare at Yang Chen fiercely.

However, just as she had just taken two steps, the North Mang Sword Saint suddenly waved his right hand, and a wall fell out of thin air from the top of the main hall, blocking Mu Lingyun's path with a "bang".

The way to leave the hall was completely blocked.

"Hold on, did I let you go?"

Beiman Sword Saint yawned and said lazily.

However, these words caused Yang Chen and Mu Lingyun to get goose bumps all over, looking at him in horror.

"Senior what do you mean?" Yang Chen frowned, and while speaking, the spiritual power in his body was running wildly. As long as there was something wrong with this old thing, Yang Chen would immediately run away.

"Hey, don't be nervous."

Sword Saint Beiman patted the open space in front of him, and smiled: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I won't hurt you. It's just that the old man hasn't been out for tens of thousands of years. It's boring to be alone here. Sit down. Chat with me."

Yang Chen sat down without saying a word.

Mu Lingyun frowned, hesitated, and sat there too.

"What is going on with Senior?" Yang Chen asked.

"Oh." Sword Saint Beiman sighed, but answered the wrong question: "I didn't expect that after waiting for so long, someone could finally come to this seat safely. It is worthy of this seat, so many years of waiting. ."

Hearing this, both of them were slightly taken aback.

I saw the Sword Saint Beiman suddenly laughed abruptly, and he kept making "quack" laughter, but his face had long since lost its flesh, and he couldn't even make a smile. It's just that a skeleton's face keeps shaking, which looks quite strange in this small space.

Mu Lingyun frowned, but she was a little confused in her heart.

She suddenly discovered that the North Mang Sword Master stopped smiling, and her pitch-black eyes looked towards her, as if staring straight at her, spitting out a few words:

"Hey, what a beautiful girl."

"Ah!" Mu Lingyun exclaimed, hurriedly clutching the two lumps of meat on her chest, stepped back, her little face was full of anger: "You...what do you want to do?"

Sword Saint Beimang shook his head and sighed: "I said don't be nervous, what are you doing so nervously? This seat is already a skeleton, so I can't do anything like that!"

There is a look of helplessness in the tone of the sword saint Beimang.

Mu Lingyun bit her red lips and snorted coldly. It seems that this Beiman Sword Saint is not a serious thing!

"Okay, okay, the gossip ends here, the time for this seat is running out, let's get to the topic next." Sword Saint Beiman waved his hand, and said solemnly.

Hearing this, Yang Chen rolled his eyes, and said to his heart that it seemed that you had been acting badly, right?

"I want to ask you, now there is a great opportunity, are you willing to accept it?"

Sword Saint Beimang said with a low voice, looking straight at the two of them.

Chance?

Hearing this, Yang Chen frowned and said, "Senior, please be more careful."

Sword Saint Beimang smiled, and suddenly stretched out his hand to his bones, and smiled: "You two, do you want to get this body of mine? Step into Manxiu!"

When these words came out, Mu Lingyun and Yang Chen were shocked.

The Sword Saint of North Mang wants to help them enter the barbarian repair?

But... at this moment, in their hearts, it is not surprise, but panic!

Yang Chen is also a person with tens of thousands of years of experience, knowing that there are many ways to seize homes in this world. What if they get this body, Sword Saint Beimang will seize them again?

"Ah." Yang Chen smiled and said: "Senior's kindness, we understand it, but the so-called no merit is not rewarded, Senior's love is too heavy, we deserve it."

"Yes, senior." Mu Lingyun smiled and said, "We are not blessed with the grace of senior, please let us go."

North Mang Sword Saint laughed "Quack", seeming to see through the minds of the two, and said: "Please rest assured, two people, this seat is already at the end of the battle, when the body is given to you, this seat will also disappear The world. By then, I can't do anything I want!"

I have to say that his words moved the two very much. If they can become Barren Xiu, their strength can definitely make a big step forward. But who knows, is this old thing true?

Sword Saint Beimang sighed and said, "Although this seat has traversed the world throughout his life, but there is no child in this life, the most reluctant thing is this ability. If you two can promise me, it will be regarded as me. wish."

In the tone of the North Man Sword Saint, there was suddenly more humbleness and pleading.

Tens of thousands of years ago, he laid down this ancient tomb. As long as it is a person who can safely pass through the tomb and reach him safely, Beiman Sword Saint is willing to teach him his mantle.

Only such a person is worthy to be his disciple of the Sword Saint of North Mang!

but……

The mechanism he arranged was so strong that he waited for tens of thousands of years, and no one could reach him!

Just when Beiman Sword Saint thought that he would regret his life, the appearance of Yang Chen and his eyes made him seem to have a glimmer of light and hope.

"Sorry, senior!"

Yang Chen sighed, stood up slowly, and said: "Senior's great kindness, the younger generation has nothing to pay for it, but the senior's kindness is too heavy, forgive the younger generation's fate!"

Mu Lingyun hesitated and stood up too.

The two held a fist at the North Mang Sword Master, apologizing with all their faces.

"Ok……"

North Mang Sword Saint sighed, and said dejectedly: "Since you don't want to, the old man shouldn't embarrass you anymore. The things that are difficult for a strong man are not done by the old man."

The two nodded, and after saying something sorry, they turned around and left.

When she left, Mu Lingyun lowered her voice and said angrily: "It's all to blame. If you didn't **** the Wu Zun bone with me, would we alarm him?"

Yang Chen smiled bitterly and said, "Sister, do you think I know he is alive? Besides, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have to move a living Martial Master back? I'm afraid it will be more serious then?"

Mu Lingyun snorted, expressing his unhappiness.

But at this moment...

The two suddenly felt as if their bodies were filled with lead, and their raised feet felt as if they were stepping on a rock. No matter how hard they tried, their feet could not let go.

Always unable to take a step.

A suction force suddenly came from behind the two.

"Sorry, even if it is difficult for a strong man, the old man will let you inherit the mantle!"

The laughter of Beiman Sword Saint Yin Zece suddenly came from behind, and then, the suction power was even stronger!

The two exclaimed, and they were directly sucked in by the Sword Saint Beiman!