Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors Chapter 550

On Lingjian Mountain, golden light splashed like a golden country.

Thousands of sword marks roared in unison, as if congratulating the newly born sword mark.

A mysterious breath permeated the entire Lingjian Mountain, and endless runes jumped out, like a long river, lingering around the new sword mark, and finally engraved in the center of the ten thousand sword marks.

"One sword overwhelms all methods!?" The elder of the hidden courtyard moved his hair and beard, and his old eyes flashed with terrifying brilliance.

He looked at Lingjian Mountain in disbelief, his wrinkled face full of surprise.

"It's amazing, it seems that the master is right, I'm too weak." Jiang Longyuan stared at the spirit sword with a shocked expression.

He was completely convinced by what Master said when he was parting.

The outside world is too big, and there are a lot of people like him.

Before, he was defeated in the hands of Zhou Dao, and he held a sigh of relief in his heart. Now that he saw Zhou Dao in such a style, he was completely convinced.

In this world, he can grow only after seeing each other.

At this moment, Jiang Longyuan had already made up his mind to follow Zhou Dao all the time.

"Success... It's successful... It's really successful..." Su Yaoji was pale and couldn't believe it.

For 100,000 years from ancient times to the present, there are 3,000 unparalleled talents, who can leave their name here?

The sword marks left on Lingjian Mountain are not only the glory of heaven, but also the proof of strength.

Even after thousands of years, his fierce name will not be erased by the years, it will remain here and will be admired by all generations.

This kind of honor, in fact, ordinary people can touch.

Going backwards, the most recent climber to leave a name was Zhou Xuan, the previous king of the Yuan Dynasty, more than 30 years ago.

"No wonder he was able to win the last seat at the Shanhai Banquet."

Su Yaoji sighed softly.

Originally, at the Shanhai Banquet, Zhou Dao added another one after the twenty-eight seats, and stepped into the realm of astral, already the first person of the same generation of Yu Yaosi.

Now, as soon as he entered the hermitage, he left his own sword marks on Lingjian Mountain.

This move will definitely cause the world to shake, and the brilliance above his head will become more and more dazzling.

"King Yuan... Mountain and Sea Banquet... Lingjian Mountain..." Su Yaoji couldn't help but smile bitterly.

She couldn't figure out how could there be such a person in this world? Is anyone else still alive?

At this moment, her heart was rippling, and the feeling of powerlessness made her feel an unprecedented emptiness, as if she needed something to fill it up.

"My God, he actually did it, climbed the mountain and left his name, resonated with ten thousand swords... Is this still a human?"

Shen Langyan and Meng Zhibai looked at each other, their bodies trembling with excitement.

It looked like that day when Toad Shiqi rode on the third princess of Rongshan, a cloud and rain, reached the peak, and the aftertaste was long and unforgettable.

Today, they have witnessed a miracle, a legend.

Even decades later, they can proudly say to their younger generation that on that day, Prince Yuan left a mark on the mountain, and I saw it with my own eyes.

The style of that man is unparalleled in the world.

"If one day, I can reach this state, even if I die, it will be worth it." Shen Langyan murmured.

It's enough to die in the morning.

From the moment they met Zhou Dao, their fortunes began to change, and they had an unprecedented desire for power.

At this moment, the imprint in the center of the ten thousand sword marks was like a monument, standing in their hearts, urging them to move forward bravely.

"It's definitely possible." Meng Zhibai gritted his teeth.

The two looked at each other and clasped their hands together, sparking a spark of brotherhood.

"Jianzhu, you have accepted a good apprentice." The elder of the hidden courtyard couldn't help sighing.

Suddenly, he gave birth to a sense of the changing times.

There is always a new trend in Jiang Lang, and Qian Fan is overwhelmed.

He has seen too many geniuses, rising, falling... Along the way, how many people can climb that mountain?

"King Yuan... as expected of King Yuan." The elder of the hidden courtyard sighed.

More than 30 years ago, Zhou Xuan also climbed that mountain, and the Mayfly Sword Art shook the world and left an immortal mark.

Now, more than 30 years have passed, and a new era is rolling in.

When King Sewon came again, he left a mark on the mountain.

The days of yesterday seem to be in sight.

This is like a reincarnation, the fate is unspeakable, revealing the mystery of fate.

"Elder, what else do you have to say?" Jian Zhu glanced at him and said lightly.

His expression moved slightly, but the pride in his eyes could not be concealed.

This time, Zhou Daotai gave him a long face.

"The future generations are terrifying." The elder of the hidden courtyard had to admit that being King Shiyuan already had the highest aptitude for shock.

Once he steps into the Dragon Gate, he will break the Dao Realm.

At that time, the world is vast, and he is the top existence.

"He should be able to enter the Lost Graveyard." Jian Zhu's eyes narrowed and he said solemnly.

The elder of the hidden courtyard trembled slightly and couldn't help but glance at Jian Zhu.

"What Zhou Xuan left is naturally inherited by the Yuan King in this life. How can it fall into the hands of outsiders?"

Of course Li Zangfeng knew that when Zhou Xuan entered the hidden courtyard and opened the lost cemetery, he left important things there.

He was waiting, waiting for his successor to follow in his footsteps and take the thing away.

"Chu God...has been recognized by the Yuan King of the previous generation, he is not an outsider." The elder of the hermitage emphasized.

He had high hopes for that young man.

It is no exaggeration to say that before Zhou Daowei, he was almost the best young man he had ever seen, with extraordinary talent and unparalleled talent.

He not only gained the approval of the previous Yuan King, but even opened the [Lost Cemetery] that had been silent for many years.

Such existence naturally won the approval of the Great Elder Yinyuan.

"No?" Jian Zhu sneered: "In front of him, anyone can only be regarded as an outsider."

Li Zangfeng pointed to Zhou Dao on Lingjian Mountain.

The elder of the hidden courtyard frowned slightly. Although he was a little puzzled, he still nodded: "I can let him enter the lost cemetery."

"In fact, someone has already come to say hello."

"Who?" Li Zangfeng couldn't help asking.

"The one from the book club."

Li Zangfeng was relieved, a flash of enlightenment flashed in his eyes.

rumbling...

Suddenly, Lingjian Mountain trembled, and above the nine-day floating clouds, a phantom slowly rose.

It was an ancient Taoist temple with Zhou Dao's figure.

"Peace..." Li Zangfeng's body trembled slightly, and a terrifying splendor broke out in his eyes.

At this moment, his emotions fluctuated violently, even stronger than Zhou Dao's mountaineering imprint.

"Peace...peace...the hope of this life!"

Li Zangfeng murmured, as if at the end of the night, he finally saw that ray of light.

rumbling...

Suddenly, the phantom of the ancient Taoist temple dissipated in an instant, and then, the floating cloud shattered, and a golden light flew from the Lingjian Mountain and broke through the air.

"That is……"

"The sword marks left by Mijueluo actually flew away?"

"The headmaster of Longhushan, he lost his imprint to a junior, so he doesn't want to stay here?"

The elder of the hidden courtyard couldn't help but be stunned, this scene was beyond his expectations.

"Mijuro!"

Li Zangfeng's eyes sank slightly, chewing on the name.

Even as Jianzhu, he was deeply jealous of the headmaster of Longhu Mountain, who was his senior brother's great enemy.

Today, Zhou Dao's mountain climbing marks may have attracted the attention of the first person in the Dao sect.

Lingzhao Mountain, the Imperial Palace.

The situation changed suddenly, in front of the majestic palace, the sea of ​​clouds churned and the waves were treacherous.

Ye Miaoxian was dressed in palace makeup, beautiful and moving, and behind him stood a young man, who was Wu Xuanxin.

"With your current strength, it's just wishful thinking to deal with Zhou Dao."

"That's why I want to use the power of the Imperial Palace." Wu Xuanxin gritted his teeth.

Ye Miaoxian was noncommittal: "Little devil, why are you?"

call……

When Wu Xuanxin raised his hand, a black shadow flew out from his sleeve and fell heavily on the ground.

It was a man, covered in blood. I don't know what kind of abuse he suffered, his skin was ripped apart, and every good part of his body made a roar like a beast.

"Wu Cangshan!?" Ye Miaoxian glanced.

"The essence of Ye Kong was three that day. In order to show my sincerity, I am willing to dedicate Wucang Mountain." Wu Xuan gritted his teeth.

This was the path that Lu Xianyang pointed out for him, and he had to do it even if 10,000 people were unwilling.

"What about you?" Ye Miaoxian said lightly.

The essence of Ye Kong is divided into three parts, which are obtained by Wu Cangshan, Wu Xuanxin and Qi Hao respectively.

"I……"

rumbling...

Suddenly, the sky shook, and a golden light shot into the sky, which was fleeting, causing the Imperial Palace to tremble.

Ye Miaoxian's expression changed, and a piece of information came, which made her pretty face appear shocked.

"I didn't expect that kid to go so far, and it's a good way to leave a mark on the mountain." Ye Miaoxian murmured.

Wu Xuanxin pricked up his ears, wondering what happened.

After a while, Ye Miaoxian took a deep breath and hid the thoughts in her heart.

"Prince Yuan's luck is righteous, and you have all been enemies with him. Although you have been defeated many times, you can survive a hundred battles. In fact, you are all his nemesis."

Ye Miaoxian's voice became extremely mysterious.

"As long as he fails once, he is doomed."

As she spoke, Ye Miaoxian tapped her jade hand lightly, and a ray of light flickered, submerging into Wucang Mountain's body.

The latter roared, his body shook, and the scars all over the place healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Wu Xuan Xin..." Wu Cangshan regained his strength, his eyes flickering fiercely, and he shouted violently.

"Your enemy is Zhou Dao." Ye Miaoxian said lightly.

"Go, now is the chance."

When Ye Miaoxian waved his hand, Wu Xuanxin and Wu Cangshan disappeared.

The mountain wind is hunting, blowing the sea of ​​​​clouds and changing, just like the red dust in the world, with a variety of expressions.

"Palace Master, you sent those two boys to the Lost Graveyard?" Elder Tian Xing walked over.

"Their strength is insignificant, but they can help God Chu and lead Zhou Dao."

"Zhou Tian Xuanzong... Are they really sure that they can inherit everything from that man?" Elder Tian Xing had some doubts.

"Back then, he founded Zhou Tianxuanzong to prevent one day when he was absent, and everything of King Yuan could not fall into the hands of others." Ye Miaoxian was referring to Zhou Xuan.

In fact, Zhou Xuan was very ambitious back then, and he had already intentionally ended the Yuanwang Dharma Conference.

He left Zhou Tianxuanzong, no matter who came to the throne of Yuan Wang again later, with Zhou Tianxuanzong, he could deprive him of everything.

God of Chu is the descendant of Zhou Tianxuanzong.

In a sense, he is the successor of Zhou Xuan's will.

"Back then, after that man died, Zhou Tianxuanzong was divided into two, are they really sure?" Elder Tianxing asked again.

"Zhou Tianxuanzong is divided into [Mingmai] and [Hidden Vein]. After so many years of slaughter, the hidden veins have long been wiped out, and everything is naturally controlled by the bright veins. If it wasn't for their help back then, how could Kong'er absorb the power of Yuan Wang?" Ye Miaoxian said lightly.

In fact, when Zhou Xuan was surrounded and killed, there was also a shadow of Mingmai.

Later, Zhou Tianxuanzong split, and Mingmai killed Zhou Xuan's most loyal hidden channel. Now, Zhoutian Xuanzong has completely fallen into the hands of Mingmai.

"Palace Master, you seem to believe in that young man named Chu Shen..."

Elder Tianxing bowed his body and asked a meaningful sentence.

Ye Miaoxian looked at the sea of ​​clouds in front of her without turning her head.

"Of course I should trust him."

That sigh sounded lingeringly, revealing a little tenderness.

Dragon Tiger Mountain.

In front of an ancient well.

Cang Yue hangs high, reflected in the ancient well, and the phantom floats and ripples.

An old man in a Taoist robe sat beside the ancient well.

Suddenly, a ray of golden light broke through the clouds and landed in front of him.

"When King Shiyuan...is an amazing little guy." The old man whispered, revealing a playful smile.

hum...

Suddenly, that ray of golden light wriggled and turned into a sharp sword mark, and faintly, a dragon and tiger sword intent floated.

Today, there is only one person who can leave a sword mark for taking back Mijueluo, of course.

"Go with the flow."

With a wave of Mijueluo's hand, that ray of golden light disappeared into the well, and disappeared into the depths like a swimming fish.

No one knows how many years later ~www.mtlnovel.com~ this opportunity will fall into whose hands.

"Master, has someone moved your brand?"

At this moment, a young man walked slowly, his face could not be said to be handsome, but the temperament between his eyebrows was special, natural as the universe, noble as the sky, brilliant above, not to be attached to.

Up and down Longhu Mountain, there is only one person who is qualified to be called Master Mijueluo.

Wang Tong!

This is known as the most terrifying existence among the younger generation of Taoism today.

"Jianzhu's disciple is quite interesting. He has already shown his fangs. I am afraid that he will be your rival in the future." Mijueluo said indifferently.

"Future?" Wang Tong shook his head: "People in the world, who has the future, only rely on me to make a decision."

Mijueluo laughed when he heard the words.

Such arrogance appeared to Wang Tong, which seemed quite natural.

"In today's world, the only person who is qualified to stand in front of me... is Lin Jie..." Wang Tong whispered, a figure appeared in his mind, three points of arrogance, seven points of evil charm.

"Master, what chance do you think I have?" Wang Tong asked suddenly.

"If Lin Jie is just Lin Jie, you have a 90% chance of winning." Mijueluo said solemnly.

"Unfortunately, he is still the disciple of the old drunk... So, you only have a 50% chance of winning."

As he spoke, Mijueluo's eyes sank slightly, and he looked at the wine gourd hanging on the dead tree branch beside the ancient well, and a complicated look appeared on his old face.

"Wang Tong."

"Master?"

"In this life, let's kill their lineage."

The night wind howled, blowing through the clouds, covering the bright moon.

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