Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors Chapter 798

Three thousand miles across the Daqin border.

A deep valley, looking to penetrate, but no end in sight.

The densely packed broken swords of the remnants were inserted into the deep valleys, some were rusted, some were cracked, some were already weathered, as if they would crumble at any time... and some were petrified and integrated with the rock walls of the earth.

"This is the legendary [Sword Buried Valley]... It's really impressive."

Wang Ling stuck his head out and couldn't help sighing.

Such a spectacular sight, he could not see in the capital.

"Be careful, do you think this is going to the vegetable market?"

At this moment, next to him, a big man with bare chest and arms grabbed Wang Ling, preventing him from going any further.

"Brother Xiong, what's wrong?" Wang Ling didn't know why.

"Do you know the origin of the Buried Sword Valley?" Xiong Yier rolled his eyes at him and asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know." Wang Ling shook his head blankly.

All he knew was that the Valley of Buried Swords was a wonderland on the frontier.

As early as when he first entered the Town Demon Division, Wang Ling wanted to come and see it.

In recent days, Zhou Dao has been unable to retreat, so he was free and brought Xiong Yier over here.

Also a black flag envoy, Xiong Yi Er was under the command of True Monarch Void, and he knew Wang Ling well.

"This is an ancient battlefield." Xiong Yier said solemnly.

Three thousand years ago, the Great Qin Taizu was born, the situation gathered, and the world's masters were at a glance, destroying the Great Zhou royal family with the trend of destroying the dead.

Although the country is dead, the blood is still there.

At that time, the last bloodline of the Da Zhou royal family, who was only seven years old, was escorted by a great master, out of the customs, and killed all the way to the border Jedi.

Having said that, Xiong Yi Er was slightly silent.

"This great master is so famous that he was one of the most powerful beings in the world in his days like the Great Qin Taizu..."

"The strongest existence!?" Wang Ling couldn't help but be moved.

The times create heroes. Three thousand years ago, it was the time when the spirits of the bells converged and the luck and luck were unified in ancient times.

In those years, I don't know how many unparalleled masters have been created, and there are endless varieties of people who are compatible with the Tao.

It would be terrifying to be called the strongest at that time.

"That great master is one of the only surviving elders of the Great Zhou royal family, and the world calls him the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords."

"He killed all the way, and was invincible. I don't know how many masters of Da Qin were killed, including even old friends of Qin Taizu."

"He escorted the blood of the Dazhou royal family, and killed his former friend. Qin Taizu was so angry that he wanted to come in person..."

"However, he had already ascended the throne at that time. He is not the same as before, and his status is precious. How can he kill him in person?" Xiong Yier said solemnly.

"On that day, the two masters came out of the capital and went outside the fortress, blocking the way of the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords."

"Could it be..." Wang Ling's heart moved slightly.

"Tian Gang Di Sha!" Xiong Yi Er spat out two names.

Those were the founders of the two great forces of Yu Yao and Zhen Mo, and the two most terrifying masters around the Great Qin Taizu.

"Three people are fighting here, the world changes color, and all ages are shocked..." There was deep awe in Xiong Yi'er's eyes.

Because of that battle, the terrain outside the frontier fortress changed accordingly.

The Lord of Ten Thousand Swords, his strength is terrifying, and with a single thought, he can drive the world's magic weapons.

Millions of divine soldiers are hiding here, almost overwhelming the heaven and earth.

"This is where the Buried Sword Valley came from." Xiong Yier sighed.

Three thousand years have passed, the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords has long since annihilated the world, and now, there are very few people in this world who even remember him.

As for Tiangang Disha, it has become a legend passed down by word of mouth around the world.

However, the millions of methods in the Valley of Buried Swords were left behind.

"There are a lot of top-notch stuff here, and there are often daring monks who come here to hunt treasures, wanting to find a great magic sword." Xiong Yier showed a tacit smile.

This is an extremely huge chain of interests. The magic swords shipped from the [Buried Swords Valley] are all of the highest quality.

"Why do you have to be bold?" Wang Ling asked inexplicably.

rumbling...

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

Not far away, the sky-high firelight swayed a mushroom-like cloud, engulfing all the monks nearby.

The screams were endless, and in the fierce sword light flames, they all turned into white bones, permanently staying in the Valley of Buried Swords, and became the burial of these magic swords.

"Because of this." Xiong Yi or two pointed.

"Endless Magic Sword, after three thousand years of transformation, some cores have long been broken, and a slight touch will cause disaster..."

"Some are infected with the evil spirits of heaven and earth, and the killing is extremely heavy, and ordinary people can't grasp it at all..."

"There are some swords that are even more outrageous, and can even transform into a human form to confuse people..."

Xiong Yi Er shook his head. In short, seeking a life in Sword Burial Valley requires both strength, luck, and vision...

Just relying on luck, those who want to break out of the world will stay here sooner or later.

"What? Are you tempted?" Xiong Yier asked with a smile, looking at Wang Ling's eager expression.

Buried Sword Valley, there are endless magic swords, magic tools, spiritual tools, and even Taoist tools... everything is available, but how to harvest depends on personal fate.

hum…

Suddenly, a fierce sword light shot up into the sky, the sky swayed, the red flame turned into a flaming bird, spread its wings and flew high, and the scorching wind blew across the deep valley.

"That's... a top-quality spirit sword." Xiong Yi'er's expression changed slightly.

The top-quality spirit sword is already the top among many magic swords.

After all, there are only peerless spirit swords and Taoist weapons that can stabilize one end, and those treasures are not for everyone to meet.

"Yanquejian...hahaha...not bad!"

The deafening laughter echoed in the world, attracting envious glances.

The phantom of the flaming bird that supported the sky dissipated, and a young man in Chinese clothing stood in the void, holding a red long sword in his hand, but it was infected with true flames, burning endlessly.

"Brother Wei is invincible."

A burst of cheers resounded, deafening.

"Wei Tianya!? It's really bad luck." Xiong Yi Er raised his eyes, saw the figure clearly, and his face sank immediately.

"let's go."

"Brother Xiong, who is he?"

"You'd better stay away from the little **** under True Monarch Jiuyao." Xiong Yier reminded.

Today, the grievances between the newly-promoted Dawn Swordsman and Jiuyao Zhenjun have long been an open secret in Zhen Mosi, and even the Void Zhenjun is regarded as the opposite of Jiuyao Zhenjun, and the atmosphere is extremely tense.

"Xiong Yi Er, why are you leaving in such a hurry?"

At this moment, a burst of laughter came from behind.

The fire was like a sword, and it was extremely fast in the blink of an eye. Wei Wuya steered the [Flame Sparrow Sword], almost ten times faster than usual, directly blocking their way.

"It's so fast!" Xiong Yi's expression changed slightly, and his heart skipped a beat.

The top-quality spirit sword is indeed extraordinary, Wei Wuya has only just mastered it, and his strength has increased so obviously.

"Old Bear, will you leave without saying hello? Why don't you come and **** new magic sword?"

Wei Wuya held the [Flame Sparrow Sword] in his hand, and his pride was about to come out, and his eyes were full of incomparable frivolity.

In the past, the strength of him and Xiong Yier was only on par, but now, with the help of this top-quality spirit sword in his hand, he stabilized his head, and there was no suspense.

"It's really lucky." Xiong Yi Er pouted, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Who doesn't want such a spirit sword?

"Luck is also a part of strength..." Wei Wuya smiled slightly, and suddenly, his eyes fell on Wang Ling next to him.

"Huh!? Under the command of Dawn Swordsman!?"

Wei Wuya looked at the corner of Wang Lingyi's clothes, the bright imprint of the small sword, and his eyes sank.

"Old Bear, if you are mixed up with this kind of thing, I'm afraid you will never have the luck like me in this life."

"What did you say?" Xiong Yi Er's expression turned cold and he said solemnly.

"What? You still dare to do it with me now?"

As he spoke, Wei Wuya shook the [Flaming Sparrow Sword] in his hand, the cold light shone like a fire, and the powerful pressure made everyone present feel suffocated and frightened.

"Old Bear, with great strength, he can speak louder, and speak in a lower voice in front of me in the future." Wei Wuya sneered.

"you…"

Xiong Yi Er's face was flushed red, and he was about to have a seizure.

"Hahaha, funny, really funny, stupid humans always like to fight infighting."

At this moment, a burst of wild laughter sounded.

In an instant, a stream of light intertwined and flooded from the sky, turning into a large net covering more than 500 miles.

"Mozong!?"

As soon as the words fell, terrifying breaths rose into the sky, so powerful that the spiritual sense locked everyone present.

The group of masters who suddenly appeared wore black armor, carried long swords, and had a black lotus-like mark on their eyebrows.

"Black Lotus Guard of Demon Sect... oops, run!"

When everyone saw this, their hearts sank.

The Black Lotus Guard is the top guard of the Demon Sect, and its members are all experts who are one-of-kind.

Once this well-trained and terrible armed force appears, it is almost a disaster.

When an ordinary master meets, there is no possibility of escape.

hum…

Almost immediately, Wei Wuya drove the [Flaming Sparrow Sword] into a flash of fire, like a meteor, soaring into the sky, and he was about to escape from here.

Let's go and try it. 】

"Senior Brother Wei, you... have you left us alone?"

Wei Wuya's subordinates shouted, showing despair.

Facing the Black Lotus Guard, Wei Wuya's first thought was of course self-protection. He had just obtained the [Flame Sparrow Sword], and he hadn't shown his strength yet, so how could he die here.

"It's really stupid, the turtle in the urn, still want to escape?"

A Demon Sect woman sneered, her red lips were like fire, her hands were sealed, her slender jade fingers swayed like a phantom, the French net in the sky shrank, and a thunderstorm fell.

rumbling...

Lei Guang was swift and raging like a rage, and after more than a dozen strokes, he finally captured Wei Wuya's figure.

"what…"

Wei Wuya screamed, the real flame sword that protected the body shattered, and thick black smoke rose from the body, falling from a very high place.

"Senior Brother Wei..."

Everyone looked up, watching the falling Wei Wuya, their hearts instantly sank to the bottom of the valley.

Even Wei Wuya, who owns the best spirit sword, can't escape, what hope do they have?

"What a waste of this superb spirit sword." The red-lipped woman chuckled.

"Don't dawdle with these wastes, kill them all."

The man at the head said solemnly, his eyes were cold and there was a deep scar on the back of his hand, just standing there, he would not be angry and arrogant.

As soon as the words fell, the red-lipped woman did not dare to neglect, the sky net fell, wrapped in the power of thunder, and it was about to kill everyone here.

The appearance in front of him looks like a falling fly swatter.

"I haven't had time to go shopping, it's not good for you to spoil things like this."

Suddenly, a danmo voice resounded between heaven and earth, and then, a figure slowly walked out of the crowd.

"Wang...Wang Ling...what are you doing?"

Xiong Yier looked at Wang Ling who was standing in front of him, his eyes trembled, and his face was blank and puzzled.

rumbling...

At this moment, a terrifying aura rose into the sky from Wang Ling's body, and suddenly, it was as if a big sun was swept across the sky.

The riotous thunder light danced wildly, like the wind and the clouds, shaking the deep valley.

The world seemed to have fallen into a dead silence, and all the horrified eyes fell on Wang Ling.

"He...he...this is his strength!?" Xiong Yier was stunned.

He originally thought that Wang Ling was nothing more than a newcomer to the town of demons, and he was just stunned, and he always regarded him as a newcomer.

Who would have thought that this kid had such a terrifying power hidden in his body.

"Dawn Jianjun's line... What's going on? Why are all the people who just came in so awkward?"

Xiong Yi Er was stunned, almost unable to control himself.

"Then...that's Wang Ling under the command of Dawn Jianjun?"

"It doesn't seem to be long since he joined the Town Magic Division. He was just promoted to the Black Flag Envoy not long ago. I heard that he still went through the back door."

"You've been kicked by a cow in your brain, and you have to go through the back door with this kind of strength? You're used to being walked by, right?"

"My mother, his strength is so terrifying? Everyone in this vein is perverted."

At this moment, the eyes of the masters of Zhenmo Division looking at Wang Ling are not right, and there is deep awe in the shock.

Even Wei Wuya couldn't help showing a strange look. He held the Yanque Sword and gradually felt a sense of powerlessness.

The breath that Wang Ling burst out just now even made him feel fear in an instant.

"I didn't expect a master from Zhen Mosi!" Xiao Jiuhan touched the scar on his arm, and his slightly narrowed eyes finally became sharp.

He seemed to have found something interesting.

"Just the momentum has broken my [Thundering French Open]!?" The red-lipped woman frowned slightly, and she no longer had the ease and complacence just now.

"Kill him, if you lose, you don't have to come back." Xiao Jiuhan said sternly.

"As ordered!"

The beautiful face of the red-lipped woman trembled slightly and walked out slowly.

"Master of the Town Demon Division, since you are strong, I will meet you."

The red-lipped woman stood in the air, her terrifying aura was extremely worthy of her petite figure.

At this moment, all the masters of the Demon Suppression Division pin their hopes on Wang Ling, and even Wei Wuya casts hopeful eyes on him.

Even if he didn't want to admit it, at this moment, in order to survive, he would like Wang Ling to be strong enough.

"I'm not trying to be strong."

At this moment ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Wang Ling's words made everyone fall into silence again, and his face gradually filled with doubts.

"Um!?"

"As a strong man, how can you allow a battle to end!?"

"Life and death determine the outcome, didn't you just beat him? You continue..."

Wang Lingmeng turned around, waved his fingers, and aimed at Wei Wuya.

"You are determined to live and die, we will come again."

Wang Ling's expression was sincere and sincere, and he gave Wei Wuya the respect and dignity of the strong.

Wei Wuya froze in place, and did not recover for a while, but when he felt the hostile gaze of the red-lipped woman, his face finally turned ashen.

"Wang Ling, you are riding a horse..."

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