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756 Sword Tomb

Fan Wuwu's words made Fan Wuwu stunned. Immediately, a sound of laughter came from his mouth, and the sound echoed throughout the Wanjian Hall.

After a while, Fan Wujie stopped his laughter and said disdainfully: "I admit that Luo Yun does have some means, but with his strength, it is impossible to know without anyone knowing. God unknowingly steals spiritual resources and cultivates resources. "

"This Wanjian Mountain is shrouded in sword formations. The strength of these sword formations, I do n’t need to say anything, you also know deeply, not to say that Luo Yun, even you, ca n’t force it to break through. Not to mention stealing secretly. "

After Fan Wujie finished speaking, he still had some doubts when he saw Fan Wuchen. He could not help but sneered. He saw that he came to Fan Wuchen and opened his right hand, revealing a gray-black sword seal.

"This is ..." Fan Wuchen suddenly froze.

"When Luo Yun left Wanjian Pavilion, I planted a sword seal on him, and he could keep track of his whereabouts anytime, anywhere. During the time he experienced, I didn't feel that he had returned to Wanjian Pavilion." Fan Wujie said confidently, without even realizing that his proud sword seal was removed by Chu Xingyun from the beginning.

"It's still the prophet's foresight."

Such words made Fan Wuchen give up this idea. He paused for a while and then asked: "Since the patriarch has planted the sword seal, why not directly trace Luo Yun's whereabouts?"

"Since Luoyun entered the ancient star secret realm, this sword seal has lost its effectiveness. No matter how I urge it, it will not resonate. It must be the heaven and earth vision of the ancient star secret realm, which destroys the integrity of the sword seal." Fan Wujie sighed and said, why he didn't want to use the sword seal to track Chu Xingyun's whereabouts, but the sword seal had been destroyed, and there was no movement at all.

Fan Wuchen also sighed rather disappointedly, sighing: "I thought that after Luo Yun won the championship, Wanjian Pavilion would usher in the day of rise. Unexpectedly, so many things happened in just a few days."

"Indeed, these things happened too suddenly, and it was totally unpredictable." Fan Wujie closed his eyes slightly. When he opened, he swept the helplessness on his face and said quietly: "In any case, Luo Yun will finally help We have won the position of the leader of six comparisons. "

"Although his whereabouts are unknown now, the initiative to allocate resources belongs to us. As long as we make good use of these ten years, our Wanjian Pavilion can still rise strong!"

Fan Wujie's words are very confident and full of enthusiasm, making Fan Wujie even helpless and no longer worried.

As for the encounter with Lin Tianchong in the Holy Star City, Fan Wujie did not mention it.

In his eyes, the appearance of Lin Tianchong was just a coincidence. It had nothing to do with Chu Xingyun, nor could it be Chu Xingyun's helper.

In view of this, since he returned to Wanjian Pavilion, he completely forgot the existence of Lin Tianchong and regarded the latter as a hidden world powerhouse who traveled the world, and did not remember it.

The two continued to talk for a long time. After Fan Wuchen left, Fan Wujie didn't leave. He stood quietly in the middle of the hall, raised his head, and his eyes flashed finely, as if he was constantly thinking about something.

As the sun sinks in the west mountain, a bright and bright moon slowly rises to the center of the night dome.

The night came down and enveloped the entire Wanjian Pavilion, dispelling the hustle and bustle of the day and allowing everyone to quietly fall asleep.

At this time, Fan Wujie's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, the sword light passed by, and the darkness of the night was suddenly cut through.

He raised his head, looked at the night dome, and then flew away, and ran away from the Wanjian Hall.

What makes people feel weird is that Brahman Wucao's manner is very careful. Between the flashes of his body, he is cautiously hiding his breath, just like a ghost, floating silently in the dark night.

Eventually, he came under a cliff.

Fan Wujie glanced around cautiously and saw no one following him. Then he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His right palm turned, and a shadow of shimmering shimmering light appeared.

This sword shadow is like a cloud and mist, as if it will disappear anytime and anywhere. As soon as it comes into contact with the rugged cliff, the misty sword light will easily sink into the cliff, and at the same time, a dazzling halo will permeate through the mountain wall Appeared in front of Brahma.

Without any hesitation, Fan Wujie walked towards the halo. When his figure was completely submerged in the halo, the halo suddenly disappeared, and the entire wall was restored to its original appearance.

After entering the halo, Fan Wuwu's sense of shining brightened, and a moment later, the light gradually faded.

In his field of vision, there was an open and flat ground, with a thick mist floating in the void. At first glance, it looked like a fairyland, with a sense of mystery everywhere.

On the flat ground, the scenery is definitely different.

I saw the vast expanse of flat ground, and inserted this handle-handled sword upside down, either a epee, a sword, or a long sword. The number is huge, like a forest, standing everywhere, at a glance Can't see the end.

This space seems to have no creatures, barrenness, chaos, nothing, nothing in the void, only countless thousands of swords.

Fan Wujie didn't seem to be unfamiliar with this place, and stepped forward.

Directly in front of him, on the barren earth, a sword of Lingtian was inserted there, just like the eternal existence of the ancient times, and it has been standing here.

On the sword of Ling Tian, ​​there is an endless end to the sword of light, as if this sword is the embodiment of light, the ultimate, eternal, just glance at it, as if you can feel the ultimate sword light rising into the sky, To destroy Jiuxiao.

Under the sword of Lingtian, there stands a stone platform. Above the stone platform, sits a middle-aged man in white clothes, negative sword, his presence gives a very strange feeling, just like There is no such thing, already integrated into Jianguang.

If Chu Xingyun is here, when he sees the middle-aged man in white clothes, he will be able to recognize it at a glance. This person is really the sword spirit of the legendary ancient sword.

As soon as he saw the middle-aged man in white clothes, Fan Wuluo's pace slowed down a lot. When he walked to Shitai, as the master of Wanjian Pavilion, he actually bowed slightly and said in a soft voice: "Visiting at night, I still look old Ancestors forgive sins. "

In the old days, the legendary ancient sword and the black hole epee battled. After defeat, the sword spirit feared the power of the black hole epee, and abandoned the sword body, so he fled, and created the Wanjian Pavilion.

To a certain extent, Jian Ling is the first patriarch of Wanjian Pavilion, and Fan Wujie called him an ancestor.

"Wanjian Pavilion has such a big event, you come here late at night, it's understandable." Bai Yi middle-aged opened his eyes, and there was a hint of helplessness in his voice.

He said: "Since the creation of Wanjian Pavilion, I have guarded the sword mound alone and silently guarded Wanjian Pavilion, but this time it is quite strange, and even I have failed to find the thief."

"Even the ancestors can't break through, is it said that the thief is the emperor of the Wu Emperor?" Upon hearing this, Fan Wu panicked.

The middle-aged man in white is the sword spirit of the legendary ancient sword. His strength is unmatched. It is the ultimate light. He who can evade his detectives and stolen thieves is probably the only Wuhuang strongman.

"I don't know if the Emperor Wuhuang is strong, but I know the one who steals the spirit veins." The middle-aged man in white clothes paused suddenly, and his face suddenly became dignified. He said: "That seems to be a python. It is very common, but this python can feed on the spirit veins, and it can also embody the spirit veins, so as to be false. "

"Eating on the Spirit Vessel, can you still transform into the Spirit Vein?" Fan Wujie felt incredible, but he knew that the middle-aged man in white would never speak deceit. In the world, there are still such strange spirit beasts, he is still the first Heard this time.

"Since the ancestor found this python, why didn't he shoot it and kill him on the spot?" Fan Wujie converged and looked at the middle-aged man in white.

But seeing that the middle-aged man in white was silent for a long time, there was no sign of a bitter smile on his face, but he said helplessly: "This python has a huge beginning, I am afraid to kill it."