The mood of the green-robed old man was extremely shocked and unbelievable, and his eyes were filled with surprise and surprise.

He couldn't even believe his ears, thinking he had heard it wrong.

But it was Divine Soul Transmission, which was directly printed in his mind, and there was no need to listen with ears.

His eyes ran across the ruined valley, looking into the depths of the valley, falling on a simple and dark broken sword.

When he saw the pitch-black mouth, the ancient broken sword, his expression changed drastically, and his excitement stopped.

"Huh!"

In the next instant, the old man in the green robe could no longer contain his excitement, teleported to the corner of the valley, holding the broken sword with both hands.

"Excalibur! It is indeed the excalibur of the teacher!

Just now, I felt the breath of the divine sword in the boundless world, which made me feel distressed... I thought it was an illusion, but I didn't expect it to be true!

It's incredible! After a lapse of thousands of years, I unexpectedly saw the mentor's divine sword again! "

The old man in the green robe was red with excitement, and even the goatee on his chin was trembling.

He held the broken sword in both hands, knelt facing the east, bowed respectfully three times, and paid a great salute.

After the salute, he stood up, held the broken sword in both hands, rubbed it lightly, and said with a trembling voice: "The funeral, is it really you?"

Among the broken sword, the voice of Funeral Sky was heard immediately, as low and majestic as ever.

"Of course it's me! Little Ye Zi, I haven't seen you in a thousand years, and I didn't expect to meet you here. It's really good fortune, and it's unpredictable!"

The old man in Qingpao nodded his head again and again, and said in deep agreement: "Yes! Thousands of years, it seems like a flick of a finger... Uh, right, Funeral, you just said that saving people is important?"

While talking, he turned his head and looked to his side, and saw a handsome young man covered in blood lying on the ground.

That young man was Ji Tianxing, who had been in a coma.

When the old man in Qingpao and Mingye Mo commander were fighting together, the funeral sky carried him with the broken sword and hid in the corner of the valley before he was killed by the aftermath of the battle.

The green-robed old man frowned and looked at Ji Tianxing, his eyes filled with doubts: "This young man... why is he familiar?"

While talking, he waved his hand and shot a soft blue light, and pulled the hair covering Ji Tianxing's face away to get rid of the blood on his face.

When the old man in Qingpao saw his true face, he suddenly shook his body, and when his legs were soft, he knelt down and bowed, "Ah! It turned out to be grace..."

However, the funeral time transmission stopped him, "Stop! He is not, you have admitted the wrong person!"

The green-robed old man suddenly stiffened, his eyes fixed on the unconscious Ji Tianxing, and he said in confusion, "Uh...Sure enough, I was so excited that I made a mistake.

There is still a difference between the two, this young man is still too tender, unable to cultivate the sword intent of the sky.

However, their figures and looks are too similar, right? "

Funeral said in a low tone: "This kid has inherited his blood and heritage, of course they are very similar."

"That's it!" The old man in Qingpao suddenly realized, showing a look of envy on his face.

Funeral Tian continued: "Little Ye Zi, don't froze anymore, think of a way to save him!

His injury is too serious, and if he delays for some time, he may be left behind. "

Hearing Funeral's instructions, the old man in Qingpao nodded without hesitation: "Okay!"

He stretched out his hands, hugged Ji Tianxing, who was unconscious, turned around and stepped into the barrier gate.

Funeral Tian controlled the broken sword and followed him closely.

After the green-robed old man and Broken Sword entered Wuyajie, the dark blue light curtain that covered the sky and sun disappeared immediately.

The valley returned to its original appearance, and endless soil emerged, filling the ravines and pits.

All kinds of exotic flowers and plants also poured out like a tide, covering the earth.

The valley became alive again, as if nothing had happened.

...

The reclusive place of the old man in green robe is called Wuyajie.

This is an independent space of different degrees, the area of ​​which is very large, with a radius of 10,000 miles.

In the boundless world, there are no four seasons, and there will always be a breeze and sunny spring.

The sky is as blue as washing, floating with colorful clouds.

There are undulating dark green mountains, endless flat grasslands, huge mirror-like lakes, and large rivers that meander.

In this space, heaven and earth are extremely rich, condensed into multicolored spiritual clouds, often raining heavy spiritual liquid.

The mountains and rivers and the land are full of rare and rare flowers and trees.

Those flowers, plants, and spirit trees are all valuable medicinal materials that can refine all kinds of panacea.

Holding Ji Tianxing in his arms, the old man in Qingpao stepped across the sky for a thousand meters, across a vast and boundless grassland, and flew to the distant mountains.

That piece of high mountain-lined mountains is a top spiritual treasure land.

The highest mountain is 10,000 meters high, which is truly indomitable.

On the top of the mountain is the vast sea of ​​clouds, and the old man in Qingpao lives on the top of the mountain, surrounded by the sea of ​​clouds.

There are dozens of rare and rare elixir nurseries on the hilltop clearing within a radius of thirty miles, which have been built into a medicine garden.

In the depths of the medicine garden, there is a dark golden palace named Wuya Palace.

This ancient palace is made of rare requiem and nourishing trees.

Its appearance is simple and majestic. Although it is not luxurious, it contains the hermit temperament of indifferent to fame and fortune, and it has extremely powerful therapeutic effects.

Living in the Wuya Palace, you can calm your soul and rejuvenate your soul, quietly nurture your soul, strengthen your strength, and enhance your strength.

This is definitely an excellent place for countless strong people to dream of!

The old man in the green robe held Ji Tianxing and entered the Wuya Palace ~lightnovelpub.net~ and settled him in a secret room with soft blue light, on a wooden bed of requiem.

"Swish!"

The green-robed old man pinched the magic formula with both hands, hitting a round of blue light, and injected it into Ji Tianxing's body to help him remove blood from his body and check his injury.

Halfway through the spell, he suddenly discovered something, and his face was suddenly surprised.

"Huh... this kid, not only has he inherited the blood of his mentor, he is also pregnant with a green wood spirit body?

He only has the strength of the first level of Soul Refining Realm, so he can even fight against that powerful Demon Race? That guy has eight levels of strength in the Soul Refining Realm!

This is incredible! "

Broken Sword was floating beside him, silently watching Ji Tianxing's situation.

Hearing the words of the old man in Qingpao, Funeral said in a calm tone: "His special feature is more than that, otherwise how can he inherit the inheritance of the sword god?

However, you should heal him first and be sure to wake him up as soon as possible. About him, I will tell you slowly in the future. "

The old man in Qingpao nodded, and stopped to say anything, and continued to cast spells to treat Ji Tianxing's injuries.

He manipulated the green wood power between heaven and earth, and gave Ji Tianxing several soul-level pills he refined.

After just half a day, Ji Tianxing's internal and external injuries have been handled by him, and the situation has stabilized.

Next, Ji Tianxing will have to sleep and rest for ten days before the injury can gradually recover, and the overdrawn spirit can wake up.

(End of this chapter)

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