Chapter 225: Opening the sky with one sword, qualifications for Emperor Wu [Third update, please give me your monthly vote]

Jiang Changsheng could hear Mu Lingluo's inner voice, and the spiritual thoughts on the golden scales and jade leaves could also sense that there was no other spiritual intelligence in the Prisoner of Heaven Monument just now.

Mu Xuangang asked nervously: "May I ask the gods, what is the inheritance?"

Jiang Changsheng's voice sounded again: "You'd better not know, lest you get into trouble."

When Mu Xuangang heard this, he quickly shut up. He stood up and walked to the entrance of the cave to wait.

Jiang Changsheng used the dreaming technique to enter Mu Lingluo's dream. Mu Linluo was not dreaming, but his current state was the same as a dream, so the dreaming technique was feasible.

Jiang Changsheng came to a piece of red land. The land was desolate and yellow sand rolled into the sky. Mu Lingluo stood on the ground blankly. Jiang Changsheng appeared behind her and followed her gaze. It was extremely dark at the end of the world and there was a tower.

A stone monument stands like a pillar of heaven, and I don't know how high it is.

"What the hell is this place?"

Mu Lingluo murmured to himself, his words full of uneasiness.

Jiang Changsheng patted her shoulder, which scared her so much that she immediately jumped away. When she turned around and saw it was Jiang Changsheng, she did not relax.

"Who are you?" Mu Lingluo said in a deep voice, frowning.

Jiang Changsheng smiled and said: "You have even forgotten me? Don't worry, I came here through a dream, and I am here to accompany you to obtain this inheritance."

After hearing this, Mu Lingluo was still doubtful.

Jiang Changsheng was satisfied with her attitude and said: "Let's go together. If you are worried, we can keep a distance. There is a memory set up in this inheritance. He will talk to you, but he can't see me, and you don't have to

If you are too afraid of him, he is just an afterimage of your memory. No matter how you ask him or contact him, he will respond to you with a fixed answer."

As soon as he entered the dreamland, Jiang Changsheng's spiritual thoughts swept through him and he figured out the other party.

Although Mu Linluo was surprised, she still chose to nod, and just then she went out, and the two of them walked towards the distant stone monument together.

Mu Lingluo couldn't help but ask: "Brother Changsheng, if it's really you, could it be that you arranged this inheritance for me?"

She felt that it couldn't be such a coincidence. She had encountered crises and opportunities in the past, but Jiang Changsheng never showed up. Even if this time was special and his consciousness entered the inherited memory, it shouldn't be such a coincidence.

Jiang Changsheng said: "It doesn't matter whether it is or not. Seize it well. This opportunity is not easy."

It is indeed not simple!

Although it is just an afterimage of a memory, it can be seen that the owner of the Heaven Prison Monument is very powerful, probably stronger than all the warriors in the world.

The Prisoner of Heaven Monument in the distance is at least five feet high, which is extremely exaggerated.

This reminded Jiang Changsheng of Ye Xundi's Wild Dao Divine Yuan Gong. Ye Xundi could also use his true energy to condense into a stone tablet, but the two tablets were different.

As Mu Lingluo moved forward, she chatted with Jiang Changsheng. As they chatted, she knew that this was her Changsheng brother and not an illusion.

Jiang Changsheng's temperament and tone are difficult to imitate.

That kind of omniscient and enigmatic state of being is obviously her immortal brother.

Even though she knew this, she did not get close to Jiang Changsheng. It was always a good thing to be careful.

Before the two of them could reach the Heaven-Prisoning Monument, there was a huge earthquake. Shocking and terrifying cracks appeared on the ground, which quickly expanded into canyons. Mu Lingluo was so shocked that he flew high into the sky. Jiang Changsheng was very calm and stopped where he was, with his feet dangling in the air.

Still didn't fall down.

Seeing that he was okay, Mu Lingluo turned around and saw her eyes widened with a look of astonishment on her face.

The Prisoner of Heaven Monument turned into an extremely huge stone sword, standing at the end of the world. On the sword grid, there was a figure with his back leaning on the hilt. He was as small as dust on the stone sword, but his momentum was extremely powerful.

Mu Linluo's eyes immediately locked onto him.

"Junior, do you recognize this sword?"

An indifferent loud voice sounded, deafening.

Mu Lingluo frowned. Of course she had never seen him before, but she was afraid of saying the wrong thing.

"Brother Changsheng said just now..."

Mu Lingluo's eyes flickered, and she said, "Who are you?"

"My name is not important, and my martial arts should not be buried."

Hearing this, Mu Lingluo couldn't help but look at Jiang Changsheng with doubt in his eyes.

Jiang Changsheng smiled and said, "What you said has nothing to do with this situation."

Mu Lingluo looked at the huge stone sword again and said, "You'd better bury it."

"Hahaha, in the wild land, my Lord is ups and downs. Junior, was there a Martial Emperor in your time?"

Mu Lingluo raised his eyebrows and followed, "Can you hurry up?"

"What is Martial Emperor? Martial Emperor is the highest state of martial arts. It is a powerful force that unifies a clan and can shake the rules of heaven and earth."

"Brother Changsheng, he has really fixed his way of speaking. It's really interesting."

"Very good. It seems that you have the consciousness to accept the inheritance. Junior, pull out this sword. As long as you can do it, you will receive my inheritance."

"Brother Changsheng, who is better between him and you?"

Facing Mu Linluo's curiosity, Jiang Changsheng smiled and said nothing.

The mysterious voice no longer sounded.

Mu Lingluo took off and flew above the huge stone sword. Jiang Changsheng followed closely behind, and they saw the man.

This man has disheveled hair and is wearing a robe made of animal skins. His face is full of vicissitudes of life, his eyes are closed tightly, and there is a very long scar running across his eyelids. His eyelids are sunken. He has his arms folded in front of his chest. His white hair is flying, and his whole body is spreading.

With an ancient atmosphere.

That's right, a person actually exudes an ancient aura.

This kind of aura is not simply about old age, but when you see this person, you can feel that he comes from a long time ago and has been tempered over the years.

Mu Lingluo looked away, and she flew to the scabbard. The scabbard alone was like a mountain. She held it down with both hands and tried her best, but she couldn't pull it out at all.

She tried several times, but nothing worked.

Jiang Changsheng said: "Drawing the sword does not mean pulling it out forcefully. Don't forget, this is not reality."

When Mu Lingluo heard this, she immediately understood. She flew to Jiang Changsheng's side and looked at the huge stone sword again, her eyes becoming firm.

A firm belief emerged in her heart that she must draw this sword.

She is a genius in her own right. She has almost never encountered setbacks since she was a child. She is arrogant deep down in her heart, so this belief is very strong. Almost as soon as it appeared, the huge stone sword began to tremble.

Dust flew and the earth shook.

The figure above the sword grid stood up straight, lowered his hands, turned to look at Mu Lingluo, and said: "Okay, I didn't expect that there would be someone with such faith after all this time. Junior, you are qualified to receive my inheritance."

"Remember my name, I am Emperor Qi Tianwu. This sword is called the Sword of Qi Tian. It can help you control the heavens and the outside. Never abandon it."

The mysterious voice sounded again, with a vicissitude of tone, but full of soaring pride.

The world was shattered, and Jiang Changsheng's dream-telling technique was interrupted.

Mu Lingluo opened her eyes, and her eyes burst out with red light. The Heaven Prisoner Sword in her hand exuded majestic luck, attracting martial arts spiritual energy to flow into her body. Martial arts figures began to appear in her pupils.

Different moves, quick flash switching.

Jiang Changsheng, who was far away in the Earth Spirit Tree, was calculating in his mind:

"I want to know how strong Emperor Qi Tianwu was when he was alive?"

[Cannot be calculated temporarily and is not within the system detection range]

It's just impossible to calculate, but it does exist.

Jiang Changsheng suspected that Emperor Wu's body was still there and that Emperor Wu's body was immortal.

Different from the inheritance Lin Haotian encountered before, that inheritance only had skills and no magic weapons.

The divine thoughts on the golden scales and jade leaves could feel Mu Lingluo's power rising sharply.

This is inheritance, which not only teaches people how to fish, but also helps them transform!

Jiang Changsheng landed on the ground and asked: "Miss Ji, have you ever heard of imprisoning Emperor Tianwu?"

Hearing this, Ji Wujun moved her eyes away from the paper in her hand. She looked at Jiang Changsheng and said: "I know that there are dozens of emperors of different eras recorded in the ancient scriptures of the Holy Dynasty. Of course, these are not all, just the Holy Dynasty.

As the Chao Dynasty knows, Emperor Qi Tianwu is an extremely ancient Emperor Wu, and his deeds are also widely circulated among the human race. However, the world does not know his real name, and regards him as the god who opened the sky. Legend has it that at the beginning of the world, it was extremely dark, and there was a god and a sword.

Opening the sky brings light to the world. The God who opens the sky refers to Emperor Qi Tianwu. He is a master of martial arts. He cuts the sky with one sword and kills the powerful demon saint who obscures the bright sun, bringing light to the world."

The legend also attracted the attention of others.

Ji Wujun then said: "Most of the legends of immortals and gods in the world are the work of ancient warriors, but they have been exaggerated from generation to generation. Of course, there are also real immortals and gods, and that is you."

She looked at Jiang Changsheng with a look full of enthusiasm. She really wanted to know about the world of immortals, but Bai Qi had asked before and Jiang Changsheng didn't answer, so she didn't dare to ask more questions.

Ye Xundi asked curiously: "How strong is the Qi Tian Martial Emperor? How high does it rank among the Martial Emperors of all eras?"

Ji Wujun shook his head and said: "I don't know, at least the top five. After all, opening the sky with one sword is something that many Martial Emperors have never done."

Jiang Changsheng thought of Lin Haotian's Invincible Reincarnation Sutra, and asked: "Is there a Martial Emperor who is named after Invincible or Reincarnation?"

Ji Wujun nodded and said: "Indeed, there was a Martial Emperor from ten thousand years ago. He swept the world and was invincible. Even other Martial Emperors of the era were no match for him. His most famous achievement was to resurrect an ancient Martial Emperor and then bring him to the throne.
To be continued...