In the past years, when I came in, I often gained something when I came to this place. At least I would dig out the Zhuhuo Ling Wood used to cast the eighth flying sword from here...

Moreover, the last time the ancestor passed on the inheritance was not completely dug, but because of his limited cultivation, he had to leave temporarily. This time, the eight flying swords gathered together, and it should be able to be completely completed...

“It’s true…”

After walking for a while, he suddenly saw a pile of rocks on the side of the road. Hong Yitian knew that the things he had hidden here last time had not been found.

I quickly followed the marks I made last time and searched all the way. After about half an hour, I found a small pit more than half a meter deep. If someone saw it, I would definitely not find anything. I would never have thought that there would be all the wealth of an old Dharma image hidden in it...

However, just as he was about to dig, Hong Yitian suddenly frowned, and he was about to take a step, looking behind him...

He seemed to look at the void and said with a cold face: "Follow them all the way secretly, and don't come out for me!"

But…

After the words came to an end, there was no one behind him, as if Hong Yitian was shouting at the void...

However, Hong Yitian's face was still cold, as if he was not giving up. Instead, his eyes narrowed slightly: "I'm giving you three breaths. If you don't come out, don't blame me for being ruthless. Although this place cannot cause death, it's not said that it will not be interrupted!"

"one!"

"two!"

"three!"

After Hong Yitian finished shouting, he waited there for a while, looked around, but found no movement. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, then shook his head and said, "Damn, I have tried so many times and never scared people out, I'm wasting my time."

After completing this process, Hong Yitian rolled up his sleeves and began to dig...

But…

Just as he started, he suddenly saw that a piece of clothing seemed to be exposed in the void. A flying sword suddenly shot out subconsciously. With a bang, a figure suddenly exploded from the void...

The figure hovered in the air for several times. After throwing out a sword light, he only heard a "clang" sound and knocked the wooden sword back.

The figure had just landed on a mound, and staggered for a few steps. After finally stabilizing his body, he showed a handsome young man.

The young man had just stabilized his body and looked furious: "Hong Yitian, you didn't find out whether I was right!"

"You're still embarrassed to say it?"

Hong Yitian was also surprised at this time. He seemed to have never expected that this method could really deceive someone. However, after seeing the other party appear, he looked contemptuous.

Speaking of which, the two of them are also old grudges...

That was still a hundred years ago, and it also happened in this tomb.

The young man was named Wei Lang, and he was also a person in Tianmen City. At that time, Hong Yitian had a good relationship and made an appointment to come to this tomb together. After all, both of them were just entering the Dharma image at that time. Although they were considered a giant in the outside world, they were just a good person in Tianmen City.

Although the two of them also participated in the opening of the tomb, they were just circling around the periphery and did not think they could get any big gains.

Who knew that even if you were wandering around here, you could actually get a big opportunity!

It was a strange ghost wood, rooted on the corpse of an ancestor. It was originally a wood-like thing. It was born with sufficient innate energy, but it was rooted on the corpse and relied on the corpse to feed on it.

In this life and death, the ghost wood has great luck and falls into the hands of a master weapon refiner. At least a heavenly magic weapon cannot be escaped.

But just this piece of ghost wood made the two of them discover at the same time that they were not satisfied with the distribution of such things, and finally they started fighting...

In the end, Hong Yitian fought for three days and three nights with the unripe Shengsheng Sword Formation, and defeated the opponent...

In the end, this piece of ghost wood became one of the eight flying swords...

Now, the two have met again...

…

But just when these two met, there was also a change outside the tomb...

Then, a powerful aura came, and countless dense talismans gathered together, a magic array condensed out of thin air, and a fuzzy figure appeared in it in the twisted light.

"My younger generation Qianxiang, welcome the ancestor of all things..."

True Lord Qianxiang leaned down and bowed down.

At this time, the figure completely condensed. It was a bald old man with a warm smile on his face and looked quite kind.

It was said that it was solidified at this time, but in fact it was just a phantom. At this time, he waved his hand to the Lord Qianxiang to avoid the gift: "Hehe, there is no need to be too polite. Over the years, you have worked hard to stay in the city. If I were your master, I would have to let you go back and rest. Your master can make up his mind to get an excellent disciple and squeeze it for thousands of years."

"Thank you for your concern. This is not about Master's business. Qian Xiang took the initiative to stay here..." said True Lord Qian Xiang.

"I said to Old Man Wanxiang, you are so old, can you still have some face? Talk about his master in front of his apprentice, be careful that Tianxin will know that he will never end up with you." After the words came, a seven or eight-year-old child appeared on another stone mount.

The child looked rosy and woven with jade-like skin. He had two round buns on his head, which looked quite pretty and cute, but his eyes were not as innocent as a child should have. At this time, he looked at the old man with a little contempt. There was an old-fashioned voice in his tender voice.

"Greetings to the ancestor of Changshengzi." Seeing the boy appear, Qianxiang Zhenjun also bowed his fists and bowed.

"No need to be polite." The boy, known as the Changshengzi, nodded and let the Lord Qianxiang be exempted from rituals. The two of them had a strange conversation with each other, one boy and the middle-aged man.

However, I didn't feel anything wrong at all. The bald old man just curled his lips: "Isn't this just caring about the younger generation? If this is the unlucky disciple below you, I wouldn't even bother to remind you, just like a poor devil, I'll pay my respects to me, and even take the teacup on the table. I'll live a good Dharma image like a beggar, it's really..."
Chapter completed!