Filled with a large amount of the blood of the Holy King, the aura of extraterrestrial beings intertwined here and was extremely surging.
Chu Feng and Luo Yu moved forward.
They didn't know how long they had been marching, across mountains and rivers, and in the darkness, they sensed the aura in front of them.
Here, the divine light is suppressed and obscured.
The powerful holy soul can be fully stimulated.
ahead.
In the valley.
There are two bodies, standing opposite each other, both of them are very ancient and powerful.
One of them had a broken ancient sword in front of him, and there were scars all over his body.
It's very bleak, even though it's been dead for who knows how many years.
But in the flesh and blood, the aura of the Holy King is still strong.
Full of the origin of swordsmanship.
He is an unparalleled sage king of swordsmanship. He is extraordinary and has unrivaled sharpness.
Even though it has died, it is still unparalleled and has the same style as before.
He sat cross-legged, and outside his body, on the ground, a large amount of sword energy was criss-crossing, sinking into the ground, like ancient sword patterns.
Wherever you are, a sword realm appears.
Very amazing.
Opposite it is an extraterrestrial creature, which looks peaceful and is no different from a human being.
But there was a lot of bloodline light flashing on the body.
It has not been extinguished after all the years.
They faced each other and died. The Saint King of Swordsmanship sat cross-legged, the ancient sword was broken, and the creature from outside the realm stood tall. On the chest, there was a sword tip, piercing through the flesh.
"There are really two saint-king-level warriors who died in battle here!"
Luo Yu clicked his tongue, a little surprised.
Any such strong man can be regarded as the foundation of the sect.
and.
It is still an existence from the era before ancient history, only stronger.
Both of them have died, but the immortal source inside them is still there.
And outside the bodies of these two holy kings, there were about thirty figures.
They were lined up on both sides, including human geniuses and extraterrestrial beings.
They actually joined forces and marched here, splitting into two parties, each heading towards the Sword Saint King and even the extraterrestrial creature.
"The creatures of all races in the desolate land, and the members of the Sword Alliance?"
Chu Feng was far away and looked over. None of the faces were unfamiliar to him.
All the races outside the territory are not the resurrected creatures of all races in ancient history.
But it comes from a barren land.
Many of them are monsters from the ethnic group that they have fought against.
Such as the saints, gods, etc.
They are all the top-ranking existences in the deserted land.
On the human side, Jian Wushuang stood out.
"To each his own."
"You want the body of this holy king from outside the territory, and we want the body of the former holy king of swordsmanship. There is no need for life and death for this trip."
Jian Wushuang led the team, his eyes were focused and he said in a deep voice.
“A pleasure to work with.”
Opposite, there was a woman from the Holy Clan with a beautiful face. The holy light was shining above her head. She was a little charming and smiled calmly.
The two parties actually joined forces here.
There were no contradictions or conflicts.
"The body of the Holy King of Swordsmanship contains the origin of the Holy King and the essence of Swordsmanship. It is enough to help people and become a Swordsman!"
Jian Wushuang's eyes flashed, looking at this body, a flash of greed flashed through him.
the other side.
This group of extraterrestrial beings also have very bright eyes.
Buzz.
As they approached, each walked towards the corresponding body. Among the crowds on both sides, there were alien beings carrying a bronze hanging coffin and walked over.
"Ancestor, I found something." The saint creature said.
Extremely respectful.
The rest of the extraterrestrial creatures also knelt down, as if worshiping.
Click.
The bronze coffin exploded, and arms as dry as tree branches stretched out.
Although he is old, his blood is almost exhausted.
but.
There is actually a little bit of divine light shining inside.
This should be an old strong man from the Saint Clan!
Reached the level of a great saint from outside the territory.
"Have you grown into a great saint-level creature from the desolation?"
In the distance, Chu Feng's eyes moved.
In this desolate land, it is difficult to become a saint, as there are insufficient resources, even for all races outside the territory.
After growing up to the level of a great sage, every one of them can be called heaven-defying.
There is another part.
It is a peerless strong man guarding the wilderness, just like the one who took action in the past when the Great Sect was about to cross the border.
"The blood of our ancestors."
"If I get it, maybe I can continue my vitality and pursue the level of the Holy King."
A low voice came from the bronze coffin.
Somewhat hoarse and weak.
He looked as if he was about to die.
"A great saint-level creature, only a few hundred years old, has already aged to this extent?"
Luo Yu looked strange.
"You can't compare it with beings in the same realm as Lu Jin in ancient history." Chu Feng shook his head and sighed, "In the desolate land, saints are extremely rare. Becoming a saint, like ascending to heaven, is almost impossible. Every saint,
At the end of the road, you must have the qualifications to become a leader!"
"and."
"In a desolate land, there is no immortality. Even if you become a saint, the vitality of hundreds of years is already the limit."
Chu Feng's eyes flickered and he responded.
At the end of the road, in ancient history, it was a barren, vast continent that was unimaginable.
If the martial arts is prosperous, you can pursue immortality.
You know, normal saints and strong men can survive for at least a thousand years.
Some saint-king-level beings can even survive from the end of ancient times to the present day.
But that doesn't work in desolate places.
The lifespan and vitality of a saint cannot be compared with the end of the road and ancient history.
The gap is too big and the difficulty is higher.
This is also the reason why, when the ancient road opens, even though they know that the road ends and a catastrophe is coming, countless people continue to follow it.
"It's a pity that I was born at the wrong time." Luo Yu also sighed.
now.
On the Jianmeng side, Jian Wushuang glanced at the bronze coffin, and then he also knelt down.
boom!
Among the crowd, there was a stone tablet that was carried out.
It is very tall, about two meters, very wide, and has ancient patterns carved on it.
It's like it's blocked, with only a hint of Qi seeping out.
"Ancestor, I found it!"
Jian Wushuang spoke respectfully.
Click.
On top of the stone tablet, suddenly, a coercion bloomed, with unparalleled sharpness.
There are cracks, starting to appear.
Among them, vaguely, there is an old man who looks like a skeleton, sitting cross-legged. At this moment, he is about to wake up, and his vitality is extremely light.
It is almost extinct.
"Another great saint-level warrior!"
"And he's a swordsman."
"The power of the sword is not weaker than mine, but it's a pity that it is not becoming a saint with the sword, but another way!"
Chu Feng was shocked.
This turned out to be a great saint-level swordsman who was also dying and came from a desolate land.
It should be a living fossil of a certain orthodoxy.
And this person.
Is this the backer behind Jianmeng?
No wonder, Jian Wushuang was able to gather so many swordsmanship geniuses in the past.
The limelight is immeasurable.
It's a pity that in this era, the path of swordsmanship has been broken.
Can't become a swordsman.
Even though this old strong man is an unparalleled swordsman, he can only enter the realm of saint in other ways, but even so, his swordsmanship is still powerful.
Very amazing.
Chu Feng was extremely surprised. An unparalleled swordsmanship genius who became a saint through other martial arts was equivalent to a person who practiced two martial arts and reached the ultimate level.
Moreover, it comes from desolation.
"In his era, this person must be a monster that dominates an era!"
Chu Feng's eyes narrowed.
Buzz!
The stone tablet was broken, and the old man, who was like a withered bone, opened his eyes.
Within it, the sword light flows, and above the body, a vast holy light shines.
"Before the era of ancient history, the physical body of the Sword Saint King."
"If there is a trace of the origin, I will use it to transform the sword into a saint!"