"Could it be...no way, he is one of my ancestors?"
"Impossible, only Master Li has been here!"
"That figure just now... looks nothing like the old man!"
Jiang Ning shook his head. He had seen Master Li before. Although he couldn't see Master Li's true face clearly when he was in Xianqing Sect, he knew his figure.
The figure just now, tall and straight, with a handsome face, is a young man, definitely not Master Li!
"Perhaps, it's just a kind-hearted soul from ancient times passing by!"
Jiang Ning could only comfort himself in this way, otherwise he would not be able to explain the existence of that figure.
After thinking for a moment, he packed his luggage. Unexpectedly, he found his stolen Qiankun bag among the handful of feathers wrapped around the bird's legs!
The property returns to its original owner, lost and found again!
In addition, these bird feathers are not ordinary things. These feathers themselves are thunderous feathers, but after being contaminated by the holy will, they can be used as excellent weapon refining materials.
As for this bird leg...
"It's so difficult!"
These things have sacred meanings and cannot be put into the Qiankun bag or Najie. You can only braid the bird feathers and hang them on your body at will. The bird's legs have to be carried first!
"This leg, tsk tsk tsk, is sharper and tougher than my Holy Ancient Seven Killing Gun!"
Jiang Ning praised that although the claw bones were all crushed, the nails were still there and the leg bones were not broken. They could be used as weapons. Ordinary magic weapons would never be able to withstand the smashing of this leg!
"It's a pity that my young ancestor Shengjia has passed away!"
Jiang Ning sighed. His most luxurious flying magic weapon was smashed by Lei Zhetian. Although the remaining ones also had extremely fast magical effects, they were no longer so luxurious and could not show the aura of Young Master Jiang Ning at all!
He folded up his white wings and took out the simplest flying boat. He carried the bird's legs and sat inside. He immediately took the flying boat and flew towards the saint's corpse.
"I didn't expect that it took so long!"
From stepping into the gate of life and death, to the ancient realm, to being surrounded by Lei Zhetian and others, to being chased by Lao Zamao, and then having his skull bombarded by Lao Zamao, he hid inside and waited for several hours.
A whole day has passed.
After such a long time, the dispute over the saint's tomb has probably become fierce.
Murong Ning'er will never be able to guard that tomb!
The worst thing is, we don’t want the saint’s bones anymore, but we don’t want to go to the place by ourselves and have to collect the body for Murong Ning’er!
"Don't die. Although I don't plan to take you in, you are still a useful and beautiful girl!"
Jiang Ning sped towards the saint's tomb.
However, halfway through the journey, his mind moved suddenly and he quickly hid in the clouds.
Fortunately, the biggest function of this flying boat is to hide it. Even if Dao Realm Overhaul passes by, he can't find it!
Just as he was hiding, he saw several immortal shadows flying past, heading in another direction very quickly, not heading to the saint's tomb!
However, Jiang Ning couldn't help but be stunned when he saw those immortal shadows.
Those people were all wearing the robes of Tianyun Dao disciples, and some of them were acquaintances!
It was precisely the female Taoist disciples who accompanied cousin Qinglian at the opening ceremony of the ancient wasteland a few days ago!
How did they enter the deserted tomb?
Looking back carefully, it seems that Tianyun Dao has never declared that its disciples will not enter the deserted tomb.
But in the rules of the level, there is no mention of Dao Palace disciples patrolling at all times.
They are not here to supervise the participants!
"All of them are core disciples, and the ones that look familiar are all passed down by the elders... Something is wrong. If such disciples can be sent in, the Six Heavenly Luck Sons will definitely not be left outside!"
"Senior Brother Mo and the others have also come in?"
"If this is the case, how dare Huang Jing send his leader of the Thunder Clan to assassinate me?"
"Besides, I don't have much grudge against him, so why are you so petty?"
"Also, why is everyone so sure that I can get the Heavenly Sword?"
Even I feel that I can definitely get that sword!
But along the way, whether it was the witch who suddenly appeared, the Holy Ancestor Tianyunzi whom he met in the middle of the night, or today's Lei Zhetian, everyone looked like he was bound to get the Heavenly Sword!
Maybe, they are also trying their luck?
Could it be that the witch cast a wide net and found more than just herself?
"Forget it, don't think too much, admit it, you are the best, the most handsome, the most lucky, and the one who will definitely get the Heavenly Sword!"
"Don't worry about him. The soldiers will come to cover up the water and the earth. When Huang Jingtian comes, I will kill him. The eldest cousin is here. I will find a way to influence him. In short, first go to the saint's grave and get the saint's body to ensure that the brothers will not die tragically.
Over there!"
Jiang Ning sighed.
The original plan was to look for him immediately after everyone came in.
However, he was hunted down, so Chen Jienan and the others had no choice but to implement plan B, which was to meet Murong Ning'er first and guard the saint's bones!
After thinking about everything, Jiang Ning spread out his spiritual thoughts to explore thousands of miles to ensure that no one else passed by, and quickly took a flying boat to the saint's tomb!
The so-called saint's tomb was actually just an inconspicuous small place.
Even if there are monks flying over, it will be difficult to find the location of this tomb!
However, just when Jiang Ning flew to the Saint's Tomb, there were already many masters gathering here, and the battle became fierce!
Who leaked the news?
Being in the saint's tomb, Murong Ning'er couldn't come up with a result despite racking her brains.
Even the Yin Ming Sect searched through the ancient books in the sect before they discovered the clues about this saint's tomb!
What's more, those other small sects, or monks from other galaxies?
However, at this moment, outside the saint's tomb, there are countless galactic geniuses gathered, and many foreign cultivators that have never been seen before are bombarding the forbidden formation of this tomb, trying to break in and obtain the bones of the saint here!
Fortunately, some helpers came to my side, temporarily resisting the attack of those outside.
But this resistance is also temporary, and the line of defense is already in danger!
"If it doesn't work, we can only hide in!"
Chen Jienan was covered in blood, and his forehead was dotted with seven stars. This was his Xinghe Dafa. Relying on this technique, he barely had a combat power equivalent to that of a real genius, and he was considered one of the main forces at this time.
But after fighting for a day and a night, if it weren't for the support of hundreds of Yang Yang Pills given by Jiang Ning, he would have died countless times!
And it wasn't just him, the other brothers who came to gather were all dead or injured, and some of them had used the Yang-Returning Pill to be resurrected two or three times.
As they were talking here, another brother died tragically at the hands of countless monks.
Fortunately, the other helper was very powerful. He blew off the heads of several forced cultivators with a halberd, snatched the body of the young man back, and stuffed a Yang-Returning Pill into the young man's mouth.
Although he died, his vital parts were not injured, so soon after swallowing the Yang-Returning Pill, the boy coughed up a mouthful of blood and slowly woke up!
"Are you awake? When you wake up, don't lie down and continue to resist!"