In the ancient forest of Jianshan Mountain, mist overflows.
Ling Tian looked at Ling Xiao with a puzzled expression. At this time, he could feel that his brother's mood seemed a little solemn.
"What's going on? This Jun Mowu?"
Ling Xiao frowned slightly and looked at Ling Tian coldly.
"Brother! Mo Wu's life experience is very pitiful. His father was once as famous as the sword master, but he cultivated the magic sword. He was suppressed and killed by the eminent monks of the Brahma Holy Land in the far north. It is said... that he was very miserable in his later years."
"Oh? Is this miserable?"
Ling Xiao shook his head, but there was some speculation in his heart.
Judging from the plot of this woman, she will probably kill Buddhists in the future.
However, there is a Buddhist disciple in the West who has a much more terrible fate than her.
Therefore, according to the development of the plot, it is likely that Ling Tian will be the one to help her get revenge in the end.
Beauty brings disaster, that's probably the case.
"This woman has evil intentions, you'd better stay away from her."
Ling Xiao said calmly and looked Ling Tian up and down, "Have you made any breakthroughs in your swordsmanship recently?"
"Is the mind evil? Ah? Ah! Brother! I received the inheritance from a senior sword immortal in the sword tomb, named Three Thousand Sword Bones."
"Three thousand sword bones?!"
Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly, and the evil flashed in his eyes.
As we all know, this sword bone is a sacred object for sword cultivators and is uniquely endowed by nature.
Some people are born with sword bones, and the Tao is naturally formed; some people use swords to prove the Tao and cast sword bones.
But no matter which way it is, a sword bone is the ultimate talent of this immortal.
Three thousand sword bones?
Well, just thinking about it is enough for the sword!
What can I say? As expected of you, brother!
Others may not be able to condense a sword bone even if they work hard, experience endless killings, and have sword energy piercing their bodies.
You mua can forge three thousand sword bones with just one inheritance?
Also, although this Sword Tomb inheritance cannot be compared with that of the Taikoo Ling clan, it has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. There are countless people with amazing talents, but you just got this Sword Immortal inheritance as soon as you came here?
Well, it’s just luck!!
Are you familiar with this routine?
He was extremely talented at the beginning, but was forced to dig out the Danhai by his direct lineage. He was reduced to waste overnight and was ridiculed. As a result, he accidentally awakened his sword body and rose against the sky. He experienced countless secret realms to seize treasures. With supreme luck, he seized the opportunity of good fortune and finally forged it.
The name of the Sword Immortal can crush a generation.
But, how to quietly borrow this sword immortal inheritance to observe?
"That's right! My brother Ling Tian has the appearance of a swordsman!"
"Brother... Ever since I cultivated these three thousand sword bones, I always feel that the demonic energy in my body has been suppressed! How about... you can also practice it, maybe it will help you!"
Just as Ling Xiao sighed, Ling Tian suddenly opened his mouth and smiled.
"Oh? Can you suppress the devil's will?"
Ling Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, pretending to be surprised, but Ling Tian immediately smiled and nodded, his eyes flashing with soul light, and he fell straight into Ling Xiao's soul sea.
"Buzz!"
The buzzing sound spread through the air, and lines of golden light immortal text suddenly appeared in front of Ling Xiao's eyes.
Three thousand sword bones, kill all the immortals and demons!
Although Ling Xiao has fused four demonic bones and his physical body is invincible among his peers, this sword bone training is just the icing on the cake.
But, who would mind if his mua is strong... or big?
"Brother, your current state..."
Ling Tian's eyes were full of fighting spirit, and even his whole body seemed to be filled with sword brilliance.
Ling Xiao just smiled and shook his head, "I gave you time to catch up, not to make you arrogant. With your strength, you are not even as good as Xiang Tian. Is it possible that you think I am not as good as him?"
"Brother! That's not what I meant..."
Ling Tian lowered his head in panic, his expression full of guilt.
Ling Xiao patted him on the shoulder and said softly, "I have an ancient sword that fell into this sword tomb. Please help me find it when you have time."
"A piece of ancient sword? Landed in the Sword Tomb?"
Ling Tian's face was stunned, but he saw that Ling Xiao had turned around and stepped toward the horizon, "Weiyang, let's go."
"Yes, sir!"
From the beginning to the end, Ling Xiao did not even look at the sky. At this moment, he thought that since this contemporary swordsman had good luck, the divine sword was probably in his hands.
And as long as the opportunity is right, Ling Xiao will fight him "fairly" and prove to be the number one in Qingcang Swordsmanship.
At that time, the luck of the sword tomb will only belong to Ling Tian.
No matter how much Long Yuan Sword Master hesitates, he can only teach Ling Tian with all his heart in this generation.
As for the secrets hidden in this sword tomb, they will most likely fall into the hands of this cheap brother.
Dangerous things, of course, whoever is more lucky is better, who are we?
We are villains, of course we have to protect ourselves!!
Anyway, Ling Tian will obediently share the good fortune in the end.
understand?
For a person with such a strong template of destiny, most of the fortunes he encounters are unique in the nine heavens. Ling Xiao tried so hard to make him surrender in the first place just to share with him the opportunities that he could not grasp at his age!
As for Jun Mo Wu, her cultivation level is still low now, so let’s let her practice for a while.
When her luck is at its peak, Ling Xiao will personally give her a heavenly fortune.
"Just leaving?"
Until the two of them walked away, Jun Mowu's figure appeared beside Ling Tian at some point, with a look of grievance on his pretty face, "Junior brother Ling Tian, I didn't expect that you are from the ancient Ling clan!!"
Her blood feud takes place in the Buddhist land of the West.
But it was impossible for her to compete with Lord Buddha on her own.
Therefore, she approached Ling Tian and tried to become a Taoist companion with him, so that she would have an extra source of support.
What a childhood sweetheart, a saint from the Immortal Sect falls in love with a good-for-nothing young man. In this fairy road, anyone with any brains will always value profit.
No matter the good guys or villains, they are all just part of this struggle between heaven and earth.
The only difference is that the villain's evil is on the surface, while the righteous people like to cover up this evil under the light.
"I'm not."
Ling Tian shook his head, his expression already returning to its former indifference.
At this time, facing the eyes of everyone, he didn't feel guilty at all.
"Not yet! Isn't Young Master Lingxiao your brother?"
Jun Mowu said bitterly, "Junior brother, please stop keeping a low profile!"
"I have nothing to do with the Ling clan. My Ling is my brother's Ling, not the Ling clan's."
Ling Tian took a deep look at Jun Mowu, turned around and walked towards the back mountain.
Hearing this, a look of confusion suddenly appeared on the faces of all the Sword Tomb disciples.
Brother's Ling?
Could it be that Ling Tian was actually just a slave accepted by Young Master Ling Xiao and was given the surname Ling? Otherwise, who would dare to put the word Ling in their surname?
Looking at the figure gradually walking away, a trace of disappointment flashed across Jun Mowu's face.
But then she thought about it, and she felt a little relieved.
Although Ling Tian is not a member of the Ling clan, given his status, if he becomes an enemy of Buddhism in the future, Young Master Ling Xiao will naturally not sit idly by and ignore it.
In this way, her blood feud has a glimmer of hope!
The entire Jianshan Mountain was in deathly silence.
A complicated look flashed on the faces of all the disciples of Sword Tomb.
Many swordsmen are proud, but today Ling Xiao's two fingers made the swords they forged tremble.
Especially Xiang Tian, who is known as the number one swordsman in the contemporary era, there was also purple light flowing in his eyes at this time.
In an era, there is destined to be only one swordsman.
Originally, he thought that Ling Tian might be the biggest obstacle to his sword career.
But now it seems that this young master of the Ling clan may be his lifelong enemy.
It has nothing to do with grudges, just an... invincible sword heart!
There is a Zichen sword in his hand, and no one in the world can stand up to it.
Young Master Lingxiao, you and I... there will eventually be a battle!
"Sir! Is that white-haired boy just now really your brother?"
Above the blue dome, a golden chariot flew across the sky. The dragon's majesty was so majestic that it shocked all spirits.
Ling Xiao and the two sat upright on the chariot and headed towards the God War Territory.
"Um!"
Facing Xuanyuan Weiyang's doubts, Ling Xiao nodded lightly and took a sip of the immortal brew in his hand.
This trip to the four dynasties was a fruitful one.
Not only did Chen Qingshan awaken the body of Hades, but Ling Tian also became an immortal.
Although the two people today are only ants in cultivation,... within a hundred years, they will definitely become the sharpest swords in Ling Xiao's hands.
Daotian Academy is about to open, and Ling Xiao should return to his clan to practice peacefully for a few days in order to cultivate the sealed demon bone.
Yang Yuan, please don't disappoint me.
An inexplicable smile appeared on Ling Xiao's face, he reached out and took Xuanyuan Weiyang into his arms, looking into the distance.
Sensing Ling Xiao's sudden move, Xuanyuan Weiyang's pretty face suddenly turned red, but surprisingly she didn't struggle.