Chapter 663 The Unsealed Holy Land of the First Spirit!
Li Zhanye was really puzzled and had doubts in his heart. When he was in the Seventy-Two Cave, he had fought to the death with Mu Zhaoyang, and he was a formidable enemy. Because of the "Immortal Policy", he was destined to live forever, but this time Mu Zhaoyang
Yang actually snatched away his rival, which really puzzled him.
Even though the two had briefly joined forces to deal with Fen Ji before, it was mainly because of Xia Mang, but this time it was different. Xia Sanding was his opponent, and it really didn't make sense for Mu Zhaoyang to take action first.
According to Li Zhanye's opinion, it would be nice if Mu Zhaoyang stopped stabbing him in the back. How could he help him?
This is obviously unusual.
"He's mine!"
Mu Zhaoyang held a huge gun in his hand and slashed out in the air. A cold voice came, "I want to know whether his Purple Moon Demon Sword is more powerful or my Immortal Blade is better!"
Li Zhanye was startled, and then he suddenly realized that whether it was the Purple Moon Demon Sword or the Immortal Jue Saber, they were both the top secret codes of swordsmanship. As the successor of the Immortal Jue Dao, Mu Zhaoyang was proud of himself. He wanted to use the Immortal Jue Dao to
, duel with Xia Sanding's Purple Moon Scimitar.
"What's there to fight for? It doesn't matter who wins or loses. No matter how powerful you are, you can't become the best swordsman in the world." Li Zhanye curled his lips and muttered: "The myth of the undefeated man who is the best swordsman in the world can never be broken.
!”
The two fought fiercely, the immortal sword versus the purple moon scimitar!
This battle was quite fierce, with swords and demonic energy rising into the sky, extremely fierce and frightening.
"The Immortal Blade of the Immortal Cave and the Purple Moon Scimitar of the Jiuding Royal Court, this is the collision of the world's top sword skills!"
"Two types of sword paths, one demon and one demon, which one is better?" someone whispered, looking very excited.
"No matter how powerful they are, so what? They haven't been able to be ranked in "The Ultimate Sword"!"
"If Xia Mang joins the war, it will definitely be more intense... Well, someone seems to be blocking Xia Mang's way..."
"Who is it?" Someone was curious and quickly looked away.
"It's a woman in a white dress."
…
Everyone is talking about it. There is a myth of "the ultimate sword" in the world, and naturally there is also the legend of "the ultimate sword".
Mu Zhaoyang and Xia Liuding were still fighting, their swords were shining brightly, and the demonic auras were powerful. They collided violently, and the momentum was quite powerful.
But Xia Mang, who hadn't gone too far yet, ran into trouble again. He was blocked by someone, and she was a woman.
A woman of incomparable beauty.
She is wearing a white dress, with three thousand black hairs hanging down to her calves. She has a graceful and graceful figure. Her lips are red and her eyebrows are picturesque. Especially her eyes are extremely beautiful, clean and pure, light and soft.
Coexistence is extremely moving.
This is a gentle woman, but she just blocks Xia Mang's way.
"Who are you?" Xia Mang frowned. He didn't recognize the woman in the white dress, and he didn't know why she was blocking his way.
The woman in the white dress did not look at Xia Mang, but looked at the unconscious Xue Nianchu. After a moment, she said to Xia Mang: "She has deep cold poison inside her, which has already invaded the meridians and mind, poisoning the original true spirit.
incurable disease……"
Xia Mang's eyes were slightly cold.
The woman in the white dress paused and then said, "Do you want to save her?"
Xia Mang was startled and asked, "Do you know the solution?"
The woman in the white dress nodded, and stared at Xia Mang with her clear eyes, "Thousands of miles away, in the Holy Land of Lingchu, on the top of Mount Taichu, there is a huge Divine Phoenix Stone, which may be able to save her life..."
Her voice was clear and soft, clear and moving, and it actually erased Xia Mang's indifference and hostility invisibly.
"Lingchu Holy Land?"
Xia Mang's pupils shrank, "The Lingchu Holy Land that has been sealed for thousands of years?"
As far as he knew, in the southwest of the Yulong Dynasty, tens of thousands of miles away, there was a continuous mountain range, winding like a dragon's spine. The mountains stood tall and varied in height, but they dominated the Taichu Mountain.
On the top of Mount Taichu, there is an ancient holy place called "Lingchu".
It's just that the Holy Land of Lingchu has been closed for thousands of years and has not been seen in the world for a long time. It has been isolated from the world of mortals and has gradually been forgotten by the world.
Xia Mang also recently heard some secrets about this Lingchu Holy Land.
According to legend, in the Holy Land of Lingchu, at the top of Taichu, lies a huge true phoenix stone. It was once stained with the blood of the divine phoenix. Under the influence of the years, it gained spirituality and turned into a divine stone. It was enshrined in the Holy Land of Lingchu. It is a stone.
It is a symbol of glory and splendor.
"Can the True Phoenix Stone save Nianchu?"
Xia Mang narrowed his eyes, looked at the woman in the white dress, and suddenly said: "Who are you, and what do you have to do with Lingchu Holy Land?"
The Holy Land of Lingchu, which had been closed for thousands of years, was suddenly "unsealed". It coincided with the appearance of the royal descendants of the Nine Kings Court in Nanzhao Mansion. This was such a coincidence that Xia Mang could not help but have some associations.
Moreover, the origin and purpose of this woman are unknown. How can Xia Mang trust her so easily?
"She is the first spiritual saint of this generation."
Another woman appeared, it was Xi Lingxue who was on the stage of life and death before. She walked over and glanced at the woman in the white dress, her beautiful eyes were slightly cold, containing an inexplicable hostility.
"Saint Lingchu?" Xia Mang was startled.
"It's natural for a holy land to have a saint." Xi Lingxue stared at the pale-faced woman in a white dress, "In this life, the Jiuxiao Holy Land has a stunning Bai Luoqing, and the Lingchu Holy Land that has been sealed for thousands of years has also walked out.
A peerless woman..."
"The Holy Land has since been unsealed, returned, and reappeared in the world." She looked at the woman in the white dress, the corners of her delicate lips raised slightly, as if mocking, as if sneering, "Lingchu, do you also think that the legendary inheritance destined to be glorious is true?
Will it happen again?"
The woman in white dress is named "Lingchu"!
Xia Mang couldn't help but narrow his eyes. This woman is a descendant of Lingchu Holy Land, and she is also revered as a saint, but she is named "Lingchu". This is really disrespectful and a blasphemy to Lingchu Holy Land, but she still
After sitting on the throne of a saint, this is worth pondering.
"As a descendant of Xingyan Dao, don't you believe in fate?" "Lingchu", a woman in a white dress, looked towards Xi Lingxue, her beautiful eyes were clear and without any ripples.
"Destiny means luck." Xi Lingxue chuckled.
"Wrong, it's time, luck, and fate." Lingchu shook his head slightly, "Fate is invincible, and destiny is irresistible. This is the purpose of Xingyan Tao. No wonder you will become an abandoned disciple of Xingyan Tao...
…”
Xi Lingxue's expression suddenly turned cold, and she disappeared immediately. Her wonderful eyes turned to look at Xia Mang, and asked: "Do you know why the Lingchu Holy Land, which has been sealed for thousands of years, was suddenly unsealed?"
Xia Mang frowned and asked, "Do you know?"
To be honest, he was quite curious about this matter. How could the Lingchu Holy Land, which had been closed for thousands of years, suddenly be unsealed? Why not continue to seal it?
"Because someone in Lingchu Holy Land has finally ascended to the position of saint!" Xi Lingxue said meaningfully, "She is the only saint in Lingchu Holy Land for thousands of years..."
The only saint!
Xia Mang was shocked, "You mean... because she became a saint, Lingchu Holy Land will be 'unsealed'?"
Xi Lingxue nodded.
"Then do you know why Lingchu Holy Land called itself a thousand years ago?" Xia Mang asked.
Xi Lingxue was silent for a moment and then said: "The saint has passed away."
Xia Mang's expression changed slightly, and Xi Lingxue's meaning was already clear. When the saint passed away, Lingchu proclaimed himself, when the saint appeared, Lingchu unsealed himself.
Obviously, for Lingchu Holy Land, the "saint" is very important.
Lingchu smiled, his smile was light and quiet, his temperament was gentle and charming, "Hearsays are just rumors and cannot be trusted."