Chapter 868 Sword Pavilion Inheritance Envoy

Jiang Ding's consciousness and sword intent bloomed without reservation, searching bit by bit in the gate of the Great Sun Sword Sect.

Rocks, plants, flowers and birds, cultivators...

None was spared.

The incarnation of the weapon spirit can become anything. It has intelligence and may be looking at this place, not yet determined, hesitating about something.

Jiang Ding did not allow it to hesitate.

According to the procedure, the inheritance should be given to him, and it should be given immediately!

The Taiqing flying sword hummed and spread its sword light in all directions. This is destruction, and it is also announcing its arrival.

This is the certificate, this is the key, this is the status.

According to the sword law, below the Great Sun Sword Master, even the God Transformation Heavenly Monarch, must come to greet!

The terrible destructive sword intent spread in all directions, scanning every place.

"Found... found!"

Jiang Ding showed a cold smile and looked at a dark-skinned fat man with a sturdy appearance among the tens of thousands of sword cultivators kneeling on the ground.

Buzz!

The moment he saw him, the Taiqing flying sword hummed softly, and some of its instinctive memories were revived.

Hei.

The name of this weapon spirit is Hei, the weapon spirit of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.

"Hei."

"First meeting,"

Jiang Ding said quietly: "Since you are the inheritor of the Sword Pavilion, why don't you kneel when you see me?"

Sword Pavilion inheritor!

The surrounding Zhenjuns such as Jianyang Zhenjun, Tianyang Zhenjun and Xufang Zhenjun were shocked, and followed his gaze to look at the black-skinned fat man in the foundation-building realm.

The name is Liu Hei, a junior in the foundation-building realm in the sect. He entered the sect 111 years ago. His talent is ordinary, ordinary, and unremarkable.

Such a paragraph appeared in the souls of many Zhenjuns.

'So that's it. '

'This is my sect's disciple, ordinary, not worth paying attention to. '

Many Zhenjuns showed a look of sudden enlightenment, and forgot about this matter in an instant and stopped looking at this person.

"No, not a disciple... but an inheritance messenger..."

"No, I am a disciple of my sect, just an ordinary person..."

Some True Lords showed signs of struggle, but after a moment, the struggle quickly disappeared, and their expressions were calm. They completely ignored these things and treated them as disciples of the sect that could be seen everywhere.

Only True Lord Xufang, True Lord Tianyang, and True Lord Jianyang guarded the spiritual platform tightly, struggling hard, staring at the black-skinned fat man, and constantly reminding themselves, so that they could barely remember.

'The inheritance messenger of the Sword Pavilion...'

The three of them had a huge desire in their hearts.

In the Sun Sword Sect, the highest inheritance is the classic level of skills. Even if they are talented people and have been summoned by the spirit of the weapon, it is still just like this.

Some people have asked why?

The answer is that you are not capable enough and your status is not enough to practice the higher level of the Sword Pavilion inheritance.

This is naturally unacceptable and unacceptable.

They are already the most talented and top cultivators in Beiyuan, why can't they? Are these supreme classics going to rot in the pile of old papers?

No one thinks that they are born weaker than others.

‘If I can practice the Sword Pavilion’s sutra-level skills, or even the fundamental skills of the Great Sun Sword, it will not be just like today, and there is great hope for the transformation of the spirit…’

Jianyang Zhenjun whispered in his heart.

If Xufang Zhenjun and others said that his sword talent is the best in Beiyuan.

Then he, Jianyang, can be said to be the best sword talent in Beiyuan, and there is no one better!

A thousand years ago, when he was ambitious and claimed to be the top person in the realm, he asked the inheritance weapon spirit for the fundamental skills inherited by the Great Sun Sword.

There was only silence, no answer.

Now, the inheritance weapon spirit appeared in front of him again!

Why don’t you bow to me?

Facing Jiang Ding’s questioning, the black-skinned fat man had to answer and dared not remain silent.

He stepped forward and bowed deeply. It was the sword etiquette inherited by the Great Sun Sword Pavilion for hundreds of thousands of years. It was complicated and ancient. He bowed deeply: “Greetings, Your Excellency, may your sword prosper.”

“Answer my question.”

Jiang Ding said lightly: “Why don’t you kneel.”

“Your Excellency,”

“I can’t confirm your identity.”

The black-skinned fat man bowed again.

"Where?"

"Is there anything wrong with the Great Sun Flying Sword?"

Jiang Ding stroked the hilt and asked.

"The Great Sun Flying Sword is not wrong."

"But, but..."

The black-skinned fat man struggled: "The Great Sun Sword should not appear in this realm. This is not in line with common sense.

In addition, the aura on your body seems to have some similarities with some enemies whose identities have not yet been determined.

I, I really can't judge."

"The Great Sun Flying Sword is not wrong."

"It's not wrong."

Jiang Ding looked at him indifferently, without any excuses, and said nothing.

The Taiqing Flying Sword vibrated.

The moment she saw this black-skinned weapon spirit, she awakened a certain instinct.

It's not that she was attached with any spell.

But, this weapon spirit was born to meet the needs of the Great Sun Flying Sword.

The Great Sun Flying Sword came first, and then he appeared.

It's like having a key first and then building an iron lock. The two just exist, and there is a natural upward and downward suppression relationship between them.

"Ah!"

"No!"

The Taiqing Flying Sword only watched, and the black-skinned weapon spirit screamed, and a series of hideous bloodstains like porcelain appeared on his face. Even if he possessed some terrible cause and effect technique, invisible and intangible, and had an immortal body, it was useless, so fragile.

"Jianzi, spare my life!"

"Please spare my life!"

"I know I was wrong!"

The black-skinned little fat man screamed repeatedly, not daring to delay any longer, and knelt on his knees: "Hei, the heir of the Sword Pavilion, and the clone Jiuqi, greet Jianzi!"

"Jiuqi?"

Jiang Ding's eyes flashed.

"Yes, Jianzi."

The black-skinned little fat man said respectfully: "I am the clone left behind by Hei, the heir of the Sword Pavilion, and I am responsible for the inheritance of the Sword Pavilion in this area. Hei is in the previous generation..."

Crack!

Another blood mark appeared on his face, and his body trembled.

"Not the previous generation."

"If you haven't finished killing them, then they are all contemporary Sun Sword Masters."

The black-skinned fat man trembled, trying his best to endure the pain in his body and soul: "Hei's real body is in the hands of another contemporary Sun Sword Master."

"According to the Sun Sword Pavilion Law, the Sword Pavilion inheritance envoy can only recognize one Sun Sword Master at the same time and place."

"I only have the Sword Pavilion Yuanying-level inheritance in my hand, and I can give it to you now."

"If you want the rest of the inheritance, just kill another contemporary Sun Sword Master, and Hei will give you all the inheritance."

"Or, you can climb up Yangming Mountain where the Sword Pavilion Master is located, get the Sword Master's recognition, and you can also get all the inheritance."

"There are only these two ways."

"Only the Yuanying-level inheritance?"

Jiang Ding frowned, and then relaxed.

"Let's get started."

It's better to have it than not.

All immortal sects are like this, very stingy. No matter what kind of status or martial arts you have, they never exceed any level. Even if the previous generation of Da Ri Jian Zi had not fled alone, he would not have been able to obtain the complete inheritance, just like Yu Qianzi and other Taoists.