Chapter 756: Sword Tomb

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Chapter 756: Sword Tomb

Fan Wuchen's words made Fan Wujie stunned for a moment, and immediately, a loud laugh came from his mouth, echoing loudly and loudly in the entire Hall of Ten Thousand Swords.

After a while, Fan Wujie stopped laughing, and said with disdain: "I admit that Luo Yun does have some skills, but with his strength, it is absolutely impossible for no one to know Stealing spiritual veins and cultivation resources without anyone noticing."

"This mountain of ten thousand swords is shrouded in sword arrays. I don't need to say much about the power of these sword arrays. You also know deeply. Not to mention Luo Yun, even you can't forcefully break through, let alone Not to mention secretly stealing."

After Fan Wujie finished speaking, seeing that Fan Wuchen was still suspicious, he couldn't help but sneered, and saw him walking in front of Fan Wuchen, with his right hand open, revealing a gray and black sword mark.

"This is..." Fan Wuchen was taken aback suddenly.

"When Luo Yun left Wanjiange, I planted a sword mark on him, and I could track his whereabouts anytime and anywhere. During his training period, I didn't feel that he returned to Wanjiange." Fan Wujie said confidently, without even noticing that the sword seal he was proud of was broken by Chu Xingyun from the very beginning.

"It's still the pavilion master who has the foresight."

Such a voice made Fan Wuchen give up this idea, he paused for a while, and asked again: "Since the pavilion master has already planted the sword seal, why not directly track down Luo Yun's whereabouts?"

"Since Luo Yun entered the ancient star secret realm, this sword seal has lost its effectiveness. No matter how I push it, it can't resonate. It must be the ancient star secret realm's vision of heaven and earth that destroyed the integrity of the sword seal." Fan Wujie sighed and said, why didn't he want to use the sword seal to track Chu Xingyun's whereabouts, but the sword seal has been destroyed, and there is no movement at all.

Fan Wuchen also sighed quite disappointed, and said with a sigh: "I thought that after Luo Yun won the championship, Wanjiange would usher in the day of its rise. Unexpectedly, so many things happened in just a few days."

"Indeed, these things happened so suddenly that no one expected them at all." Fan Wujie slightly closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he swept away the helplessness on his face and said in a low voice, "In any case, Luo Yun will help you in the end." We got the title of the head of the six great competitions."

"Although his whereabouts are unknown now, the initiative to allocate resources belongs to us. As long as we make good use of these ten years, our Wanjiange will still be able to rise strongly!"

Fan Wujie's words were very confident and full of provocative power, which made Fan Wujie feel helpless and no longer worried.

As for meeting Lin Tianchong in Saint Star City, Fan Wujie did not mention it.

In his eyes, the appearance of Lin Tianchong is just a coincidence, and has nothing to do with Chu Xingyun, let alone Chu Xingyun's helper.

In view of this, since he returned to Wanjiange, he completely forgot the existence of Lin Tianchong, and regarded the latter as a hermit powerhouse who traveled the world, and did not remember it in his heart.

The two continued to talk for a long time. After Fan Wuchen left, Fan Wujie did not leave just yet. He stood quietly in the center of the hall, raised his head, his eyes sparkled, as if he was constantly thinking about something.

As the sun sank to the west mountain, a round of bright moon slowly floated up to the center of the night sky.

The night fell, covering the entire Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, eliminating the hustle and bustle of the day, and allowing everyone to fall asleep peacefully.

At this time, Fan Wujie's tightly closed eyes opened suddenly, and the sword light passed by, piercing the silence of the night in an instant.

He raised his head, looked at Ye Qiong, and then ran away from the Palace of Ten Thousand Swords in a flash.

What makes people feel strange is that Fan Wujie's behavior is very careful, and he is even more careful to hide his aura in the flashes of his figure, just like a ghost, floating silently in the dark night.

In the end, he came under a cliff.

Fan Wujie carefully scanned his surroundings, seeing that no one was following him, he secretly let out a long breath, flipped his right palm, and a shadow of a sword shimmering with misty light emerged.

This sword shadow is like a cloud, as if it will disappear anytime and anywhere. As soon as it touches the rugged cliff, the misty sword light will easily sink into the cliff. At the same time, a bright and dazzling halo penetrates from the mountain wall. Appeared in front of Fan Wujie.

Fan Wujie didn't hesitate, and stepped towards the halo. When his figure was completely submerged in the halo, the halo suddenly disappeared, and the entire cliff returned to its original appearance.

After entering the halo, Fan Wujie suddenly felt his eyes brighten, and after a while, the light gradually faded away.

In his field of vision, an open flat land appeared, and thick mist floated in the void. At first glance, it looked like a fairyland, with a sense of mystery everywhere.

On flat ground, however, the scenery is decidedly different.

I saw that in the vast flat land, the swords with handles were inserted upside down, some were heavy swords, some were beautiful swords, or some were long swords. The number was so huge that it was like a forest, everywhere. There is no end in sight.

In this space, there seems to be no living beings, barren, chaotic, nothing, there is no sun or moon in the void, only countless thousands of swords.

Fan Wujie seemed to be no stranger to this place, so he stepped forward directly.

Directly in front of him, on the barren land, a sword of Lingtian was inserted there, like an ancient and eternal existence, piercing the clouds and cracking the sky, standing here all the time.

On Ling Tian's sword, there is endless sword intent of light, as if, this sword is the embodiment of light, extreme, eternal, just looking at it, it seems to be able to feel an extreme sword light soaring into the sky

And rise up, to destroy Jiuxiao.

And under Ling Tian's sword, there is actually a stone platform. On the stone platform, there is a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged, wearing white clothes and holding a sword. His existence gives people a very strange feeling, as if If it doesn't exist, it has already merged into the sword light.

If Chu Xingyun is also here, when he sees this middle-aged man in white, he will be able to recognize him at a glance. This person is the sword spirit of the legendary ancient sword.

As soon as he saw the middle-aged man in white clothes, Fan Wujie's pace slowed down a lot. When he walked to the stone platform, as the master of Wanjiang Pavilion, he actually bowed slightly, and said in a low voice: "Visiting late at night, I still want to visit the old man." Forgive me."

In the past, the legendary ancient sword fought against the black hole epee. After losing, the sword spirit was afraid of the power of the black hole epee, so he abandoned the sword body and fled away, creating Wanjiange.

To a certain extent, Sword Spirit is the first Pavilion Master of Wanjiang Pavilion, and it is only natural that Fan Wujie called him the Patriarch.

"Such a major event happened in Wanjiange, so there is nothing wrong with you coming late at night." The middle-aged man in white opened his eyes, and there was also a trace of helplessness in his voice.

He said: "Since I created Wanjiange, I have been guarding the sword mound alone, silently guarding Wanjiange, but this incident is quite strange, and even I have not been able to find the person who stole it."

"Even the patriarch can't detect it. Could it be that the person who stole it was the Martial Emperor?" Hearing this, Fan Wujie panicked.

The middle-aged man in white is the sword spirit of the legendary ancient sword. He is unparalleled in strength. He is the ultimate light. The only person who can evade his detection and steal wantonly is the Martial Emperor.

"I don't know if it's the Martial Emperor or not, but I do know about the one who steals the spiritual veins." The middle-aged man in white paused, his face suddenly became serious, and said: "It seems to be a python, the whole body is pitch black, it looks It's very ordinary, but this boa constrictor can feed on spiritual veins, and can also transform itself into spiritual veins, so that it can confuse the fake with the real one."

"Feeding on spiritual veins, can you still transform into spiritual veins?" Fan Wujie felt inconceivable, but he knew that the middle-aged man in white would never lie. There are such strange spiritual beasts in the world, and he is the first first heard.

"Since the ancestor found this python, why didn't he take action and kill it on the spot?" Fan Wujie restrained his startled expression, and looked at the middle-aged man in white rather puzzled.

But seeing the middle-aged man in white who had been silent for a long time, there was no sign of a wry smile on his face, and he said helplessly: "This python has a huge background, I dare not kill it."

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