Chapter 1349: Grandmaster

The purple light flashed away, and Meng Qi's eyes returned to normal. Countless things flooded into his mind. He instantly understood the cause and effect. On the surface, he maintained a leisurely smile, raised his fingers, and followed Ren Qiushui. The probing contest came with a blow.

Next, we have to do our best to maintain this period of history and prevent the big shots on the other side from "noting" the anomalies.

I knew you would know, but I pretended not to.

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Time is like water, and the years are changing, Ningxin City in the thirty-seventh year of Tianle.

The Burenlou assassin who had just killed Lin Kang, the leader of the Heaven and Earth Sect, was running towards the window. He was neither tall nor short, neither strong nor thin. He was invisible to everyone, but he was extremely sure of the outcome and had no doubt that he would miss.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank, and he saw that the window in front of him opened silently. Outside, standing with his hands behind his hands, a man in blue shirt with handsome features and deep and straight eyes. A phantom purple light appeared, and then he raised his slender and powerful right hand and pressed it on his forehead, which he had actively thrown towards him.

"The Immortal caressed my head, tied my hair and granted me immortality."

The low, demonic voice had a hint of teasing for some reason.

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In the world of Journey to the West, in ancient times, thunder and fire struck, the heavens collapsed, and the heaven was about to fall.

Meng Qi's figure was looking up at the sky, at the dark red sky, and at those terrifying eyes full of chaos and indifference!

The strange eyes seemed to be aware of it, and the irregular whirlpool changed slightly, as if they were looking over.

Just a glance at Meng Qi's figure suddenly made his heart beat wildly, and every thought and every thought was trying to be independent.

At this moment, a purple light appeared in his eyes, which was inexplicable and extremely mysterious. It was not much inferior to the eyes of the monsters in heaven, and all the chaos and madness disappeared.

The four eyes met and the eyes collided, but time began to flow backwards, and the quiet river turned into a roaring sea.

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With the help of the concealment of the Seven Kills Monument, instead of the Jue Dao and the Human Emperor Sword, two peerless weapons with strong personal characteristics, Meng Qi located the history related to himself in the real world, and quietly planted the traces left in the past. The inner demons serve as a "road sign" to reach the other shore in the future and "illuminate" the boundless sea of ​​suffering.

Inside the ruins of the Hades Emperor, Taoist Seven Killers held his sword across his knees, his eyes closed, and he seemed to have no interest in what Meng Qi was doing.

The dark long sword with no flowers or lines exuded an almost unparalleled killing intent, taking away the life of all the living creatures around Taoist Qisha. Even the "past figures" in the illusory river beside him were killed one after another. , leaving only corresponding traces. Every moment, Qisha Daoist seemed to be dying, and then returned with the help of the power of the Dark Sea Sword.

Evil things are hard to control!

But they have other unique advantages that are difficult to match, such as the filthy, weird, mysterious and hidden abilities of the Demon King's Claw.

Suddenly, Taoist Qisha opened his eyes, full of boredom with the world, and whispered:

"He also explores the possibilities of occupying the future?"

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Above the East China Sea, there are endless blue waves and countless islands.

Ji Xing returned to the place of his birth in a gorgeous building boat, surrounded by friends and companions who were cheering for him, which showed his status in the world of this sea.

"This island doesn't even have a name, and it looks ordinary. I never expected that a person like you, Mr. Ji, could exist." A friend said with a flattering smile.

Ji Xing looked at the dilapidated village in front of him and the mountain peak with only half of it left. He took off his cloak, threw it to his companion, and said seriously: "Everyone, please wait a moment. I'll go see my master first."

After saying that, without waiting for any answer, he took long strides, climbed the mountain road, and walked towards the depths of the peaks that looked like they were struck by lightning. There was a thatched cottage there, and his mentor lived in seclusion in the house.

After seeing Ji Xing's back disappearing at the end of the road, the person who just spoke sighed:

"I wonder who Mr. Ji's master is. Someone who can teach a hero like him must be a member of the Immortal Class, right?"

Someone next to him immediately echoed: "The island owners of the nearby seventy-two islands are very respectful to Mr. Ji. They often ask about the old man's well-being. They are obviously in awe of the master behind him and dare not provoke him in any way. Unless he is a member of the Immortal Class, so How could it be that their eyes are higher than their heads?”

"Master Ji, a figure like this, is unknown and lives in seclusion on this island. No wonder we are ignorant."

"Yes, yes, but maybe he once made a name for himself in this sea area when he was in his prime?"

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A series of comments floated into Ji Xing's keen ears. He smiled slightly and didn't care.

Yes, if I hadn't met the master who lived in seclusion here, where would I have learned the amazing magical skills? I don’t know how much better than the "Spark Technique" treasured by most island owners!

Similarly, if there is no master, how can I get the respect of the seventy-two island owners and have no danger since I set foot in the world?

Before leaving the island, I had always thought that my master was a fallen martial artist who had lost all hope of wandering around the world, so he lived in seclusion here and ignored worldly affairs. However, as he traveled around this sea area, his knowledge gradually increased, and his understanding of his master was refreshed every day. , he is so unfathomable, so high up the mountain, every time I think I have a rough understanding of his realm, strength and past status, those guesses will be overturned by new bits and pieces.

In the end, I could only sigh with emotion. The master was really like a dragon in the clouds. He could see the beginning but not the end. All he had to do was understand that he was very, very powerful.

Walking quickly and eager to return home, Ji Xing soon saw the thatched house, which he himself was not allowed to enter. Outside the thatched house stood a dark and strong man respectfully. He was the owner of the nearby Zhouliu Island, one of the great masters in this sea area.

"I will accept the gift, you can take it off." Ji Xing heard the familiar voice of his master.

The owner of Zhouliu Island was overjoyed, as if Ji Xing's master was giving him a great face by accepting his gift. He saluted repeatedly and left happily, not forgetting to encourage Ji Xing a few words.

Ji Xing strode to the front of the thatched cottage, prostrated himself on the ground, kowtowed three times and nine times, and said excitedly:

"I, your humble disciple, greet you, Master."

The man in the thatched cottage was silent for a moment, and then he sighed: "Not bad. I have heard from several island masters about your actions. Although you are arrogant, you have never abandoned martial arts and have never betrayed your teachings."

"Master's words, I often think about them and dare not forget them!" Ji Xing was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat for some reason, and spoke hurriedly.

The voice of the man in the thatched cottage suddenly became more vicissitudes: "Since you have passed the test, I will officially include you in the sect today, and will also tell you the situation of our sect and my true identity."

"Thank you, Master!" Ji Xing was just like the island master of Zhouliu Island just now, overjoyed, with excitement in his eyebrows and eyes.

With a creak, Ji Xing heard the figure of the door opening, and looked up, and the scene in the thatched cottage had appeared in his eyes.

The slightly thin master seemed to have not experienced the erosion of time, and still maintained the elegant middle-aged appearance. A few silver hairs and fatigue in the corners of the eyes could be vaguely seen, and the depth of his realm was still unclear.

"My name is He Mu. I have been traveling in the East China Sea for more than a hundred years. The nickname most known to the world is "Sky-defective Sword." Ji Xing's master said calmly.

He Mu? Sky-defective Sword? Ji Xing was stunned and couldn't believe it.

This was the most famous sword fairy in the East China Sea decades ago. It is said that he had achieved the realm of earthly immortals in the past. And he turned out to be his own master?

It's really unexpected!

The master who lives in seclusion on the island and lives a simple life is actually "Sky-defective Sword" He Mu!

He Mu ignored Ji Xing's reaction and said to himself: "My master was born in the Taoist holy land of Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace, more than a hundred years ago. You have come to pay homage to the ancestor and you will be officially included in the sect. You will get to know the uncles and sisters in the future."

Even after more than a hundred years, Ji Xing still heard of the name of Kunlun Mountain Yuxu Palace. He vaguely knew that it was related to the universal symbol of the universe. It was an extremely prominent sect and could be called a Taoist holy land. However, it declined for some reason and disappeared in the long river of history.

I didn't expect that my master was born in Kunlun Mountain Yuxu Palace!

I didn't expect that I would be involved with this ancient Taoist holy land!

He gathered his thoughts, stood up solemnly, and stepped into the thatched cottage.

As He Mu stepped aside, he saw two statues enshrined, with "Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun" written on the top and "Yuanhuang Su Meng" on the bottom.

"The founder of our sect is Yuanshi Tianzun, and your master Yuanhuang Tianzun is the second-generation disciple and the current head of the sect." He Mu introduced solemnly and respectfully.

Yuanhuang Su Meng? Ji Xing opened his mouth a little bit.

He was not unfamiliar with this name. It was said that he was the first powerful person in the real world in modern times to prove his own legend. Later, he ascended to the creation and became a great supernatural being, stirring up the world. The universal talisman of all realms was his casual work, which has been remembered by generations to this day.

And the great supernatural being is separated from the world where his family lives by countless layers of heaven and earth. For him, suddenly having such a master is like a dream!

It's so beautiful that it doesn't seem real!

I thought that a master who is a terrestrial immortal or a celestial immortal is already amazing. Just looking at the attitude of the previous owner of Zhouliu Island, it can be seen that such a powerful master is respectful to the name of the master!

"Master, isn't it said that the master has fallen?" Ji Xing suddenly remembered this matter.

He Mu said calmly: "Master has not fallen. If he returns, he will surely shock the heavens."

Ji Xing did not ask any more questions, swallowed hard, and began the entrance ceremony according to He Mu's instructions.

When the two of them looked away from the Yuanhuang statue, a purple light suddenly appeared in the eyes of the clay puppet.

Corrected a question in the previous chapter. Meng Qi did not rely on the Seven Killings Stele to return to the Middle Ages, but when he returned to the Heavenly Palace and fell, he confused the two things. It has been revised