C877 (1/2)

The master of the fairy palace gazed at the whirlpool.

Suddenly, a roar came out of the whirlpool.

The master of the palace of immortals, his face changed slightly, and he immediately said, ”hasn't he died completely for so many years?”

With that, the master of the fairy palace did not stay any longer. His body flashed and left the endless ocean.

And Fang Chen and others entered the prison of burying God sword.

As for how it is, only through personal experience can we know.

More than 200 strong men of Zhenwu state entered the Shenjian prison. The huge sword burial state became incomparably calm.

Some of the weak and powerful people in Zhenwu are also active.

Many powerful people in Zhenwu state have entered the Shenjian prison and never come back. This is an opportunity for them to rise.

On a winding peak, the sword burial palace stands quietly and exists forever.

At a certain moment, the news has been quietly spread, and instantly spread to each city.

Inside the golden sword City, in the sword fighting field.

Xuanlao was discussing things with other powerful men in xuanwang's territory. All of a sudden, his face moved. He said goodbye to these powerful men and went directly into an underground palace.

”Grandfather, what can I do for you?” He knelt down and asked in a low voice.

Just now, the grandfather, who had been shut up for a long time, sent a message to him and asked him to come quickly.

For the first time in many years, my grandfather was in such a hurry. Something important must have happened.

”I want to go to the sword burial palace. From now on, you are the master of the sword fighting field.” The voice of Laozu, hoarse into xuanlao's ears.

”Ancestor, you...”

Xuanlao was a little puzzled. He just went to the sword burial palace. Why did he feel like saying goodbye? He was worried.

”Make good use of the sword fighting field.”

With that, the figure of the ancestor disappeared.

”Grandfather.”

Xuanlao still wanted to ask, but there was no sign of his ancestor.

At the same time, the same thing happened in other cities.

Jinjiancheng is adjacent to the Shura sword city. Within the Shura sword clan, the sound of bells rings through the sky.

When he heard the sound of the bell, the real warrior of the Shura sword sect had a dignified face.

The sound of this bell is extraordinary.

In general, it doesn't ring easily. It only rings when the Shura sword clan encounters an emergency.

But this time, the sound of the bell is constantly ringing. Something must have happened.

”What happened?”

The disciples of Xiuluo sword sect asked one after another.

At this time, the master of the sword sect of Shura came to the forbidden area of the clan gate, the entrance of a cave.

”Grandfather, what do you want me to do?” The master of Shura asked in a hurry.

”The sword sect of Shura will be handed over to you from now on.”

In such a large sword burial state, the ancestors of countless cities left one after another to go to the sword burial palace.

On this day, the state where the sword was buried was shaking incomparably.

There are more than a dozen old men gathered in the sword burial palace.

These old men, as if they were going to die, their thin bodies seemed to be blown away by the wind at any time.

However, if the identity of these old men is known to the outside world, it will be shocked.

Because these old men were the commanders of xuanwang's territory who had participated in the dark turmoil in the whole Jianjian Prefecture.

At that time, the dark turmoil that plagued the whole state of burying swords, these xuanwang realms were capable of commanding their subordinates to resist foreign visitors.

Although he was lucky not to die, but also left the root of the disease, unable to recover.

”Lao he, are you here, too?”

”Ha ha, fifth, long time no see.”

”You old man, you're not dead yet?”

More than a dozen old men gathered together again, and everyone was very happy.

These people are brothers who used to fight side by side.

”It's a pity that Lao Liu is dead, otherwise our brothers can get together again.”

Hearing this, the crowd fell into silence and the atmosphere was dignified.

The sixth of the population was the commander of the five element sword city. He fought with them and died in the end.

”Yes, it's a pity, old six.” Another said.

If Fang Chen was here, he would be shocked. The sixth among the people was the great power in the tripod with two ears and three feet found outside the Wuxing Academy.

Just as the crowd spoke, the master of the palace appeared.

”Gentlemen.”

”Palace master.”