Chatper 404 (1/2)

On the top of the mountain, the clouds and mists are transpiring and changing.

In the center of a square paved with white jade and carved with jade-like railings, the sculpture of the real person Taixuan stands still and is immortal.

Next to its sculpture, a stele stands.

The stone tablet is about two meters high, and the whole body is dark blue. Even after countless years have passed, there is no sign of weathering. On the surface of the tablet, there are two rows of strong and powerful characters by the clear seal carver.

"I Jiang Taixuan, who became famous at a young age, has been in a lifetime, is invincible, and has never been defeated. I feel that when there is no one in the world, I am fortunate to meet the king of war, Yi Wuya, and fight with him. There is no winner or loser. It is very comforting to be a confidant at this point."

"I am devoted to martial arts. I have never married in my life. I want to step on the top of martial arts. However, there is always a head on the martial arts path.

"It turns out that the real Taixuan's name is Jiang Taixuan, and he is also a good friend with Master Zun Wang."

In front of the stone monument, Yang Xuan stood to watch, his eyes twinkling brightly.

He had long felt that Master Taixuan should have known Zhan Wang. After all, the two lived in the same era, and seeing the inscription on the inscription now, he knew that the two not only knew each other, but were even close friends. Unfortunately, Zhan Wang passed away, leaving behind Taixuan. one person.

However, the years are ruthless, and no matter how high Taixuan's cultivation level is, after all, he can't be immortal...

"Wait, big formation!"

Yang Xuan remembered something, walked around the stone monument, and saw a formation not far away.

The array is five zhang in diameter and two zhang in height.

"This is the inheritance law platform. Your father's good fortune is not small, at least half an hour, and as long as an hour, you can get the inheritance of Taixuan Master."

The purgatory boy flew out of the purgatory sword, looked at the inheritance law platform and then looked at the sculpture of Taixuan Zhenren, and asserted: "There is a source of power in the sculpture. After your father absorbs it, your cultivation will definitely improve by leaps and bounds."

Yang Xuan's body trembled, without saying a word, staring blankly at the figure on the inheritance platform.

It was a middle-aged man, dressed in blood-stained white clothes, his body was like a mountain, and his breath was condensed.

His face was full of beard and stubble, and it was messy, obviously it had not been taken care of for a long time.

Rao is so, it can be seen that his facial features are somewhat similar to Yang Xuan, but the outline is tougher and more mature.

At this time, he sat on the ground with his eyes closed, as if he was comprehending something. He was unaware of the outside world, and he forgot both things. It was Yang Xuan's father, Yang Tian, ​​whom he had not seen for many years.

The moment he saw Yang Tian, ​​Yang Xuan's eyes were wet.

Compared with five or six years ago, Yang Tian's changes are not too big.

Not only has his face changed a lot, but his black hair has also turned into white hair, without any luster.

"My hair is all white..."

The boy didn't cry easily because he didn't reach the sad part.

Looking at Yang Tian's vicissitudes of life and full of white hair, Yang Xuan, as his son, could no longer hold back his tears and soaked his clothes.

Yang Tian, ​​eighty in his thirties, not yet over forty, is a man's golden age, full of vigor and blood.

If he hadn't experienced any blow, how could he have aged prematurely and had gray hair?

Yang Xuan understood that this must have something to do with him.

After all, just two or three months ago, he was smashed into the void by the dream that occupied Qin Lan's body, and he didn't know his life or death.

When Yang Tian learned of this bad news, the blow he suffered can be imagined.

In addition, another factor is probably that something happened to his mother, Helian Qian, which caused his father's heart to be traumatized and his hair turned gray overnight.

"God, is that statue!?"

"It must be the real Taixuan. Quick, Taiyin Shenshui is definitely on the mountain."

Suddenly, the noise of people in the distance broke the tranquility of this world.

"Father, you can feel at ease here and understand it well, don't worry, no one wants to disturb you when the child is here."

Yang Xuan knelt down on his knees, kowtowed three times to Yang Tian, ​​and then stood up suddenly, his eyes were as sharp as swords, and they were soul-stirring.

Without delay, he took off the shadow cloak, changed into a snow-white robe, and then walked down the stone steps, trying to stop those who tried to climb the mountain by himself.

This has to be said to be a crazy thing, but he has the ability to do it, because the sea of ​​​​qi is imprisoned on this mountain, and the martial artist can only rely on the flesh.

And relying on the physical body alone, it is difficult for a person who is as strong as a god to compete with him.

Perhaps, only those who are strong in the realm of divine power can bring him a threat by mobilizing their martial souls.

But it doesn't matter, he still has the war puppets handed down from the ancient times. Once the body and the war puppets are integrated, they are invulnerable to swords and guns, and their strength is infinite. No matter the physical defense or physical strength, they will multiply exponentially, enough to kill any cultivator below the supreme. A warrior of the realm.

Not his boast, on this peak.

He, Yang Xuan, is invincible!

"Be careful, no flying here!"

"what!"

Below, there were exclamations, and the people who came had no resistance, all were suppressed by the terror force field.

A few people were caught off guard and fell on the spot, ate a gray nose, and were embarrassed.

At the same time, some people found that the foot of the mountain was in a mess, and a large number of spiritual medicines were swept away, leaving only a few broken roots, and suddenly became angry and shouted: "Who, who the hell, actually dug up all the spiritual grasses. ."