Everlasting Sword God - Chapter 757

[Chapter seven hundred and fifty seventh]

The masters of the ancient martial arts are very distressed.

“Destroyed the marrow washing cave, in exchange for a seed of the eighth level of the gods?”

How to calculate this account, whether it is Cui Guanyin or Han Shanshen, can not be grasped. They felt like they were at a loss, but looking at Shen Zhenyi’s attitude, it seemed that their ancient martial arts lineage took advantage.

No, no, no, no!

Han Shanshen sighed, feeling that he had been brainwashed by the third son of Shen.

“All in all, I still have to ask the third son to stay for a while, and wait for our old man to come…”

This matter is not something that Han Shanshen can solve.

The old man saw the dragon and the dragon all day long, and he refused to show up for anything, but it was such a big event that he was the master of the outer door of the ancient martial arts lineage.

“It’s okay.”

Shen Zhenyi nodded lightly.

“It’s good to see him. There is nothing to do these few days. We will wait in the mountains, just to let the disciples stabilize their realm, otherwise this tree of divine light will be invisible and useless.”

If a disciple of someone else’s family can transform into a tree with divine light, and become the seed of the eighth level of the god-human realm, the master must be holding it in the palm of his hand like a treasure. Third Young Master Shen didn’t seem to be very satisfied. After being critical of the three, he let them practice on their own without even a word of praise – this made both Cui Guanyin and Han Shanshen, who were holding the Brahma Goddess, stunned.

“What is his realm?”

Cui Guanyin asked Han Shanshen in private. She arranged for the deacon to take Shen Zhenyi and three female disciples to rest in the mountains, but she was still full of doubts.

Han Shanshen smiled bitterly: “To be honest, I can’t tell.”

Before, he thought that Shen Zhenyi was the seventh-level peak of the Divine and Human Realm, and he might be slightly better than him, but that was also a leader in swordsmanship and martial arts, but the three disciples of Xisuidong and his party all condensed. The seed of the divine tree, isn’t it better for this master?

– This is impossible.

The problem is, they can’t see it at all.

If Shen Zhenyi condensed the divine tree, then he would be relieved. After all, the seeds of the divine tree represent the eighth master of the divine human realm in the future. There are not no such characters in the ancient martial arts lineage, not to mention those old men in the obelisk. senior.

But…if you can’t see it, it’s scary.

“To say that he looks like Zhu Jie and Yuan Yuli is really underestimating him.”

Han Shanshen sighed, and couldn’t help but boast: “Fortunately, old man, I made a decisive decision and established a good relationship with him, otherwise it would be very troublesome.”

Cui Guanyin rolled his eyes at him and said, “Now that the Marrow Washing Cave is ruined, I don’t know how angry the old man will be. It’s a blessing or a curse, it’s hard to say.”

Han Shanshen was dumbfounded, and Ji Lingling fought a cold war.

The old man’s temper…he couldn’t figure it out either.

Well, let these two uncertain people figure it out for themselves. Han Shanshen consoled himself.

In the valley, the sound of the huqin is melodious.

A sloppy white-haired Taoist casually walked in the road, with a huqin hanging above his head, playing music automatically under the fiddle of the divine light.

Behind him, a handsome young man in red, carrying a huge coffin, followed with heavy footsteps.

“Master, why do we suddenly want to go back?”

The coffin-carrying youth looked gloomy and asked.

He followed the master to travel around the world. It was when his practice was greatly increased. Suddenly, the master said that he would go back, interrupting this journey of cultivation, making him feel uncomfortable no matter what he thought.

The old Taoist grinned, wrinkled like a chrysanthemum.

“Your chance is broken, of course we have to look back.”

“My chance?”

The expression of the coffin-carrying young man changed slightly, and he frowned, “Master, didn’t you say that I only need to enter the marrow washing cave once, and I can break through the eighth level of the god-human realm and become the only person who can break through this realm outside the obelisk? Who else can break my chance?”

The divine light above his head appeared, turning into a phantom tree, shaking constantly.

Divine Light Tree!

The eighth seed of the god-human realm!

He is the direct descendant of the old man of the ancient martial arts lineage who devoted himself to cultivate and smashed countless resources, and can also be said to be the strongest of the younger generation in the entire Xuantian City.

The old man once estimated that after this journey of cultivation, condensed into the seeds of the divine tree, and then entered the marrow washing cave to refine, there is a possibility of breaking through the eighth level of the god-human realm.

However……

The old Taoist looked into the distance, his face was expressionless, and he coughed for a long time: “Unfortunately, just now, Elder Han and Elder Cui urgently communicated, saying that the marrow washing cave was destroyed and no longer exists.”

what the hell!

The coffin-carrying boy jumped three feet high, gritted his teeth and said, “Old man, you said that you guaranteed me to enter the eighth level of the divine realm, and then I believed in your evil, and followed you around the world, carrying this divine coffin, eating How much pain you’ve had to tell me now?”

This coffin is extremely heavy. Even a master of the divine and human realm will be exhausted and numb in his hands and feet, not to mention that the old man’s training and cultivation are all whimsical, and he is simply risking his life to act.

After so many years of hard work, the young man is almost finished.

Now tell him that the goal has been unattainable?

What are you kidding?

The old Taoist scratched his head in embarrassment and said, “It’s not impossible. As long as you enter the obelisk in the future and the moon eye in the obelisk leaks out the true energy of the moon, you can still break through the eighth level of the god-human realm. Now your foundation is thick enough…”

“Then what do I want you to do!”

The coffin-carrying young man was furious, stomped his feet and cracked the ground, suddenly went mad, turned around and ran.

“To enter the obelisk and achieve the eighth level of the god-human realm, how could I not be able to do it, why should I carry this broken coffin with you!”

In an instant, he had already run a hundred miles away. The strange thing was that even though he was disgusted, he didn’t throw down the coffin on his back, but only shouted and vented his dissatisfaction.

The white-haired old Taoist stopped Hu Qin, looked at his back, and sighed helplessly.

“It’s fine for you to be quiet, this kind of change is really unexpected.”

It was not the first time that this apprentice suddenly went mad. Under this kind of hard training, it was normal for him to be mentally abnormal, and it would not be a big deal. From his past experience, it only took a few days of hard work, and he would naturally come back obediently.

What he has to worry about now is to wash the marrow hole.

The old Taoist stared at the valley in the mist.

“Who is it that can destroy the marrow washing cave?”

He couldn’t figure it out.

You can only step forward and see for yourself.

The coffin-carrying boy ran for a long time and slowly slowed down. He was still full of resentment and panting. He only felt that the coffin on his back was getting heavier and his head was getting married, and he was getting more and more unhappy.

“hateful!”

He gritted his teeth and was angry, but he didn’t know how to vent.

“Little brother, slow down, where are you going with this fierce coffin on your back?”

Behind him, there was a faint voice.

The coffin-carrying boy was startled, and when he looked back, he saw an elegant middle-aged man riding a crane, hovering in the air, looking at him with a half-smile.

“I am Shen Baihe of Abandoned Sword Villa. Seeing that the little brother has black energy on his face, I am afraid that there will be a bloody disaster, so I came here to rescue him.”

The middle-aged man spoke lightly.