Chapter 550: The Current King Yuan! Wang Tong's Chances of Winning

On Lingjian Mountain, golden light splashed, like a golden kingdom.

Thousands of sword marks echoed in unison, seeming to congratulate the new sword marks.

A mysterious aura filled the entire Lingjian Mountain, and endless runes jumped out, like a long river, lingering around the new sword mark, and finally engraved in the center of ten thousand sword marks.

"One sword can suppress all methods!?" The great elder of Yinyuan moved his beard and hair, and his old eyes shone with a terrifying brilliance.

He looked at Lingjian Mountain in disbelief, his wrinkled face filled with surprise.

"It's amazing. It seems that the master is right, I'm too weak." Jiang Longyuan stared at the spiritual sword with a shocked expression.

He was completely convinced by what his master said before parting.

The outside world is too big, and there are a lot of people like him.

Before, he was defeated by Zhou Dao, and he was holding his breath in his heart. Now that he saw Zhou Dao's grace, he was completely convinced.

This world must be seen before he can grow.

At this moment, Jiang Longyuan had already made up his mind to follow Zhou Dao.

"It's... it's successful... it's really successful..." Su Yaoji's face turned pale and she couldn't believe it.

Throughout the past 100,000 years, there have been 3,000 guests from the world's most talented people. Who can leave their name here?

Leaving sword marks on Lingjian Mountain is not only a great honor, but also a proof of strength.

Even thousands of years later, his evil reputation will not be erased by time, it will remain here and be admired by all generations.

Such an honor can actually be acquired by ordinary people.

Looking back, the most recent climber to leave a name was Zhou Xuan, king of the Yuan Dynasty, more than thirty years ago.

"No wonder he was able to win the last seat at the Shanhai Banquet."

Su Yaoji sighed softly.

Originally, at the Mountain and Sea Banquet, Zhou Dao added one more seat after the twenty-eight seats. He entered the Chenggang realm and was already the first person of his generation in the Yuyao Division.

Now, as soon as he entered the Hermitage, he left his sword marks on Lingjian Mountain.

This move will definitely cause shock in the world, and the brilliance above his head will become even more dazzling.

"Prince Yuan...Feast of Mountains and Seas...Lingjian Mountain..." Su Yaoji couldn't help but smile bitterly.

She couldn't understand how there could be such a person in this world? Are others still alive?

At this moment, her heart was rippling, and the feeling of powerlessness made her feel an unprecedented emptiness, as if she needed something to fill it.

"Oh my God, he actually did it. He climbed mountains and left his name, and resonated with thousands of swords... Is he still a human being?"

Shen Langyan and Meng Zhibai looked at each other, their whole bodies trembling with excitement.

It looked like that day when Ha Shiqi rode on the third princess of Rongshan, and the clouds and rain reached the peak, with a long aftertaste that is unforgettable.

Today, they witnessed a miracle and a legend.

Even decades later, they can proudly say to their descendants that on that day, I saw with my own eyes the traces left by King Yuan on the mountain.

That man's style is unparalleled in the world.

"If one day I can reach this level, it will be worth it even if I die." Shen Langyan murmured softly.

It is enough to hear the truth in the morning and die in the evening.

From the moment they met Zhou Dao, their destiny began to change, and they had an unprecedented desire for power.

At this moment, the mark in the center of the thousands of sword marks seemed like a monument, standing in the heart, forging them to move forward bravely.

"It must be possible." Meng Zhibai gritted his teeth and said.

The two looked at each other and clasped their hands, sparking a spark of brotherly love.

"Jianzhu, you have gained a good disciple." The great elder of Yinyuan couldn't help but sigh.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of sadness that times had changed.

There is always a new tide rising in the waves of the river, and thousands of sails will come to an end immediately.

He has seen too many geniuses rise and fall... Along the way, how many people can climb that mountain?

"Prince Yuan... he deserves to be the Prince of Yuan." The great elder of Yin Yuan sighed.

More than thirty years ago, Zhou Xuan also climbed that mountain, and his Mayfly Sword Technique shocked the world and left an immortal mark.

Now, more than thirty years have passed, and a new era is coming.

When King Yuan came again, he left his mark on the mountain.

Yesterday seems to be right in front of you.

This is like a reincarnation, the fate is hard to describe, and it reveals the mystery of fate.

"Great Elder, what else do you have to say?" Jianzhu glanced at him and said calmly.

His expression moved slightly, but the pride could not be concealed in his eyes.

This time, Zhou Daotai gave him a face.

"The next generation is to be feared." The great elder of Yinyuan had to admit that the current King Yuan already had the qualifications to attack the highest level.

Once he steps into the dragon gate, he will definitely break through the Tao realm.

At that time, the world is vast, and he will be the top group of existences.

"He should be able to enter the Lost Cemetery." Jianzhu's eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice.

The great elder of Yinyuan's face trembled slightly and he couldn't help but glance at the sword pillar.

"What Zhou Xuan left behind will naturally be inherited by King Yuan in this life. How can it fall into the hands of outsiders?"

Li Zangfeng certainly knew that when Zhou Xuan entered the hermitage, opened the Lost Cemetery, and left very important things there.

He was waiting, waiting for his successors to follow his footsteps and take away the thing.

"Chu Shen...has been recognized by the previous generation King Yuan. He is not an outsider." The great elder of Yinyuan emphasized.

He had high hopes for that young man.

It is no exaggeration to say that before Zhou Daowei, he was almost the most outstanding young man he had ever seen. He was extremely talented and unparalleled in the world.

Not only did he gain the recognition of the previous King Yuan, he even opened the [Lost Cemetery] that had been silent for many years.

Such an existence naturally won the approval of the Great Elder Yin Yuan.

"Doesn't count?" Jianzhu sneered: "In front of him, everyone can only be regarded as an outsider."

Li Zangfeng pointed at Zhou Dao on Lingjian Mountain.

The great elder of Yinyuan frowned slightly. Although he was a little confused, he still nodded: "I can let him enter the Lost Cemetery."

"In fact, someone has already come to say hello."

"Who?" Li Zangfeng couldn't help asking.

"The one from the book club."

Li Zangfeng was relieved, and a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes.

Rumble…

Suddenly, Lingjian Mountain shook, and a shadow slowly rose above the floating clouds in the sky.

It was an ancient Taoist temple, embodying Zhou Dao's figure.

"Peace..." Li Zangfeng's body shook slightly, and a terrifying brilliance burst out in his eyes.

At this moment, his mood fluctuated violently, which was even more intense than the one he had just left when he climbed the mountain.

"Peace...peace...the hope of this life!"

Li Zangfeng murmured, as if he finally saw the glimmer of light at the end of the night.

Rumble…

Suddenly, the shadow of the ancient Taoist temple disappeared in an instant. Then, the floating clouds shattered, and a golden light flew up from Lingjian Mountain and flew away through the sky.

"That is……"

"The sword mark left by Mijueluo actually flew away?"

"Headmaster of Longhu Mountain, he lost his mark to a junior, so he doesn't want to stay here?"

The great elder of Yinyuan couldn't help but be stunned. This scene was beyond his expectation.

"Mijueluo!"

Li Zangfeng's eyes dropped slightly as he chewed on the name.

Even as a Sword Pillar, he was deeply afraid of the headmaster of Longhu Mountain, who was his senior brother's biggest enemy.

Today, the traces left by Zhou Dao's mountain climbing may have attracted the attention of the number one person in the Taoist sect.

…

Lingzhao Mountain, Chiling Palace.

The situation suddenly changed, and in front of the majestic palace, the sea of ​​clouds rolled and the waves became treacherous.

Ye Miaoxian was dressed in palace makeup and looked very beautiful. Behind her stood a young man, who was clearly Wu Xuanxin.

"With your current strength, it is simply wishful thinking to deal with Zhou Dao."

"That's why I want to use the power of Chiling Palace." Wu Xuanxin gritted his teeth.

Ye Miaoxian was noncommittal: "Kid, why do you think so?"

call……

Wu Xuanxin raised his hand, and a black shadow flew out of his sleeves and landed heavily on the ground.

It was a man, covered in blood, who had suffered so much abuse, his skin and flesh were torn apart, every good part of his body was covered in blood, and his mouth roared like a wild beast.

"Wucang Mountain!?" Ye Miaoxian glanced at it.

"One share of Ye Kong's essence is three for that day. To show my sincerity, I am willing to dedicate Wucang Mountain." Wu Xuanxin gritted his teeth.

This is the path that Lu Xianyang pointed out for him. Even though he was unwilling to do so, he had to do it.

"What about you?" Ye Miaoxian said calmly.

Ye Kong's essence was divided into three parts, obtained by Wu Cangshan, Wu Xuanxin and Qi Hao respectively.

"I……"

Rumble…

Suddenly, the sky shook, and a golden light shot into the sky, fleeting, causing the Chiling Palace to tremble.

Ye Miaoxian's expression changed. A piece of information came through, causing a look of shock to appear on her pretty face.

"Unexpectedly, that boy actually walked so far. He climbed the mountain and left a mark. It's a good trick." Ye Miaoxian murmured softly.

Wu Xuanxin pricked up his ears, wondering what was going on.

After a while, Ye Miaoxian took a deep breath and hid the thoughts in her heart.

"Prince Yuan's fortune is booming. You have all been his enemies. Although you have been defeated repeatedly, you can survive a hundred battles. In fact, you are all his nemesis."

Ye Miaoxian's voice became extremely mysterious.

"As long as he fails once, he will be doomed."

As he spoke, Ye Miaoxian gently tapped his jade hand, and a ray of light flashed into Wucangshan's body.

The latter roared, his body shook, and the scars all over healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. In an instant, the dragon and tiger were fierce, and the terrifying aura shook the sky.

"Wu Xuanxin..." Wu Cangshan regained his strength, his eyes flickered fiercely, and he shouted loudly.

"Your enemy is Zhou Dao." Ye Miaoxian said calmly.

"Go ahead, now is your chance."

Ye Miaoxian waved his hand, and Wu Xuanxin and Wu Cangshan disappeared.

The mountain breeze blows and the sea of ​​clouds changes, just like the world of mortals, with all kinds of colors.

"Palace Master, did you send those two boys to the Lost Cemetery?" Elder Tianxing walked from the side.

"Their power is insignificant, but they can help Chu Shen and hold Zhou Dao in some way." Ye Miaoxian was confident.

"Zhou Tianxuanzong...are they really sure that they can inherit everything from that man?" Elder Tianxing was a little doubtful.

"Back then, he founded Zhou Tianxuan Sect, just to prevent one day, when he was gone, everything about King Yuan would not fall into the hands of others." The person Ye Miaoxian was talking about was naturally referring to Zhou Xuan.

In fact, Zhou Xuan was so ambitious back then that he had already intended to end the Yuan King Dharma Assembly.

He left Zhou Tianxuanzong behind. No matter who ascended the throne of Yuan Wang again later, Zhou Tianxuanzong could deprive him of everything.

Chu Shen is the descendant of Zhou Tianxuanzong.

In a sense, he is the successor of Zhou Xuan's will.

"Back then, after that man died, Zhou Tianxuan Sect was split into two. Are they really sure?" Elder Tianxing asked again.

"Xuanzong of Zhoutian is divided into [Ming Vein] and [Hidden Vein]. After so many years of massacres, the Hidden Vein has long been extinct. Naturally, everything is decided by Ming Vein. If they hadn't helped each other back then, how could Kong'er absorb the power of King Yuan?" Ye Miaoxian said lightly.

In fact, there was also a shadow of Mingmai in the siege and killing of Zhou Xuan.

Later, Zhou Tianxuanzong split, and Mingmai even tried to kill Zhou Xuan's most loyal hidden lineage. Now, Zhoutian Xuanzong has completely fallen into the hands of Mingmai.

"Palace Master, you seem to trust that young man named Chu Shen..."

Elder Tianxing bowed his body and asked a meaningful sentence.

Ye Miaoxian looked at the vast sea of ​​clouds in front of her without looking back.

"Of course I should believe him."

The sigh sounded slowly, with a little tenderness.

…

Longhu Mountain.

In front of an ancient well.

The bright moon hangs high, reflected in the ancient well, and its shadow floats, making ripples.

An old man wearing Taoist robes sat beside the ancient well.

Suddenly, a ray of golden light broke through the sky and fell in front of him.

"The current King Yuan... was a great little guy." The old Taoist whispered, showing a playful smile.

Buzz…

Suddenly, that ray of golden light squirmed and turned into a sharp sword mark, and faintly, there was a dragon and tiger sword intention floating around.

In today's world, the only one who could leave a mark on the sword to take back Mijueluo was, of course, himself.

"Just go with the flow."

Mijueluo waved his hand, and the ray of golden light sank into the well, and disappeared into the depths like a fish.

No one knows how many years later this opportunity will fall into whose hands.

"Master, has someone touched your brand?"

At this moment, a young man slowly walked over. His face could not be said to be handsome, but his temperament between his brows was unique. He was as natural as the universe, as noble as the sky, shining brightly and unattainable.

Up and down Longhu Mountain, there is only one person who is qualified to be called Master Mijueluo.

Wang Tong!

This is known as the most terrifying existence among the younger generation of Taoist sect today.

"The disciples of Jianzhu are quite interesting. They have already shown their fangs and may be your formidable enemies in the future." Mijueluo said calmly.

"The future?" Wang Tong shook his head: "Who in the world will have a future can only be determined by my words."

Mijueluo laughed when he heard this.

Such arrogance seems quite natural for Wang Tong.

"Today, the only person who is qualified to stand in front of me... is Lin Jie..." Wang Tong whispered, and a figure appeared in his mind, which was three-quarters arrogant and seven-cent evil.

"Master, what do you think my chances of winning are?" Wang Tong suddenly asked.

"If Lin Jie is just Lin Jie, you have a 90% chance of winning." Mijueluo said in a deep voice.

"Unfortunately, he is still the disciple of an old drunkard...so you only have a 50% chance of winning."

As he spoke, Mijueluo's eyes darkened slightly and he looked at the wine gourd hanging on the dead tree branch next to the ancient well. A complicated look appeared on his old face.

"Wang Tong."

"Master?"

"In this life, let's kill their lineage."

The night wind howled, blowing through the drifting clouds, covering the bright moon.