Chapter 1865

A bird's-eye view of the altar made me feel more and more magnificent.

If this is really under Jianshan, then he thinks that the interior of Jianshan is empty.

The space is so large that the altar looks spectacular.

It seems that the sword spirit here is stronger than that above. Xiao Yao heard Su Shanshan say before that there are some problems in the source of sword spirit in Jianshan.

Now he has an intuition that he seems to be very close to what Su Shanshan said.

When I think about it, I'm still a little excited

After a while of shaking, when Su Shanshan and Luo Yin stabilize themselves again, Xiao Yao doesn't know where they are.

It's like it's gone out of thin air.

In the place where Xiao Yao stood before, a crack appeared.

Two girls, two faces.

Yes, two faces!

"Master, can't grandfather Chen fall into the ditch?" The crack out of thin air looks like a ditch.

Su Shanshan went up to him and looked, but he didn't speak.

Luo Yin was already a little worried and urged: "master, let's hurry down to find grandfather Chen!"

"No way." Su Shanshan shook his head and said with a frown.

"Why?" Luo Yin was a little surprised by his master's reply.

Su Shanshan turned to look at Luo Yin and said, "although we are not going down now, I can feel the sharp sword wind. If we go down now, I'm afraid we will be torn apart by the sword wind before we land."

When he said this, Su Shanshan frowned.

Luo Yin's face turns pale in an instant, and he only feels that his hands and feet are weak and the sky is dark.

"That... That grandfather Chen now..."

Luo Yin did not finish, Su Shanshan did not answer.

"Wuwuwuwu, is grandfather Chen dead?" Luo Yin's tears are coming.

Su Shanshan had a headache and quickly comforted him: "that's what I said, but Chen jianzun is very powerful. There should be nothing wrong. We don't need to worry about it..."

Although the words say so, but haven't finished, Su Shanshan's voice has been more and more small.

Even for herself, she felt that what she said was a bit of nonsense.

"Master, can grandfather Chen really live?" Luo Yin sobbed and asked in a low voice.

Su Shanshan didn't know how to answer Luo Yin's question. She just looked at the little girl's red eyes and could only nod her head. She went against her heart and comforted: "yes, Chen jianzun is powerful. He should have a way to resist the sword wind below."

Luo Yin's mood is better.

She's not stupid either. She just thinks that her master won't cheat her.

Although she and Xiao Yao haven't known each other for a long time, Luo Yin thinks that Xiao Yao is a good person. If it wasn't for Xiao Yao, she couldn't have joined the ranks of immortals.

Now, Luoyin is very square!

Xiao Yao is also very square now.

He always felt that the source of Jianshan's sword Qi was not far away from himself, but he just couldn't find it.

I'm upset at the moment.

He wandered about like a headless fly.

Soon, he had seen the whole picture of the altar.

It was because he understood that he was very curious now. He couldn't figure out why the altar followed the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth.

In this altar, the atmosphere of Chinese culture is too heavy. He can't help thinking whether the existence of this altar has anything to do with the original human race. In addition, he wants to know the existence of this altar, what is its significance, and why it exists in this place.

Standing in the center of the altar, he walked a long distance ahead. In front of him was a stone platform. On the stone platform, there was not nothing but a wooden box.

After opening the wooden box, there were some seal characters in it.

I don't know how many years ago it was. It can be seen that this wooden box is definitely not ordinary.

In addition to the wooden box containing the seal characters, two stone swords are carved on both sides of the stone platform.

The stone sword doesn't look very big. It's only about the size of a palm. It's carved on the stone platform. It's one of the two. So Xiao Yao can't pick up the small stone sword and take a good look at it.

Overhead, the fire was still burning.

When Xiao Yao picked up the Fu Zhuan on the wooden box, a strange fire suddenly fell, shining like the stars in the night, just above the Fu Zhuan. In an instant, the Fu Zhuan was burning, and the smoke curled up clearly. The smoke did not dissipate immediately in the air, but slowly condensed, forming a circle like a mirror, In the light of the strange fire, it emits a holy halo, light ripple, gradually subsides, forming a light curtain.

In the light curtain, there are many people.

Xiao Yao took a deep breath, took a step forward and watched carefully.

The scene in the light curtain, looking at the familiar, and then thinking about it, he suddenly realized.

What the light curtain reflected was the altar that he stretched out at this time.

But in the light curtain, the altar looks more towering, and on the altar, there are dozens of people, and under the altar, there are thousands of people.

It was a sunny season. In front of the stone table on the altar in the light curtain, there stood a man with a long sword. He was dignified, expressionless and powerful.

When Xiao Yao finds that he still has a jade plate hanging around his waist, he suddenly remembers the one Luo Yin showed him before.

These are all fairy people!

This jade plate is the symbol of Zhenlong Jianzong's identity.

According to the truth, this should have been a long time ago, otherwise, Su Shanshan could not have been unaware of the situation here and would not have been curious about the origin of sword Qi.

In the light curtain, the fairies above and below the altar were all devout, speechless, and their eyes were full of expectations, as if they were praying for something.

In the light curtain, the fairy family holding the long sword suddenly picked up a Fu Zhuan. The Fu Zhuan soared up, lingering with wisps of blue smoke, and turned into a green crane. The green crane stretched its neck and sang. In a flash, wisps of blue rainbow rose up to connect heaven and earth.

When Xiao Yao saw this, he was still puzzled. Suddenly, a light flashed in his mind, like a treasure opened by himself, and then countless amounts of information poured into his brain

The heritage of the human race!

In this kind of environment, I opened a part of the memory about the human race.

The expression on Xiao Yao's face became extremely painful, as if he was suffering from an unbearable torment.

With the passage of time, Xiao Yao's originally cloudy pupils gradually become clear. He looks at the light curtain again. The scene in the light curtain has changed. What he sees is no longer the altar, but the sword field full of swords on the sword mountain.

On the sword field, the sound of ten thousand swords, however, lasted only one minute and soon subsided.

All the fairies on and off the altar showed their regrets, and even worse, they were full of despair.

A group of fairies knelt down and kowtowed their heads, but they did not see the way of heaven.

As the light curtain disappeared, Xiao Yaochang sighed and sneered.

He finally understood what the existence of the altar meant.

I don't know how many years ago, a group of fairies in Zhenlong Jianzong set up altars to pray for a ray of Kendo from heaven.

The arrangement of the altar and the carving of the Fu and Zhuan scripts were all seen from an ancient book, which they found in the ancient wasteland.

Unfortunately, these fairies failed.

"Pray to the way of heaven in the way of human race. If the way of heaven can promise you, it will be soon." Xiao Yao bit his head and said.

He looked at the remaining Fu Zhuan in the wooden box again, and his eyes moved, as if he was thinking about something.

"They failed because they are fairies, but I'm different. I'm a Terran. This is what we Terran have studied. In this case, why don't I do something under the current situation?"

Want to understand these, Xiao Yao face smile more Sheng.

If they succeed, the forefathers of Zhenlong Jianzong don't know how much to hold back. This is to make wedding clothes for others.

It has to be said that although the fairies of Zhenlong Jianzong are no longer there, the altars have been abandoned, and even because they cover up the ugly, they are still very strict. Especially in the arrangement of the altar, every step is the same.

It's a pity that they are fairies, and they end up in failure.

Xiao Yao reaches out his hand, takes out a seal, shakes his head and throws it aside.

"The Fu Zhuan script is completely based on the gourd painting. Although it has gathered some spirit and immortal power, it is not enough to lead to the tempering of heaven." The spring and autumn sword suddenly appeared in Xiao Yao's hand, and his body jumped up.

In a flash, the sword light of spring and autumn burst out. The sword light flickered continuously, which was particularly eye-catching.

The sword patterns emitted by the sword light are rippling in this space. On the altar, the sword light leaves traces. It looks vigorous and powerful. A bird's-eye view shows that Xiao Yao uses the long sword as the pen, the altar as the paper, and the sword as the ink to write the seal characters.

Vigorous and powerful, dust flying.

After Xiao Yao fell, he stood in the center of the seal script, raised his head and passed through the gap above his head.

"Human Xiao Yao, ask for a piece of Kendo again!"

Xiao Yao suddenly accepted the gas and roared.

In a flash, the space vibrated again.

Xiao Yao holds the spring and autumn sword in his hand. When he wields a sword, the wind is strong and his clothes are flying.

"Come here, all of you!"

Another roar. the order , once given , will be strictly enforced. outside. On the sword field, ten thousand swords rose up together, making a pleasant sword sound. The sword was full of breath and swarmed into the gap that suddenly appeared, like locusts. With Su Shanshan's and Luo Yin's eyes, dianxing, miemo and Feiyu fly into the deep cave together with the long sword on the sword field“ Why don't you come yet? " Xiao Yao suddenly became very angry. He stamped his foot and drank angrily with the great sword on the altar. A blue sword, like a drunkard, also flies into the deep hole. Sword name, Zhenlong!