C177 The truth of 100000 years ago

It was obvious that this was a divine sword forged by the Monarch Dao Divine Gold!

However, it was still not clear whether it was a Sovereign artifact or a Monarch Artifact, but what was certain was that it had no owner!

Isn't this nonsense? The Ancient Sword Mountain has stood here for hundreds of thousands of years, so its master naturally had ceased to exist long ago.

Unless they were Immortals, no one would be able to live that long.

"The Great Net Immortal Gold is complete!" Someone exclaimed.

This sword was entirely white, the sword's blade had ancient Rune and pictures engraved, the sword's blade edge was as sharp as ever!

"It's this!" When Hei Tian's voice entered Dian Feng's sea of consciousness, it actually trembled slightly.

Dian Feng was startled, he asked: "Black sky, have you seen this sword before?"

The dark sky had existed from the ancient times until now. As long as it was something from the time he was born, he would recognize it.

Hei Tian took a deep breath and said, "I do. I'm extremely familiar with it! I haven't seen it for a hundred thousand years. "

A hundred thousand years?!

Dian Feng was shocked. This was a very important time, because the dark sky had mentioned it to him several times!

"Could it be …" Dian Feng suddenly remembered something, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he thought: "Could it be his sword?!"

He.

Both Hei Tian and Dian Feng understood who "he" was referring to.

Tianquan Holy Land, the Saint Lord from a hundred thousand years ago — Feng Yan!

This extremely powerful sword, was actually Feng Yan's sword!

"But how is this possible!?" Dian Feng frowned, he could tell that it was an Emperor Sword!

"It can't be wrong. I recognize it. Look at the images of heaven and earth, mountains, rivers, yin and yang, fish, birds and beasts engraved on the sword blade. I taught him to carve it at that time!" Hei Tian looked excited. He wished that he could fly over and grab the sword to examine it!

It was not just the dark sky. When the ancient sword appeared, everyone had a different look in their eyes!

"What divine weapon is this? Why do I feel like I am facing a Great Monarch! " Long Xuefeng stood in the air and looked at the huge ancient sword, feeling hot blood surging in his heart!

"This, could this be a Monarch Artifact?!" Someone was trembling in fear. When the ancient sword had released its Divine Splendor s, it had actually revealed a trace of the dignity of a Monarch Stage.

"There's no mistake, this is a Monarch Artifact!" Bing Yu took a deep glance at the Great Sword, and a burst of light appeared in front of him.

Was this a Monarch Artifact?

How is this possible!?

Dian Feng, on the other hand, was in a state of disbelief. Feng Yan died with only quasi-Monarch Stage, so there was no way for his weapon to become a Monarch Artifact first!

Black Sky was the same, a wave of suspicion surfaced in the hearts of the two people, immediately becoming suspicious of the truth of Feng Yan's death.

"Clank, clank!"

Suddenly, the three thousand meter tall Great Sword began to tremble, and the rocks attached to its body all fell down, revealing the dazzling Shenhua s on its blade!

"Buzz!"

The Great Sword shook off the dust on its body and the tip of its sword rose up from the ground!

The sword body trembled, an invisible ripple spread out, and then Dian Feng was stunned in mid air.

Because, within this ripple, was a trace of Spiritual Sense!

"Heitian, you're finally here!" An indifferent and joyful voice was transmitted into Dian Feng's sea of consciousness.

"Wind..." "Speak!" Hei Tian's voice trembled. It was excitement. To hear that familiar voice again after a hundred thousand years, what kind of emotion was that?

"I am only a Sword Spirit, not him." That voice rang again, and Dian Feng listened quietly.

"Is he still alive?" Hei Tian asked carefully, afraid that he would hear another grievous news.

"I've waited for you for a hundred thousand years. Finally, you've appeared again." Sword Spirit's voice rang out, sounding a bit sad and emotional. A hundred thousand years was too long!

The Emperor Sword had a soul and had waited here for a hundred thousand years just to replace its master.

"He's still alive, right?!" As the Emperor Sword and Feng Yan's lives were intertwined, naturally only it knew the exact condition of Feng Yan.

The Sword Spirit replied, "A hundred thousand years is too long. Everything has been gone for a long time."

Hei Tian turned silent, but Sword Spirit continued, "Great Monarch left after burying me here. I don't know where he went either."

Hei Tian nodded, then he thought of something and asked: "Didn't Feng Yan get killed during the Great Monarch tribulation? Could the Cosmic Cauldron be lying to me?! "

Both Hei Tian and Dian Feng had never doubted what the Cosmic Cauldron had said, but it seemed like the situation needed to be reexamined.

After all, compared to the Cosmic Cauldron, the Emperor Sword that clearly belonged to Feng Yan, was more persuasive.

However, Sword Spirit's answer surprised both Hei Tian and Dian Feng.

"The one who is riding the Monarch Tribulation is not the actual body of the Great Monarch, it is merely a clone of him." Sword Spirit suddenly laughed, feeling a little proud. "I didn't expect that Great Monarch had cheated the world for a hundred thousand years!"

If Feng Yan died during the heavenly tribulation, this Emperor Sword would naturally not be born!

"Clone?" "Could it be!" The dark sky suddenly came to a realization. Then, the corners of his mouth curled up in surprise as he thought of something!

"Hei Tian, have you forgotten about the divine technique that you taught Great Monarch?" Hei Tian was too concerned about Feng Yan, so he had actually lost his cool, something that he might not have expected.

Hei Tian's voice was somewhat shocked as he spoke word by word, "Origin Split Body Arts?!"

"That's right." The Sword Spirit said softly.

"Origin Split Body Arts? "What is that?!" Dian Feng could no longer maintain his silence. It seemed that this was an extremely powerful Arcane Arts.

The Sword Spirit did not pay attention to Dian Feng as he replied in a deep voice, "That was created by the Space-time Heavenly Monarch. I obtained it by chance."

With regards to more information, Hei Tian didn't tell Dian Feng anything. Dian Feng didn't want to ask too much either, but a strong interest had grown in this piece of Arcane Arts.

A hundred thousand years ago, Feng Yan borrowed this Arcane Arts and created a clone to undergo the Great Monarch Tribulation! During the tribulation, this clone was killed by a group of black hands. As a result, everyone believed that this unparalleled quasi Emperor died!

However, the truth was that Feng Yan's original body had moved to another place, and that Feng Yan had passed through the tribulation to become the emperor!

Even the Cosmic Cauldron had been deceived, thinking that Feng Yan had died, and from then on, Tian Quan, Yao Guang and the other Sacred Grounds had become sworn enemies.

"I knew he wouldn't die!" Hei Tian was so excited that he almost shouted. Feng Yan didn't die a hundred thousand years ago, so Hei Tian didn't think Feng Yan would die.

However, Dian Feng rolled his eyes, thinking back to the scene when he met the Cosmic Cauldron.

"Hehe, I wonder who it is. When I heard the news of Feng Yan's death, even my sorrow has turned into a river …" Dian Feng teased, but he did not have any malicious intent, he was just teasing.

"Cough, cough!" The dark sky remembered the expression on his face when the Cosmic Cauldron told him the news of Feng Yan's death.

Hei Tian coughed and retorted at Dian Feng, "You talk too much!"

"Ha ha!" The conversation between Dian Feng and the black sky was naturally heard by the Sword Spirit, and it let out a soft laugh.