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At this moment, Mu Yun's entire body was colliding with the wall, and he felt as if he had entered a rocky hill, and the surroundings were in chaos.

Mu Yun felt that his body was sucked by a strong wind and kept rolling into the depths.

The crackling sound kept ringing, but fortunately his body was tough and he was not seriously injured. However, it was essential to become very embarrassed after the rolling.

The continuous rolling, accompanied by a muffled bang, finally stopped.

At this moment, Mu Yun was dressed in a torn dress and his hair was spread out, looking like a beggar.

Seeing this scene, Mu Yun immediately stood up and looked around nervously.

He seemed to be in a hall, around which he looked dull and groggy.

However, at the front, there was indeed a dragon throne three meters long and one meter wide.

On the back of the dragon chaise, there are two real dragons that are auspicious, entangled together and lifelike.

On both sides of the handrail, there were two dragon heads appearing, glaring in their eyes, with awesome momentum.

At this moment, on the dragon throne, a figure remained motionless, as stable as Mount Tai.

Seeing this scene, Mu Yun exhaled and held the Sword of the Wooked Word in his hand.

"Um?"

But suddenly, the figure in the dragon throne made a shocking and suspicious sound.

"Who are you?"

The sound of gurgling sound was as unpleasant as the paste was bubbling.

"Who are you?"

Looking at this person, Mu Yun was even more cautious.

This ghost place, every point is normal.

"Me? Hehe..."

The paste-like sound rang again, and Mu Yun felt really uncomfortable.

"How did you come in? Boy!"

But that figure, with his head down, covered himself in a dragon robe, spoke again.

"I? Come in!"

As soon as these words came out, the man sitting in the square looked at Mu Yun and looked at Mu Yun's whole body, as if he didn't believe it at all.

Mu Yun didn't say much.

"You can actually get here, probably have some means."

The man said silently: "But I advise you to leave immediately no matter why you come here!"

Hearing this, Mu Yun frowned.

leave?

That is certainly impossible.

After all he has come here, he naturally has to search for it.

Mu Yun kept looking around the hall and found that the empty hall was nothing but this person.

Mu Yun said, "I am from the Southern Sword Domain. This time, the Thirty-Three Heavenly Sword Sect is conducting a trial. Here, it is said to be called the Holy Tomb, which is..."

Speaking of this, Mu Yun paused, sighed, and said again: "It is said that it is the burial place of the sword saint Lu Qingfeng. This time, the Thirty-Three Heavens Sword Sect..."

"Ha ha……"

However, before Mu Yun's words were finished, the man suddenly burst into laughter.

The voice was hoarse, revealing endless emptiness.

"Where is Lu Qingfeng's burial?"

"Ha ha……"

The man smiled very exaggeratedly, as if he had heard a huge joke.

"The idiots in the Thirty-Three Heavenly Sword Sect thought they had killed Mie Tianyan, Mu Yun died, and the Mie Tian Sword Sect fell?"

"The 33 Peak Lords are all stubborn, and Jian Nantian is even more foolish!"

"Who is Lu Qingfeng? A generation of sword immortals who destroy the sky flames, known as Qingshan Sword Saint, is his master dead, and his junior brother dies, how could he die!"

At this moment, if others were here, they would definitely not know what the man was talking about, but after Mu Yun knew about the news of his past and present life, he felt a little happy for a moment.

"You said Lu Qingfeng is not dead?"

"He's dead, how could I still be here!"

The man's voice suddenly felt resentful.

"Who are you?"

Mu Yun was a little confused.

However, from the man's mouth, he could see that the eldest brother was not dead, and it seemed that he trapped the man here.

This surprised Muzai Anger.

But no matter what, the eldest brother is not dead, which is great news.

"who I am?"

The man suddenly raised his head. Under the hat, a face was covered with thin, bark, and his eyes were empty and unsightly.

What kind of face is that?

It's exactly like bark.

Terrible, disgusting!

"Thirty thousand years ago, the Thirty-Three Heavenly Sword Sect and Thirty-Three Immortal Swords, selected a Heavenly Sword Sword named Mie Tianyan!"

"Ten thousand years ago, another Tianjianzi was born in the Thirty-Three Heavenly Sword Sect, named Yunlang. He has never been extradited in the Three Thousand Small World!"

"Twenty thousand years ago..."

The man finished his words and smiled bitterly, but that smile looked ugly.

"Twenty thousand years ago, a disciple of the Thirty-Three Heavenly Sword Sect was chosen by the Thirty-Three Heavenly Sword Sect and became the Heavenly Sword Son. That person is me, Lin Xuan!"

boom……

After these words, Mu Yun felt that his head was about to explode.

For a long time, every ten thousand years, thirty-three fairy swords will automatically choose a Tianjianzi.

As expected, the chosen Tian Jianzi will be either the leader of the Thirty-Three Heavenly Sword Sect, the leader of each peak, or the elder with high power.

Thirty thousand years ago, it was his master Di Tianyan who was famous for his great reputation.

But Mu Yun never knew who was under his master?

He only knew that Yun Lang was the next one, but he didn't expect that Yun Lang was chosen ten thousand years ago!

He also thought that Yun Lang was only chosen after he was reborn.

These two news shocked him.

Lin Xuan, how could Tian Jianzi, who was 20,000 years ago, come to this point now?

And Yun Lang was Tian Jianzi ten thousand years ago. Wouldn't that mean that the Tian Jianzi of the thirty-three Heavenly Sword Gate was born soon...

"Who are you lying to?"

However, Mu Yun snorted at this moment: "You said you are Lin Xuan? I know Lin Xuan. Twenty thousand years ago, the Heavenly Sword Sect selected by the Thirty-Three Heavenly Sword Sect, but this son was like a meteor, crossing the night sky and dissipating. No one had ever heard of him!"

"Why should I lie to you?"

Lin Xuan said bitterly.

After thousands of years, no one talks with him, he seems to be very lonely.

"Twenty thousand years ago, I was selected as the Tian Jianzi, and then was vigorously cultivated by the sect. I have not practiced in the sword domain for a long time, so naturally there are very few people who know me!"

"But ten thousand years ago, Mu Yun, the leader of the Yun Alliance, fell, and the immortal world was in chaos. Countless forces were staring at Yun Alliance and wanted to swallow it."

"At this time, I'm back and ready to show off my talents and make some big news..."

"But, but..."

Lin Xuan said, holding the dragon throne on both sides almost tightly with both hands.

"But that Lu Qingfeng ruined everything about me!"

"I was deceived by him, used by him, and punished by him here. This guy, unexpectedly... he actually made others think he was dead, damn!"

Lin Xuan's whole body kept trembling.
To be continued...