Chapter 868 Jiange inheritance envoy
Jiang Ding's spiritual consciousness and sword intention blossomed unreservedly, searching bit by bit in the mountain gate of the Great Sun Sword Sect.
Rocks, vegetation, flowers and birds, cultivators...
No one is spared.
The incarnation of the weapon spirit can become anything. It has spiritual intelligence. It may be watching here, but it has not yet made up its mind and is hesitating.
Jiang Ding did not allow it to hesitate.
According to the procedure, the inheritance should be given to him, so it should be given immediately!
The Taiqing Flying Sword buzzed, spreading its sword light in all directions. This was both destruction and announcing its arrival.
This is the certificate, this is the key, this is the person.
According to the sword law, everyone from the Sword Master of the Great Sun to the Heavenly Lord must come to greet him!
The terrifying sword intent of destruction spread in all directions, scanning every place.
"Find... found it!"
Jiang Ding showed a cold smile and looked at a dark-skinned fat man with a stocky appearance among the tens of thousands of swordsman monks kneeling on the ground. He was in the early stage of foundation building.
Buzz!
The moment he saw him, Taiqing Feijian chanted softly, and his instinctive memory revived a little.
black.
The name of this weapon spirit is Hei, the weapon spirit inherited from the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.
"Black."
"First meeting,"
Jiang Ding said quietly: "Since you are the inheritor of Jiange, why don't you kneel when you see me?"
Jiange inheritance envoy!
The surrounding True Lords such as True Lord Jianyang, True Lord Tianyang, and True Lord Xufang were horrified, and followed their gazes to look at the dark-skinned fat man in the Foundation Establishment Realm.
His name is Liu Hei, a junior at the Foundation Establishment Realm in the sect. He entered the sect one hundred and eleven years ago. His talent is mediocre, ordinary and unremarkable.
Such a passage appears in the souls of many true kings.
'I see. ’
‘This is a disciple of my sect. He is ordinary and not worthy of attention. ’
Many true kings showed signs of sudden enlightenment and forgot about this matter in an instant, no longer looking at this person.
"No, not a disciple...but a messenger of inheritance..."
"No, my sect's disciples usually..."
Some True Lords showed expressions of struggle. After a moment, the expressions of struggle quickly disappeared. Their expressions were calm, completely ignoring them and treating them as disciples of the sect who could be seen everywhere.
Only the three of them, True Lord Xu Fang, True Lord Tianyang, and True Lord Jianyang, clung to the mourning platform, struggled hard, stared at the dark-skinned fat man, and kept reminding themselves that they could barely forget it.
‘Jiange inheritance envoy…’
A huge desire arose in the hearts of the three of them.
Among the Great Sun Sword Sect, the highest inheritance is the canonical level skills. Even if they, as talented people, have been summoned by the weapon spirit, they are still like this.
Have you ever asked why?
The answer is, you are not capable enough and your status is not enough to practice the higher level sword pavilion inheritance.
This is naturally unacceptable and unacceptable.
They are already the most talented and top monks in Beiyuan, why not? Are these supreme classics allowed to rot in the pile of old paper?
No one thinks that he is inherently weaker than others.
‘If I can practice the sword pavilion sutra-level skills, or even the basic skills of the Great Sun Sword, I will not be like what I am today, and I will have great hope of transforming into a god...’
True Lord Jianyang whispered in his heart.
If Lord Xu Fang and others say that his talent in swordsmanship is the best in Beiyuan.
Then it can be said that he, Jianyang, is the most talented in kendo in Beiyuan, unrivaled!
Thousands of years ago, when his heart was as high as the sky, he claimed to be the top person in the world, and asked the inheritance weapon spirit for the basic skills inherited by the Great Sun Sword.
There was just silence and no answer.
Now, the inherited weapon spirit appears in front of you again!
Why don't you worship me when you see me?
Facing Jiang Ding's question, the dark-skinned fat man had to answer and did not dare to remain silent.
He took a step forward and bowed deeply. This is the kendo etiquette passed down by Dairi Sword Pavilion for hundreds of thousands of years. It is complex and ancient. He bowed deeply: "I pay homage to you, may your kendo prosper."
"Answer my question."
Jiang Ding said calmly: "Why don't you kneel down?"
"Your Excellency," "I cannot confirm your identity."
The dark-skinned little fat man bowed again.
"Where?"
"Is there anything wrong with the Flying Sword of the Sun?"
Jiang Ding asked, stroking the sword hilt lightly.
"There is nothing wrong with the flying sword of the sun."
"But, but..."
The little fat man with dark skin showed a look of struggle: "There should not be a big sun sword in this realm. This is against common sense.
In addition, the aura on your body seems to have some similarities with certain enemies, enemies whose identities have not yet been determined.
Me, I really can’t judge. ”
"There is nothing wrong with the flying sword of the sun."
"That's right."
Jiang Ding looked at him calmly, without any excuse or saying a word.
The Taiqing Flying Sword buzzed and vibrated.
The moment she saw this dark-skinned weapon spirit, she awakened a certain instinct.
It's not a spell attached to it.
Rather, this weapon spirit was born to be built according to the needs of the Great Sun Flying Sword.
It was him who had the Great Sun Flying Sword first and then appeared.
It is equivalent to having a key first and then building an iron lock. Just existing between the two has a natural upper and lower suppression relationship.
"Ah!"
"No!"
Just by looking at Taiqing Feijian, the black-skinned weapon spirit screamed, and porcelain-like ferocious blood marks appeared on his face. Even if he possesses some terrible cause and effect technique, is invisible and has an immortal body. Useless, so fragile.
"Jianzi, spare your life!"
"Spare my life!"
"I know I was wrong!"
The dark-skinned little fat man screamed repeatedly, not daring to delay any more, and knelt down on his knees: "Jiange's inheritance envoy Hei, clone Jiuqi, pays homage to Jianzi!"
"Clone ninety-seven?"
Jiang Ding's eyes flashed.
"Yes, Jianzi."
The little fat man with dark skin said respectfully: "I am the clone left by Hei, the successor of Jiange inheritance. I am responsible for the inheritance of Jiange in this area. Hei is the previous generation..."
Click!
There was another trace of blood on his face, and his body trembled.
"Not the previous generation."
"If you haven't completed the beheading, then you are the contemporary Dainichi Swordsman."
The dark-skinned fat man's body was trembling, trying his best to endure the pain in his body and soul: "The black body is in the hands of another contemporary Japanese swordsman."
"According to the law of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, the sword pavilion's inheritance envoy can only recognize one Great Sun Sword Master at the same time and in the same place."
"In my hands, I only have the inheritance of Jiange Yuanying level, and I can give it to you now."
"If you want the remaining inheritance, just kill another contemporary Dainichi Swordsman, and Black will give you all the inheritance."
"Alternatively, if you climb Mount Yangmin where the Master of the Sword Pavilion is located, and be recognized by the Sword Master, you will also be able to obtain the entire inheritance."
"That's the only two methods."
"Only the Nascent Soul level inheritance?"
Jiang Ding frowned, then relaxed.
"Let's get started."
Something is better than nothing.
The Immortal Sect is all like this. They search and search, what kind of status, what kind of skills, and never go beyond anything. Even if the previous generation Da Ri Jianzi had not escaped alone, he would not have been able to obtain the complete inheritance, and Yu Qian The master is the same as the Taoist master.
(End of chapter)