I Was Trapped on the Same Day For 100,000 Years Chapter 125

"This, this is the complete Four Sacred Sword Formation, well, Jian Chi'er, God helps me too!"

Sword hatred ecstasy.

"With the son, the sky can't save you."

The sword chi'er's voice fell, and the sword energy of the group near Lin Yue turned abruptly and came towards the other side of the sword washing pond!

"No, it's impossible."

Jianao frantically urged his cultivation base, and wanted to control the three holy swords, but found that these three holy swords appeared beside Jian Chi'er in an instant!

There was no response at all to his manipulation!

The only control right of the sword formation lies with the Xuanwu sword Jian Chi'er pointed to him at this moment!

"Wait, Jian Chi'er, I am your cousin!"

"I was wrong! I was wrong!"

The sound of sword anger came out, but only he himself heard it.

Because the sword rain has fallen!

The complete form of the Four Sacred Sword Array, blasted to the other side of the Sword Washing Pool!

The bottom of the pool!

The countless Masterless Swords that originally seemed to be sleeping vibrated at the same time, but they broke out of the ground and merged with the sword energy falling above!

Virtual sword and real sword, boom up and down!

Jian An, and everyone he brought.

Under this sword formation, as if it was directly erased, not even a piece of the battle body was left behind!

The blood has dyed the sword pool red!

"very scary!"

"This is the Four Sacred Sword Formation!"

Even Longlin and Liu Wuhen were shocked to the extreme at this moment, not to mention the two daughters of Xia Bing and Ye Mingyue!

If this sword formation fell on them, I am afraid that the end will be exactly the same as Jian An!

"I have finally seen the background of the Eight Clan in the Southern Realm."

Ye Mingyue murmured in surprise.

Above the air.

Jian Chi'er staggered, and finally fell down like an exhaustion and fell into Lin Yue's arms.

"My son, I did it."

Jian Chi'er looked tired.

"well."

Lin Yue took out a large amount of pill and Yaozhu from the storage ring, and under the real fire of the sun, it turned into a pure medicinal power and melted into Jian Chi'er's body!

After Jian Chi'er's complexion recovered, she stood firm.

Lin Yue looked in the direction of Shi Jian.

There, an angry roar came!

"Lin Yue! You killed my son!"

Jian Chi'er looked at Lin Yue reproachfully, "My son, I'm afraid I won't be able to use the Fourth Sacred Sword Array for the second time."

"It's okay."

Lin Yue knew that Jian Chi'er had already hurt his vitality a bit.

Sword anger requires the combined efforts of more than thirty people to spur the sword formation.

Although Jian Chi'er could be regarded as a leak and snatched the formed sword formation, it also consumed a lot of energy.

"Sorry, my cultivation base is too low."

Jian Chi'er knows that if she is not in the Zhuan Lun Realm, but detached, she will not be weakened to this point!

Lin Yue waved his hand, put the four holy swords inserted on the ground into the storage ring, and pointed in a direction at the same time.

"Let's go."

Everyone is puzzled, that direction is a path, and they don't know where it leads.

But the more Lin walked ahead, they naturally followed.

After ten breaths!

Nine sun stars came suddenly, Jian Qiyun's old eyes were bloodshot, "Damn, damn, anger!"

Jian Qiyun's spirit was released, but Lin Yue and his party could not be found!

The worst part was that even Jian Hao's body could not be found.

The flesh and blood pools all over the floor can no longer tell who is who.

"Four Holy Sword Formation, why does the Four Holy Sword Formation backlash?"

Behind him, countless elders of the sword clan also arrived here.

"Little Sword Master's life lamp, has it gone out?"

"You can't be wrong, Jianzi, Little Jianzun, he..."

Jian Qiyun gritted his teeth, the scorching gas of Nine Suns beyond the realm burned by, and the surrounding land was burning with raging fire.

"Block the sword clan and dig out those people for me!"

"promise!"

But at this time, the earth shook again!

The sound of a bell spreads across the sword clan!

"That is, the retreat of Sword Sovereign!"

"Presumptuous, at this time, who would dare to disturb the sword sovereign?"

Jian Qiyun looked at it, his heart tightened suddenly, "It's not good, it's Lin Yue!"

"That old thing is his goal!"

Shocked!

Jian Qiyun shot away, and all the elders of the sword clan behind him followed him!

The most secret place of the sword clan.

Lin Yue loosened the stake.

"My son, why ring the bell?"

They have safely left the sword washing pond.

But Xia Bing didn't understand why he made such a big movement deliberately.

"Of course it's for fun."

Lin Yue shrugged and raised his hand to Jian Chi'er, "Put your hand up."

Everyone is now in front of a huge stone gate.

On this stone gate, there are various inscriptions and concave-convex patterns, and there is a palm-sized groove in the middle one person high.

Jian Chi'er put his hand on, and the groove suddenly issued a suction!

"The same light as the Sword Clan gate before."

Jian Chi'er immediately felt that the groove was testing her blood.

After a while, a crack appeared in the middle of the stone gate, and the crack grew bigger and bigger, Jian Chi'er put his hand down, and the stone gate opened impressively.

At this moment, an astonishing sword aura gushed from the stone gate like a current.

Everyone in Lin Yue suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression.

"go in."

Lin Yue stepped forward, and inside Shimen was a secret room, as if it had not been opened for many years.

The air inside is not good.

But everyone's attention was not on these, but they all saw the silhouette of a figure sitting cross-legged on a stone platform in the middle of the secret room on a stone platform with a diameter of ten feet!

The figure had white hair and lowered its head, making it invisible to men and women.

But with the sword aura here, everyone knew it well.

"The first person in the Southern Sword Art, Sword Sovereign!"

"But why is it like this."

Liu Wuhen and Longlin quickly noticed that the sword sovereign was covered in dust and his clothes were worse than the ordinary sword clan disciples they had seen before.

Especially the clothes still feel a bit decayed.

A sense of desolation and decay.

It's hard to imagine that this is the famous Sword Sovereign.

"Junior Lin Yue, brought the Xuanwu sword and returned it to the sword clan."

When Lin Yue's voice came out, Jian Zun still lowered his head, motionless.

It's like an old tree that has long been dead.

Lin Yue sighed lightly, "I brought Jian Chi'er back."

When this sound fell, the surrounding sword aura increased a hundredfold, and the sword sovereign slowly raised his head.

His eyes have heavy bags under his eyes and his face is extremely pale, but there is still a sense of fierceness in his pupils.

His eyes fell on Lin Yue, who was speaking, and quickly moved away to Xia Bing and Ye Mingyue.

He shook his head again.

Finally, it fell on Jian Chi'er.

"Child... is it really you?"

A hoarse voice came from Jian Zun's mouth.

Jian Chi'er's eyes were red.

She still remembers that when she was a child, the old man held her and loved her.

So Jian Chi'er came to the present, and saw Jian Zun look like this, and her heart was pierced.

"Unfilial granddaughter sword idiot, pay respects to grandpa."

Jian Chi'er knelt down and bowed deeply.

This worship made Jian Zun's face seem radiant in an instant.

"Child, you are still alive, really alive!"

Chapter end

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