After Feng Wuchen joined the Wuyuan, his status was comparable to that of ordinary elders and island owners. It was also much more convenient for him to move within the Wusong.
A few days later.
On a remote island in Wuzong, in the courtyard where the great elder lived, a disciple was reporting something to him.
"In the past few days, Lu Ran has not gone to the separate island for martial arts disciples to practice. He has been either wandering around the sect or soaking himself in the Sutra Pavilion."
Hearing this, the great elder suddenly frowned and asked: "He goes to the Sutra Pavilion? But what martial arts do you want to practice?"
The deacon shook his head: "No... what he was looking through were all some classics about the history of Wuzong and the history of Xuanlong Star Territory. I really can't figure out what he was thinking."
The great elder's frown deepened.
"Continue to keep an eye on him and let him do whatever he wants. You should report his whereabouts to me as usual!"
"yes……"
"..."
After several days of investigation, Feng Wuchen finally had a relatively detailed understanding of Wuzong and the Xuanlong Star Territory.
Tens of thousands of years ago, there was no Black Dragon Star Territory in this area. It was the northernmost part of the Three Thousand Great Worlds and had always been called the Northern Wilderness. Not to mention the Star Territory, there were only a few worlds in it.
There is only one realm within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles. It is said that that realm is the birthplace of the sacred beast Xuanwu, and it is called the Xuanwu Realm by later generations.
Later, as time changed, many things happened in the Xuanwu world, and the entire Northern Wilderness was also constantly changing.
Legend has it that one year, a big man appeared in the Xuanwu world. He was extremely talented and had unparalleled fighting power. He was invincible in all areas.
Later, that person established a sect in the Xuanwu world and became the Wuzong of later generations!
Almost at the same time, another major force in the Xuanwu world also quietly emerged, opposing the Wuzong, but they did not wield swords or guns, but specialized in spiritual arts and called themselves Lingzong.
From then on, Emperor Wuzong practiced martial arts and practiced eighteen types of weapons.
And Lingzong accepts spiritual cultivation and practices spiritual arts!
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br> The relationship between the two sects is like that of brothers, and they are as close as each other.
However, one day later, for unknown reasons, a war suddenly broke out between the two sects. The sky was dark and the earth was dark, and the sun and the moon were dim. In the end, the Xuanwu world was divided into two worlds, and the half where the Ling sect was was divided.
It is called the Yuanling Realm, and the half where Wuzong is located is called the Yuanwu Realm.
But it was precisely because of the battle between these two sects that the void in the surrounding area changed. Tens of thousands of years later, several other large worlds and dozens of small worlds were born out of thin air! A star field was formed, named Xuanlong.
Star field!
Although today's Xuanlong Star Territory is already more than a hundred times larger than the original Xuanwu World.
But Wuzong and Lingzong are still the two overlords of the Northern Wilderness! Despite the changes in the sea, they will remain unchanged for thousands of years!
On a floating island somewhere in Wuzong, Feng Wuchen was sitting on a high peak, looking at the stone statue at the mountain gate, muttering to himself: "According to Wuzong's classic records, the stone statue was carved by Wuzong's founder.
, the first strong man who came out of the Xuanwu world! In the battle with Lingzong, his head was cut off by the magical power of the ancestor of Lingzong! Tsk tsk... This is a bit of a grudge between the four people.
The meaning is there, think about it carefully, how did you offend others in the first place?"
In the dragon abyss, Wei Yan's eyes rolled to the sky: "Are you sure that the stone statue is me?"
"I was not sure at first, but after these few days of investigation, I am more and more certain! After all, you are from the Xuanwu world, and the origin of Wuzong is also the Xuanwu world! And the ancestor of Wuzong back then was a swordsman...
How can there be so many coincidences in this world?"
Wei Yan was silent for a long time and suddenly said: "But after these days of dealing with it, I do have a lot of vague memories in my mind. I have a vague feeling that as long as there is one more opportunity, I can remember some things."
"Opportunity? By the way..." Feng Wuchen suddenly remembered something and jumped down from the mountain:
"According to records in Wuzong's ancient books, among the eighty-one islands of Wuzong, there is a place where the ancestor practiced swordsmanship. Go there and see if you can recall anything!"
"good!"
Feng Wuchen just stood up.
"Senior Brother Lu Ran! Where are you going? Wait for me..."
Hearing this voice, Feng Wuchen was immediately excited. .??.
Not only did it not stop, but it accelerated a bit, cut through the space with a sword, and disappeared in an instant.
Zihan bit her lip: "Avoiding me again...I must find you!"
After a while, Feng Wuchen came to a floating island somewhere.
"This is it...Spirit Snake Island! The place where the ancestor of the martial arts practiced swordsmanship in the past."
However, after arriving, Feng Wuchen frowned.
Just because there were several auras hidden around the Spirit Snake Island, he sensed carefully that they were all disciples of the Martial Sect, and among them, there were even some geniuses from the Martial Academy.
"sneaking……"
"Senior Brother Lu Ran!"
Hearing this voice, Feng Wuchen's mouth twitched, but he didn't care about the hidden auras around him.
Since that day, Zihan has been like candy, clinging to him and unable to drive him away!
"I said... I have forgiven you! Why are you still following me?"
Zi Han looked aggrieved: "If senior brother really forgives me, he won't drive me away..."
Feng Wuchen: "..."
Zi Han nodded and looked at the sky, and her expression changed slightly: "Senior Brother Lu, what are you doing here? This is the place where Senior Sister Mu cleans up... You don't know how to..."
Speaking of this, Zi Han showed some jealousy on her face.
"No wonder you don't want to see me so much...it turns out there is someone else in your heart..."
Feng Wuchen was speechless and thought to himself, "What's this mess?"
But he also
Without any further explanation, he just relied on the wind to fly towards Spirit Snake Island.
Behind him, Zi Han bit her red lips and murmured: "Senior Sister Mu is recognized by the entire Wuzong as a goddess and a proud daughter of heaven, and there are more than one or two geniuses chasing after her? Senior brother... you can't do anything.
Don't do anything stupid..."
With that said, she also stood up with her sword and chased in the direction Feng Wuchen went.
After a moment, Feng Wuchen's body landed steadily.
But before he could check his surroundings, a sword intent had already struck him.
"Whoosh!"
Feng Wuchen raised his eyebrows lightly.
With his sensitivity to sword intent, he can sense the strength of the incoming person even with his eyes closed.
The sixth level of Yuanshen Realm!
The state of the heart is a small state of success!
Juggernaut!
With such strength, they are either some weak elders or island owners! Or they are the genius of the martial arts academy!
Although he didn't know the opponent's identity, he was already unhappy with the inexplicable attack on him, so he was not polite and immediately released his sword intent, crushing the opponent's sword energy into pieces.
"You can take my sword, you are quite capable!"
At this time, a contemptuous voice came from somewhere on the island.
Xun Sheng took a look and saw several young people appearing not far from him. The man who was speaking was standing in front of several people. He was eight feet tall, dressed in white clothes, with regular features and fair skin. He held a blue sword in his left hand.
Sheath, holding a high-grade fairy sword shining with cold light in his right hand, walked slowly toward Feng Wuchen.
"Are you the disciple of Jianming Valley who is in the limelight recently?" the young man suddenly asked.
Feng Wuchen's expression remained unchanged and he asked, "Who are you again?"
"Me?" The sword cultivator looked ridiculous: "You don't know who I am?"
Chapter completed!