Forced into the cave, Wang Quan's face turned dark.

There was a narrow and dark aisle ahead, and nothing could be seen except the rock wall in front of you.

It was already dark enough, but even the rock wall was pitch black, giving people a feeling of depression all the time.

The black guy, who is unfaithful, found the big brother, forgets the owner completely!

Wang Quan sighed lightly, shook his head and walked forward, touching the cliff.

Not long after moving forward, the extremely narrow passage at the beginning gradually became wider.

After walking forward for a while, after turning the corner of the rock wall in front, Wang Quan was surprised to find that behind the passage there was a spacious cave.

This cave is as big as a yard, with some hangings hanging on the rock walls, like dead vines.

I don’t know how these withered vines grow, but what’s strange is that they are filled with small fruits of various colors, which look exquisite and translucent, making people salivate.

Wang Quan quickly calmed down and looked towards the center of the cave.

"What is that?" he frowned and murmured.

I saw a simple high platform built of stone in the middle. On the platform, it looked like an extremely strange stone chair from a distance.

Wang Quan frowned, observed the situation around him, and then walked slowly towards the platform.

The platform is not too high, and there are only seven or eight stone steps.

When Wang Quan walked under the stone steps, something like a barrier stopped him.

But when he reached out to touch the barrier, the barrier disappeared in an instant!

Wang Quan frowned and then slowly climbed up the stone steps.

Just as I took the first step, a sharp breath came to my face, and the broken blade on my waist began to shake violently.

Wang Quan was shocked and quickly reached out and held the broken blade tightly. Only then did it slowly calm down.

"What's going on?"

Although this aura is sharp, why is the Broken Blade so excited?

Wang Quan hesitated for a moment and continued to walk upwards with a solemn look on his face.

It’s too cowardly if you don’t go up and take a look... Wang Quan thought secretly.

The next moment, the dark stone chair came into view, and then there was a skeleton sitting on the stone chair, not knowing how many years he had died.

Wang Quan's expression changed slightly and he murmured:

"Before, someone has come here. What did the Fire Kirin drive me in? Could it be that I still want to force me to death?"

Just when Wang Quan was confused, the bone in front of him, which had clearly been dead for many years, emitted a powerful pressure, which gradually made Wang Quan unable to straighten his waist.

Even the broken blade slung around his waist began to shake violently again, and it was useless no matter how he comforted him.

Until the end, the broken blade was deshewn, and after wrapping around the entire cave, it was inserted straight in front of the bone, making waves of wailing sounds.

Seeing this, Wang Quan was shocked, and was extremely shocked and shuddered!

"Maybe he...he is~~"

Looking at the strange and strange lifting of the broken blade and looking at the bone in front of him, Wang Quan thought for a moment.

But at this moment, an old and strong voice came from nowhere, interrupting Wang Quan's thoughts.

"Young man, who are you?"

When Wang Quan heard the sound, he was shocked and quickly looked around, but there was no trace of anyone at all. He didn't know where the sound came from.

Then Wang Quan seemed to remember something, his pupils changed, and he looked at the bones in front of him with a shocked face, and said in shock:

"Are you talking, senior!"

After a moment of silence, the voice came again:

"Young man, who is your last name? Where did you come from!"

The majesty is revealed in his tone, making people unable to express any thoughts of resistance.

When Wang Quan heard the sound, he hurriedly bowed to the bones in front of him:

"My younger brother, I have met senior!"

After another silence, the mysterious talent continued:

"The surname is King? His name is domineering. Let's talk about it, which king is it?"

Wang Quan said with a heavy face and straightforward:

"Sister... Kyoto people."

"The King of Dacheng?" said mysteriously, his tone was still extremely dull, but it was intimidating.

"I am the Wang clan of Kyoto!"

Wang Quan said truthfully that Wang Chong was their ancestor of the Wang family.

Then the voice sighed and said:

"I didn't expect that the broken blade fell into the hands of half an outsider. It seems that my clan... is in danger!"

After saying that, he changed his tone and his voice became sharp, and he continued:

"Tell me, what year is this evening?"

Wang Quan had already guessed the identity of this person, paused and said respectfully:

"Tonight is the 542nd year of the Great Cheng Kaiyuan, and the 24th year of Hongyu!"

The voice sighed again, and said lightly:

"It's almost three hundred years..."

Next, there was another silence, and the cave was empty.

However, the power that was pressing on Wang Quan gradually dissipated. Soon after, Wang Quan slowly stood up straight and was suddenly overturned by a strange force.

The royal power is like being controlled, constantly being ravaged in the air, and cannot resist at all!

But Wang Quan did not want to resist at all, but he was a little puzzled:

"Senior, what are you doing?"

The mysterious man did not answer. After a moment, Wang Quan landed heavily on the ground, his whole body seemed to be disbanded, and he was incredibly painful.

"You are not bad. You are only twenty years old, but you have reached the peak of the ninth grade, with a bit of my style back then."

Wang Quan slowly got up, rubbed his extremely painful shoulders, and said angrily:

"I dare not compare with the ancestor!"

"Oh? Who did you guess I was?"

Wang Quan smiled embarrassedly, pointed at the broken blade that kept crying and said respectfully:

"The Broken Blade has recognized the younger generation as the main force. How can the younger generation be insensitive to every move? If it weren't for you, Lao Zu, who could make it whine so much?"

"Hahaha~ Junior, you have a delicate heart!"

After saying that, the broken blade seemed to be pulled out by a mysterious force, and then waved it in the air for a few times. The sword energy instantly filled the entire cave and flew everywhere!

After a long time, Ling Yuanzi sighed again:

"It's been a long time since I saw this old guy!"

The broken blade freezes in the air, just like Ling Yuan holding it and looking at it carefully.

After a moment, the broken blade suddenly inserted back into the scabbard on Wang Quan's waist.

"When Broken Blade followed me, I never had a scabbard. Your scabbard is unique and matched with it!"

Ling Yuanzi naturally could see what material Wang Quan made of the sword sheath.

Wang Quan smiled when he heard this, then hesitated for a moment, and wanted to speak but stopped.

"Say whatever you want, it's awkward!" Ling Yuanzi said in a deep voice when he saw this.

Wang Quan smiled embarrassedly and then bowed:

"Old ancestor, are you... still alive?"

When Wang Quan said this, he felt it was ridiculous. The bone was right in front of him, and he actually felt that he was still alive.

Ling Yuanzi smiled faintly and said:

"I know what you are thinking. Now I am just a thought, and the real me is already dead!"

Wang Quan's expression dimmed. As expected, this is true. But how high is this cultivation level? There is still a thought that remains hundreds of years after death. How could such a high cultivation level die here?

Ling Yuanzi ignored what Wang Quan thought and asked lightly:

"Who did you learn this skill from?"

When Wang Quan heard this, he said respectfully:

"The younger generation teaches the mountain to go up the mountain."

"At the mountain? Never heard of it!"

Wang Quan smiled embarrassedly. It seemed that when the ancestor Ling passed away, the mountain was not born on the mountain, so Wang Quan continued to say:

"The name of the master is Puyang Tian!"
Chapter completed!