Fang Chen stood in an open space, surrounded by dense towering trees. Waves of dark wind blew by, and the branches and leaves of the towering trees made a hissing sound.

The entire Heavenly Beast Mountain Range is extremely terrifying.

The little mouse stood on the branches and leaves of the semi-immortal tree, its face was extremely solemn, its eyes flickered, as if it was thinking about something.

At this time, in Fang Chen's ears, he could vaguely hear some crying sounds that were coming near and far away. This crying sound contained the atmosphere of vicissitudes and simplicity, and even some sadness.

"what is going on?"

Fang Chen looked at the Half-Immortal Tree, who said that he could not hear the sound of crying at all. Even the little mouse shook his head and could not hear the sound of crying.

Huhu...

The surrounding air became increasingly oppressive, and Fang Chen moved forward with difficulty. The more he moved forward, the more clearly he could hear the sound of crying.

Fang Chen's heart was full of doubts, his eyes flickered, his soul was out of body, and he kept looking around, but he couldn't see anything.

"Just keep moving forward."

Fang Chen thought for a moment and then said immediately.

This crying sound was so weird that it made Fang Chen's scalp numb, but he found nothing and did not dare to stay here, so he could only move forward.

The semi-immortal tree followed Fang Chen, and it seemed to realize that something was wrong. It opened its branches and leaves, and the dark yellow branches and leaves instantly turned bright red, ready to take action at any time.

The little mouse standing on the semi-immortal tree had a purple halo emitting from his body, and he was ready to take action at any time.

Fang Chen moved forward step by step. At this point, he had no choice but to think about it for a moment. As long as he didn't encounter a powerful person who was too powerful to defy the heavens, even if he encountered a warrior at the ninth level of the Ningzhen Realm, he would not be able to do anything about it.

fear.

The combination of the little mouse and the semi-immortal tree has amazing fighting power, which is one of Fang Chen's trump cards.

Huhu...

After walking for three minutes, Fang Chen felt it was difficult to walk. The wind around him kept blowing and hit his face.

"What a weird wind."

Fang Chen's eyes flickered and he said in a low voice.

When he just came out of the amethyst mine, there was no sign of it, but now that he is here, the wind is very wild, blowing on Fang Chen's face, making him feel extremely painful.

At this time, it was not far from the exit on this side of the Tianshou Mountain Range, but Fang Chen was struggling. He wanted to take steps, but found that he was powerless.

"What on earth is going on?" Fang Chen said in a low voice, the sword body moved, wild sword intent surrounded him, and the Star Hidden Sword appeared in his hand.

At this time, the Bronze Patriarch spoke.

"There are innocent souls here."

Hearing the words of the Bronze Ancestor, Fang Chen hurriedly asked: "Ancestor, have you also heard the sound of crying?"

The Bronze Ancestor said: "I heard it, this is the spirit of injustice coming out. She seems to have died here unjustly, so be careful."

As soon as the Bronze Ancestor finished speaking, a wild wind suddenly blew from the front. Fang Chen's sword body moved, and the wild sword intent instantly surrounded him.

Bang……

Even so, Fang Chen felt pain all over his body when the cold wind hit him.

When the dark wind blew by, Fang Chen opened his eyes. At this moment, Fang Chen's heart was filled with horror.

Because, on a small hill not far ahead, there was a skeleton sitting cross-legged, and the dark wind came from this skeleton.

"This is……"

Fang Chen thought of what the Bronze Ancestor said, and he felt that this skeleton should be the wronged soul that the Bronze Ancestor said.

Judging from her appearance, she must have been a woman during her lifetime.

At this time, the sounds of crying that were coming and going suddenly became so harsh, and the sounds of crying came out from the skeletons.

Fang Chen discovered that there was a rusty sword above the skull's head, and this sword was connected to the skull's head.

"He is a disciple of the Yangtianmen branch." The Bronze Ancestor said.

"A disciple of the Yangtianmen branch?" Fang Chen's heart stirred up a storm. He looked at the skeleton on the hill in front of him in surprise and was shocked.

I don’t know how many years have passed since the Yangtianmen branch was destroyed, but the skeleton of this Yangtianmen disciple has been preserved intact until now.

"Have you seen the sword above her head?" the bronze ancestor asked.

Fang Chen nodded and said, "I saw it."

"That is her appearance during her lifetime." The Bronze Ancestor said.

When Fang Chen heard this, he was shocked. The rusty sword above the skull's head was actually the image of this woman during her lifetime. How could this be possible?

"When the warrior dies, doesn't the Dharma form disintegrate? Why does her Dharma form not only not disintegrate, but also materialize and turn into a rusty sword?" Fang Chen asked hurriedly, filled with doubts in his heart.

The Bronze Patriarch seemed to know a lot. He said slowly: "Because Yangtianmen possesses the secret method of conceiving and nourishing the Dharma. This secret method can allow Yangtianmen's disciples to materialize the Dharma after they have reached a certain level."

"Even if they die, the Dharma will not disintegrate, but will turn into a physical object and accompany them." The Bronze Ancestor continued.

After listening to the Bronze Ancestor's explanation, Fang Chen was completely shocked.

"Is Yangtianmen's secret method of pregnancy and nourishment?"

Fang Chen looked at the rusty sword on the skull's head, and his heart was filled with turmoil. He walked towards the skeleton step by step.

Just when Fang Chen was about to get close to the skeleton, a sudden wild wind suddenly spread out from the skeleton's body and directly enveloped Fang Chen.

The sudden change left Fang Chen with no room to fight back and was enveloped by the dark wind.

The next moment, Fang Chen discovered that an invisible aura had penetrated into his mind, seeming to be attacking him.

"What is this?" Fang Chen cried out.

"This is her wronged soul. She must have been framed by a traitor when she died, so the wronged soul still persists until now." The Bronze Ancestor said solemnly.

"Is there any way?" Fang Chen asked hurriedly.

The wronged spirit entered his mind, destroying his soul, and making him palpitate. If not stopped, his soul would be completely destroyed by the wronged spirit.

"Her wronged soul is full of anger. She needs to vent her anger. I want her to stop dealing with you unless you agree to help her get revenge." The Bronze Ancestor said.

When Fang Chen heard this, he instantly understood what the Bronze Ancestor meant, then stared at the skeleton in front of him and shouted loudly: "I know you have a grievance. If you speak out, I will help you get revenge."

After hearing Fang Chen's words, the sound of crying disappeared in the air, and the innocent soul that entered Fang Chen's mind also disappeared in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Chen noticed a thought entering his mind, and then a clear voice came.

"Sword...King..."

Two intermittent words entered Fang Chen's ears.

There seemed to be a bit of joy in this voice.

"Sword King? Your enemy is the Sword King?" Fang Chen asked.

Hearing this, the rusty sword on the skull actually shook, and then moved towards Fang Chen, as if telling Fang Chen.

"I will help you get revenge." Fang Chen nodded and said, "But, I need to know your story."

As soon as Fang Chen finished speaking, the sinister wind around him disappeared instantly, and then Fang Chen couldn't help but stretched out his palm and directly touched the skeleton's body.

Click...

When Fang Chen's palm just touched the skeleton, the skeleton instantly shattered and the bones turned into powder.

However, the rusty sword floated directly in the sky, and then landed on Fang Chen's palm.

At this time, a piece of information came into Fang Chen's mind.

"this……"

Fang Chen read the information carefully, and after a while, Fang Chen completely understood Skull's grievances.

"The saint of the Yangtianmen branch." Fang Chen looked at the withered bones that had turned into powder and said in a low voice.

The woman who just died a long time ago and still harbors resentment is actually a saint from the Yangtianmen branch. Back then, she was extremely stunning in the Yangtianmen branch and was unrivaled among the younger generation.

Her dharma form is a sword, while that guy named Sword King's dharma form is a long sword.

The Sword King has outstanding talent, second only to the Saint among the Yangtian Sect, but there is a big gap in status between him and the Saint.

All the high-level officials are paying attention to the Saint, and the Saint has gathered the attention of the entire Yangtianmen branch.

At this time, the Sword King became jealous. He thought that all these honors should have belonged to him, and he was unwilling to accept it.

Moreover, he does not think that his strength is inferior to that of the Saint.

As time went by, the sword king became more and more resentful towards the saint. In the end, the sword king had murderous intentions towards the saint.

Finally, one day, the Sword King found an opportunity and severely wounded the Saint in the Heavenly Beast Mountain Range, causing the Saint to fall here.

Because of this, the saint's heart was filled with resentment, and her resentment always existed in her withered bones, just wanting revenge.

But as everyone knows, the Yangtianmen branch was completely destroyed not long after her death.

After learning the news, Fang Chen's eyes flickered. He held the saint's magic war sword in his hand and sighed in his heart.

"If I meet the sword king you mentioned in the old site of Yangtianmen, I will definitely avenge you." Fang Chen said to the sword.

The Yangtianmen branch was destroyed, and all the disciples, including the senior leaders, died. The sword king mentioned by the saint must have also died long ago.

However, Fang Chen knew that he had just made a promise to the saint and asked her to let him go. If he failed to fulfill his promise, the saint's ghost would definitely haunt him.

Therefore, if he encounters the corpse of the so-called sword king, he will not mind avenging the saint.

After hearing Fang Chen's words, the rusty sword trembled, and finally returned to calm.

Fang Chen glanced at the withered bones on the ground and felt quite touched in his heart.

Even a saint who is as powerful as Yang Tianmen will be plotted against.
Chapter completed!