The dusk is pale and the setting sun is like blood.
The imperial mausoleum is built on a hilltop. This place is eerie and inaccessible. Walking along the dim light, the dry land becomes more and more desolate.
The only thing that can be identified is the vague aura of awe-inspiring righteousness in the air, which is the unique aura of the royal family. Although it is a little weak, it is full of majesty. After all, the cultivation spells of emperors in the past all originated from the true dragons of ancient times.
The elegant young man looked solemn. This lonely barren mountain was the sleeping place of their ancestor, the enemy of the royal family, and their only belief.
As an old saying goes, the emperor opened two seas, expanded four frontiers, and controlled eight wastelands within Liuhe.
However, the royal bloodline has been passed down for hundreds of generations, and now they are the only ones who can remember the great achievements of the ancestors.
The desolate and silent land is steaming with gentle mist. One monument after another faces the setting sun. The tombs covered with weeds are swaying at the turn of the sun and the moon. At this moment, among the dilapidated palaces,
, intertwined to form a golden profound formation, stretching across the front.
"The ancestor lived a happy life and returned to nature after death. Except for the occasional memorial ceremony for our father, no one among us, the princes and grandsons, remembers it." The elegant young man was quite emotional. He made a seal with his hand, and the majestic and powerful breath of the real dragon came out.
Nine ancient characters were condensed, like a piece of brilliance, carved into the golden profound formation.
The bright golden light was ever-changing, and the clang of drums sounded from the void, like a passionate war song. The yellow and white lights intertwined together to form a small door. The elegant young man's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he groaned and shouted
:"Enter!"
Lin Zixuan didn't think much, and stepped in. The terrifying soul power shook his mind, and his eyes went blank.
I don't know how long it took, but he gradually regained consciousness. There was still a tomb in front of him, but what was different was that in the tomb stood a thatched hut. In front of the thatched hut, sitting an old man in gray robe, wearing a bamboo hat.
, can’t see the face clearly.
"Junior Lin Aoshi, I have been waiting for you for a long time." The cold and majestic words came out of the old man's mouth. He looked at Lin Zixuan, and Lin Zixuan also looked at him. His eyes were still hazy. The old man's strength was somewhat unfathomable.
"Senior, is His Majesty the Ancestor Emperor?" Lin Zixuan raised his head cautiously and asked in confusion.
A ray of sharpness flashed in the eyes of the old man in the bamboo hat, and a powerful soul breath came. Then, his pupils shrank slightly, his body trembled, and the invisible air flow shook the space. The excitement in his eyes became more and more intense.
Coming stronger and stronger.
Lin Zixuan was a little dazed. He looked at the strange old man in gray robe, who looked nothing like the domineering and domineering His Majesty in his mind.
The old man in the bamboo hat stood up, his withered face twitched slightly, and then he looked up to the sky and laughed, cursing: "Lin Aoshi, you old man, I have been fighting with me all my life, and finally you have won."
He burst into tears as he laughed, and his aura of terror shook all directions. His eyes seemed to have penetrated the void, and he looked at the man wearing a purple and gold dragon robe deep in the palace, with a faint smile in his eyes.
The Sunset King seemed to sense something. He looked in one direction, lowered his head in helplessness, and kept sighing.
"The bloodline returns to the ancestors, and the sword inherits the emperor's will. If I guess correctly, the quality of your sword spirit should be the strongest sword body in the history of the Lin family - Emperor Xuan." The old man in the bamboo hat looked at Lin Zixuan with a smile, his eyes were shining, that gaze
It's like looking at a rare treasure.
Lin Zixuan nodded. In front of such a peerless powerful man, any secret would be useless.
The old man in the bamboo hat became even more excited when he heard this. He kept circling around Lin Zixuan, full of curiosity.
"That's right, that's right. After all these years, your qualifications are the best among all the juniors I have ever seen. You are a good match for that girl from Li Xuan."
The old man in the bamboo hat was amazed, looking left and right, the more he looked, the more delighted he became.
"Junior Lin, are you interested in rebuilding your body?" The old man in a bamboo hat stared at Lin Zixuan and spoke seductively.
Lin Zixuan was so cold that he almost frightened him to death. He looked like he had seen a ghost and stared at the old man in the bamboo hat.
"Little guy, what are you doing? I'm here to help you." The old man in a bamboo hat persuaded him seriously.
Lin Zixuan rolled his eyes. Not only was this old man weird and mysterious, but he was also talking nonsense.
"What a pity! I have given you this great opportunity, and you, a fool, want to refuse it. It really offends me." The old man was trembling with anger, looking like he hated iron.
"Senior, after the physical body is reshaped, the spiritual power returns to nothingness. Doesn't it mean that we have to practice again?" Lin Zixuan murmured.
The old man in the bamboo hat glared at him, showing a strange expression. Then, he put his hands behind his back, held his head high, and explained leisurely.
"I, Li Taiyuan, an ancestor of a generation, visited hundreds of courtyards and thousands of cities, read tens of thousands of scriptures, and finally found a fragment of a method in an ancient ruins. This method is profound and unpredictable. The main chapter is about the weight of the body. Plastic records.”
Lin Zixuan looked disgusted. He originally thought that the old man's talk was a show off of his life's achievements. Unexpectedly, after talking a lot, this method of reshaping the body was actually derived from a fragment of a scroll.
"Once I entered the scriptures, it was as deep as the sea. I studied for half a life before I understood its meaning. However, the conditions for this method are very strict. It requires a man and a woman to enter the blood and soul realm at the same time. They have the pleasure of fish and water, and the yin and yang blend. The man takes the woman's yin essence. To make the body flawless, the woman absorbs the Yang of the man, and makes the soul flawless." The old man in the bamboo hat waved his sleeves, and a dreamy figure as beautiful as a fairy appeared in front of him.
She was wearing a phoenix colored dress, her skin was as smooth and soft as mutton-fat jade, she had a straight nose, delicate cherry lips, and an aura as bright as orchid. Lin Zixuan lost himself at a glance.
"This is a God-given marriage. Back then, Li Xuan's rebellious grandson didn't know how to cherish the girl. I had been looking for him for many years to find the girl, but he actually ignored it and reshaped his body. Although it was against the will of heaven, a person with martial arts is bound to Just go against nature." The old man spoke sonorously and forcefully, as if all this was natural.
"A man and a woman can both enjoy love and fulfill each other, why not be beautiful?" The old man said to himself, to avoid learning from the past, he pointed at Lin Zixuan's eyebrows, causing him to fall asleep.
"That's all, I have to bear all the infamy by myself. At the peak of martial arts, I couldn't reach the top despite all my efforts. Lin Aoshi, our lifelong wish back then was left to two juniors to complete it for us."
Looking at the sleepy Lin Zixuan, the old man sighed. He reached out and touched the woman's eyebrows. In an instant, a peach blossom mark appeared between her eyebrows. Her delicate body moved slightly, and the charming fragrance filled the air. Lin Zixuan's heart palpitated. He moved, his breathing became irritable, and the desire of the beast occupied his mind.
"It's easy for you, little guy." The old man whispered, and he pointed at Lin Zixuan's eyebrows. Suddenly, an extremely terrifying force came from the depths of the void.
In the sky, thunder continued, and the rolling thunder gathered together, and a supreme majesty shrouded the four directions. In the calamity cloud, there was a golden figure, riding a real dragon chariot, looking down at everything.
"Is it you who want me, Xuan'er, to fall in love with women?" The golden figure's eyes were cold, and the terrifying thunder tore the void apart, as if the man's words could turn the world upside down and put him in ruins.
"You are..." The old man in the bamboo hat turned pale with horror and trembled. The figure was extremely tall, and one word could determine his life or death.
"May I ask how advanced your Tao realm is, senior?" The old man was a little shocked. The power of the thunder could blast him into ashes.
"Anyone who hurts my Xuan'er will be a slave forever." A cold voice came from the sky, like the power of heaven, and a bolt of thunder struck the old man's eyebrows. With a roar, the old man knelt down on the ground, and his eyebrows continued to drip blood.
On it, there is a golden slave seal branded on it.
The roaring sound reverberated violently, and the golden figure slowly merged into nothingness. The old man in the bamboo hat looked at all this with a wry smile. From the first step the boy took, he made a mistake. This person named Lin was not Lin Aoshi at all.
Future generations, with such a background, how could they be interested in such partial magic?
He, the ancestor of the first generation and the tombkeeper of the imperial mausoleum, has now become a slave of a younger generation. This gap as big as heaven and earth made him so angry that he spat out a mouthful of old blood and became depressed.