Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Yang quietly looked at the scattered clouds in front of him.

There was no response to Zhuge Hengtian's words.

Outside the entire Daxue Mountain, there was silence.

Numerous air machines flashed, and then shrank back.

"It seems that the Snow Mountain Sword Master has really transformed into a Dao." Zhao Yang said softly.

This sentence is the voice of everyone.

The scene in front of him made the hearts of countless sword cultivators gathered in front of Daxue Mountain feel sad.

The Snow Mountain Sword Master was once the sky in the hearts of Northern Territory sword cultivators.

At this time, Zhuge Hengtian, who had fought side by side with the Snow Mountain Sword Master, came here, but the Snow Mountain Sword Master didn't show up. The only possibility was that the Snow Mountain Sword Master was gone.

"boom--"

There was a roar between the sky and the earth, and countless disciples of the Frost Snow Sword Academy who were practicing on the Magnetic Mountain were blown away.

The incomparably huge magnetic mountain condensed into a five-foot long sword, Zhuge Hengtian grasped it and fell down.

All the flying boats landed in front of the Daxue Mountain.

"Come up the mountain with me." Zhuge Hengtian turned his head, his eyes swept across Zhao Yang's face, then looked at Zhuge Hong and Zhuge Jun, and shook his head slightly.

Zhao Yang understood what he meant.

Zhuge Hengtian didn't come to Daxue Mountain to help the common people at all.

If Ji Cangsheng was alive, he might be able to live longer and pass on the mantle.

But if Ji Cangsheng really transforms into the Dao, he will walk into the Sword Tomb.

It's a pity that both Zhuge Hong and Zhuge Jun have formed alchemy and cannot enter the sword mound.The mantle of Xuanci Dao can only be inherited by Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang nodded slightly, turned around, and looked at Mu Canghe, who was tall and straight not far away, but his eyes were a little dull.

"Brother Mu, the Great Snow Mountain is right in front of you, why don't you go?"

"Me?" Mu Canghe's face was pale, and he smiled wryly, "My sword heart has been destroyed, so what if I go?"

"As the sword bearer of Daxue Mountain, since the heart of the sword is broken, shouldn't you return the relics of the predecessors?" Zhao Yang said, stretching out his hand and throwing out a rotten scabbard.

Mu Canghe stretched out his hand to hold it, with a look of sadness in his eyes, rubbed it lightly a few times, held it with both hands, and said in a low voice: "Okay."

Zhuge Hengtian held a big black sword, leaned on the ground with the sword, and moved forward step by step.

Zhao Yang and Mu Canghe followed behind, piously going up.

Behind the three, countless sword cultivators waited and watched, but did not dare to step forward.

"Senior, I'd like to be together—" A white-haired swordsman flew up and landed behind Zhuge Hengtian. This person's late stage cultivation is already a top figure in the Northern Territory.

"boom--"

Before he landed, Zhuge Hengtian swung the big sword in his hand, and a jet of black light shot out instantly.

This black light is tyrannical, no matter how it changes and resists this person, it still relentlessly entangles him, and then throws it out.

The great power in the late stage of leaving the body could not resist Zhuge Hengtian's strike. This scene shocked everyone.

All those thoughts of "the snow mountain has no owner, I can do it" were all swept away by this sword.

If the Great Snow Mountain had no owner, the person in front of him today would probably go up the mountain and ascend to the position of Sword Master.

In front of millions of people, Zhuge Hengtian withdrew his sword and walked forward step by step again, as if he had just slapped away a mosquito before.

Zhao Yang bared his teeth in pain, tens of thousands of magnetic crystals, just set up a spectrum like this, how much is left depends on whether Zhuge Hengtian opens his hands.

The three of them walked forward. At the beginning, they stepped on the snow step by step, leaving thick footprints.

After a while, the three of them had already set foot on the green grass, their feet were soft to the touch, and a scent of fragrance came to their faces.

Zhao Yang was slightly startled and couldn't help taking a breath.

"This world was moved from Zhongzhou by Ji Cangsheng." Zhuge Hengtian in front whispered, not sure if he was speaking for himself, or for Zhao Yang and Mu Canghe.

"Patriarch Hengtian, I didn't expect you to come too."

The three of them walked on the grass for a while, when they saw several men in black robes stepping forward in front of them.

"You Mozong didn't embarrass the Northern Territory humans this time." Zhuge Hengtian looked at the people in front of him and said lightly.

A little joy appeared on the faces of those people, and then the person in the lead bowed and said: "Old Ancestor, my Demon Sect has declined since then, but the inheritance cannot be destroyed. I hope that the Ancestor sees the affection of my Demon Sect desperately resisting the demon clan." Come on, take my two juniors from the Demon Sect into the Sword Tomb."

Zhuge Hengtian looked at the people in front of him, fell silent for a moment, and said, "Entering the Sword Tomb is fine, but for the rest, it depends on luck."

"Thank you old man!"

Several people were overjoyed and bowed to Zhuge Hengtian again.

Then the old man who was in the lead turned around and whispered to the two young men in black robes behind him: "Shen Ke, Bie Yu, there are dozens of seniors from my Demon Sect in the sword mound, don't be greedy, you have a chance!" Just do it."

As he spoke, he sighed again: "The most important thing is to keep the inheritance of my Northern Demon Sect."

The two young men bowed their heads, then came behind Zhao Yang and Mu Canghe, and stood with their heads bowed.

Zhuge Hengtian nodded slightly, and those members of the Demon Sect quickly moved out of the way.

A group of five people moved forward again.

This time, with the disciples of the Demon Sect behind him, the originally silent atmosphere became even more dull.

Stepping over the hills, there is a thatched pavilion not far away.

In the Mao Pavilion, three or five bald and clean monks sat cross-legged.

Seeing Zhuge Hengtian coming, those monks opened their eyes and just nodded slightly.

Sitting in the middle is Wu An, who is wearing a jade-white monk's robe, and behind him is a bright long sword hovering up and down.

Zhuge Hengtian stopped, Wu An got up, stepped forward slowly, folded his hands towards Zhuge Hengtian, bowed his head and said: "Senior, Wu An wants to go to the sword mound with senior."

Zhuge Hengtian looked at Wu'an, looked him up and down, and suddenly asked, "Whose idea is this?"

Wu An smiled lightly, and glanced at Zhao Yang and Mu Canghe who were behind Zhuge Hengtian. Seeing that Mu Canghe had no spiritual power, he was holding the scabbard in his hand without looking sideways, and then turned his gaze to Zhuge Hengtian: "Senior, Who do you mean?"

"Jing Cangsheng's invitation, King Ming's decree," Zhuge Hengtian stared at Wu An, and said one by one, seeing that the smile on Wu An's face was still there, he suddenly paused: "Or, is this what Ling Xuerou meant?"

The expression on Wu An's face finally changed.

Zhuge Hengtian shook his head lightly, and said flatly: "It turns out that they have already discussed it."

Wu An bowed his head and gave way.

Zhuge Hengtian strode forward, and when he passed by, Wu An followed behind them, clasped his hands together, and followed step by step.

This walk is one day.

The seemingly small hillside with a radius of only tens of miles, but a group of people walked without seeing the end.

But no matter how far away, the few people stepped forward step by step without any hesitation.

It wasn't until sunset, when the last ray of sunlight slanted down from the hill, that Zhuge Hengtian suddenly stopped in his tracks.

A figure slowly appeared from the hill, the figure was illusory, and the dim yellow sunset passed through the body.

"Brother Ji..."

Zhuge Hengtian raised his head, his voice trembling.

"Hehe, dozens of people at the top of the world in Zhongzhou are blocking the way, and I have never seen your ancestor Hengtian with such an expression. Why have I not seen you in 10 years, and you are acting like a child?" The voice was low and friendly, and there was no trace of fireworks. breath.

"You're like this, how can I trust you to hand over Daxue Mountain to you?" The gentle voice came up again, walking towards Zhuge Hengtian slowly.

Zhuge Hengtian looked at the figure in front of him, sighed lightly, and the power of the mysterious magnetism all over his body faded away.

In the setting sun, the light shone on the great sword, casting out a long shadow, but there was nothing else.

"You, you, you have also transformed..." The gentle voice finally exclaimed in a low voice with a trace of waves.

Around Zhao Yang, several auras were instantly chaotic.

The number one expert in the Northern Territory, after the Snow Mountain Sword Master transformed into Dao, recently came out of the mountain, the ancestor Hengtian who became famous 10 years ago, the ancestor Hengtian who was regarded as the last reliance of sword cultivators, has turned into Dao.