Signed in for 20 years, just to kill God

Lin Fan looked up at the sky, above the sky and the earth, these strong men were like banished immortals.

The Great Elder was also depressed, looked up at the void, and bowed directly.

"Goodbye, suzerain!"

The Sword God Sect, the suzerain Dongfang Zixiao, led the powerhouses of the Five Demon Slaying Halls to the Kaishan Hall.

Dongfang Zixiao is wearing a dark golden robe, and there is the shadow of the divine sword Nine Heavens behind his head, exuding sword power and spiritual energy, which is infinitely suppressing.

Dongfang Zixiao, that is a great power in the Dao God Realm.

"Goodbye, suzerain!"

The sword god soldiers also bowed down, and the sword altar was still screaming, and these people looked up excitedly.

"young people?"

Dongfang Zixiao looked down at Lin Fan, his eyes glowed with divine light, Lin Fan had no cultivation.

"Jade in the rough, a piece of jade in the rough!"

"Great Elder, do you know this kid's physique?"

"I can't see through it. If you can make the sound of the sword altar, have great luck, you must have amazing talent, and have an unrivaled sword heart..."

Lin Fan heard the first elder praise him, and Lin Fan didn't know what to say.

Ma Xiaoguang and the others knelt down a long time ago, and they also looked at Lin Fan enviously.

"The posture of the Holy Son!"

"In this life, we finally welcome the Holy Son!"

"Great!"

Dongfang Zixiao was even more excited. It has been 3000 years since the sword god sect changed, and there has been no holy son for a long time.

The Holy Son represents the luck of the Holy Land and the future of the Holy Land.

It can be said that it is even a symbol of honor, symbolizing that the Sword God Sect can continue forever.

For so many years, none of the disciples of the Sword God Sect could resonate with the sword altar, even if there was a Tianjiao at the Dao Slashing Realm, they couldn't make the sword altar resonate.

Now, just a mere mortal, Jiantan finally found the Holy Son.

"Welcome, Holy Son!"

Dongfang Zixiao let out a long cry, and the strong men behind him looked at Lin Fan with different expressions.

Lin Fan felt as if his body was electrified, and streams of energy gathered in it.

"You won't find my system?"

"These people, aren't they all old glass?"

Lin Fan's eyes rolled wildly, not knowing what to do next.

"Holy Son, please!"

The Taoist soldier knelt down again, and many people were envious and jealous.

Lin Fan pointed to the sword altar. Shouldn't he be given the sword on it?
"Holy Son, please!"

The Elder Jieyin hurriedly sent a voice transmission, and said to Lin Fan: "Holy Son, when you enter the main hall, you will have everything you want?"

"Really? Can I practice now?"

"Of course!"

Great Elder Cao Yuekong also nodded, excitedly, couldn't help but pat Lin Fan.

"Big elder!"

Someone reminded Cao Yuekong, you are a power who is half a step away from the divine realm, and you are going to touch a mortal.

Cao Yuekong was embarrassed, but Lin Fan was fine.

"Mysterious body, sure enough!"

Dongfang Zixiao gasped, and the Holy Son said that in this life, the Holy Land of Swords can finally be at ease.

Eight Holy Lands: Zixiao, Tiance, Mingzong, Kunxu, Sword God, Yaochi, Donghuang, Zifu.

The sword holy land has gradually ranked lower.

Other holy places, such as Tianjiao, Shengzi, Daozi, etc., travel to the mainland, only the sword holy land has been closed for so long, and no Shengzi has come out of the mountain.

"Back to the main hall!

"Holy Son, follow me!"

Dongfang Zixiao valued Lin Fan very much, and when he opened the mountain hall, the Holy Son appeared. In the dark, Lin Fan came here for the holy land of swords.

The other powerhouses didn't speak either, they just communicated with each other.

Lin Fan felt his feet leave the ground, and he rose from the air.

"Flying?"

Lin Fan clenched his fists tightly. In the future, he will definitely rise up from the sky and find Dahan Village.

Standing beside Dongfang Zixiao, looking down at the surroundings, the mountains are like swords, and the aura gathers, as if the Milky Way appears in the surroundings, surrounding the holy land of swords.

"what is that?"

Lin Fan looked into the deepest part again, there seemed to be a mountain or a huge statue there.The statue-like mountain is entangled in the gray chaos, making it impossible to see clearly.

"That is, the statue of our founding father!"

"When you step into the spirit body realm, you can enter the chaotic sword energy and comprehend the true way."

"Is that a statue?"

Lin Fan was shocked again. The statue is as tall as a mountain. What does this mean?
Dongfang Zixiao was very satisfied with Lin Fan, Lin Fan remained calm, as a common man, he had no fear at all when he came to him.

Of course Lin Fan is not afraid, he has seen even gods, and he will kill gods in the future, Lin Fan's psychological quality has long been very strong.

Compared with gods, the powerhouses in Holy Land are nothing.

"Sword Holy Land, the original Seven Halls!"

"Now there are only Youlong Hall, Broken Jade Hall, Tengxiang Hall, Caiyun Hall, and Potian Hall."

"The people around you are all people from the Four Great Halls."

Lin Fan felt very strange, would Dongfang Zixiao count?

Of the seven halls, there are only five halls, and there are only four strongmen around, so what about the other hall?

Lin Fan has been observing, observing the whole picture of Sword God Sect.

Some places are shrouded in five-color divine light.

The five main halls are located in the mountains like five millstones.

Under the mountains, there is a trace of black air.

Lin Fan nodded, perhaps, that's where the demons are suppressed.

The Eight Great Holy Lands, guarding the Eight Desolations, have suppressed countless demons in the past dynasties.With the protection of the eight holy lands and the guardianship of the central dynasty, there is a land of thousands of races, and the human race prospers.

Everyone came to the main hall one after another.

The main hall is the mountain in the middle. There are many halls in the mountain, and swords are inserted on the halls.

These swords are all spiritual manifestations, exuding a trace of luck.

"Holy Son, come in!"

Dongfang Zixiao grabbed Lin Fan's hand and walked towards the main hall.

Around the main hall, those personal, true, and elite disciples all looked at Lin Fan in shock.

"Really vulgar?"

"Why did the sword circle choose him? Is his physique really that special?"

"Who knows?"

"No matter what, the suzerain is very excited. This represents the luck of our Holy Land."

Everyone was peeking at Lin Fan, and Lin Fan felt energy coming from his body again, which made Lin Fan very disgusted.

Lin Fan's pupils shrank, and he shook his head instinctively.

With this movement, every pore on the physical body seemed to bloom.

The person who had just secretly observed Lin Fan felt a tingling pain between his brows.

"what happened?"

"His physical body?"

These disciples fell silent one by one, looking at Lin Fan in horror.

Lin Fan was unmoved, but what happened just now made Dongfang Zixiao even more excited.

"go!"

Dongfang Zixiao pulled Lin Fan into the hall.

In the main hall, all the powerful men stood in different directions, their expressions becoming solemn.

"Masters, this opening ceremony is very good!"

"We welcome the Sect Son!"

"Lin Fan, where are you from?"

Dongfang Zixiao was already sitting on the throne, looking at Lin Fan affectionately.

Behind the main hall, there was a mysterious voice, it was the hidden ancestor, communicating with Dongfang Zixiao.

The birth of the Holy Son is of extraordinary significance.

"Dahan Village, Lin Fan!"

Lin Fan said loudly on purpose, and Lin Fan was also observing, observing the expressions of these strong men, hoping that they would know about Dahan Village.

Unfortunately, no one knows.

Instead, an old man in a white robe on the east side said in a low voice: "Sovereign, let's check it out. What kind of physique is it? How can you become a holy son?"