Xuanhuan: So I am the ancestor of all weapons

Ding Yunzong, the ancestral temple.

Inside the majestic and huge temple is a statue of the patriarch made of pure gold.

Broad forehead, sword eyebrows, and a pair of eagle eyes revealing a breathtaking brilliance.

In order to create such a lifelike statue of the patriarch, Ding Yunzong spent a lot of money and ingenuity, and even spent a lot of money on repairs many times in the millennium later.

In front of the statue, there is a gold-plated tablet with the words "Jianzun Baihong" written on it, which is full of style.

Lu Liting's old body was somewhat bent, and he prostrated himself on the futon, praying quietly.

Three quarters later, after the prayer was over, Lu Liting finally straightened up.

His body trembled slightly, it was a convulsion caused by extreme depression and anger.

"The patriarch is above, the disciple is unfilial, and the thousand-year prestige of Ding Yunzong will be completely destroyed by me!"

Lu Liting's eyes full of crow's feet constricted in pain, and he squeezed out tears of regret.

"Back then, no one knew the name of the patriarch 'Jianzun Baihong'? A 'Thunder' could kill all the gods and gods in the world! But now, when this 'Thunder' is passed to me, I have lost the old reputation. Prestige, even a young junior can do nothing! I am ashamed of my patriarch! I am ashamed of thousands of disciples of Dingyun!..."

Lu Liting howled loudly, endless grief and regret overwhelmed him, at this moment, he was like a helpless child.

The patriarch was speechless, and the incense and incense on the stage seemed to be laughing at him.

Lu Liting gritted his teeth tightly: "I know that this life is ridiculous and generous, and I don't deserve sympathy, but my Ding Yunzong has a thousand-year reputation, how can I be trampled underfoot by a yellow-mouthed child and a bunch of women? I also ask the ancestor to help me, help me Ding Yunzong!" Yunzong takes revenge!"

"Om~!"

A mysterious shock spread from the statue, and the candlesticks on both sides of the altar were extinguished, leaving only a little smoke.

A chill crept up Lu Liting's back.

Lu Liting trembled unconsciously, fearful in his heart, and wondered in his heart: Thousands of years ago, the patriarch was known to the world for beheading ghosts and gods with a sword of righteousness, why is this patriarch's blessing so gloomy and cold?
From the self-created sect, the Dingyun School has flourished for thousands of years, and no one has ever prayed for the blessings of the ancestors. Is there any secret that is not known to the public?

Thousands of questions, but no one answered.

In the next moment, the cold and gloomy forest became more intense, and the power of the Great Dao roared like thousands of ghosts howling, and for a moment, the temple of the ancestors turned into a forest hell!

……

Dingyun Houshan, the disciple's grave.

The fierce battle finally came to an end, and the bodies of countless disciples who died in battle were carried to the graveyard one by one.

The number of corpses is huge, even if dozens of disciples are dispatched to count them, it is still slow to enter.

The customization of coffins is extremely expensive, so at present, only a few high-level disciples can enter the coffin to sleep peacefully.

On the top of the back mountain, rows of coffins line up solemnly.

For the leading one, the coffin is made of high-quality white pear wood, and the material of the coffin body alone is grade five wood!
The person sleeping peacefully in the coffin is none other than Feng Anxu, the first disciple of the Dingyun Sect.

Back then, Elder Song Li fell into the abyss desperately to find his body.

Fragmented and inhuman!
After the war, Lu Liting devoted all his efforts to the search. It took countless manpower to find all the corpses, but there were only a few pieces of coke left.

Beside the coffin, stood two disciples carrying shovels, waiting for the auspicious time to put the coffin into the ground.

Who would have guessed.

"Crack!~"

On a sunny day, a thunderbolt fell from the sky and landed directly on Feng Anxu's gorgeous coffin!
The two disciples beside the coffin were also affected, and before they could even scream, they both turned into coke.

"I'm finally back... After waiting for a thousand years, I finally came back after a younger generation prayed for the blessings of the patriarch! I'm the one who made your life so good? You actually made me wait for a thousand years!"

At this moment, Feng Anxu's body, which had been split into coke, was assembled and transformed inch by inch, with new flesh and blood replacing the necrotic muscles and bones bit by bit, and finally, it was completely repaired!The muscle lines are perfect, even stronger than before!

However, his body was gloomy and his tone of voice was strange, like a ghost from hell.

He looked at his body: "This is the body with the best aptitude in Ding Yunzong? After thousands of years, Ding Yunzong has fallen to this point?"

With a look of disgust, he couldn't stop shaking his head: "I think back then, my Sword Master was invincible when he slashed the rivers and lakes with a single sword, relying on his 'body of thousands of swords', but now this body is not even as good as that of a beginner boy back then! I have a thousand years of cultivation , can only perform one or two, even if he washes the meridians and cuts the veins for him, he can only bear the cultivation base of the late stage of Lingtai."

Today's Feng Anxu is none other than the founding master of the Dingyun Sect who has returned from the dead——Sword Master 'Bai Hong'!
"Quick, quick, quick! Go and investigate, if the thunder just now smashed my disciple's coffin, you will all be buried with me!"

On the side of the cemetery, Lu Liting hurried over with a few disciples.

The thunder just now was really weird.

Feng Anxu didn't have any bones left, only a few pieces of coke left, if there is another fork, Lu Liting's most beloved disciple, how can he rest in peace?
However, the few disciples who were rushed to check the coffin stood still in a daze.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up!"

Seeing that a few disciples dared to be lazy, Lu Liting was furious and wanted to beat them up. ,

But when he stepped forward, the moment his sight was no longer blocked by his disciples, Lu Liting stood still.

"Xu, Xu'er?"

……

At the foot of the Water Dance Sect.

After bidding farewell to the sisters of the Water Dance Sect, Ye Fan took Hongdie and finally set foot on the road back to Lulu.

At the foot of the mountain, the jubilant town is buzzing with excitement.

Ye Fan was anxious.

I don't know how the ten-day period set by the system is calculated. If it is based on the time of the previous life, with twelve midnight as the boundary, then he must arrive at the thatched cottage before midnight tonight.

And now, it was already three quarters in the afternoon, and he still had less than six hours left!
"Let's fly with the spirit weapon." Ye Fan suggested.

"Why? Look, how interesting this mountain is. There are markets and inns, jugglers, and sugar-making people. It's hard to come out and play with me." Hongdie pouted her small mouth and grabbed Ye Fan's arm shook and shook.

Ye Fan had a headache and wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to explain it.

Do you say so?Open the first sentence: "I have a system."

The second sentence: "There are pitfalls in the system..."

Believe in you asshole!

There is no way, he can only try his best to meet Hongdie's request, little girl, it can be done quickly and go to bed early.

So Ye Fan agreed:
"Your suggestion is perfect, but the activities you mentioned are too naive. Let me take you to play adult games."

"A game for adults?" Hongdie's eyes lit up immediately.

Ye Fan held his head high, his eyes looked far away, and he looked like a master: "Want to know?"

Hong Die nodded her head like a pest: "Think about it, what is it?"

Ye Fan took a step forward: "Follow me, and you will know."