Wanjie supporting role system

Chapter 372 Golden World
Zheng Rui stood still, pondered, and could not help but sneak a peek towards the eighth floor. Unlike the last time, this time, he didn't feel the presence of breath, presumably there should be no one.

but.

Zheng Rui was also a bit hesitant. He couldn't detect the other party's breath, or it might be that the other party's strength was too strong for him to spy on.

However, the golden star sword became clearer in his mind, and Zheng Rui stepped in towards the eighth floor.

"boom!"

As soon as he entered the eighth floor, to Zheng Rui's surprise, the power to suppress the 'Canghai Dantian' here suddenly dissipated, and the pressure disappeared instead.

Here is a world of golden stars, in the vast golden sea of ​​stars, countless sword patterns, sword qi, and even stars floating indefinitely,

Zheng Rui froze for a moment, standing still in this strange world, at a loss for a moment.

The sight in front of him was really unbelievable.

If Yumo is still here, he can still ask.

Now that Youmo is not here, I can only rely on myself. After thinking for a while, Zheng Rui began to walk aimlessly in this space. After half an hour, the golden light curtain in front of him still existed, as if nothing had changed. Pass.

In Zheng Rui's mind, the golden sword still appeared.

"correct."

Suddenly, Zheng Rui's complexion changed slightly, as if he had thought of something. Since he could sense this golden sword shadow, it meant that it must be in this world. The reason why he couldn't find it might be that the sword shadow was hidden in front of him. In the golden twilight.

Thinking of this, Zheng Rui immediately sat cross-legged and fell into silence.

"what."

In the golden world, there was an old, faint voice of doubt.

"Sure enough, this little guy couldn't resist coming here. In this kind of place, he can still meditate here. Could it be that there is a way to find that thing?"

Somewhere in the golden world, an old man wearing Taoist robes and sitting upright looked at Zheng Rui through the endless golden world. His sword eyes were like the moon, extremely deep, and there was an indescribable aura all over his body.

Zheng Rui did not notice the old man's existence.

"The old man has been studying this sword tower for many years, and the secrets about the sword mound have not been solved. For many years, only Nuo Chen may be able to do it, but it's a pity." The old man shook his head, although he thought Zheng Rui could enter the eighth floor. I was pleasantly surprised and excited, but it was really hard to find that thing.

He searched for decades but couldn't find it.

Just when his words just fell, Zheng Rui's eyes suddenly opened suddenly, he raised his eyes, and said with a concentrated smile: "So that's the case, I said, I didn't find you on the eighth floor of the sword tower. After a long time, this This world, this space, the eighth floor of this sword tower, is you!"

"I've been bothering you for so long, what the hell are you, come out to me!"

Zheng Rui snarled, and grabbed the golden cloud in front of him with one hand, a soaring sword aura spread out at this moment, and in an instant, the entire golden world on the eighth floor of the sword tower seemed to be grasped by Zheng Rui , an area of ​​unknown size shrunk crazily, and the golden light retracted, becoming brighter and brighter.

A soaring golden light erupted from the top of the sword tower, and the golden sword light shot straight into the sky. In the dark night, it divided the black world into two, and the terrifying sword intent spread. Sword Sky City, hundreds of miles away, was also awakened by this sword energy.

Inside Jianzong and Jiantian City, countless warriors panicked and flew into the air, or stood on the roof, looking in the direction of Jiantian City, the golden glow that soared into the sky.
Zhong Liangfeng frowned and said, "If it wasn't Yang Xuan, who would it be?"

"Brother Liangfeng, on a mountain not far away, I sensed a powerful magical power of fire attribute." Suddenly, Nanmu said with a frown.

Zhong Liangfeng said: "Go, go and have a look."

A few people tiptoed again and swept towards the direction that Nanmu sensed. Soon, they came to the mountain where Zheng Rui was. Everyone looked intently and found the second soul who was silently cultivating.

"It's Zheng Rui." Zhong Gaoyi said coldly.

Killing intent welled up in his eyes.

Nanmu snorted coldly: "You can't mess around at a time like this, once we die, we won't be able to leave!"

"I know."

The murderous intent in Zhong Gaoyi's eyes came in a flash, but his eyes were still extremely resentful, staring fiercely at the sky below, and remained silent.

"Okay, let's go to the sword tower."

Zhong Liangfeng always felt that something was wrong, so he gave instructions to a group of people, and they turned into streamers and disappeared in place.

In the sword tower, Zheng Rui's palms were constantly forming seals, and Zhou Tian's golden world frantically gathered in its palm. After a while, this golden world disappeared, and they were all in Zheng Rui's palm.

"What is this?"

Zheng Rui opened his eyes, raised the palm of his right hand upwards, and stared at a floating golden pattern on the palm of his hand. This pattern was similar to the divine pattern, but not the same. He was about half the size of a palm, and the whole body was golden. Looking closely, there are countless small dots in the lines, as if hundreds of millions of stars are entrenched on it.

"This is the sword pattern related to the secret inside the sword mound."

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind Zheng Rui.

"Who?!"

Zheng Rui was shocked. He obviously didn't notice anyone in this space, but there was a voice behind him. He was frightened half to death, convulsed, and turned to look.

"Don't be nervous, the old man is not a bad person."

Behind him, the eighth floor without the golden light is an ordinary sword tower floor, full of dilapidation and decay, dangling in the void, and an old man walked out of it.

With the appearance of the old man, Zheng Rui's pupils shrank, and he couldn't even peek at the old man's cultivation level with his prayer wheel eyes!The opponent's strength is unfathomable, Zheng Rui is sure, if the opponent wants to kill him, he doesn't even know how to die!

"Senior?" Zheng Rui couldn't help asking, frowning.

Anyway, the old man had already seen this 'sword pattern', so Zheng Rui simply didn't hide it, and just let him float in his hand in a fair and honest way.

The old man smiled and said: "Old man, Yi Qiankun."

"Yi Qiankun"

Zheng Rui murmured faintly. Suddenly, his body shook, and after being stunned, he convulsed and exclaimed: "Lord Sovereign?!"

Yi Qiankun smiled slightly, looked at Zheng Rui with satisfaction, and said: "Exactly, I didn't expect that after so many years in our Jianzong, there is finally a person who can ascend to the eighth floor, and also cracked the secret of the eighth floor." , really surprised the old man."

Zheng Rui said: "Could it be that the secret of the eighth floor of the Sword Tower is this small sword pattern?"

Yi Qiankun nodded, with his hands behind his back, he walked slowly in front of Zheng Rui, and said: "Actually, the reason why the sword tower exists is because of the existence of this sword pattern. Don't underestimate this sword pattern, it But it's about a huge secret."

"Huge secret?" Zheng Rui was startled, and then said: "What the suzerain said, is it the sword mound?"

In Qiankun Jianzong, there is a mysterious sword mound. No one knows what is inside Jianzong, and no one knows why there is Jianzong here. They just know that the so-called Jianzong is actually a long and narrow sword ditch , which contains the supreme sword intention.

Of course, no one knew whether this sword intent belonged to the person holding the sword or inside the sword mound.

(End of this chapter)