Xuanhuan: Me!Start the creation of Tianji Pavilion

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Tibetan Sword Sect.

No.40 Nine generations of suzerains walked with the sword and entered the sword mound.

At this moment, the sect was in chaos, and the suzerain's soul lamp suddenly went out completely, and then was lit again.

"Look, the suzerain is back and went directly to the sword mound."

"His state doesn't seem right, and his shape seems a little illusory."

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Inside the Sword Tomb.

No.40 Nine generations of suzerains passed through the sea of ​​swords and mountains, and walked straight into the deepest part.

In front of him, a golden long sword was quietly suspended in the void. The sword was three feet long and four inches wide.

"No. 40 Nine-generation Sovereign, please see the ancestor!"

He bowed his head in salute.

"What's the matter?"

An impatient voice came from the golden long sword, causing the entire sword mound to commotion, and countless rusty swords clanked, welcoming the recovery of a supreme sword god.

"About the Tianji Pavilion."

"Oh? Did the old man from the Holy Land of Absolute Beginning buy the chance to become Emperor?"

"No, it's just that the Tianji Pavilion showed its power beyond the Guiyuan Realm in this action to eliminate the net, and directly scattered the scourge of the Guiyuan Realm's Heavenly Dao!"

"Sure enough, I woke up in a deep sleep, and felt a sense of supreme will, directly erasing the power of divine punishment."

The Patriarch of the Tibetan Sword Sect said in a deep voice.

"The strength shown by the Tianji Pavilion this time, based on my humble opinion, can be completely trusted. It is worth our Holy Land of Absolute Beginning to spend thousands of years of savings to buy a chance to become an emperor!"

"Be the first to strike first! If you can become the first emperor in Guiyuan Realm..."

No.40 Nine generations of suzerains have a lot of meaning.

He has already died once, and now he is still in a state of life and death, and his courage to speak has grown a lot.

"Oh? That's a bold idea."

"I will consider."

The Patriarch of the Tibetan Sword Sect pondered.

"Also, the disciple's condition at the moment... doesn't seem to be very good. You should be able to see it, ancestor. Is this... considered a work-related injury? Can you give me some holy emperor items? I want to go to the Tianji Pavilion to buy one to eliminate it. A method with hidden dangers to the body."

The No.40 Ninth Sovereign laughed.

"Going out for a trip, I have become a lot more courageous."

"Take it and save it."

"In addition, the preparation of resources has to be put on the agenda. Maybe I will be the first ancestor to rush to the Tianji Pavilion and buy the opportunity to become an emperor."

The Patriarch of the Tibetan Sword Sect shot out four balls of light, which were the four sealed items of the Holy Emperor, all of which are now given to No.40 Ninth Patriarch.

"Thank you, Patriarch! This disciple will definitely live up to your high expectations!"

No.40 Nine generations of patriarchs thanked each other, then turned and left.

Chapter 71 Disciple of Absolute Beginning, follow me to Tianji Pavilion!

Holy Land in the beginning.

In the beginning, the Holy Lord's body was about to split, and he returned to the Holy Land precariously.

Inside the Holy Land, countless elders and disciples were astonished, who could injure their invincible Holy Master to such a degree that even the life card was dimmed, and cracks appeared, which really hurt their lives.

"Send me to the Central Holy Mountain, I have something to ask to see the Supreme Elder."

In the beginning, the Holy Lord said weakly.

In that battle, all the healing treasures were used up, and it is a great fortune among misfortunes to come back half-lived.

The elder in charge of the teleportation array quickly opened the teleportation array, and sent away the Holy Lord of Absolute Beginning amidst the surge of space.

Not long after, a more miserable figure flew back to the Holy Land. It was an old man of the Holy Emperor level and an elder of the Holy Land of Absolute Beginning.

"Elder!"

"Elder!"

Many disciples and ordinary elders surrounded him, eagerly concerned about the injury, and asked what happened.

Their disciples who were in charge of guarding the fate card discovered that the elder holy emperor's life card was broken and closed again, broken and closed again, and the cycle repeated two or three times.

What the hell happened to make this elder shuttle back and forth between life and death.

"Don't say anything, old man... you are ashamed of the Holy Master."

The old man said in shame, his soul was dim, his eyes were dull, and his whole body was translucent, as if he didn't really exist in reality.

A disciple who helped him came forward, grabbed his arm, but he was alone, didn't touch anything, and walked straight through his body, his expression changed drastically.

"Elder, your body!"

The disciple exclaimed.

There was no point of focus at all, as if he had caught air.

Even if he loses his physical body and only remains his soul, there should be some texture. Could it be that this elder has been beaten to the point where only a phantom remains?

"I was supposed to die. My first life was saved by Lord Holy Master, my second life was saved by the prime minister of the Eastern Earth God Dynasty, and my third life was saved by Bai Suimu from the Dark Hand Organization. No, to be precise , was finally saved by Pavilion Master Tianji."

"But my current state is very bad. It is the past body that Bai Suimu directly salvaged from the long river of time. Maybe I need to ask Bai Suimu for help, and use the power of the God of Time to relieve hidden dangers."

The old man said in a deep voice, his body swayed again, as if he would be shattered by the wind at any moment.

"What happened in those [-] mountains?"

Someone asked anxiously.