Ziwei Sword Pavilion is indeed a good place to practice and improve Dharma appearance.

But Jiang Chen doesn’t have the heart to practice now.

He is waiting for the one-month deadline to arrive now. If the one-month deadline is up and he is fine, then he can practice with peace of mind here. Not to mention being promoted to the realm of disaster, he can at least reach the third level of Dharma.

He sat on the cliff in the back mountain, very bored, took out a cigarette and lit it.

With smoke in it, the smoke filled the fingertips.

At this moment, he missed home.

Miss the earth.

I miss the glory on the earth.

I wonder how Chuchu is like this after so many years?

And at this moment, outside the Ziwei Jiange Mountain Gate.

Because Ziwei Sword Pavilion is protected by a mountain protection formation, this formation was personally laid out by a strong man from Ziwei Sword Pavilion many years ago. With the current strength of humans on the Seven Killing Star, it is still impossible to break the formation and enter.

This led to a large number of strong men gathering outside the mountain gate.

At the beginning, almost all those who appeared outside the Ziwei Jiange Mountain Gate were from the Tribulation Realm.

However, as time goes by, more and more powerful people appear, and almost all of them appear later have reached the fairyland, and some even have extremely high attainments in the fairyland.

Just when everyone was stationed outside the mountain gate,

A red sedan suddenly emerged from a distance.

The four women in red dresses were carrying the sedan chair. The four women carried the sedan chair and flew from a distance, and the speed was very fast. In a blink of an eye, they appeared outside the Ziwei Jiange Mountain Gate.

"This, is this?"

Seeing the red sedan chair appearing, looking at the four women in red dresses carrying the red sedan chairs, the monks stationed outside the Ziwei Jiange Mountain Gate were stunned.

Because these four women look exactly the same, dress the same, and dress the same, as if they were carved from the same mold.

"Could this be the legendary Four Envoys of Wind, Rain, Thunder and Lightning?"

"Ancient books record that 100,000 years ago, four identical women appeared in the world. These four women were called the Four Envoys of Wind, Rain, Thunder and Lightning, and the master of these four Envoys was the Gushan Sword Saint."

"That's right, it's Gushan Sword Saint."

With the appearance of four women, the identity of the owner of the red sedan chair was also exposed.

Someone didn't understand the Gushan Sword Saint and couldn't help asking: "Who is this Gushan Sword Saint?"

"This is a figure about 100,000 years ago. The Gushan Sword Saint reached the realm of the Immortal King a hundred thousand years ago. With a long sword and unparalleled sword skills, he swept the world. Unexpectedly, after 100,000 years, the Gushan Sword Saint is still alive."

"call!"

As some information about Gushan Sword Saint was exposed, many strong people present gasped.

"I reached the Immortal King Realm 100,000 years ago. Now, 100,000 years have passed. What level has he reached?"

"No matter how strong the talent or how great the potential, because the Qikilling Star is a sealed world. As long as you live to a certain age, you will be cursed. No matter how powerful the genius is, you will not enter the realm of Shinto."

Not far away, in a corner, an old man sat on a rock and opened his mouth slowly.

His words attracted a lot of attention.

Almost everyone present has heard of these legends.

However, no one can reach that level, and no one can live that long, so no one will pay attention to these legends.

A young monk asked, "Old senior, is the curse you mentioned true? In the Seven Killings Star, no one can reach the realm of divine deity? In the Seven Killings Star, will you really be cursed if you live to a certain age?"

"Yes."

Before the old man could speak, a sound came from the red sedan chair.

Everyone couldn't help but look.

A woman lifted the curtain in front of the red sedan chair, and an old man walked out. He was wearing a red robe, very slender, and wrinkled on his face.

There is only a layer of skin left on my face, and the bones on my face can be seen.

He was so delicate, like a skeleton in clothes.

His pupils were deep, there was no blood on his face, and his expression was a little terrifying.

As soon as he appeared, many monks retreated slightly.

He came from the void, and his body slowly fell from the sky and appeared on the ground.

Everyone looked at this powerful man who had dominated the world with a war on his face a hundred thousand years ago.

The Gushan Sword Saint glanced at everyone and said lightly: "The world only knows the curse of Su Nu Country, but does not know that the entire Seven Killing Star is cursed."

"The creatures of the Qikilling Star cannot live for a million years."

"A million years will die."

"The creatures of the Seven Killing Star cannot break through the divine realm. As long as they approach the divine realm, they will die even if they haven't arrived in a million years."

The voice of Gushan Sword Saint resounded.

The creatures present have more or less heard of these legends, but these are just legends and have not been verified, so they didn't take them seriously.

"Is it Senior Gushan Sword Saint? Are what you said true?"

A monk asked carefully, but he did not dare to speak loudly, for fear of offending the powerful man who had become famous all over the world a hundred thousand years ago.

Gushan Sword Saint did not answer his words.

He looked at Ziwei Jian Pavilion in front of him, with a solemn face on his old face.

He was not very talented, but he got a lot of luck. It took hundreds of thousands of years to become an immortal, and finally made a name for himself in this world.

Now, his million-year deadline is almost here.

He had already clearly felt the pressure from heaven and earth.

He was going to wait for death.

However, he learned about Su Nu Country, about Ziwei Jiange, and learned about the curse that he could break.

He doesn't want to die, he wants to survive, and continue to practice, striving to reach the divine realm one day.

So, he came.

Come to Ziwei Jian Pavilion.

One hundred thousand years ago, he was the eleventh heaven of the fairyland and an immortal king.

Hundreds of thousands of years have passed, and his strength has reached the next level. Now he has reached the thirteenth level of the fairyland and is an immortal emperor.

However, even if the Gushan Sword Saint was the Immortal Emperor, facing the mountain protection formation of Ziwei Sword Pavilion, he felt extremely powerful pressure. In a trance, an extremely terrifying sword intent seemed to be slapped at him.

"I heard that the mountain protection formation of Ziwei Sword Pavilion was set up by a powerful man of the Immortal Emperor level countless years ago. When I saw it today, the rumors were indeed true."

The Gushan Sword Saint murmured softly.

Immediately, he clasped his fists and said loudly: "The Gushan Sword Saint is here to visit, and ask the Ziwei Sword Master to open the mountain gate."

His voice resounded throughout this area and throughout Ziwei Jian Pavilion.

Even Jiang Chen, who was on the top of a mountain range, heard this sound.

Jiang Chen frowned slightly and muttered: "What is the origin of this Gushan Sword Saint? He actually shouted directly outside the mountain gate?"

After Jiang Chen muttered, he also got up and left, and secretly headed to the area where the Ziwei Sword Lord was.

At this moment, the Ziwei Sword Lord was staying with Su Xin.

When she heard the sound coming from outside the mountain gate, she looked solemn.

On the side, Su Xin had thought about it, and said, "Can Gushan Sword Saint, is it Gushan who swept the world with a long sword and a set of sword techniques a hundred thousand years ago?"
Chapter completed!