Although the Ancient Plains Continent is called a continent, its area is naturally far behind that of the Jiuzhou Continent. It has a radius of about 30,000 miles and is not as large as the three prefectures of Chongming Continent. However, for the Xiu who once lived on this continent, For practitioners, this is already huge. In the past, the highest level of cultivation here was to build a foundation. It would take more than half a month to fly across the entire continent with a sword.
The setting sun was setting in the west, and the cold and dim afterglow shone slantly on the ruins. Yellowed and half-dried vines clung to the crumbling ruins, making it look increasingly desolate and deserted.
A middle-aged male cultivator in a purple shirt stood quietly on an incomplete high wall, his figure elongated by the oncoming sunset.
This person has a cold and serious face, exuding a faint sword spirit. He is obviously a swordsman. His straight body is like an unsheathed sword, and his cold eyes give people a sense of vicissitudes of life.
If Chu Jun were here, he would definitely recognize this person at a glance as Ling Zijian, the elder of Zhengtianmen.
Back then, Liefa Sect, Tenghuang Pavilion, and Zhengtianmen sects ruled the Guyuan Continent. Liefa Sect was so powerful that it attempted to annex the other two sects. With the help of the traitorous inner ghost, Liefa Sect captured all the senior officials of Zhengtianmen. Only Ling Zijian escaped without a trace. Later, the ghost world came to Guyuan Continent. Under the terrible impact, ten of the cultivators in Guyuan Continent were shocked to death. Those who survived were later killed by the ghost clan that swarmed from the ghost world. After eating the soul, only Chu Jun, Zhao Yu and others successfully escaped from Guyuan Continent with a group of people on the Xianfeng of the Immortal Cultivator Guild...
Ling Zijian escaped from the Liefa Sect that day, but was seriously injured, so he found a secret place to recuperate. When he recovered from his injuries, he came out and found that the world had changed. The mountain gate was gone, and the Five Thunder City was destroyed. There were everywhere Ghosts…
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At this time, several black spots appeared in the sky in the distance. Ling Zijian's cold gaze suddenly condensed, and he cautiously flashed under the shadow of the ruins, while restraining his breath. For so many years, Ling Zijian lived alone on the Ancient Plains Continent, fighting against the ghost clan every day. Not only did his fighting skills become more and more sophisticated, but he also figured out a way to conceal his aura, which was difficult to detect even if he was as powerful as the Ghost Governor. His hiding place.
The long years of fighting have not only allowed him to accumulate a wealth of hunting and counter-hunting skills, but also allowed him to form a golden elixir without the fourth level of the Five Thunder Zhengtian Jue. This can be said to be amazing. odd number.
Ling Zijian hid in the dark and stared at the black spots in the distance. His rich experience told him that the person coming was definitely not a ghost. To put it more exaggeratedly, if it was a ghost, he could smell it dozens of miles away. Taste comes.
As the black spots got closer and closer, there was a faint rumbling sound, like thunder, and the black spots became more and more numerous. Ling Zijian counted them and found that the exact number was sixty.
The black spots were getting closer and closer, and the rumbling sound became clearer. Ling Zijian's expression suddenly changed, and now he could see clearly what it was.
That was a ship, a ship flying in the sky. The size was really astonishing. The white light at the bottom of the ship was extremely bright, and it was flying at an alarming speed.
The ship could actually fly in the sky. Ling Zijian was extremely shocked, and at the same time his heart was beating wildly, because he saw people, yes, there were people on the ship. For a person who had only seen ghosts for more than ten years, suddenly seeing the same people, his heart You can imagine the excitement. Ling Zijian instantly had the urge to rush out and say hello, but he still resisted because he knew that sometimes people are scarier than ghosts, and he must not rush forward rashly until the situation is resolved.
The huge troop carrier with sixty bows flew over the ruins of Wulei City, and the strong wind it stirred up swept away sand and rocks.
Ling Zijian looked at the huge troop transport fleet going away, and he was completely lost. The troop transport fleet was densely packed with murderous armored soldiers. The flags on the ship were fluttering. Even if Ling Zijian had no experience, he knew that it was a troop transport fleet. Huge army.
An army of human cultivators appears in the Ancient Plains Continent. What does that mean
Ling Zijian began to breathe rapidly. No wonder he rarely encountered ghosts during these days. It turned out that human cultivators had begun to counterattack. They must be powerful cultivators living on the other side of the Immortal Crossing Sea. They began to counterattack the ghosts.
Ling Zijian's eyes were a little wet. After he recovered from his injury, he found that everything was ruined. There was no one in Guyuan Continent except the ghost tribe. He thought he was the only one left in the world, but he didn't expect that there were people of his own kind on the other side of the sea, but it was still like this. It's so powerful. Looking at the dense team, it must be more than 300,000 people.
Ling Zijian was just about to chase after the troop transport fleet, but suddenly his whole body froze, his cold eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, and a flying sword appeared in his hand.
I don't know when, a little girl made of pink and jade sat on the wall next to her, dangling her little white feet leisurely, her dark eyes curiously looking at Ling Zijian, and there was a girl standing next to her. A half-year-old boy who was a head taller than her. This boy had a long head and a tiger-like head, and his expression was a little wary.
"Who are you and what are you doing hiding here?" the little girl asked in a childish voice.
Perhaps it was because the two children in front of him were too harmless, Ling Zijian's expression slowed down a bit and asked: "Where did you come from?"
"As you can see, we came here on a troop ship. Are you a native here?" The little girl took out a spiritual fruit and ate it with relish.
Ever since the Ancient Plains Continent was occupied by the ghost tribe, it has been lifeless, and the already weak spiritual energy has completely disappeared. Ling Zijian has relied on collecting spiritual beans to support himself in these years. It can be said that he has been extremely hungry for spiritual energy. Seeing the little girl holding the rich spirit fruit and eating it deliciously, she couldn't help but swallow her throat.
"Aboriginal?" Ling Zijian is familiar with and unfamiliar with this word. To a cultivator from the other side, perhaps he is truly an aboriginal.
"Yes, I'm a local!" Ling Zijian said calmly.
"Just you? Is there anyone else?"
"Only me!"
The little girl showed sympathy, took out another spiritual fruit and took a bite, suddenly sweating.
Ling Zijian frowned, with a pity flashing in his eyes. These people from the other side of the sea were indeed rich. The spiritual energy of the spiritual fruit was so rich, but it was eaten as a fruit and was lost for many nights. It was a waste of money.
The little girl smiled, raised her hand and threw a spiritual fruit over: "Here!"
Ling Zijian subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch it, and instantly felt the abundant spiritual energy on it refreshing his heart and lungs. The tempting taste actually whetted his appetite and made him want to swallow it in one gulp. For him who had been in a state of spiritual energy hunger for a long time, it was like a beggar's encounter. The braised pork was served.
"Eat, it's for you!" The little girl obviously saw Ling Zijian swallowing and said with a smile.
Ling Zijian's old face was slightly embarrassed, and he was about to say thank you, when the half-year-old boy with a tiger-like head said: "Beautiful lady, let's go quickly, they are all far away!"
"Xiao Hu, this man is so pitiful, let's take him with us!" Xiao Jiaren stood up and said.
Xiaohu glanced at Ling Zijian hesitantly, with vigilance in his eyes, and shook his head and said: "This person's origin is unknown, so I'd better not let him go!"
"Hey, what's your name?" Xiao Huofeng turned around and asked.
"Zhengtianmen Lingzi Sword!"
Xiao Huofeng clapped his hands and said: "My name is Chu Jiaren, and this is Brother Xiaohu, hehe, now we are considered acquaintances, and we don't have unknown origins!"
Xiaohu couldn't help crying or laughing, and suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "What did you just say? Zhengtianmen?"
Ling Zijian nodded and said: "Not bad!"
Xiaohu said a little excitedly: "Do you know the Five Thunders Righting Heaven Technique?"
Ling Zijian's expression changed slightly: "How did you know?"
Xiaohu's dark eyes suddenly opened wide, and he asked weakly: "Then... do you know my master Chu Jun?"
"What?" Ling Zijian blurted out, couldn't help but took a few steps forward, and said in a trembling voice: "Your master's name is Chu Jun?"
"Yes, my master's name is Chu Jun!"
"How is it possible... How is this possible!" Ling Zijian asked, trembling with excitement, "He also knows the Five Thunders Righting Heaven Technique?"
"It's natural. Not only my father can do it, but also Aunt Zhao Yu and Aunt Yuyi!" Xiao Huofeng said.
Hearing these familiar names, Ling Zijianfa was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses. He took a long breath and said, "I am Chu Jun's uncle!"
"Ah!" Xiao Huofeng and Xiao Hu both exclaimed.
Ling Zijian stretched out his right hand, and a flashing light ball was formed, which was the thunder explosion technique of the Five Thunder Zhengtian Jue.
"It's really the Five Thunders Zhengtian Jue!" Xiaohu was surprised. He didn't expect to meet a native who was his great uncle.
Xiaohu was such a sincere child that he immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "Xiaohu, see you, great uncle!"
A flash of joy flashed in Ling Zijian's eyes, and a kind smile appeared on his stern face. He helped Xiaohu up and said: "I didn't expect that this boy Chu Jun would accept a disciple. Even his daughter is so old. Beauty, your Mother... No, you call her Aunt Zhao Yu, isn't Yu'er your mother? "
Xiaohuofeng giggled and said, "The beauty is a treasure that daddy picked up!"
Ling Zijian couldn't help but feel relieved and hurriedly asked: "Where is your father now? Take me there quickly!"
"Dad, he's not here, but we can take him to see Aunt Yuyi, she's here!" Xiao Huofeng happily pulled Ling Zijian and flew into the air. He and Xiao Hu sneaked out of the troop ship to play, but they unexpectedly picked it up by accident. If you become a great uncle, you won't have to be scolded when you go back.
Ling Zijian was startled when Little Fire Phoenix carried him up and he realized that these two children could fly in the air. Wouldn't that mean that they both had at least the strength of the Golden Core stage? Oh my God, they are only a little older and they have already formed elixirs. I don’t know how that boy Chu Jun was trained.
Shuihuofeng and Xiaohu took Ling Zijian at an extremely fast speed, and soon caught up with the troop transport fleet. Ling Zijian was already shocked beyond measure at this time, because the flying speed of the two children was definitely above the Nascent Soul stage.
What would he think if he knew that Xiao Huofeng's strength had exceeded the god-refining stage