Fighting: Practice makes it real, start with a poisonous body.

Chapter 69 The sword rings!
"Brother Xiao Yan!"

"Xiao Yan!"

Xiao Xun'er and Elder Su Qian exclaimed in unison.

The power of the Venerable can destroy the void and block the space. If this attack hits, Xiao Yan will have no chance of survival!

Xiao Xun'er pursed her thin lips, and her jade hand hidden in the golden sleeves was holding a jade slip that exuded the power of space.

Only warriors above the Dou Zun level can create a spatial jade slip. Crushing it can anchor the spatial coordinates, allowing the Venerable to tear through the void and descend upon this place!

As the eldest daughter of the ancient clan, how could she travel to the northwest continent without any protective items? This space jade slip can even directly summon the ancient clan's Dou Sheng strongmen!
“My father arranged for me to enter the Xiao family in order to steal the fragments of the Xiao clan’s Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Jade, but I have been unsuccessful for many years.

When the family saint arrives, he will definitely ask Brother Xiao Yan for the ancient jade, but for your safety, don't blame Xun'er! "

Seeing that the black flame was about to hit Xiao Yan, Xiao Xun'er was about to crush the space jade slip. At the critical moment, two powerful auras suddenly rose.

The power of the blazing golden sun and the lush green trees came from outside the hall. The two forces intersected as if by fate, and the golden light and the green light entwined and swirled, the power rising steadily, and finally condensed into a blazing flame as green as jade!

"boom--!"

The black flames surged like a raging sea, and the green fire was like an ancient pine tree that was endless. The two violent flames clashed fiercely in the air, forming a violent energy vortex that caused the void to tremble and tear apart!

The emerald flames didn't dissipate under the erosion of the black flames. Instead, they continuously regenerated like an old tree in spring. With every inch the black flames devoured, new blue flames sprouted. Ultimately, the two completely different forces dissipated simultaneously in the air.

"Who dares to stop me?!"

Old man Mu Gu roared, his eyes full of coldness.

"This power comes from the Thousand and Two Elders! You are finally here!"

Su Qian was overjoyed.

Two old figures in plain clothes stood in the hall, with their hands behind their backs.

"I've heard for a long time that in the Canaan Academy library, there are two Dou Zong-level guardians, Qianmu and Bailie. Together, they can fight against a Zun. Now I see that their reputation is well-deserved."

Xiao Xun'er loosened her grip on the jade slip.

"Su Qian, we are not late, are we?"

Bailie laughed.

The two of them had been in seclusion in the library for a long time, so they arrived relatively late.

Su Qian smiled and said, "It's just the right time!"

Xiao Yan's eyes flashed with relief at having intercepted Yu Sheng.

"You two actually managed to take my attack."

Old Man Mu Gu snorted coldly.

Yao Lao's voice rang out from Xiao Yan's body: "Jia Nan Academy was founded by the Thunder Clan's Venerable Mang Tian Chi. He is naturally generous to his students and teaches them all the skills and combat techniques they can.

On the other hand, even though you have been in the Soul Palace for decades, helping the evildoers and serving them at their beck and call, you haven't gained any real benefits at all!"

A hint of anger flashed across Mu Gu's eyes: "Killing you will be the greatest reward for me joining the Soul Palace!"

"Old man, don't irritate him anymore."

Qianmu gathered green energy in his palm, emitting vibrant vitality: "Little kids, leave quickly, we two old guys will cover your retreat."

"it is good!"

Su Qian nodded quickly. If they stayed here, they would only be a hindrance.

Everyone immediately left the tomb inscription room and rushed towards the exit.

"Great Elder Su Qian, Xun'er, you two go first! I want to go to the sword arena!"

Xiao Yan spoke in a deep voice and turned around resolutely.

"Brother Xiao Yan!"

Xiao Xun'er was startled and followed him.

"Miss, why are you still caring about that piece of trash from the Xiao clan?"

Lingquan was horrified, but it was his duty to protect Xiao Xun'er, so he gritted his teeth and followed.

"Xiao Yan!"

Zi Yan also ran over in a flash.

Su Qian sighed suddenly: "One or two of them, they are both worrying!"

He asked the other elders and students to leave and stepped into the sword arena.

"Xiao Yan, what are you doing? Go away..."

Su Qian was about to scold, but the scene before him made his lips open slightly and he could no longer speak.

In the center of the hall, an ancient bronze altar stands tall, with ninety-nine ancient swords arranged on the altar. Each sword exhales sharp sword energy, interweaving into an invisible sword net, as if it can even cut the space into pieces.

Among the ninety-nine ancient swords, a young man in white sat as still as a pine tree. His eyebrows were sharp and his eyes bright, his brow bone clearly defined, exuding a fierce aura. His high ponytail swayed gently in the wind, adding a touch of nonchalance to his sharp sword intent. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Su Qian, recalling the completely destroyed mechanical puppets within the ruins.

He slowly walked to Xiao Yan's side and said hoarsely, "You've known about his existence for a long time, right?"

But at this time, Xiao Yan did not answer Su Qian's question. He had no time to care about it.

Xiao Yan's whole body was trembling violently. Although he had never met the young man before, the throbbing stirred deep in his blood made him instantly certain that the young man in white sitting in the center of the sword altar was the ancestor of the Xiao family!

"This aura shows that he is Dou Zun."

Su Qian's expression was slightly tense.

Lingquan frowned. He sensed a blood power of the imperial clan from the young man in white, but it was completely different from the blood aura of their ancient clan and several other imperial clans.

Thinking of Xiao Yan's reaction, Ling Quan came to a conclusion instantly. He asked, "Is this the remnant of your Xiao clan?"

"Keep your mouth clean!"

A cold look flashed in Xiao Yan's eyes.

Lingquan's face turned ugly. Xiao Yan's words undoubtedly acknowledged that the young man in white was a member of the Xiao clan.

He didn't understand the family's power, but he knew that this little loser from the Xiao clan now had a backer. This was not a good thing for him...

"Xiao clan, Dou Zun?"

Suddenly, the sinister voice of old man Mu Gu came from outside the hall, causing everyone's faces to change drastically.

Everyone turned around and saw him walking slowly towards them, carrying two mummified bodies.

"Thousands of old men!"

Su Qian looked sad.

Elder Mu Gu said coldly, "Do you really think they can stop me? It's not easy for them to survive three moves from me. In the face of absolute strength, any technique is just a trick!"

Just when everyone was on guard, old man Mu Gu ignored them and looked towards the sword arena with a greedy look.

"This is the inheritance of the emperor!"

Old Man Mu Gu frowned again when he saw the young man in white sitting in the center of the sword arena.

His soul power was strong, so he could naturally hear the conversation that everyone had just had.

"I never thought that the Xiao clan still had Dou Zun-level remnants, some even possessing Dou Emperor bloodline."

Old Man Mu Gu’s face was fierce: “If I can’t get it, you can’t get it either!”

He turned into a ghost and rushed towards the sword arena in an instant!
"Ancestor!"

Xiao Yan looked anxious, but the two elders were already dead, and no one on the field could stop old man Mu Gu!

When old man Mu Gu flashed to the edge of the sword arena and swung his palm to take the life of the young man in white, he found that his palm was stuck in the mud after touching the sword arena and could not go deeper!
Suddenly, strange ripples appeared in the entire space, and the palm suddenly froze, as if it was a bug frozen in amber - time froze at this moment!
Old Man Mu Gu's brows twitched wildly: "What kind of power is this!"

He frowned and withdrew his hand, only to find that everything was back to normal. He went deeper into the sword arena and the same situation occurred again.

Everyone was confused, and Xiao Yan breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, the ancestor was safe.

"It's not the power of space..."

The shadow of Yao Lao's soul appeared in the outside world, stroking his beard with his big hand, as if thinking about something.

Mu Gu narrowed his eyes. Indeed, if it was the power of space, he should be able to sense it.

"Brother, what do you know?"

"Xiao Yan, do you still remember that Su Yun said that your ancestor entered the ruins a thousand years ago? In other words, he has been sitting here for a thousand years, but he still looks like a young man..."

Xiao Yan nodded: "Yes, the ancestor has been here for a thousand years."

Yao Lao sighed, "I understand now. The Emperor's inheritance is so vast that it's simply impossible for a Dou Zun to digest it. It will take an extremely long time... There's even a greater possibility that the heir will die before he can even receive the inheritance!

How could the Dou Emperor, who had put in so much thought and planning, not have thought of this? He had already made a backup plan!
It was the remaining power of the Sword Emperor that anchored time! It allowed him to sit here in meditation for a thousand years and inherit the legacy!

Freeze time, the Dou Di is so powerful, so terrifying!
Yao Lao stared at the sword altar and said softly, "See? There are ninety-nine ancient swords on the altar. Although they all have majestic sword energy, ninety-eight of them have become dim.

Only the blade of the ancient sword in front of him was still gleaming with golden light. Perhaps he would wake up soon..."

"But unfortunately, he is still immersed in the Emperor's inheritance."

Old Man Mu Gu had a ferocious look on his face and said, "If I can't kill him, I'll kill you first!"

"boom--!"

The violent black flames surged once more, the void twisting and trembling under the terrifying heat, emitting a wail of unbearable pressure. The air within a hundred feet was instantly evaporated, and the temperature rose rapidly!
A trace of cold sweat broke out on Xiao Yan's forehead.

Xiao Xun'er bit her teeth lightly and held the space jade slip tightly with her slender hands.

At this moment, a clear sound of sword arose.

“Clang, clang, clang—!!!”

(End of this chapter)