Chapter 1872 One Hundred Thousand Divine Swords Township Sky

The jungles, medicinal gardens, and mountain peaks around the holy city all looked withered and bleak, with little vitality.

Especially the Spirit Beast Garden in the east, where many rare and rare spirit beasts were raised, not only flocks of spirit cranes, but also galloping celestial horses.

But now, in the huge spirit beast garden, there are not many spirit beasts to be seen.

The gates and walls of the zoo were in dilapidated condition, fragments of bricks and stones were scattered everywhere, and the ground was also full of potholes.

The medicine garden on the west side of the holy city is not much better.

The large formation protecting the medicine garden has disappeared, only a few scattered small formations are still shining faintly.

Most of the flower beds and medicine fields have turned into gray-brown wasteland, and there are many potholes and gullies on the ground.

Only the innermost medicine gardens were still planted with some medicinal herbs and spiritual flowers.

All in all, Ji Tianxing stood on the top of the mountain and looked around, all he saw was decay and withering.

He couldn't believe that this gloomy, dilapidated and gloomy holy city was the holy place of martial arts and the fairyland outside the world that he opened up back then.

Zhibai and Shouhei have been standing behind Ji Tianxing, deeply feeling his emotional changes.

The two felt a little heavy, and explained with gloomy faces: "Master, Tianzhu Mountain was never like this before. It was a top martial arts holy place thousands of years ago!"

"It's just that in the past thousand years, many forces have secretly dealt with us, and the power of our sect has continued to weaken, and it has become what it is today..."

Those who know the white and keep the black know that the current situation of Tianzhu Mountain is really worrying, and it has reached a precarious situation.

The two of them are absolutely loyal to Tianzhu Mountain, so naturally they will not dislike them, let alone have a different heart.

However, some unsteady disciples in the sect have already started to flee.

Therefore, when they saw Ji Tianxing's serious face, they worried that Ji Tianxing would dislike the decline of Tianzhu Mountain.

Ji Tianxing didn't speak, and flew the black dragon over the jungle and landed in the holy city.

The layout of the holy city is rather peculiar, the overall shape is circular, and it is located on the top of a mountain.

The outer ring is thirty-six ancient houses, and the inner ring is eighteen majestic palaces.

In the middle of the holy city is a dojo with a radius of a hundred miles, surrounded by many palaces and houses.

The huge dojo is paved with dozens of kinds of stones, all of which are spiritual stones and gemstones with extraordinary functions.

The ground is dark blue as a whole, engraved with large formation lines and patterns.

This large formation with a radius of hundreds of miles was created by the Sword God, and it is called the Great Formation of the Sky.

The sky formation is not only the core of Tianzhu Mountain, but also has 81 kinds of changes, which can be transformed into various formations with extraordinary effects.

In the middle of the dojo, stands a black stone monument as high as a thousand feet, like a giant sword that stands up to the sky.

Undoubtedly, that majestic black sword stele was cast on the prototype of the Burying Heaven Sword, and it was also the totem of Tianzhu Mountain.

Under the huge sword stele, there is a pedestal with a radius of one hundred feet, on which many patterns and seal characters are engraved.

The lines of vigorous and powerful characters were also written by the sword god, and they wrote about the righteousness of the sword and the gate rules of Tianzhu Mountain.

After thousands of years, the black sword stele is still intact, adding a bit of vicissitudes and simplicity.

The black dragon landed on the dojo, Ji Tianxing looked at the sword tablet, and after a few glances, his eyes eased a lot.

No matter how declining Tianzhu Mountain is, no matter how unsatisfactory the disciples are.

At least the dojo and the sword stele have been preserved, which is considered a blessing in misfortune.

Ji Tianxing stood under the sword stele, staring at the base with complicated eyes, checking the patterns and words on the black stone wall.

That line of dragon-flying and phoenix-dancing, vigorous and fierce characters exudes unparalleled domineering and sword intent.

Even after a thousand years, those ancient characters still seem to come alive, making people dare not look directly at them, and feel awe in their hearts.

"If you are a teacher, don't hide your selfishness, and if you are a disciple, you will not hesitate to die, so that you can have a long history!"

This sentence came from the mouth of the sword god, written before the gate rules of Tianzhu Mountain, which is the general outline of the thirty-six gate rules.

Thousands of years ago, the martial artists and disciples of Tianzhu Mountain always kept this sentence in mind and engraved it in their hearts.

Therefore, Tianzhu Mountain thousands of years ago, with its majestic rainbow and coercion, is known as the world's largest.

Ji Tianxing silently recited the general outline of the family rules, his eyes gradually moved up, and he followed the sword tablet to look at the sky, and suddenly he raised his head and laughed.

"Hahahaha... the endless rivers and rivers pass by, the waves wipe out the heroes, and success or failure turns heads!

The holy mountain is still there, and the sunset is red several times.

The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze, and meet again with a pot of turbid wine.

So many things in ancient and modern times are all talked and laughed! "

Ji Tianxing opened his arms and laughed wildly, his tone contained a strong sense of desolation and freedom.

Heilong, Zhibai, and Shouhei looked at his back with complicated expressions, feeling the endless desolation, and their hearts became very heavy.

Zang Tian also flew out of Ji Tianxing's body, turned into a black streamer, and got into the huge sword tablet with a 'swoosh'.

Immediately, the thousand-foot-tall ancient sword stele seemed to come to life, bursting out with a dazzling cold light, and emitting a sword cry that pierced the sky.

Ji Tianxing waved his sleeves, stood proudly under the sword stele against the wind, with fluttering long hair, and shouted solemnly: "The vicissitudes of life are changing, the stars are changing!

The former glory is gone, and I am also reincarnated!

Three thousand disciples secure the world, and one hundred thousand divine swords control the sky! "

As the mighty sound spread, an invisible aura that was mighty and overbearing swept out like a gust of wind, sweeping across the entire dojo.

The ten thousand zhang-high Tianzhu Mountain seemed to have a soul, obeying his orders and submitting to his coercion, it even shook three times!

At this time, a white-haired Taoist priest wearing an apricot-yellow Taoist robe and holding a golden dust whisk was rushing over from not far away with several old men in purple robes.

As soon as everyone stepped into the dojo, they saw Ji Tianxing, Heilong and Zhibai Shouhei, and heard Ji Tianxing's desolate laughter.

Especially the last few high-pitched words are even more thunderous and deafening.

The white-haired Taoist suddenly froze, his feet froze in place, and an extremely shocked expression appeared on his old face.

His eyes were wide open, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world, and his whole body trembled with excitement.

"Master... Master?!"

The white-haired Taoist's beard trembled with excitement, and he muttered to himself, his old eyes turned red, and their eye sockets became moist.

As soon as his legs were weak, he almost knelt down to salute.

Several old men in purple robes didn't know what was going on, they only saw the drastic change in the expression of the white-haired Taoist, and they didn't know what was going on.

One of the elders stared angrily at Ji Tianxing under the sword stele, and shouted in a majestic tone: "Who is making noise here! How dare you be rude to our holy sword!!"

As soon as the words fell, the white-haired Taoist turned his head abruptly, stared at him sharply, and shouted angrily: "You bastard! Shut up, old man!"

Several purple-robed elders were dumbfounded, they all looked at each other, and looked at the white-haired Taoist with puzzled faces.