Poof!
The empty flying sword is connected with Xiao Changfeng''s mind.
When the void flying sword was blown away, Xiao Changfeng was also swallowed and vomited a mouthful of blood.
What''s going on?
Where''s the finger?
This finger is so strong that it can defeat the flying sword!
"Look, the lines on the Dragon cutting platform are bright!"
The abrupt changes on the Dragon chopping platform also surprised everyone.
At this time, someone cried out in surprise, and everyone looked at him.
I saw the Dragon chopping platform.
Originally those mysterious veins that were not very clear.
It turned on quickly as if it had been ignited by a fire line.
A layer of light red aura emerged on the Dragon chopping platform.
This aura seems to have passed through tens of thousands of years.
It''s like being silent for tens of thousands of years and waking up today.
"Aren''t these the veins left by the saints of the northern Tang Dynasty?"
The demon was stunned, and there was a strong sense of surprise in her beautiful eyes.
The legend of the Dragon chopping platform has been around for a long time.
These veins left on the Dragon cutting platform.
It is considered to be the trace of the saints of the northern Tang Dynasty.
However, some people believe that this statement, some people do not agree.
After all, the saints of the northern Tang Dynasty, that was 30000 years ago.
And for 30000 years.
This dragon cutting platform has always existed. I don''t know how much wind and rain has changed during this period.
How could it leave traces of saints in the northern Tang Dynasty.
But today.
This doubt is obviously going to be broken.
"This is the real power of saints!"
Father Xie Yun stared at the Dragon chopping platform.
He is a powerful man.
Can take the lead in sensing the power of saints who have been dusty for thousands of years.
Although very weak.
But it is the real power of saints.
"What happened?"
At the moment, high above the sky, hongdaoyuan and fenglingbei wait.
He was also surprised and looked sideways.
Shua!
this moment.
On the Dragon chopping platform.
Those bright veins gradually condense.
Finally, the light red light condensed into a figure on the Dragon cutting platform.
This is a middle-aged man in a fire red robe.
The man stood with his hands down and hunted in robes.
A long hair moves with the wind.
His face was elegant, but there was a murderous spirit.
It''s like a Confucian general on the battlefield.
At this time, the man''s whole body is gathered by the light red aura.
Although not a real creature.
But it makes no one dare to ignore it.
obviously.
Just now, I lost the flying sword and saved the son of a hundred poisons.
That''s the man.
But who the hell is he?
Is it a man or a ghost?
However, at this time, Baidu Shengzi saw the middle-aged man, but his pupils contracted.
Then he knelt down on his knees with excitement.
"Disciples of the northern Tang clan, pay homage to their ancestors!"
The son of 100 poisons put his hands forward and his head on the ground.
This ceremony is very solemn.
meanwhile.
High altitude wind Lingbei and Xu Mohe et al.
It was also a flash of inspiration in my brain. I guessed the identity of the middle-aged man.
Immediately knelt down and worshipped.
"Disciples of the northern Tang clan, pay homage to their ancestors!"
The rest of the disciples of the northern Tang clan, although they knew later.
But I soon remembered.
Equally excited, kneel down and worship.
In front of the Mountain Gate of the northern Tang sect.
There is a statue 100 meters high.
This statue is a symbol of the northern Tang clan.
It is also the memorial ceremony of the northern Tang clan.
And the middle-aged man in front of him.
Just like the statue.
Plus the legend of the Dragon cutting platform.
As long as they are disciples of the northern Tang sect.
I can''t guess the identity of the middle-aged man.
"Northern Tang sage?"
Hong Daoyuan and tie rujun also open their mouths, like seeing ghosts.
you ''re right.
This name, condensed by the light red light, is the founder saint of the northern Tang sect.
Northern Tang sage!
For a moment, there was an uproar!
"Isn''t the sage of the northern Tang Dynasty a figure 30000 years ago? How did he appear here? Didn''t he die? But it''s impossible. Even if he becomes a Heavenly God, he can''t live so long!"
Countless people were shocked.
All eyes focused on the saints of the northern Tang Dynasty.
This is a character who only exists in history and legend.
No one expected to see it with his own eyes.
This is really great news!
"No, this is not a real saint of the northern Tang Dynasty."
The old ancestor of evil cloud shook his head slightly and saw the truth.
"The saint of the northern Tang dynasty fell down 30000 years ago. The one in front of us is only a trace of holy grain left by the saint of the northern Tang Dynasty who became a saint here."
"I''m afraid it''s for some special reason, so I was awakened and showed up."
The true sage of the northern Tang Dynasty has naturally fallen.
But the power of saints is beyond imagination.
Thirty thousand years ago, he cut the Dragon here and became a saint.
Left a holy stripe.
Although future generations come here occasionally, they can''t attract them after all.
This time.
Xiao Changfeng fought with the son of poison.
I don''t know what conditions are triggered.
This thread of holy grain left by the saints of the northern Tang Dynasty woke up.
So he saved the life of the hundred poison saint.
All this is ridiculous.
But it really happened in front of everyone.
"Although it''s just a thread of holy grain, this dragon cutting platform is, after all, his holy place. No one can predict what strength he can exert at this time."
Father Xie Yun''s face was dignified and his mind was trembling.
Even he could not imagine such an accident in this engagement.
At this time, Xiao Changfeng wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth.
Qinglong immortal body is rapidly recovering from the injury.
The empty flying sword was swallowed by him again.
Just now, the sage of the northern Tang Dynasty pointed to the empty flying sword.
Although it will not be scrapped.
But in a short time.
Xiao Changfeng can no longer use it.
"I''m a disciple of the northern Tang clan. Have I been reduced to this place now?"
The sage of the northern Tang Dynasty stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the son of a hundred poisons.
The faint voice sounded, but it made the hundred poison saint''s heart ashamed.
"I''m ashamed of my father."
The son of poison speaks respectfully.
Although he was cruel and cruel, he had a high recognition of the northern Tang clan.
Facing the saints of the northern Tang Dynasty, I dare not have the slightest disrespect.
"After all, it''s my disciple of the northern Tang clan. I''ll talk about all my mistakes later!"
The sage of the northern Tang Dynasty spoke again.
The tone was neither sad nor happy, but it made the son of Baidu a little relieved.
And now.
The vision of the sage of the northern Tang dynasty fell on Xiao Changfeng.
"No matter who you are, it''s a great sin to dare to hurt our disciples of the northern Tang clan. Don''t kneel down and confess your guilt quickly. Let me take away your Dantian as an example!"
The voice of the saints in the northern Tang Dynasty was indifferent, and their words made people feel numb.
He didn''t care.
Xiao Changfeng was found guilty.
Ask Xiao Changfeng to kneel down and make atonement.
More to the Dantian?
This is simply unreasonable, there is no justice at all.
However, at this time, although he was just a thread of holy grain, he was proud of the whole audience.
His strength can be seen from the fact that he lost his flying sword just now.
Although he is not a real saint, he also has the power of a saint.
Far from being the enemy of all.
This moment.
Xiao Changfeng is watched by the sage. If he is stuck in a dead situation, it is difficult to survive.
Everyone thought Xiao Changfeng could only kneel down and plead guilty.
However, Xiao Changfeng''s next sentence.
But it caused an uproar.
"How dare you dare to be cruel in front of me?"