"Master, what is the existence of the God Realm?"

In a small pavilion on the top of a mountain with green grass and trees, there is a young man who looks only 13 or 14 years old. He has a handsome face and a naked upper body, revealing a strong body of muscles. His white hair flutters in the wind.

Sitting next to him is an old man with wrinkles on his face. He looks very sloppy. He wears straw sandals and holds a wine gourd. His clothes are full of patches, but he looks indifferent.

He took a sip from the wine gourd and said calmly, "Ling Fan, God is not insurmountable. You are still too weak now. Wait until you get the recognition of Lingtian Sword Tomb!"

Then he said, "And if you want to enter the God Realm, then your strength must reach the level of opening the gate of heaven. That is too far away. Even your master can't do it now."

Ling Fan retracted the sword and said calmly, "Master, don't worry. I am thinking about how to become stronger all the time. One day I will kill into the God Realm and avenge my Ling family!"

Fourteen years ago, the messenger of the God Realm came down to the human world, and he was high and mighty and bullied everywhere. The Ling family just contradicted the messenger of the God Realm with a word, and was slaughtered in a wave of his hand. Ling Fan was the only surviving baby of the Ling family. If it weren't for this sloppy old man who rescued him, he would probably not be what he is today.

And this old man is not ordinary. He is the master of Jian Jue Peak, Mo Jian, but he has passed the throne to his son a few days ago.

There are more than 50,000 disciples in the sect, and about 2,000 inner disciples. After all, the disciples who can enter the inner sect are not bad in qualifications, and Ling Fan is his only direct disciple. Almost everyone in the sect calls him the young master, after all, he is the direct disciple of the previous master.

It's not that they think so, but Mo Jian announced five years ago that the successor to the next master is Ling Fan, but Ling Fan refused decisively at that time, he didn't want to be the master.

And the current master has a son, he doesn't want to go in and snatch the position of the master, power is not attractive to him at all, and he doesn't want to get involved and cause trouble for himself.

At this time, a young man in white flew in from a distance. Although he looked a little nervous, he hurriedly said respectfully, "Greetings to the old master and the young master."

Mo Jian put down the wine gourd and asked with some doubts, "Is there something wrong with the sect?" After all, he said that no disciples were allowed to come here unless it was an emergency.

The disciple hurriedly replied respectfully, "Old Sect Master, there is something unusual happening in the Sword Tomb. Just now, an amazing sword energy gushed out from the Sword Tomb, and at the same time, a woman's light laughter came from inside. The Sect Master asked the disciple to come and ask you to go back."

Hearing this, Mo Jian reached out and patted Ling Fan's shoulder. Like a gust of wind, the two figures disappeared directly in the small pavilion. The disciple was stunned for a moment, and looked back in the direction of the sect with some surprise, but saw nothing.

Jian Jue Peak

Lingtian Sword Tomb is the most important place in the sect. The sect masters of all generations almost have to guard the Sword Tomb and wait for the appearance of the destined person. However, over the past two thousand years, the sect has replaced countless disciples, even the sect masters, but no one has been recognized by the Sword Tomb.

Until Ling Fan appeared, he was still a baby. Just as he arrived at Jian Jue Peak, Lingtian Sword Tomb gushed out amazing sword light, all of which gathered on the newly born Ling Fan, as if recognizing him.

Mo Nan, the leader of Jian Jue Peak, looked up and saw Ling Fan and Mo Jian floating in the air. He was delighted and flew up in a hurry.

Before he could say anything, Mo Jian said solemnly, "It seems that the Taixu Sword is about to be prepared."

Mo Nan also looked at the sword tomb and said in a deep voice, "Father, what kind of divine weapon is the Taixu Sword? With my cultivation, I felt a tremor in my heart before I even saw the sword body, as if it was a sense of oppression from my heart!"

As the leader of the sect, he actually didn't know about the Lingtian Sword Tomb. He only knew that it was his duty to protect this place.

Mo Jian suddenly sighed and said, "What is coming is coming, Mo Nan, prepare to meet the enemy!"

With just one sentence, everyone present was stunned. Some didn't understand what the old leader meant. Ling Fan was also a little confused about the situation. He didn't feel that there were intruders in the sect, but where did the excuse of meeting the enemy come from?

"Haha... Mo Jian, we haven't seen each other for more than 30 years, right? Your cultivation is still stagnant!"

A strange middle-aged man's voice came from all directions, and people couldn't tell which direction it came from.

Ling Fan stared at the left side, and he felt a suffocating Yuanling wave approaching quickly. Mo Jian's face sank and said, "Ling Fan, go into Lingtian Sword Tomb immediately and don't come out. Once you get Taixu Sword, escape from the secret passage of the Sword Tomb immediately and don't look back!"

However, before he could say a word, Mo Jian gently pushed him into the Sword Tomb with a palm. The outer periphery of Lingtian Sword Tomb was surrounded by white mist, and it was pitch dark. It was impossible to see the surrounding situation clearly, but the surrounding sword energy was crisscrossed, but it did not cause any harm to anyone.

"Master!"

At this time, how could Ling Fan be in the mood to subdue Taixu Sword? He could feel that there was definitely more than one person coming just now, at least four or five people, each of them was murderous, and it seemed that they came for Taixu Sword.

Mo Nan immediately ordered, "All disciples, listen up, set up the formation!" Tens of thousands of disciples shouted in unison, "Yes!"

The entire Jian Jue Peak was like a swarm of locusts, with countless figures flying up from below, and at the same time, four figures flew over without fear.

Two white-haired middle-aged men, one with a wrinkled left face like an eighty-year-old man, and the other with a wrinkled right face. Both of them held a strange black and white ruler in their hands, emitting amazing spiritual fluctuations.

What's even more weird is that these two people look exactly the same. If it weren't for the different positions of the wrinkles on their faces, it would be really difficult to tell them apart.