Chapter 1875 (1/2)

A moment later, the sword tablet recovered its invisible prestige.

The three elders were relieved and relieved.

After the incident just now, their anger dissipated, and they were filled with awe and doubt.

After looking at each other, Nie Tianchen got up first and took the two elders to the conference hall.

In the north of Daochang, there is an ancient bronze palace, which covers an area of thousands of feet.

The top of the palace is covered with golden glazed tiles, which were once shining with gold, but now they are grey and dim.

This ancient bronze hall is the most powerful palace in Tianzhu Mountain, named Tianzhu palace.

More than a thousand years ago, the main hall was the place where the clan discussed affairs, and the backyard was the ancestral palace of the sword God.

Today's Tianzhu palace has long lost its sanctity.

The steps and stone pillars in front of the main hall are also covered with mottled lines of vicissitudes.

When the three elders entered the hall, they saw Taoist Huanglong and Zhibai shouhei standing in the middle of the hall, a respectful gesture.

Four elders Fengping and five elders Langjing, standing in the corner of the hall, quietly observing.

Ji Tianxing stood in the first place, looking at the high platform, bronze throne and stone wall in silence.

The broad bronze throne on the ten Zhang high platform has not been seated for more than a thousand years.

It's the sword God's exclusive throne.

Since he left, Taoist Huanglong has never sat down.

On weekdays, Taoist Huanglong only dares to sit on the top of the left.

In his mind, the master sword God is always supreme.

At this time, Ji Tianxing went back to his old place and stood in front of the bronze throne, looking up at the stone wall behind the throne.

There is a picture carved on the stone wall, two lines of large characters with iron painting and silver hook.

In the painting is a young man, isolated cloud top, left hand pointing to the sky, right hand holding sword pointing to the ground, elegant demeanor, sacred and dignified.

Although the mural is not very clear, it can still be seen that this young man is quite similar to him.

He reached out and stroked the bronze throne, walked slowly around it.

On the right side of the throne, there is a bronze stone platform with a dark blue cane on it.

Even after a thousand years, the three foot long cane still contains great vitality, and the skin is still fresh, and even there are signs of germination.

This rattan is not an ordinary thing. It is an old vine that he picked in Changsheng sea, named Changsheng vine.

More than a thousand years ago, when he taught his disciples, he never used the burial sword. Instead, he used Ivy instead of holy sword to demonstrate the profound meaning of sword technique.

In addition, ivy has another effect, that is Punish the disciples.

Anyone who violates the rules of the gate or is punished for other reasons will be punished with ivy.

The ivy on the body, painful, impressive, but not leaving a scar.

It contains the power of longevity, which can cure thousands of injuries and pains.

Not only the Huanglong Taoist priest has been beaten by the Changsheng vine, but also the White Dragon God King and the chess Saint Xie Wudao.

Ji Tianxing reached out and took the ivy and rubbed it with his palm.

Ivy also has intelligence, sensing his breath, even lit up the dense blue light.

Just a few breaths, on the dark green skin of the cane, two tiny shoots were sent out!

Seeing this scene, Taoist Huanglong was more excited, and his eyes were filled with bright light.

Nie Tianchen and the two elders also saw this magical scene, and suddenly their faces changed dramatically, and they whispered in secret.

”He He even picked up the ivy and let it sprout