Maximum level of comprehension: guarding the treasury for twenty years

"The current prince, Zhou Xingchen, pays homage to our ancestors."

A young man wearing a gold-plated Qianlong robe respectfully saluted Zhou Xixiang, the ancestor of the royal family.

"No need to be polite, you little baby, what are you doing here?"

Zhou Xixiang stretched out his dry palm and lifted it in the air.

Zhou Xingchen actually felt that there was an invisible force that made it difficult for him to bow down.

You are worthy of being my royal hidden powerhouse.

Zhou Xingchen's heart trembled, and his attitude became more respectful: "To inform my ancestors, my father has recently seen my success in cultivation and granted me permission to enter the sword pond of the ancestral temple and take a spiritual sword by my side."

With that said, he took out the emperor's imperial edict and handed it to Zhou Xixiang.

"Get the sword?"

The royal ancestor raised his brows slightly and said calmly: "If that's the case, then go ahead."

“It’s just that I need to remind you.

The Sword Pool Spirit Sword has its own arrogance. If you want to take it away, you need to see if you are capable enough to make the Spirit Sword willing to recognize you as its master.

Otherwise, it will only be in vain. "

Zhou Xixiang glanced at Zhou Yi beside him and said, "Take him there."

After saying this, the ancestor's figure slowly dispersed.

When the ancestor's figure disappeared, only Zhou Yi and Zhou Xingchen were left in front of the ancestral temple.

"Brother Imperial, how have you been during your time guarding the ancestral temple?"

Zhou Xingchen looked at Zhou Yi who was losing power and said with a smile.

Since childhood, Zhou Xingchen has lived in the shadow of Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi is the eldest son of the royal family, and his biological mother is the late empress.

Zhou Xingchen was a concubine, the product of a one-night romance between the Dragon Emperor and his maid.

In terms of cultivation, Zhou Xingchen is extremely talented and can be regarded as one of the best among the princes.

But compared with Zhouyi, it can only be overshadowed.

Became the prince and obtained the qualification to practice in Lingtian Sect.

The favor Zhou Yi received once made Zhou Xingchen crazy with jealousy.

Now, seeing Zhou Yi fall out of favor, he became the new prince.

Zhou Xingchen felt quite proud in front of him.

He opened his eyes wide, wanting to see Zhou Yi's embarrassment and uneasiness.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed.

Zhou Yi looked calm and seemed to have no emotion at all. He just shrugged and said, "Not bad."

He could naturally guess Zhou Xingchen's thoughts.

If it were Zhou Yi who had not awakened his full level of understanding before and had a hopeless future, he might really feel a little embarrassed in front of him.

But at this moment... Zhou Yi had no intention of paying attention to his little thoughts.

"Huh, you've ended up in this situation and you're still pretending like nothing happened."

Zhou Xingchen was secretly annoyed.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the sword pool."

Zhou Yi didn't talk nonsense to him and walked away.

Zhou Xingchen had no choice but to follow behind him, following suit.

Soon, the two came to the sword pool.

"No, this is the sword pool that contains my famous Tianlong sword."

Zhou Yi pointed and said: "If you want to take the sword, you must sincerely ask for it. If the spirit sword is willing to leave with you, it will respond."

Zhou Xingchen nodded slightly.

As the new crown prince, he also knew that the spiritual sword in the Taimiao sword pool needed to be surrendered by himself.

"I am Prince Tianlong, Zhou Xingchen."

He waved his sleeves, took a deep breath and said, "Fellow spirit swordsmen, are you willing to leave the sword pool and help the practitioners in this palace?"

The sound echoed in the sword pond for a long time.

There were hundreds of famous swords in the sword pool, but there was no movement.

It seemed that everyone looked down upon the Prince of the East Palace and did not want to be his destined spiritual soldier.

This is also normal.

After all, the spiritual swords in the sword pool were all left by famous officials and heroes of the past dynasties.

Once upon a time, it was difficult to find a way out of the sea, if no true hero was born.

A famous sword will not recognize its owner easily.

Zhou Xingchen looked a little ugly when he saw that there was no movement in the sword pool.

His father gave him an imperial edict and ordered him to take the sword.

This is both a grace and a test.

Test whether he has the ability to become a prince.

If he were to pick up a sword today, there would be no spiritual sword worthy of him.

That father... I'm afraid he will be disappointed.

Never return without success!

"If you can become my sword, I will order servants to protect you every day.

Let me keep my edge forever, and even be promoted to a higher level! "

He spoke again, hoping that a famous sword would come out of the pool.

But...the many spiritual swords remained motionless.

"Qiang!"

Zhou Yi saw that Zhou Xingchen had not been recognized by the Spirit Sword for a long time.

He pulled out a red spiritual sword directly from the sword pool and turned around to leave.

He wanted to take this sword to Yunmeng River to clean it, and to understand the true meaning of swordsmanship on it. He didn't have time to waste it here with him.

...........

"Crash!"

Zhou Yi held the hilt of the sword in his hand and covered the sword body with the stream water.

As he rubbed it with his palm, a ray of light slowly emerged from the red spirit sword.

"It's done!"

"I'm done!"

In front of the cliff where the sea of ​​clouds rolled, an old man with white hair and beard looked excited. "After practicing hard for more than two hundred years, I... finally realized the supreme realm of the true meaning of swordsmanship and the secret knowledge of Ten Thousand Swords Gui Sect!"

He burst into tears, then turned around and sighed quietly: "It's a pity...two hundred years have dried up my longevity."

"I'm afraid I won't have a chance to show this supreme sword move in front of all living beings."

He is already very old, and if it were not for his determination, he would never forget this last exquisite sword move.

I'm afraid he has already died and returned to the ruins.

At this moment, I suddenly realized that Wan Jian had returned to his clan, and the last trace of obsession in his heart also dissipated.

He has run out of fuel and is about to die.

"If you hear the truth in the morning, you may die in the evening."

"My body is mortal, but in the Heavenly Sword Realm, you must not return to ruins with me."

He cut his palm open, and the blood flowed out, pouring all the supreme true meaning of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Clan into the Chixiao sword that had been with him for more than two hundred years.

"Younger generation... take a look, is this sword strike of mine shocking to the world?"

...........

In Zhou Yi's eyes, a peerless swordsman, holding the Red Sky Sword, faced the sky.

"Boom!"

The purple energy comes thirty thousand miles from the east, and the sword energy soars into the sky!

The sea of ​​clouds was cut open, as if even the sky had been smashed into a big hole by this sword.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Within a radius of thousands of miles, countless swords turned into a sea of ​​swords and suddenly came in, covering the sky and the sun.

"In the Tianlong Dynasty, during the Jinghuan period, where did the current sword god stay?"

Zhou Yi murmured.

From the previous information transmitted from the Chixiao Sword, Zhou Yi not only realized the unparalleled sword code left by the old sword god.

At the same time, his identity was also known.

"Ten thousand swords return to the clan..." Zhou Yi slowly closed his eyes, digesting the shocking sword strike of the old sword god just now: "It's true, it's so wonderful!"

Before his death, the old sword god still hoped that the realm of swordsmanship he had understood could be passed down to the world.

It's a pity that for hundreds of years, those who have come into contact with the Red Sky Sword are all mediocre people.

If it weren't for the appearance of Zhou Yi, a person with full comprehension level, He Su's Ten Thousand Swords would probably be in the dust forever.

"call!"

He exhaled a breath, and Zhou Yi felt at this moment that his understanding of the way of swordsmanship had reached the edge of the pass.

With the practice of Wanjian Guizong just now, he broke the bottleneck.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"

The breeze has not yet come out, but the stream has begun to wrinkle.

What affects the surface of the lake is the Book of Changes.

Small sword auras suddenly appeared all over his body, lingering around him.

........

On the other end, Sword Pond.

"I sincerely ask you all to come out with your spiritual swords to help me conquer the world!"

Zhou Xingchen was still pleading, hoping that a spiritual sword could blind him and recognize him as his master.

However, many spirit swords in the sword pool did not buy it at all.

"Can't... just leave like this!"

Zhou Xingchen gradually became anxious: "If you don't respond, I will come and choose it myself!"

After several trials, he already knew that even if he shouted for the rest of his life, the spirit sword would not pay attention to him.

If you want to take the sword, you can only use force!

"Tap, tap, tap!"

Zhou Xingchen suddenly crossed the thunder pool and wanted to take the sword.

But at this moment - "Qing!"

Hundreds of spiritual swords moved in unison, emitting a monstrous sword roar.

The next moment - the terrifying Sword Intent condensed by many spiritual swords struck at Zhou Xingchen at the same time.

It seemed that he wanted to teach this unruly guy a lesson.

"not good!"

Zhou Xingchen's pupils shrank, and his heart was horrified.

The sword energy gathered by the spirit sword was extremely terrifying. Even if he had the strength of the Origin Core Realm, he would definitely be seriously injured if he was struck.

"well........"

Just when the sword energy was about to fall on him, a sigh sounded.

The sword energy, which was like thunder, disappeared immediately.

The owner of this sigh...is the royal ancestor, Zhou Xixiang.

He has been observing the new prince.

He doesn't look like a human being.

Zhou Xixiang shook his head and sighed, feeling that the younger members of the royal family were becoming worse than the previous generation.

At this moment... "Boom!"

Jianchi, who had just been frightened by his momentum and calmed down, became restless again.

It seemed like he was stimulated by something.

Countless famous swords roared and screamed, eventually turning into streams of light and flying away from the sword pool one after another.

"Huh." The ancestor looked startled, and his consciousness suddenly covered the entire Ancestral Temple.

Soon, he saw countless spiritual swords gathered in front of Zhou Yi in Yunmeng River.

"He is a good seedling... If Qi Sea is not deposed, he will definitely be the leader of the resurgence of our dynasty in the future."

This scene made the ancestor sigh.