The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Patch the Temple?

Before entering this hall, everyone had strong illusions.

Dugu patching the sky, that was the first person in the world 20,000 years ago, and even the children of the Dugu family in the past, except for those who have soared with ordinary qualifications, all the children with extraordinary talents reached the upper virtual realm and all entered the patching palace!

Here, in everyone's mind, it should be a holy place for sword repair!

However, as soon as the door was opened, the Swordsmanship Holy Land in the eyes of the three of them was nothing like that!

"This?" Yan Wudi asked in surprise.

The center of the hall was extremely bright, not a night pearl, but a white long sword hanging in the center of the hall. The white long sword emits a soft white light, illuminating the center of the hall.

In the center of the hall, at this moment, there are a thousand figures sitting, all wearing white robes, surrounding a figure in the center.

A thousand figures, not a living person, but a very skinny corpse, all with white hair and exhausted energy! Every corpse, even though it has no vitality, still has a burning look in its eyes, showing a firm look.

Beside each corpse, there is a long sword inserted!

"Is that the Wanyou Sword? I was the last lord of the Three Swords Hall? The Supreme Void Realm powerhouse, was recruited by the Patriarch 50 years ago?" Yan Wudi pointed to a drained corpse and asked in surprise.

"That's the Jie Shijian, that's the Extinguishing Heart Sword, that's...!" Yan Wudi kept talking.

Every sword is a legend of the Dugu Family.

Beside a divine sword, only a dead body was left.

"Everyone is dead? Everyone is dead? How could this be?" Yan Wudi asked in surprise.

A thousand corpses surrounded another white-robed old man in the center.

The same goes for the white-robed old man, all his body is thin and only bones are left, his hair is dry and pale, and his fingers are like branches. Put your hands together like dead branches, clenched fists on the chest.

From a distance, there was no sound, just like a corpse. But the old man's eyes were closed.

"That, but the lone lone to fill the sky?" Yan Chuan asked Xianghuang!

The emperor shook his head and said: "I don't know that it was not like Dugu Mending the sky back then. In this way, all energy, essence, and even soul were consumed. What happened?"

Yan Wudi looked at this scene in surprise, a thousand corpses?

Patch the Temple?

The Dugu Family, the halls kept breaking into the Sword Tomb, just to enter the Temple of Patching Heaven to get the inheritance of the Patriarch, but how could it be like this in the Temple of Patching Heaven?

Yan Wudi couldn't help taking a step forward.

"Om!"

The white long sword hanging high above the main hall suddenly burst out with a hundredfold light, and the light burst into the whole hall, and a powerful sword intent aimed at the three people outside the hall.

The terrifying sword intent, the mighty power, seemed to be able to cut everyone to pieces in an instant.

"Om!"

A white light suddenly shot out from the center of Yan Wudi's eyebrows, and the white light rushed towards the white sword in the hall. Suddenly, the hostility of the white sword suddenly dissipated.

A sword-shaped white light appeared between Yan Wudi's eyebrows.

"The Dugu Sword that my father passed to me? Is this the proof?" Yan Wudi stroked his eyebrows blankly.

The white sword hanging in the main hall instantly withdrew its hostility, and it trembled quickly.

"Om!"

The white sword trembled endlessly, and rounds of white light waves visible to the naked eye directed straight at the old man's corpse in the center below.

"Om!" The old man's long hair trembled suddenly.

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