The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

Chapter 27: Patcher of the Sky

The Temple of Patching the Sky?

Before entering this hall, everyone had strong illusions.

Dugu Butian, that was the first under the heavens 20,000 years ago, and even the children of the Dugu family in the past, except for those aptitude soaring, all the children of extraordinary natural talents went to Void Realm, all Enter the Temple of Patching Heaven!

Here, in everyone's mind, it should be the Holy Land of a sword cultivator!

However, when the door was opened, the sword cultivator Holy Land in the eyes of the three was not the case at all!

"This?" Yan Wudi asked in surprise.

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

In the center of the great hall, at this moment, there are a thousand silhouettes sitting, all wearing white robes, and a silhouette around the center.

A thousand silhouettes are not living people, but extremely thin corpses, all with white hair and exhausted energy! Every corpse, even though there is no vitality, the eyes are still burning at the moment, and the eyes are firm.

Beside each corpse, there is a long sword inserted!

"Is that the Wanyou Sword? I was the last Palace Lord in the Three Swords Hall? I went to the Void Realm powerhouse and was recruited by the patriarch fifty years ago?" Yan Wudi pointed to a drained corpse in surprise. Tao.

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

Each sword is the former Legendary of the Dugu aristocratic family.

Beside a Divine Sword, there is only a dead body left.

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

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

The same is true for the white robed old man. The whole 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 and put them on your chest.

Looking from a distance, there is no sound, just like a corpse. But the old man's eyes were closed.

"That, but Dugu Butian?" Yan Chuan asked Xianghuang!

The emperor shook his head and said: "I don't know that Dugu Butian was not like this 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?

Mend the Temple of Heaven?

Dugu aristocratic family, the halls keep breaking into the sword tomb, just to enter the Butian Temple to get patriarch inheritance, but, in the Butian Temple, how could it be like this?

Yan Wudi couldn't help but take a step forward.

“weng! ”

The white long sword hanging high above the great hall suddenly bursts into a hundred times the rays of light, and the rays of light illuminates the entire great hall, and , A powerful sword intent toward the three people outside the hall.

The terrifying sword intent, the prosperous formidable power, seems to be able to cut everyone to pieces in an instant.

"weng!"

Yan Wudi suddenly shot a white light at the center of his eyebrows, and the white light rushed towards the white sword in the great hall. Suddenly, the hostility of the white sword suddenly dissipated.

A sword-shaped white light appeared in the center of Yan Wudi's forehead.

"Dugu Jian passed to me by my father? Is this the proof?" Yan Wudi stroked his eyebrows blankly.

The white sword hanging in the great hall instantly withdrew from the hostility, and quivered quickly.

"weng!"

The white sword trembled endlessly, and the naked eye could see rounds of white light waves directly at the old man's corpse in the center below.

"Weng!" The old man's hair trembled suddenly.