Heroic Spirit: All My Past Lives Were Summoned By My Daughter

Chapter 85 Leaving the Sky Monument and Walking on the Ghost Mountain

Tianbi Peak.

 Hundreds of miles in radius, there are natural restrictions.

Ever since Shen Changqing stepped in fifty years ago, Tianbei Peak has been completely sealed off by the power of the Heavenly Monument Guardians.

Not only is it forbidden for living creatures to enter, but even the Supreme Being cannot get even half a step closer.

At this moment, the sky monument that reaches the top of the sky suddenly experiences distortions in space.

 A figure stepped forward slowly, it was Shen Changqing.

His face has a slight sense of vicissitudes of life, and no longer has the delicateness and tenderness of youth.

The whole body outside the body is surrounded by a powerful aura that people cannot look directly at.

Looking back suddenly, Shen Changqing saw a golden title slowly appearing on the sky monument.

Other than that, he did not see the names of the other nine geniuses.

 “It’s time to go home.”

 He turned around silently and walked towards the Xuanyuan Ancient Clan.

The moment he stepped forward, his figure disappeared.

 …

 Two hours later, he traveled thousands of miles and returned to the back garden of Xuanyuan Hall.

Xuanyuan Taihua, who was taking a rest with his eyes closed, suddenly felt something and opened his eyes with a look of surprise.

 “Hen’er?”

Shen Changqing smiled.

 “Dad, I’m back.”

Xuanyuan Taihua rubbed his eyes in disbelief after confirming that the person in front of him was Shen Changqing.

Instantly, tears of excitement filled his eyes. He walked forward tremblingly, hugged Shen Changqing into his arms, and patted his back hard.

Having not seen each other for fifty years, Shen Changqing also saw the strands of white hair growing between Xuanyuan Taihua’s temples.

"What kind of fortune did you get in the heavenly monument? Why did you come out so fast?"

Xuanyuan Taihua quickly asked, it is very common for ordinary heavenly monuments to take a hundred years or more to realize the Tao.

“I don’t have much luck, but it’s enough. The main reason I came back this time is to see you two elders.”

Shen Changqing responded with a smile, there is a rule in the sky monument.

 That is, no matter how much good fortune a person obtains, he will only be awarded the title of Martial Saint, which is the greatest opportunity.

He looked outside the courtyard and saw that his mother Nangong Yu had already heard the news and rushed over.

 “Hen’er!”

Nangong Yu’s voice was trembling and choked.

Shen Changqing looked at the two elders with a little tenderness in his eyes, which strengthened his inner thoughts.

“Mom, I want to try the sweet-scented osmanthus cake you made again.”

Nangong Yu covered her face and cried, and nodded repeatedly after hearing Shen Changqing's words.

"Mom, I will make it for you with my own hands. It will be ready soon."

 Not long after, the preparations for the Manchu and Han banquet were completed, and there were also freshly baked sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.

The last time Shen Changqing had such a joyful family dinner was when Shen Changqing was only five years old.

After so many years, the Xuanyuan Ancient Clan has relied on its power in Shuzhou, and no one has shed blood or sacrificed.

If this continues, my parents will be able to live a good life and enjoy their old age until the end of their lives.

  But the fact is that in the past years.

With the outbreak of chaos in Wufang Ghost Mountain, rivers of blood flowed into Shuzhou and countless people died.

 As a giant of the ancient Shuzhou clan, the Xuanyuan family will not back down in any way.

Shen Changqing understands this truth. If he wants his parents to live well, then he needs to do something.

 So today’s reunion is probably the last time.

 After the dinner, Shen Changqing stood up, raised his hands to Xuanyuan Taihua and Nangong Yu, and bowed deeply.

“Dad, Mom, when I come back today, I actually came to say goodbye to my two elders.”

After saying this, Xuanyuan Taihua and Nangong Yu looked at each other in confusion.

"Hen'er, where are you going when you just came back?" Shen Changqing smiled slightly, fluttered his sleeves and turned towards the horizon.

 “Here we go, ghost mountains in five directions.”

 …

Shen Changqing left, leaving the ancient Xuanyuan clan that gave birth to and raised him.

 He continued to travel thousands of miles, and after several months, he finally arrived at the edge of the territory of Wufang Ghost Mountain.

 There is an abyss standing on the earth, with no end in sight, and a miasmatic haze that covers the sky.

The sky ahead is dark, and the deep fluctuations spread the rich source of evil spirits.

 Wufang Ghost Mountain is divided into three areas - Tianyuan, Plateau, and Ghost Mountain.

“It is indeed the most suitable place for the Heavenly Demon Emperor to practice.”

Shen Changqing looked at the ravine and abyss stretching to the sky and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

 He stepped into the sky and entered the forbidden land.

 In an instant, indescribable destructive power gathered around him, intending to smash him to pieces.

 “In the forbidden land of Tianyuan, those who come will stop!”

Suddenly, sonic booms rolled in the sky, revealing the appearance of boundless Yin Luo.

Huge blood-colored eyes tore through the space, suddenly opened and closed, and swept in mercilessly with a cold will.

 It looks like countless blood moons hanging high above the Milky Way, and the scene is so dense that it makes one’s hair stand on end.

 It was accompanied by a suffocating sense of oppression, turning into a hurricane.

At the end of the darkness, there was also a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

With a bolt of thunder piercing the sky, a blood-robed figure appeared.

 He stared at Shen Changqing indifferently. With that terrifying level of power, he was clearly a Five Directions Ghost Saint!

 “Are there any ghost saints alive?”

 Shen Changqing was quite surprised.

 But soon, he noticed the blood-robed figure in front of him.

The whole body is exuding lingering fluctuations of death energy. It is obvious that he has entered his twilight years and belongs to the third generation of ghost saints.

At the same time, the third-generation ghost saint also sensed the aura of power from Shen Changqing that made him extremely palpitating.

His face under the **** cloak soon became suspicious.

 It is very obvious that this strong human being who stepped into the abyss of heaven is actually a human martial saint!

It has only been four hundred years since the last war ended. How can the human race give birth to a new Martial Saint so quickly?

“In the past three thousand years, you are the first human being who dares to break into Wufang Ghost Mountain alone. What do you want?”

 The third generation ghost saint spoke in a deep voice, already stirring up ancient power.

 “I’ll kill you.”

Shen Changqing’s blunt words made the Third Generation Ghost Saint fall silent on the spot, and then burst into laughter.

 “Simply arrogant!”

“Four hundred years ago, the three great martial saints of Middle Earth, Northern Plains, and Great Wilderness joined forces to suppress this saint, but they still escaped!”

"Who in heaven and on earth, in all directions and on earth, can fight against this sage? There was no one four hundred years ago, and there will be no one four hundred years later!"

 “It’s up to you...”

Before he finished speaking, he saw a cold light coming instantly.

　　Boom!

 The sword comes out and returns to its sheath.

 The mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​​​blood were split into two halves, and countless **** eyes in the sky were torn apart.

It was like a broken mirror, and the entire Tianyuan Forbidden Land was covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

 The head of the third-generation ghost saint was separated from his body, along with the source of the evil spirit. The wound was complete and smooth, with no blood spattered.

His eyes were already glazed over. In his sight, Shen Changqing's figure stood with his hands behind his hands. He took a step forward and passed by with a calm expression.

 “Sword…Juggernaut?”

He squeaked several times and finally spit out only two words, and then blood foam spurted out wildly.

The broken body fell into the abyss, reflecting the confused and incomprehensible face before death.

And the back of Shen Changqing who is gradually moving away in the pupils, but has never looked back.

As if entering an uninhabited land, the ancient restrictions of Tianyuan cannot hold even half a step, and all the destructive power is destroyed and falls apart!

 (End of this chapter)