The owner of the Yin-Yang Tomb is not a single Gu family member, but the entire Gu family's ancestral tomb. The souls of all Gu family members who died will eventually come to the Yin-Yang Tomb, and eventually stay here to slowly disintegrate.

The first thing Meng Jingzhe thought of was no one else, but the remnant soul of his mother that appeared in the Yin Yang Tomb.

That was the real remnant soul of the deceased mother, not some hallucination.

He then thought of his mother's name: Gu Yunniang.

With the same surname of Gu, Meng Jingzhe's heart skipped a beat and she couldn't help but wonder, could it be that Gu Yunniang was also of the Gu family lineage.

And if Gu Yunniang is of the Gu family, what about him?

"It's time to wake up." Jinghe Sword Master's cold voice sounded in Meng Jingzhe's ears, directly interrupting Meng Jingzhe's random thoughts.

Meng Jingzhe opened her eyes and met the eyes of Jinghe Sword Master.

"Since you're awake, let's get ready." Jinghe Jianzun's eyes seemed to have seen through everything.

"Master." Meng Jingzhe shouted softly. Thinking of his experience when he was in a coma, he really wanted to talk to his master.

But Jing and Jianzun didn't ask any more questions. Instead, they felt the vitality in this apprentice and understood that he should have gotten some opportunities this time.

"You've been sleeping for three days, and this competition is about to begin." Jinghe Sword Master reminded.

"Master, don't you want to ask?" Meng Jingzhe asked. His strong desire to talk was blocked by the coldness of Jinghe Sword Master. At this time, he felt that he could not breathe up and down, and his whole body was very uncomfortable.

"Nothing to ask."

Jinghe Sword Master is a person who practices quickly and has encountered countless adventures. Therefore, he is neither curious nor surprised about the changes that have occurred in Meng Jingzhe.

Inquiring mind.

Meng Jingzhe suppressed the countless doubts in her heart and got up silently.

At this time, the competition was about to start on the competition platform, and everyone already knew that Meng Jingzhe had been in a coma for three days. In the previous competition between Meng Jingzhe and Yang Wanyue, the nine-sword training technique really amazed everyone watching.

It was precisely because these nine swords were so stunning and the momentum they carried was so breathtaking that they were not something that a late-stage Jindan monk could control, so everyone began to suspect that the nine swords drained Meng Jingzhe dry, so he fell into a coma.

And today, most of them will not be able to participate in this competition.

There were even some nefarious people who started saying "congratulations" to Murong Ling on the competition stage.

It was time for the competition, but Meng Jingzhe had not yet appeared. The referee looked around. On the left was Jin Zhishan, who was squinting his neck with a wink, trying to make the referee try to delay the time. On the right was someone from the Murong family, who was looking at him with cold eyes.

Looking at the referee, it seems that if he is even the slightest bit unfair, he will be immediately overwhelmed by the Murong family's knives.

"Today's competition..."

Just as the referee was about to announce that Meng Jingzhe had lost the match, he saw a gust of breeze blowing by, and the figures of Jing and Sword Master suddenly appeared.

"I will send my disciples here to compete." Jinghe Sword Master said quietly.

When Jinghe Jianzun spoke, the referee was so frightened that he swallowed the second half of his words.

"Is it too late for me to compete?" Meng Jingzhe asked.

Before the referee spoke, Murong Ling on the competition stage smiled and said: "The fight hasn't started yet, so it's not too late."

Hearing what Murong Ling said, the face of the leader of the Murong family suddenly sank.

Seeing that Murong Ling was willing to tolerate it, the referee was overjoyed and immediately announced the start of the competition.

Jinghe Jianzun glanced at Murong Ling on the stage, nodded slightly towards him, and then disappeared directly on the spot.

"Congratulations on waking up yet." Murong Ling said with a smile. His posture did not look like a rival or a stranger meeting for the first time, but like an old friend for many years.

Meng Jingzhe saluted him in return. No matter what the reason was for Murong Ling, he had to accept his feelings.

Murong Ling chuckled lightly, and looked past Meng Jingzhe to the elder of the Murong family who was standing not far away from the competition stage. Looking at the other person's gloomy expression, the curvature of the corners of his mouth became more and more obvious.

"I will go all out." Meng Jingzhe said.

Murong Ling nodded and said, "I don't know how to give in."

Murong Ling's weapon is also a sword.

Because of her gratitude, Meng Jingzhe waited for Murong Ling to take action first.

Murong Ling was not polite at all, and when he struck, he used a set of sword techniques that he had already become famous for.

This set of sword techniques accompanied him to defeat countless opponents, and it was obviously very powerful.

Meng Jingzhe didn't have the slightest bit of contempt, nor did he have any selfish intentions. He just started with a set of nine swords.

After experiencing the mirage crisis, Meng Jingzhe once again used the set of nine swords. It was not as laborious as before, but seemed to be able to do it with ease.

Murong Ling obviously saw clearly the sense of relaxation in Meng Jingzhe, and said sincerely: "You are making very rapid progress."

Meng Jingzhe has only seen two matches between Murong Ling. In these two matches, Murong Ling's opponents were not weak, but Murong Ling was always in a state of ease, so Meng Jingzhe could not understand the depth of Murong Ling.

At this time, it was very difficult for Murong Ling to resist the set of nine swords that served as Meng Jingzhe's killing moves, but in the end he was able to resist them.

Murong Ling took the ninth sword that was earth-shattering and even almost killed Yang Wanyue. Although he looked a little embarrassed at this time, it could not change the fact that he was not hurt at all.

"You are very strong." Meng Jingzhe said this completely from the heart.

Murong Ling's strength was something he had never seen in other monks.

And this person is obviously a person who has understood his own swordsmanship.

Li Yi's swordsmanship is strange and changeable, and he doesn't know what he will face in the next second.

Murong Ling's swordsmanship was like an endless sea, making it impossible for Meng Jingzhe to detect the depth.

Meng Jingzhe's entry into Taoism was too short. Facing such Murong Ling, he was like a primary school student facing a high school student. The other party seemed to be crushing him in all directions.

This feeling is like falling into boundless despair.

If not for the existence of Nine Swords, Meng Jingzhe would have been knocked out of the competition stage long ago.

"Does your nine-move sword technique have a name?" The more Murong Ling fought, the more skillfully he became able to do it.

"Nine swords." Meng Jingzhe replied.

Murong Ling couldn't help laughing and said: "What a good name."

Murong Ling's ability to comprehend was really too strong. Originally, he could barely cope with the nine swords, but at this time, he had begun to switch from defense to offense.

There was an exchange of status between the two, and gradually, Meng Jingzhe became the passive defensive one.

Murong Ling became more and more powerful as he fought, and Meng Jingzhe began to falter.

Meng Jingzhe even had a vague feeling that Murong Ling had actually found a way to crack the Nine Swords. At this time, he had not completely broken through, and it was just to thoroughly test the depth of the Nine Swords.

After having this speculation, Meng Jingzhe seemed to be enveloped in a sense of crisis. He knew that Murong Ling did not have much time left for him. If he could not find a way to fight back, he would have to be slowly defeated by the other party.

Grind to death.

"Your spiritual power seems to be much more abundant than at the beginning." Murong Ling said.

Murong Ling obviously paid a lot of attention to Meng Jingzhe. Ordinary monks may not understand the previous competition with Yang Wanyue, but Murong Ling saw it very clearly. The reason why Meng Jingzhe fell into a coma was not due to other reasons, but

Simple spiritual exhaustion.

Three days ago, using a set of Nine Swords would have led to spiritual exhaustion. But now Meng Jingzhe has used a set of Nine Swords several times, but she still seems to be able to do it with ease. How can Murong Ling not be surprised by such a rapid increase in spiritual power?

.

"But even if the progress is rapid, it should have almost reached its limit now, right?" Murong Ling asked softly.

Meng Jingzhe's heart skipped a beat. The truth was not much different from what he said. Meng Jingzhe's spiritual power at this time was only enough for him to use nine swords in one round.

"After all, you are still not familiar enough with the use of this sword technique."

Following Murong Ling's sigh, a white light flashed across Meng Jingzhe's eyes, and then his hand went numb, as if he had received irresistible force, and the Dragon Song Sword flew out of his hand.

Before Meng Jingzhe could react, he saw Murong Ling's figure appearing in front of him.

It's better to say it's in front of me than on my face.

Murong Ling was extremely close to Meng Jingzhe at this time, and the two were almost face to face.

Meng Jingzhe didn't know why, but soon she saw a red mark suddenly appeared between Murong Ling's eyebrows.

There was a faint spiritual light coming out of the red mark.

Erlang Shen? Meng Jingzhe only had this idea in his mind.

But soon, he felt a force that seemed to destroy the world and was about to overflow from the red mark.

Meng Jingzhe didn't have time to think carefully, and immediately reacted almost instinctively.

reincarnation.

The four seasons cycle.

This is a skill that Meng Jingzhe understood in a certain level of the Tomb of Yin and Yang. Although he understood it, he never used it.

Now that the two of them were so close, Meng Jingzhe couldn't get his sword back. In a hurry, he could only think of using this magic technique to meet the enemy.

It grows in spring and grows in summer, and harvests in autumn and stores in winter.

The changes of the four seasons, from the starting point to the ending point, all unfolded in front of Murong Ling.

The red light between his brows suddenly slowed down after undergoing this reincarnation change.
To be continued...