Thousands of years later…

Um?

Lin Meng's soul, which had not moved for thousands of years in the soul-locking pendant, noticed that his body was moving.

"What is this? A corpse?"

An old man in his fifties or sixties was hoeing the ground, and suddenly a palm came out of the hoe, which startled the old man.

But after all, this is the Immortal Sect and the location of the Five Mountains Sword Sect. The old man's confidence became stronger. He dug around the palm and dug out a handsome young man after a while.

"Good guy, with these clothes, he must have been a noble person in life, and he looked so handsome. It's a pity that he died young at such a young age, tsk tsk."

The old man marveled at the young man's body and admired the elegance of his clothes.

"Forget it, let's leave it to those immortals. If it really comes from some big place, I can't afford the trouble."

The old man sighed. Although he was a little greedy for the young man's clothes, he was still sensible after all and was afraid of getting into any trouble.

How many years has it been? I finally see the light of day again! As long as I find a intact body that has just died, I can resurrect it. As long as I find my master, I can return to this world!

Lin Meng's soul, which had not fluctuated for thousands of years, began to throb again. Although he practiced the golden body method given by his master, the physical body will not deteriorate for a thousand years after death, will not decay for a thousand years after being damaged, and will be immortal for a thousand years after decay.

But the soul is different. When the soul leaves the body, it is like water without roots. Although the Soul Locking Pendant can nourish the soul, after such a long time, my soul has already become extremely weak. If it is a few more years later, I am afraid it will be really bad.

His soul was shattered.

"Uncle Li, what are you doing?"

"Eh? Why is there an extra person? Who is he?"

Two young men in bright clothes walked up from a distance, and they looked like they came from some aristocratic sects.

"Hey, you two fairies, I was hoeing the ground, but I dug out a man from the ground. I saw that he was well-dressed, and I was afraid that he had some background, so I asked the two fairies to go back and take him with him.

Let the immortals deal with it."

The old man cupped his hands towards the two young men and said, his expression full of helplessness.

"Oh, Uncle Li, I already told you not to call me a fairy. Those who can be called fairies are masters of the heavenly realm. We are in the vertical and horizontal realm. There is a huge difference."

A young man in yellow scratched his head in embarrassment and smiled.

The other young man in red squatted in front of Lin Meng's body and began to look through it carefully.

"What's wrong, you still want to get money out of him? My great scholar."

The boy in yellow also came over at this time, patted the squatting boy in red on the head, and said with a smile.

"No, this person...is weird."

The boy in red didn't mind, he just frowned and held his chin with one hand and said:

"This man's clothes don't look like those of our generation. Just now I touched this copper inscription in his arms. Although the other words were blurred to the point of being unrecognizable, the word 'Dalong' stood out to me.

Still recognize it.

The Dalong Dynasty is a great dynasty that dates back 1,100 years ago. Is this person afraid that he died a thousand years ago?"

The boy in red was a little unsure at the end. After all, how could a person who died a thousand years ago be preserved intact until now?

"Okay, okay, don't be like those gentlemen in the library. They look like old academics. People from a thousand years ago have all turned into ashes. This person looks like he just died not long ago."

The boy in yellow patted the boy in red on the head again and said:

"Hurry and help, carry this guy up the mountain and hand it over to a few masters. Then we won't have to worry about it."

The boy in yellow was already busy carrying people. The boy in red was very dissatisfied with being patted on the head frequently. He snorted, kicked the boy in yellow on the butt, and then he and the boy in yellow carried their arms.

A man carried Lin Meng's body and walked up the mountain.

"Two little fairies, go slowly!" The old man, who had never changed his ways, used the same name to see the two young men off.

It's been a thousand years. I really didn't expect that such a long time has passed. Lin Meng's soul was filled with emotion while wearing the Soul-locking Pendant. It felt like he had worn it for a few days, but a thousand years had passed since then.

The two young men worked hard for a while before carrying Lin Meng's body up the mountain. When they were about to find some elders from the sect to report, a fat man outside the door ran over in a hurry and glanced at him as he passed by.

The two teenagers, but he ran back in a hurry the next second, panting with his hands on his knees and said to the two teenagers:

"What are you two still doing here? Go to Xiaohua Peak quickly, my junior uncle has been seriously injured and is unconscious. The outer disciples and several masters are all there!"

"ah?"

When the two young men heard this, they panicked and dropped Lin Meng's body. Each of them picked up the little fat man who could no longer run and ran towards Xiao Huafeng like flying.

The peak master of Xiaohua Peak, Anyang, named Zimo, is the youngest disciple of the master of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, but his age is similar to that of these teenagers, fifteen years old.

Although his cultivation level is much higher than that of these young people, and he has already entered the realm of earthly wandering, there is no difference between him and these young disciples who get along best with him in the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

When some teenagers got punished for breaking the rules, they often used their status as second-generation disciples to beg for mercy, so they were deeply loved by the young men from the outer sect of Wuyue Sword Sect.

And because he was the youngest among the second-generation disciples, he was favored by several senior brothers and masters, so when something happened to him, the entire Wuyue Sword Sect panicked, and almost all of them went to Xiaohua Peak to find the huge one.

Xiaohua Peak was completely surrounded by water.

"Masters, how is little uncle?"

Several young people finally arrived at Xiao Huafeng and squeezed into the room. Looking at the livid young man lying on the bed, they anxiously asked the young people standing beside the bed.

"Don't worry, Master, he will be back soon. Master has dabbled in many strange arts and is even proficient in Qihuang's medical skills. Junior Brother Zimo will definitely be fine."

Among the four people standing in front of the bed, the man in green shirt who was the leader spoke softly to comfort the teenagers.

He is Lin Jun, the eldest brother of Wuyue Sword Sect and the first disciple of Tai'an Sword Immortal. Even if he is very anxious, he still has to shoulder his responsibility as the eldest brother to appease the emotions of several junior brothers and outer disciples.

"All outer disciples, please exit Xiaohua Peak quickly and do not crowd around here!"

Suddenly, an old and majestic voice sounded in the sky, and a figure with an immortal air came gently in the wind.

The leader of the Wuyue Sword Sect, a master of the immortal realm, Tai'an Sword Immortal Gu Anmin has arrived.

"Little uncle is saved!"

"Hurry up! Let's go quickly. Don't disturb the master from rescuing our little uncle!"

Many of the outer disciples on Xiaohua Peak became excited one by one, quickly dispersed, and retreated down Xiaohua Peak. However, they still gathered at the foot of the mountain and refused to leave. They must see with their own eyes that their junior uncle got better.

"Disciple has met Master!"

The old man entered the room, and the four young men in front of the bed came forward to greet him. Then the old man walked quickly to the bed, and saw that the handsome face of the young man on the bed turned ashen, and he became annoyed. He clicked on the young man with one finger.

Between his eyebrows, pure Qi penetrated into the young man's body to explore.

After a while, the old man frowned, and then withdrew his finger with a livid face. He cursed:

"What a vicious poison technique, it can actually kill people's souls! Fortunately, Zimo's soul is stable and has not been completely destroyed. There is still a glimmer of hope."

Then the old man threw an ancient book to the four disciples

"Master has eliminated the remaining poison in Zimo's body. Now we will set up the formation according to the instructions in the book. Master will lead the formation. You all will take your positions and lead Zimo's soul!"
Chapter completed!