Chapter 1340, Ancient Immortal

In the depths of the cave, there were actually several huge rocks lying down in all directions. On one of the rocks, there was a figure sitting cross-legged.

The man was tall and slender, with his back to Zhou Yan, motionless, as if turned into a sculpture, surrounded by hazy mist, with an ethereal aura, like an exiled fairy coming to the dust, with a feeling of elegance.

This person is Zhou Yan!

"Who are you?" Zhou Yan was silent for a while, and asked nonsense.

"Who are you?" Zhou Yan asked again, confused.

There is no one else here, only that figure from the back, which oppresses Zhou Yan greatly, and seems to contain terrifying power, just looking at it will make people tremble with fear.

"Hehe, it turned out to be a junior. The old man has been waiting here for more than two hundred years, and finally a destined person came."

Suddenly, the figure from behind spoke, with a sense of vicissitudes, and the voice was long and long: "Young man, you have good potential, and you will have the opportunity to step into the cultivation world in the future. Remember to avenge this old man."

"revenge?"

Zhou Yan was shocked, his heart was beating wildly, he couldn't believe it: "Are you the owner of the ancient tomb?"

"Ancient tomb?"

The back figure was stunned, a little confused, shook his head, sighed and said: "Oh, you don't understand, the old man fell in a catastrophe, and his body was buried in the ancient tomb, leaving behind a trace of remnant soul, waiting here for someone who is destined arrival……"

"What?" Zhou Yan was shocked and lost his voice in shock.

Rumor has it that in the realm of comprehension, when a strong person falls, the corpse can be sealed, leaving it for someone destined to come and wake up again.

In doing so, unless there is a great opportunity, otherwise, he will never be able to be resurrected, let alone restore his cultivation, and can only be reduced to a walking dead.

Zhou Yan never imagined that the owner of the ancient tomb suffered a catastrophe, his body was buried here, and the remnant soul was still waiting here.

"Senior..." Zhou Yan hesitated and asked.

"Call me Master Gu."

Master Gu sighed, with a look of nostalgia on his pale face, he said in a low voice, "My surname is Gu, and my name is Gu Heng."

Gu Heng, the emperor of the ancient dynasty.

This is a secret. In history, only a few people know about Gu Heng's deeds.

"Master Gu."

Zhou Yan nodded, saluted respectfully, and said, "What you leave, the younger generation must follow the promise and deliver it to your descendants, and will not take it privately."

"En." Gu Heng nodded and said, "No matter who you are, since you are here, you are naturally my disciple."

"Disciple?" Zhou Yan was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly realized that he understood.

"You must be destined to discover me. Why don't you tell me where you got my slough..." Gu Heng said calmly.

"Slaughter?"

Zhou Yan showed joy on his face, and without hesitation, he told the situation he got.

"My relic was originally a defensive spiritual weapon. After years of changes, it was seriously damaged and lost its power. However, it can still withstand the attacks of masters in the foundation building period, which is quite good." Gu Heng said happily. : "This jade slip is the entry-level exercise of "Xuanwu Jue", which is quite beneficial for practitioners."

""Xuanwu Jue"?" Zhou Yan flipped through the jade slips, the more he looked at them carefully, the more joyful his face became.

"Xuanwu Jue" is a classic book of martial arts. It is divided into nine levels, reaching the peak of the third rank. When the practice reaches perfection, you can gather the energy and your strength will soar.

"Senior, junior would like to worship you as a teacher." Zhou Yan knelt down and kowtowed sincerely.

"No rush." ​​Gu Heng shook his head, spoke softly, and said slowly: "When I died, I predicted a great opportunity, but it's a pity..."

Between the words, Gu Heng sighed with regret and didn't say much.

"Fate?" Zhou Yan's heart moved, and he asked quickly, "What chance?"

"I can't tell."

Gu Heng smiled, waved his hand and refused, changed the subject and said, "Although my body is incomplete, it is still at the level of Lingbao. If you can fully control it, you may be able to use its power."

"Lingbao?"

Zhou Yan was taken aback, shocked in his heart.

Lingbao, that is a magic weapon used by cultivators. It is much stronger than ordinary soldiers. It has spirituality and extraordinary power. Moreover, with the improvement of cultivation base, Lingbao will gradually advance to the rank and have various magical functions. It is an invincible weapon.

"However, there is only one obsession left in my legacy."

Gu Heng sighed softly and said: "Thus, all these years, I can barely maintain a wisp of remnant soul, and I can't leave this place at all, and I can't kill my enemies with my own hands."

"Senior, don't worry, this junior will definitely do his best." Zhou Yan solemnly agreed.

"I'm very pleased that you have this thought." Gu Heng said, "Now, just follow me."

Hearing this, Zhou Yan was refreshed, followed Gu Heng's footsteps, and walked down the bluestone steps.

The ancient tomb was empty, surrounded by a gray miasma, eerie and eerie.

Gu Heng walked in it, but he was not afraid, but full of interest.

"Senior Gu..." Zhou Yan hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong?" Gu Heng looked in surprise.

"Senior Gu, I think your vital signs are weak, and I'm afraid you won't last long." Zhou Yan asked tentatively.

Gu Heng smiled and didn't take it seriously: "In this world, there are always too many people who want to spy on my inheritance. I have long expected that someone will take advantage of the fire to rob me, so I have already made arrangements."

After a pause, Gu Heng continued: "To tell you the truth, this ancient tomb is the place where I used to retreat and practice. I have set up many restrictions here, and I have also drawn a set of formations, which is enough to trap Jindan cultivators... "

"Here, what is buried is my bones, not ordinary things."

Gu Heng snorted coldly, his eyes were sharp, and he faintly exuded a fierce and evil spirit, which made people tremble.

In an instant, Zhou Yan felt cold all over his body, and his hair stood on his head. He almost couldn't bear it, and fled away.

Fortunately, Zhou Yan responded in a timely manner, gritted his teeth, overcame his fear, stabilized his mind, and did not show it.

"You don't need to be afraid." Gu Heng restrained his momentum and said calmly: "I have been dead for many years, even if I leave a remnant soul, it is impossible to hurt you."

"Senior Gu, why are your bones buried here?"

Zhou Yan's eyes flickered, and he wondered secretly, guessing, who is Gu Heng, who actually made Gu Heng spend endless efforts to design such an ancient tomb to bury the corpses?

"Cause and effect." Gu Heng was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Do you know, in this world, there are several types of creatures that are most similar to the human race?"

"Oh?" Zhou Yan frowned, puzzled.

"Monster!"

Gu Heng said solemnly: "Monsters are strange things conceived by the heavens. They are born with spiritual intelligence, grow to the extreme, and can even transform into human forms, just like immortals, flying into the sky and hiding in the earth, free and easy."

"However, the lifespan of monsters is relatively short, often no more than twenty years, before disappearing into thin air and completely annihilated in the dust."