Chapter 1574 Return to the Lower Realm ()

At the top of a dangerous peak that reached the sky, dozens of monks guarded a nine-story pagoda. The tower was surrounded by dense array flags, and seal runes were hung everywhere on the tower, which obviously had very strict restrictions.

"Junior Brother Yan, this time it is not your turn. Why did you come to this Prison Fairy Tower to guard?" An old man, who was slightly fat, asked a young man beside him.

The young man smiled bitterly and said, "I am taking the rotation for Senior Brother Fan. Although guarding the Prisoner Immortal Tower is a waste of time, the requirements for the master are extremely high. You cannot relax at all, and you cannot practice meditation during the rotation. Senior Brother Fan just learned a set of sword techniques and just needed time to practice, he ordered him to take the rotation for him for ten years."

"These ten years cannot be wasted. I believe Brother Fan has also given Junior Brother Yan some benefits!" The old man smiled.

The young man smiled and said, "The benefits are not worth mentioning. It's just that Senior Brother Fan promised that he would invite him to discuss the sword in ten years, and Junior Sister Fan would be there."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled: "So that's it! Junior Brother Yan has taken great pains! He has been on duty for ten years just to meet the beauty. I am afraid that Junior Sister Fan may not know about this painstaking efforts."

Another middle-aged monk nearby snorted coldly and said, "It would be fine if it was just wasting ten years of time; I'm afraid that there will be a crisis in the Prison Immortal Tower in these ten years. When the beauty will not see her, she will pay her life!"

The young man was stunned and then said, "This is unlikely! This sect has been guarding the Prison Immortal Tower for ten thousand years, and I have never heard of any accidents! I don't know why the master sect attaches so much importance to this place. It is said that at first there were uncles and uncles from the Mahayana period who were personally guarding it. Later, there was nothing wrong, so our disciples took turns to guard this place."

The middle-aged monk shook his head repeatedly and said, "Do you know the origin of the Prison Immortal Tower? The word Prison Immortal is not a false name. It is said that a true immortal was imprisoned here. If the immortal breaks free from the bondage and leaves this tower, I will not be able to leave alive by then!"

"True Immortal?" The young man showed a look of disbelief. He said: "If he was a real immortal, how could he be trapped in the lower realm! Those rumors were mostly exaggerated. According to the following speculation, the imprisoned among them was mostly just an evil demon in the late stage of the Mahayana. The predecessors of the masters were unable to kill him for some reason, so they had to set up many restrictions and imprison him here!"

"I don't believe in the sayings of immortals!" The old man shook his head and said, "If it is really an immortal, it is a great opportunity to be encountered by the monks in the lower realm. It is too late for the monks to please him, so how dare they imprison him!"

While the monks were talking in a low voice, suddenly a vortex of vitality appeared in the sky without warning. The vortex became more and more profound. When the vortex was thousands of feet tall, the center had become dark and bottomless.

"If there is any change, please inform the master!" The old man was shocked and shouted loudly. The middle-aged monk's face suddenly changed drastically, and his riek trembled. The thing he was most worried about was probably to qualify.

At this moment, two figures flew out of the vortex and landed in front of the monks, turning into a young man with a pretty face, who was still holding a childish girl in his hand.

The monks' eyes swept over the two of them and their hearts were relieved. Although the temperament revealed between the eyebrows of these two people was particularly extraordinary, their aura was very ordinary. Although they could not determine their cultivation for a while, from the fluctuations of their aura, they were probably not high-level cultivators.

"The Prison Immortal Tower is the gatekeeper! The sect has an order. Those who trespass into the gatekeeper will be killed without any hesitation!" The old man shouted loudly and led the monks to surround the two of them.

"First use the sword formation to trap it, and then torture the origin!" the old man ordered.

The monks immediately took action. They each sacrificed swords. The quality of these swords was different, and the sword techniques they practiced were obviously different, but they echoed each other. The sword lights stimulated were connected into one another, and a huge sword net was formed in an instant, and the young girls were covered with their heads.

Seeing this, the young man was not panicked, but smiled slightly and said, "Hundred Sword Spirit Cage!"

The old man was shocked and the other party actually told the name of the sword formation in one sentence, obviously knowing the origin of the sword formation.

"Change the formation!" The old man immediately shouted again, and at the same time the sword technique in his hand changed. However, before the sword formation changed, the sword net formed by sword lights suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

The monks were shocked. The magical powers they jointly sacrificed turned into bits of heaven and earth in an instant and disappeared. They were not even sure whether the other party took action!

"What's going on?" The old man was shocked and immediately ordered the monks to take action again.

"This is not a way to entertain guests!" The young man smiled slightly, then raised his hand and grabbed a hand in the air. An invisible force suddenly imprisoned the surrounding space. Then the swords in the hands of the monks seemed to be fixed in the void and could not move at all. The old man and others urged them to forcefully, and the swords were still stopped in the air and motionless. Even if a monk flew to the sword and held the sword in both hands, he could not retract the sword.

The old man was shocked that these swords were their natal treasures. They should have been sent and received by their hearts, but they were completely unable to control them at this time, which shows that the other party's cultivation and supernatural powers are far higher than theirs.

"Don't worry, answer a few questions from me and I'll give you your sword back!" The young man smiled slightly and asked, "Who did you practice the sword technique? Is it Liu Chenfeng, a fellow swordsman? Or a Lingyu Swordsman?"

The old man was shocked again and replied, "Who is the master of the senior? The few people mentioned by the senior just now, I have heard from the master, and it seems to be the names of the master's brothers."

"Oh?" the young man asked curiously: "Who is the master you are waiting for?"

"Master Tianfang Swordsman! Senior should have heard of it." The old man replied.

But the young man shook his head: "I haven't heard of it, whose name is his?"

"The master's surname is Fang, and his name is Tianao." The old man replied.

The young man immediately smiled: "Fang Tianao, it turns out it was him! I didn't expect that this youngest nephew was already a teacher, and the disciples trained were quite good!"

"Senior, do you recognize your master?" the old man asked respectfully.

The young man nodded: "Bang Tianao called me uncle back then, so I can be regarded as the uncle you are waiting for!"

"Uncle Master?" The old man was shocked. He murmured suspiciously: "Master once said that he only had a master named Li, and his talent was unmatched. And many years ago, Uncle Master Li had already ascended to become an immortal!"

The young man laughed and said, "What, don't I look like an immortal?"

The monks were shocked when they heard this, looking at each other, all of whom were suspicious. After all, immortals were rumors, and no one among them had ever seen what an immortal looked like.

The young man smiled and said, "Since you see it, you will be destined to be there! This immortal will give you a wisp of the immortal sword energy that you are waiting for, and injected into the sword you are waiting for. Remember, this wisp of sword energy is too powerful for the monks in the lower realm and no one can bear it. Once sacrificed, the sword will inevitably destroy the enemy. Only when it is absolutely necessary can it be used!"

After saying that, the young man waved his hand and the invisible power that imprisoned the surroundings disappeared, and the swords returned to the hands of the monks one after another.

The monks carefully checked their respective swords and found that there was a trace of strange sword energy. Although they didn't understand what the sword energy was, they could also vaguely feel that the power it contained was extremely powerful.

"Thank you for your rewards from Uncle Master!" The monks were both surprised and happy, and greeted him.

"No need to be polite!" The young man waved his hand and said with emotion: "Go and pass on the master's wife Fang and gather the old friends of that year to meet. In the fairy world for thousands of years, more than ten thousand years have passed in the spiritual world. I don't know what the old friends of that year are now?"
Chapter completed!