Chapter 510: Sword destroys the ancestor, the myth of imperial power

"But you have to inherit my lineage and bear my karma, which means you will gain unparalleled power, but you will have a hard time finding peace in your life."

The old man stared at Li Ya and said one sentence at a time, his eyes were so cold.

Li Ya was frightened by his eyes, he did not answer immediately, but carefully recalled his life.

Although he had experienced ups and downs, he always felt that he could have today, all thanks to the help of others. In the first half of his life, his father protected him, and then Gu An protected him in another identity and taught him swordsmanship.

When can he repay these people?

Li Ya was in a dilemma.

He was afraid that he would mess up, and Gu An would have to save him in the end.

He turned his head and looked at the magical spirit on his shoulder.

This time, the magical spirit did not speak, but just looked at him steadily, as if to say that this time it was up to you to decide.

Li Ya believed that the old man would not deliberately calculate him, because there was no need. The gap between their cultivation was huge. If the old man really wanted to force him to do something, he would have no power to resist.

Just as Li Ya was hesitating, the old man turned and left.

Li Ya immediately knelt down, kowtowed to the old man's back, and shouted loudly: "Master, please accept my disciple's worship!"

The old man stopped and turned slowly. He looked at Li Ya and said expressionlessly: "Remember, my Taoist name is Jianmie, and many people call me Jianmie Patriarch."

After that, Jianmie Patriarch continued to leave. Li Ya quickly got up and followed his steps.

Li Ya's face was full of excitement. He looked at Jianmie Patriarch's back and had a lot to ask, but he held back.

There is a long way to go!

After seeing Jianmie Patriarch's move, he felt that Jianmie Patriarch was one of the few people in the world who could compare with Gu An. Of course, this was just his feeling, because he felt that Jianmie Patriarch did not use his full strength when he took the sword, and took the Nine Absolute Sacred Heart Sword lightly.

Such a demeanor reminded him of Gu An, who had transformed into the Sword Master of Fudao.

Little did he know that Gu An was eavesdropping on his thoughts.

"Compare Dao Zang Zizai Xian with me?"

Gu An, who was picking herbs in the Wu Shi Daochang, laughed, but this Jianmie Patriarch was a big shot.

He should have a stronger original body.

Gu An had met his original body before, when Gu An broke through Xuanyuan Zizai Xian. At that time, he turned into a skull and devoured Zizai Xian, which left a deep impression on Gu An.

The aura of the skull was exactly the same as that of Jianmie Patriarch. From the perspective of cause and effect, the two had the same origin.

The clone alone had the cultivation of Dao Zang Zizai Xian, and it was unknown how strong Jianmie Patriarch's original body was.

Since Gu An defeated Zhan Ting, the Tianling Great World seemed to be far away from the catastrophe outside the sky, but in fact, more and more Daoguo Realm beings sneaked into the Tianling Great World, but they acted more secretly, probably because they were afraid of Gu An.

Any choice has its pros and cons. His reincarnation has left bad karma, but in the life he can control, he has been doing good deeds. He is satisfied with this and will not get tired of it.

Gu An's mood became more and more cheerful, and he began to instruct the Epiphyllum Ghost Mother who followed him.

Although Epiphyllum Ghost Mother lost her freedom, she did not slack off, because she saw greater hope. She even felt that her life was better and more meaningful than before.

Being able to pursue immortality is more meaningful than being a deputy leader!

Epiphyllum Ghost Mother would write down every word of Gu An and then think about it carefully.

Gu An knew what she was thinking, but never pointed it out, letting her think about it. What if she could really come up with something?

An hour later, Gu An finished picking, and then let Epiphyllum Ghost Mother sow seeds, and he went to his attic to take a nap.

Xiantian Jinxian can also sleep. Gu An occasionally likes to dream, and it is interesting to realize the truth in dreams.

The white clouds in the sky are floating very slowly, but in a blink of an eye, they will feel very fast.

The time in the world is the same.

A thousand years of time is like that white cloud, fast and slow. It is very fast for cultivators, but very slow for mortals.

One day in early summer, at noon.

Taicang Dynasty, Cangzhou Imperial City.

In the imperial study, Li Xuandao held a memorial with a blank expression.

He has been the emperor for more than 4,000 years. The long and overbearing imperial power has made him a god in the hearts of the people. The people don’t know the name of Fudao Jianzun, and don’t know the great cultivators in the world of cultivation. In the hearts of the people, he is a living immortal.

At this moment, there are still two people kneeling in the room. They bow their heads, their bodies are tense, and one of them even has sweat dripping from his forehead.

After a long time.

Li Xuandao raised his eyes, he looked at the two people kneeling in front of the table, and asked: "What does the prince mean? What is his attitude towards the Yang family's actions?"

One of the old ministers looked up at Li Xuandao, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Your Highness did not respond to us, but one of my spies told me that Your Highness once said that the position of the prince is really boring, and I don't know..."

"I don't know what?"

"I don't know what the throne feels like..."

After saying that, the old minister suddenly lowered his head, his forehead pressed against the ground.

When Li Xuandao heard it, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He closed the memorial in his hand and slowly put it down.

"Go down."

Li Xuandao closed his eyes and said, the two court officials immediately stood up and saluted, and left quickly.

They left the imperial garden all the way, and then left the palace. When they walked out of the palace gate, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Another middle-aged minister looked at the old minister and whispered: "Does Your Highness really want to..."

He looked around and did not spit out the word "anti".

"There were signs hundreds of years ago. It is said that Your Highness's temperament changed after he went to the Holy Land to practice cultivation. Your Highness has already entered the fairyland. I am afraid that the dynasty will usher in unprecedented turmoil. The Yang family has many forces involved..." The old minister sighed. .

Ten generations of his ancestors have worked for Li Xuandao. When he was young, he was the number one scholar appointed by Li Xuandao. In his heart, Li Xuandao was God.

But facing the prince who has immortal cultivation and a terrifying family background, no matter what he thinks, the throne will change hands.

The middle-aged minister fell into silence after hearing this, and the two walked towards the same street, walking quickly.

at the same time.

In the imperial study room.

Li Xuandao slowly opened his eyes, looked forward, and suddenly said: "Gu An, Fudao Sword Master, you should be able to hear what I say, right?"

After the words fell, the room was silent, and no one outside the room responded to him.

He took a deep breath, then stood up, walked around the table, rolled up his clothes, and knelt directly on the ground.

"Gu An, if we still have feelings for each other, please help me..."

Li Xuandao said with a firm face. After saying that, he actually started kowtow.

However, when his forehead was about to touch the ground, a hand caught his forehead and prevented his forehead from touching the ground.

Li Xuandao's pupils shrank and his body trembled slightly. He carefully looked up and saw that the person standing in front of him was Gu An!