On Lingjian Mountain, golden light splashed, like a golden kingdom.

Thousands of sword marks rang together, as if they were congratulating the newborn sword marks.

A mysterious atmosphere filled the entire Lingjian Mountain, and endless runes jumped out, like a long river, lingering around the new sword marks, and finally engraved in the center of the ten thousand sword marks.

"One sword crushes ten thousand spells!?" The Great Elder of the Hermitage Yard moved his beard and hair, and his old eyes shone with a frightening splendor.

He looked at Lingjian Mountain in disbelief, his wrinkled face was full of surprise.

"It's amazing. It seems that the master is right. I'm too weak." Jiang Longyuan stared at the spirit sword with a shocking expression.

He was completely convinced by what the master said when he was parting.

The outside world is too big, and there are a lot of people like him.

Before, he was defeated by Zhou Dao, and he was holding a breath in his heart, but now seeing Zhou Dao's demeanor, he was completely convinced.

In this world, he has to see each other before he can grow.

At this moment, Jiang Longyuan had already made up his mind to follow Zhou Dao all the time.

"Succeed...it's successful...it's really successful..." Su Yaoji's face turned pale, and she couldn't believe it.

Throughout the past 100,000 years, there have been 3,000 guests, who can leave their name here?

Leaving sword marks on Lingjian Mountain is not only a great honor, but also a proof of strength.

Even after thousands of years, his vicious reputation will not be obliterated by the years, it will remain here and be admired by all generations.

Such an honor, in fact, the common people can get their hands on it.

Going back, the last person to leave a name on the mountain was more than 30 years ago, Zhou Xuan, the previous king of the Yuan Dynasty.

"No wonder he was able to win the last seat at the Shanhai Banquet."

Su Yaoji sighed softly.

Originally, at the Mountain and Sea Banquet, Zhou Dao added one more seat after the twenty-eight seats, stepped into the realm of Chenggang, and was already the first person of his generation to be the Yuyaosi.

Now, as soon as he entered the Hermitage, he left his own sword marks on Lingjian Mountain.

This move will definitely cause shocks in the world, and the brilliance above the head will become even more dazzling.

"Yuan Wang... Mountain and Sea Banquet... Lingjian Mountain..." Su Yaoji couldn't help but smile wryly.

She couldn't figure out how there could be such a person in this world? Are others still alive?

At this moment, her heart was rippling, and the sense of powerlessness made her feel an unprecedented emptiness, as if she needed something to fill.

"My God, he actually did it, leaving his name on the mountain, resonating with thousands of swords... Is this still a human?"

Shen Langyan and Meng Zhibai looked at each other, trembling with excitement.

That appearance reminds me of that day when Ha Shiqi rode the three princesses of Mount Rong, and reached the peak after a cloud and rain, with a long aftertaste that is unforgettable.

Today, they witnessed a miracle, a legend.

Even decades later, they can still proudly say to their descendants that I saw with my own eyes that King Yuan climbed the mountain and left marks on that day.

The demeanor of that man is unparalleled in the world.

"If one day I can reach this state, it will be worth dying for." Shen Langyan murmured.

It is enough to die in the morning and evening.

From the moment they met Zhou Dao, their destiny began to change, and they had an unprecedented desire for power.

At this moment, the imprint in the center of the thousands of sword marks, like a monument, stands in the heart, forging them to move forward bravely.

"It's definitely possible." Meng Zhibai gritted his teeth.

The two looked at each other and clasped their hands tightly, bursting out the spark of brotherhood.

"Jianzhu, you have taken in a good apprentice." The Great Elder of the Hermitage could not help sighing.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of sadness that the times had changed.

There is always a new trend in Jianglang, and Qianfan will be overwhelmed immediately.

He has seen too many geniuses, rising and falling... Along the way, how many people can climb that mountain?

"King Yuan... is worthy of being King Yuan." The Great Elder of the Hermitage sighed.

More than 30 years ago, Zhou Xuan also climbed that mountain, and the mayfly sword art shocked the world, leaving an immortal imprint.

Today, more than 30 years have passed, and a new era is rolling in.

When Shiyuan King came again, the mountain climbing left traces.

The time of yesterday seemed to be right in front of my eyes.

This is like a reincarnation, the fate is unspeakable, revealing the mystery of fate.

"Great Elder, what else do you have to say?" Jian Zhu glanced at him and said calmly.

His expression moved slightly, but the pride in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

This time, Zhou Dao made him look good.

"Young people are awesome." The Great Elder of the Hermitage had to admit that when he was King Yuan, he already had the aptitude to hit the top.

Once he steps into the Dragon Gate, he will break through the Dao Realm.

At that time, the world is vast, and he will be the top group of existences.

"He should be able to enter the Lost Cemetery." Jianzhu said in a deep voice with his eyes narrowed.

The Great Elder of the Yinyuan's face trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but glanced at Jianzhu.

"What Zhou Xuan left behind will naturally be inherited by the King Yuan of this life. How can it fall into the hands of outsiders?"

Of course Li Zangfeng knew that when Zhou Xuan entered the hermitage and opened the lost cemetery, he left important things there.

He was waiting, waiting for his successor to follow in his footsteps and take that thing away.

"God Chu...was recognized by the previous King Yuan, he is not considered an outsider." The Great Elder of the Yinyuan emphasized.

He had high hopes for that young man.

It is no exaggeration to say that before Zhou Daofu, he was almost the best young man he had ever seen, with extraordinary talent and unparalleled in the world.

Not only was he recognized by the previous King Yuan, he even opened the [Lost Cemetery] that had been silent for many years.

Such an existence naturally won the approval of Great Elder Yinyuan.

"Not counting?" Jian Zhu sneered: "In front of him, anyone can only be counted as an outsider."

Li Zangfeng pointed to Zhou Dao on Lingjian Mountain.

The Great Elder of the Yinyuan frowned slightly, although he was a little puzzled, he still nodded: "I can let him enter the Lost Tomb."

"In fact, someone has already come to say hello."

"Who?" Li Zangfeng couldn't help asking.

"The one from the book club."

Li Zangfeng was relieved, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes.

rumbling...

Suddenly, Lingjian Mountain shook violently, and above the floating clouds in the nine heavens, a phantom slowly rose.

It was an ancient Taoist temple, with Zhou Dao's figure set off.

"Ping An..." Li Zangfeng's body trembled slightly, and a terrifying splendor burst out from his eyes.

At this moment, his emotions fluctuated violently, even more intense than Zhou Dao's mountaineering and imprinting just now.

"Peace...Peace...the hope of this life!"

Li Zangfeng murmured, as if at the end of the night, he finally saw that ray of light.

rumbling...

Suddenly, the phantom of that ancient Taoist temple dissipated in an instant, and then, the floating clouds shattered, and a golden light flew up from Lingjian Mountain, piercing through the air.

"That is…"

"The sword marks left by Mijueluo actually flew away?"

"Headmaster Longhushan, he lost his imprint to a junior, so he doesn't want to stay here?"

The Great Elder of the Hermitage could not help being astonished, this scene was beyond his expectation.

"Mijueluo!"

Li Zangfeng's eyes sank, chewing on the name.

Even as a sword pillar, he still fears the headmaster of Longhushan, which is his senior brother's great enemy.

Today, Zhou Dao's mountaineering marks may have attracted the attention of the number one Taoist.

…

Lingzhao Mountain, Imperial Palace.

The situation changed suddenly, and in front of the majestic palace, the sea of ​​clouds was churning, and the waves were treacherous.

Ye Miaoxian was dressed in palace makeup, glamorous and charming, and there was a young man standing behind him, who was obviously Wu Xuanxin.

"With your current strength, it is wishful thinking to deal with Zhou Dao."

"That's why I want to use the power of Imperial Palace." Wu Xuan gritted his teeth.

Ye Miaoxian was noncommittal: "Little ghost, why are you?"

call…

As soon as Wu Xuanxin raised his hand, a black shadow flew out from his sleeve and landed heavily on the ground.

It was a man, covered in blood, who had been tortured unknowingly, his skin was ripped apart, and every good part of his body roared like a wild beast.

"Wu Cang Mountain!?" Ye Miaoxian glanced at it.

"One share of Ye Kong's essence was three. To show my sincerity, I am willing to dedicate Wucang Mountain." Wu Xuan gritted his teeth.

This is the path that Lu Xianyang pointed out for him, even though there are ten thousand people who are unwilling, he has to do it.

"What about you?" Ye Miaoxian said lightly.

Ye Kong's essence was divided into three parts, which were obtained by Wu Cangshan, Wu Xuanxin and Qi Hao respectively.

"I…"

rumbling...

Suddenly, the sky shook, and a golden light soared into the sky, and it was fleeting, causing the Imperial Palace to tremble.

Ye Miaoxian's expression changed, and a piece of information came, causing a look of shock to appear on her pretty face.

"I didn't expect that kid to go so far. It's a good way to climb the mountain and leave a mark." Ye Miaoxian murmured softly.

Wu Xuanxin pricked up his ears, not knowing what happened.

After a while, Ye Miaoxian took a deep breath to hide the thoughts in her heart.

"Prince Yuan is very lucky. You have all fought against him. Although you have been defeated repeatedly, you have survived a hundred battles. In fact, you are all his nemesis."

Ye Miaoxian's voice became extremely mysterious.

"As long as he fails once, it will be beyond redemption."

As he spoke, Ye Miaoxian tapped his jade hand lightly, a ray of light flashed and sank into Wu Cangshan's body.

The latter roared, his body shook, and the wounds all over the place healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. In an instant, the dragon and the tiger were fierce, and the terrifying breath shook the sky.

"Wu Xuanxin..." Wu Cangshan regained his strength, his eyes shone fiercely, and he yelled violently.

"Your enemy is Zhou Dao." Ye Miaoxian said lightly.

"Go, now is the opportunity."

With a wave of Ye Miaoxian's hand, Wu Xuanxin and Wu Cangshan disappeared in place.

The mountain wind is hunting, and the sea of ​​clouds is changing, just like the world of mortals, with various forms.

"Palace Master, you sent those two boys to the Lost Cemetery?" Elder Tian Xing walked from the side.

"Their strength is insignificant, but they can help God Chu and lead Zhou Dao in the dark." Ye Miaoxian was confident.

"Zhou Tianxuanzong... are they really sure that they can inherit everything from that man?" Elder Tian Xing was a little suspicious.

"Back then, he founded Zhou Tianxuan Sect in order to prevent that one day, when he was not around, everything belonging to King Yuan would not fall into the hands of others." When Ye Miaoxian said of him, he was naturally referring to Zhou Xuan.

In fact, Zhou Xuan was so bold back then that he had intended to end the Yuan King Fa Conference.

He kept Zhou Tianxuanzong behind, no matter who came to the throne of Yuan King again later, Zhou Tianxuanzong could deprive him of everything.

God Chu is the descendant of Zhou Tianxuanzong.

In a sense, he is the successor of Zhou Xuanzhi.

"Back then, after that man's death, the Xuanzong of Zhou Tian was divided into two. Are they really sure?" Elder Tian Xing asked again.

"Zhou Tian Xuanzong is divided into [Ming Meridian] and [Hidden Meridian]. After so many years of killing, the Yin Meridian has long been extinct, and everything is naturally decided by the Ming Meridian. If it wasn't for their help back then, how could Kong'er absorb the power of King Yuan?" Ye Miaoxian said lightly.

In fact, there was also the shadow of Mingmai in besieging and killing Zhou Xuan back then.

Later Zhou Tianxuanzong split, and Mingmai even exterminated Zhou Xuan's most loyal Yinmai, and now, Zhoutian Xuanzong has completely fallen into Mingmai's hands.

"Palace Master, you seem to trust that young man called God Chu..."

Elder Tianxing bowed his body and asked a meaningful sentence.

Ye Miaoxian looked at the long sea of ​​clouds in front of her without turning her head.

"Of course I should trust him."

That sigh sounded long and leisurely, revealing a little tenderness.

…

Dragon and Tiger Mountain.

In front of an ancient well.

The Cang Yue hung high, reflected in the ancient well, and the phantom floated and rippled.

An old man in Taoist robes sat beside the ancient well.

Suddenly, a ray of golden light broke through the sky and landed in front of him.

"When Shi Yuan Wang...is an amazing little guy." The old man whispered, showing a playful smile.

hum...

Suddenly, that ray of golden light squirmed and turned into a sharp sword mark, faintly, there was a dragon and tiger sword intent floating.

In today's world, the only one who can leave a sword mark to take back Mijueluo is of course him.

"Go with the flow."

Mijueluo waved his hand, and the ray of golden light sank into the well, like a fish swimming in the depths, and disappeared.

No one knows, how many years later, this opportunity will fall into whose hands.

"Master, has someone moved your brand?"

At this moment, a young man came slowly. His face could not be called handsome, but the temperament between his brows was special, as natural as the universe, noble as the sky, brilliant and unattainable.

Up and down Longhu Mountain, there is only one person who is qualified to call Mijueluo a master.

Wang Tong!

This is known as the most terrifying existence among the younger generation of Daomen today.

"The disciple of Jianzhu is quite interesting. He has shown his fangs. He may be your strong enemy in the future." Mi Jueluo said indifferently.

"The future?" Wang Tong shook his head: "People in the world, who has a future, can only be decided by me."

Mijueluo laughed.

It seemed quite natural for such arrogance to appear on Wang Tong. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

"In today's world, only Lin Jie is qualified to stand in front of me..." Wang Tong whispered, and a figure appeared in his mind, three parts arrogant and seven parts evil.

"Master, what chance do you think I have of winning?" Wang Tong asked suddenly.

"If Lin Jie is just Lin Jie, you have a 90% chance of winning." Mi Jueluo said solemnly.

"Unfortunately, he is still the disciple of the old alcoholic...so, you only have a 50% chance of winning."

As he spoke, Mi Jueluo's eyes sank slightly, and he looked at the wine gourd hanging on the dead wood branch next to the ancient well, and a complicated expression appeared on his old face.

"Wang Tong."

"Master?"

"In this life, let's kill their lineage."

The night wind howled, blowing through the flowing clouds, covering the vast and bright moon.

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