In the early morning, the sky in the Northern Wilderness was slightly bright, and a large area of fire in the east dotted the sky, gradually tearing the night apart, from the high ground to the low place, the weeds were covered with layers of frost little by little, which was enough to prove that the temperature outside was low.

In this cold and low temperature, a few people can be seen sparsely, standing on a high slope, looking at the east like a sea of fire, it is obvious that the sun must be shining today.

Mo Tear was extremely helpless, the sky was just dawning, he was woken up by the master, he was originally sleepy, but he heard the master say that today is the day of the double star opposition, where did he still have the slightest sleepiness, and hurriedly followed the master out.

Yifan Taoist looked at the sky calmly, his expression was more serious than he had ever been, and Mo Tear felt that this god stick master who was like a swaggering and deceiving man on weekdays was like a fairy in a book at the moment, tall and unreachable.

Yifan Daoist sighed, stared at the red dazzle in the east, and said flatly: "Do you know why? Your senior brother and second senior sister are desperately helping you." ”

Mo was stunned, this question was too unexpected for him.

It stands to reason that at this critical moment, Master should have explained something about strange things, why did he suddenly talk about this topic?

"Because my brother and sister believe in me, I am not a son of destruction. Ink Tears replied affirmatively.

Yifan Daoist shook his head and said calmly: "You are armed with a mysterious technique, and you are holding a magic sword, after the determination of the thousand-year-old holy relic Xiao Wei, you are the son of the world, there should be no mistake." ”

Mo was stunned with tears, he had always believed that he was not the so-called son of the world, and now when he heard the master say this, he was a little suspicious of his identity.

"Because you're their little junior. Yifan Daoist suddenly spoke: "They only know that you are their junior brother, so they help you for no other reason." ”

Mo Tear was stunned again, it seemed that this answer was very nonsense, but it was also the only answer that could be explained.

As he spoke, the momentum of a mortal Daoist suddenly changed, and one after another gray and white circles of light spread from under his feet to all directions, and everywhere he went, the weeds stopped swaying, and the cold wind stopped howling...... It's as if time has frozen.

The surroundings also turned gray, and only a mortal Taoist and ink tears could still move, still full of color.

Mo Tear felt the powerful aura coming from the master, and unconsciously took a few steps back, looked up, and was instantly stunned.

A Taoist has a serious face, his whole body is surging, his clothes are swollen and vibrating, and his long hair is also flying in strands.

What's even more terrifying is that his eyes that are as vast as a sea of stars are like a glass of gray ink, and his eyes are infected with gray, which is particularly weird.

Mo Tears calmed his mind, he had never seen the master look like this, even in the face of 200,000 iron troops, the master had never shown such a clever momentum, and the depression made people unable to breathe and move.

A mortal Taoist took a step closer like ink tears, and lightly stepped on the ground with one foot, like a god about to soar, with thousands of momentum under his feet, instantly discharging the dust, and his feet slowly moved an inch off the ground.

Mo Tear raised his head slightly, and saw a mortal Taoist with his hands on his back, his feet gradually vacating, and his whole body was surging and surging, as if he had seen a god, and he was stupidly in place, and his face gradually became surprised.

Yifan Taoist said calmly: "The teacher helped you, not just because you are my little apprentice, but because the teacher believes in you, you are you, even if you are the legendary son of the world, your behavior is also determined by yourself."

But there are some words that the teacher has to make clear to you, people divide good and evil, good and evil are often in one thought, if you do evil and destroy the world, then you don't blame the teacher for being ruthless, destroying your body, destroying your soul. ”

Mo Tear listened carefully to the words of a mortal Taoist, bowed respectfully, and said, "Disciple, remember the master's teachings. ”

Yifan Taoist continued: "I have practiced for a thousand years as a teacher, but I have been refusing to fly away, not because I am nostalgic for mortal dust, I want to see you, what kind of time can you do in the future, if it is really as rumored, I am not afraid to be a teacher, you can destroy the world, I can create the world."

What you see and see today is that you have been enlightened by the teacher for a thousand years, concentrating on the void, and combining the magic law, even if you can reach the realm of true gods one day and can turn over your hands and destroy the world, but here for the teacher, after all, I am the master, you can understand. ”

Mo Tear nodded quietly, and suddenly found that every muscle and skin in his body seemed to have been solidified and still.

At this moment, he seemed to understand what a terrifying power it was for Master to control everything and even time as he wanted in this gray area.

Yifan Daoist slowly closed his eyes, his feet slowly fell to the ground, circles of dust fluttered around, gray quickly disappeared, returning to his original natural color, and everything was speeding up until it returned to balance.

Yifan Daoist slowly opened her eyes, and her inky black eyes looked a little tired, this was the strongest move she had realized for a thousand years, and once she used it, she would do her best.

But he had to do this, he wanted this little apprentice to see his true strength, using such a tough way, he just didn't want this little apprentice in front of him to go astray.

Mo Tear glanced at the master again, dressed in a shabby Taoist robe, with a decent length, coupled with that extremely unserious smile, coupled with the wooden sword behind him, I am afraid that whoever sees him will only think that he is a down-and-out Taoist.

No one could have imagined that he was the only person in the world who dared to call out the Emperor of Hedao, a mortal who didn't want to become a god.

Yifan Taoist held his hands, quietly looked at the rising fiery red sun, and said flatly: "It's coming soon!"

Mo Tear also looked up at the sky, except for a fiery red sun hanging high in the sky, there was nothing unusual.

If it were a normal time, Mo Tear would definitely think that this damn master was swaggering and deceiving again, but now he doesn't have this kind of thought anymore, he can only say that he is clumsy, and he can't see that kind of mysterious and indescribable thing.

Once in order to provoke Mo Sheng, he said casually, "My master can blast you out of two miles with a fart." Now it seems that Mo Tear actually feels that this sentence may become a reality.

Suddenly, Mo Tear's face gradually became frightened, and in his eyes, a strange and mysterious picture was presented.

Above the eastern sky, it was suddenly pitch black, and the fiery red sun that obscured the sky, and in just a moment, a white ice ball appeared in the sky, sprinkling a large area of brilliance.

The white ice ball, the fiery red fireball, hung high above the eastern sky, lighting up the whole world, and the fiery red and white rays of light quickly pierced the sky, splitting the sky into two halves.

Half white, half fiery red.

Two balls, one red and one white, hung in the east, shooting down with a brilliant light and echoing each other.

And an even more bizarre scene is brewing little by little in the extremely cold land of the Northern Wilderness.

In the sky of the Northern Wilderness, huge dark clouds were instantly dense, flying over the head of Mo Tear, and Mo Tear looked in the direction of the dark cloud.

In the distant sky, the black oppression is overwhelming, and it seems that the two dazzling giant balls in the sky cannot light it up, and it looks so dark and depressing, as if the end of the world is coming, dead and silent.

In the pitch-black sky, a cluster of Dao light suddenly flashed, sparse and sparse, and with a shocking bang, a huge golden light broke through the layers of darkness and smashed straight into the earth, like an air current, rolling and shaking in all directions.

Where the golden light fell, it was connected to each other in a rift that shimmered with white light, and the golden light seemed to be a stairway between the earth and the sky.

At such a distance, Mo Tear seemed to be able to feel the power of that coercion

The wind around them became even stronger, rolling up bursts of weeds and dirt, rushing like crazy.

It is not difficult to see that the boundless rift valley located in the extremely cold land of the north is exactly the place where countless immortal masters gathered seventeen years ago, and they discussed it beside the rift valley for three days and three nights, but did not reach an accurate conclusion, and then left one after another.

Yifan Daoist looked at the golden light calmly, as if thinking about the past, and after a while, he said, "Get ready, let's go." ”

Mo Tear nodded firmly, and quickly ran down the mountain, rushing to prepare the necessary things when setting off.

Such a vision in the sky attracted the exclamation of countless people.

Some people say that it is the immortals who descend to the mortal world, sprinkle light and spread countless blessings, so on the corner of the street and alley, you can see a person kowtowing to the ground, praying for the blessing of God.

And in the face of this miracle-like vision, the Holy Sword Gate was extremely indifferent, looking at it quietly, and it seemed that they didn't have too many feelings.

For them, today is an important day, it is said that the head of the sect is going to go far away, and it seems that he will also bring the holy relic of the Holy Sword Gate for thousands of years—an evil sword that has nourished in the blood pool for thousands of years.

Everyone knows that almost half of the top ten treasures on the world's treasure spectrum are from the Holy Sword Gate, and the evil sword that has never been born for thousands of years is not on the top ten treasure spectrum.

Everyone knew that because that sword was so powerful that no one could control it for thousands of years.

At this moment, Leng Minyi calmly walked towards the sword mound, full of swords, he ignored it, and walked inward.

Walking to the innermost, there is a pool of blood, the pool is glowing with blood-red light, in the center of the blood pool, a three-inch-long, red-fleshed sword stands straight in the air, the only strange thing is that the blood in the pool keeps rolling around the sword, forming a circle, wrapping the sword.

There was an old man sitting cross-legged next to the pool, with a dry body, hunched back and slightly closed eyes, never looking back, and said: "This sword is called Heavenly Evil, and it has been stored in this blood pool for thousands of years, for thousands of years, countless people have tried, but no one can take it away, and the head of the sect also wants to try it today." ”

Leng Minyi saluted respectfully and said lightly: "Yes, I want to give it a try." ”

The old man spoke again: "You are extremely talented, rare in the world, and you can break the heavenly tribulation in an instant, which is unbelievable and terrifying. But you should have seen that there are people outside the world, and there are heavens outside the sky, right?"

Leng Minyi said sincerely: "Well, that person is very strong, even if I can control this sword, I can't be that person's opponent in this life." ”

The old man smiled, "It's good to know, then why do you want to take it again." ”

"I'm going on a long trip. Leng Minyi's voice was still cold, "You may need it." ”

"Have you figured it out?" asked the old man.

"Hmm. Leng Minyi replied affirmatively, "The sect has been handed over to Mo Sheng, if I can't come back, the next head will be him." ”

The old man sighed and said, "You don't have to be like this, you know very well that the little apprentice that Mo Sheng brought back may be the most talented person in the past thousand years, and over time, he will definitely be able to..."

Leng Minyi didn't let him finish his words, so he interjected: "I went out this time, it has nothing to do with the sect, I just want to go out for a walk and take a look, what is the vastness of this world?"

"That might kill you. ”

"Don't be afraid. ”

"You're still young, there must be another chance like this, why don't you go again next time?"

"At that time, I'm afraid I won't be able to let go of here, and my mood will be very different, so it's better to go now. ”

The old man didn't say much, just sighed, as one of the seven old sword slaves, and also as one of Leng Minyi's masters, he didn't want this extremely talented apprentice to go back forever.

But he knew very well the nature of this apprentice, and no amount of persuasion was useless, so he didn't say anything more.

Leng Minyi slowly knelt on the ground, bowed his head, and said, "Master, take me to say goodbye to the other six masters." ”

The old man sighed again and snorted: "You have to go quickly, otherwise those six old things will come out, and according to the rules, you may not be able to leave." ”

Leng Minyi stood up slowly, his eyes locked on the blood-red Heavenly Evil Sword, he slowly stretched out his hand, his five fingers were slightly bent, he twisted it hard, and shouted softly, "The sword is coming." ”

The Heavenly Evil Sword, which was surrounded by blood and water, trembled in an instant with a cold drink, and with a swish, it turned into a red light and flew to Leng Minyi's hand.

Leng Minyi saluted again and turned to leave.

"Remember, it's easy to take it, it's hard to control, don't think that if we old men release water and let you take it away, you can really control it easily," the old man snorted.

"Thank you, Master, for the point. Leng Minyi's figure had disappeared, but his voice vibrated in the sword mound.

"Oh yes, you old man really doesn't know the rules, how can you let him take the sword?"

"You're embarrassed to fart here, you can't hide, and you want me to obey the rules alone, it's too thief!"

"Forget it, let him take it, if he can come back alive, I will give away the sword in this cave casually. ”

"Haha. ”

"However, he seems to have called us master just now, that kid is also unruly, the sword slave is the sword slave, how can he be the master of the head?"

"You kid just steal the fun! How many years have you been waiting for that master? ”

"Hmph, he called you twice, only one for us, did you earn it?"

"Who told you to hide?"

“......”

I don't know when six old men appeared in the dark, arguing and laughing with the previous one, and finally they all returned to silence, looking at the direction where Leng Minyi disappeared.

The seven people glanced at each other, smiled and said generously: "There have been seven swords into the Northern Wilderness, one sword river and sea inverted flow, two swords rise from the sand, three swords storm and rain gather, four swords break the armor of tens of millions of soldiers, five swords open mountains and destroy stones, six swords burst out of thousands of feet of waves, seven swords are full of cold light, if the seven swords have a reappearance day, it must be when the sword god comes out." ”