"The Sword of the Great Dao. ”

Chu Feng and Yang Wenqin sensed this aura at the same time.

The five Great Emperors present all felt this breath.

The old man's expression was the most frightened, he followed this breath, looking at the sword that was slowly floating in Wutong Mountain, his expression was mixed with too many things.

There is fear, there is fear, there is a sudden realization, there is a sense of loss, and there is even a hint of relief.

A hundred years ago, there was a different kind of child who came to Fengming Villa.

The boy was playful, but very talented, and spent almost no effort on his cultivation, but he was more dazzling than any genius of his time.

That is his favorite disciple in the past thousand years, more than anyone else, whether it is Li Sansan, who has been brilliant for three hundred years, or Feng Yinli, who is later, in his eyes, it is far inferior to a single hair of this child.

This kid's name is Chen Han.

This child was also very self-conscious when he was young, because he and another genius, Zhu Yuntong, were killed by their common master, Qian Pu, who had been killed in the Tiangong Mansion, and in front of many people, in the melee, he abolished Gong Yixin.

Since that time, Chen Han has been known as the first genius of contemporary times.

But this first day only after reaching the peak of the sixth order, there was no progress in the slightest, that year, Chen Han was sixteen years old.

It was also that year that Chen Han built a grass house in the somewhat desolate Wutong Mountain, then led a mountain spring, built a pool, and picked up a stone at random, and began to read, write, and paint quietly in Wutong Mountain.

Since then, it has only changed hands on the first day to the Rouge of Canghai Pavilion, and the name Chen Han has gradually faded.

And in Fengming Villa, the name has become an eternal joke.

Everyone thought that Chen Han had exhausted his talents, but only one person in this world knew that this was not the case.

This man is the old man.

The old man admired Chen Han very much, and he knew that he needed help, so he took Chen Han into the forbidden land of the back mountain, so that he could see the imprisoned phoenix.

He thought that phoenix blood and phoenix flesh could be very tempting to this young man, but he miscalculated this young man's heart.

"Life without death is boring. Chen Han just replied to the old man like this, rejected his hospitality, and even cut off his foundation in order to get back his senior brother, and he could never go up to the seventh order again, which cut off the old man's thoughts.

The old man didn't kill Chen Han, because killing Chen Han didn't do him any good.

He let Chen Han leave and let Chen Han go to Wutong Mountain and not have contact with outsiders.

Because of this, Chen Han went to Wutong Mountain, where he lived, reading books and cultivating the Tao with all his heart.

The old man felt sorry for Chen Han, because with Chen Han's mental talent, he could already reach the ninth order, but unfortunately, Chen Han was unwilling to go with him.

Until Chen Han died.

The year Chen Han died was the year when Huang began a new round of Nirvana, and that day was also the day when Huang failed in the previous round of Nirvana and was forced to enter the next round of Nirvana.

That day, the old man's attention was on the Nirvana of the Phoenix, and when he learned of Chen Han's death afterwards, he was full of regret.

In the winter of the fifth year after Chen Han's death, when the old man was in retreat to digest the phoenix blood he had absorbed, the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array that had been left behind by the ancient emperor was destroyed by an inexplicable force, making it impossible for the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array to close perfectly.

At the beginning of the sixth year, the old man who woke up from the retreat found that the spirit of the phoenix had left the body at some point, and that it was only a body that was locked under the Luofeng Mountain, and the effect of the phoenix's blood and flesh immediately decreased.

After continuous tracking and exploration, he finally found the girls in Ziqiong County, and some of the girls who were supposed to die were forcibly awakened by the power of the phoenix and gathered in Ziqiong County, and the phoenix hid in them.

Borrowing the hands of the disciples of Fengming Villa, he finally recovered the primordial spirit of the phoenix that lived in the dead body, but he could no longer unite the primordial spirit with the body.

Despite this, the body of the little girl who lived in the primordial god also possessed most of the flesh and blood of the phoenix.

At that time, the old man thought that it was Huang herself who broke through the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array, and she also escaped with her own strength.

But now the moment he saw this sword, he finally woke up to the fact that everything was Chen Han's ghost.

Chen Han did so many things under his nose, which made him very angry.

Then he looked at the sword and felt more and more disgusted, the existence of the sword seemed to mock him, and every inch of light made him want to destroy the sword completely, so as to erase his own humiliation.

But the sword still hung high in the night sky, glowing calmly.

"Oh, this son was born three hundred years early, and today he should be your enemy. Chu Feng said a little jokingly, but the offensive in his hand did not weaken in the slightest, the blood light between the two palms they intersected was gathering, and it never stopped for a moment, and the small vision of a little blood condensation had already changed into thousands of worlds in their palms, and countless encounters and collisions made these thousands of worlds constantly collapse and disintegrate, born in one breath, and destroyed in only one breath.

What Chu Feng said was a bit of a joke, but it was by no means a simple joke, because the power contained in this sword was something that the Great Emperor had to be moved by.

The sword finally moved slowly, and it calmly drew a trajectory in the air, as brilliant as a rainbow after rain.

The sword moved slowly for a small distance, and then vanished into the night.

The moment it disappeared into the night, it appeared in Ye Siqing's hand, and wisps of red and yellow light escaped in all directions, coating Ye Siqing's somewhat pale little face with a layer of yellow.

The sword trembled slightly, as if calling for Ye Siqing to pick it up, and let out a soft groan.

Ye Siqing hesitated for a moment, then reached out and grabbed the hilt of this sword.

There was an extremely warm feeling in the hand of the sword, and in an instant, there was a warmth that made Ye Siqing feel very comfortable, and the pain spreading in the hundreds of bones in her limbs subsided in an instant, making her stripped flesh and blood, tendons and bones connected.

Her jade feet quickly changed into roots, and although they were very weak, as they took root in the earth and merged with the leylines, she was able to heal three points faster.

She tightened her grip on the sword.

This sword is not a physical sword, it is a spiritual sword.

This is a genius she doesn't know who it is, and a sword condensed with her life's work.

This sword interweaves all the rules of that genius, all the realizations, all the feelings.

She can feel that the life of that genius, in just a hundred years, has realized what many people have exhausted their lives, tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, and even millions of years have not realized.

Just holding this sword, Ye Siqing's heart was already shaken, which made her have to admire the genius who gave birth to this sword.

This genius was born with the Tao, lived, existed, and passed away, and his reputation was unknown and no one knew about it.

But he was closer to the Heavenly Dao than anyone else, and even in the long memories she had, it was really rare.

A person with such qualifications may take tens of thousands of years to give birth to a person in the vast Six Realms, but they may not be able to achieve such an achievement.

This sword is also a sword that can only appear in the world for tens of thousands of years, the sword of the Heavenly Dao.

Ye Siqing closed his eyes.

A vast grassland appeared in front of Ye Siqing's eyes.

The grassland is very lush, the grass is very high, almost as high as Ye Siqing's shoulders, as soon as she lowers her head, the leaves of the delicate green grass will gently rub her face, slightly itchy, but a little comfortable.

At the end of the prairie are green hills, which turn from cyan in the near distance, to bluish gray, to deep in the distance, and then gradually fade after the clouds.

Ye Siqing took a few steps slightly, pushed aside the grass, and moved forward. She hadn't taken a few steps before she saw a stream, a river that shone like a silver ribbon in the sun.

The river reflected the sky, the sky was clear, and the blue was extremely clean and pure. The white clouds are tall and soft, like sheep with rolling fluff.

There are fish, large and small, chasing and frolicking, clinging to the variegated pebbles, swimming in the crystal clear water.

There was a rustling sound in the distance.

Ye Siqing raised his head and looked at the place where the sound came from, where the grass was shaking slightly.

A vermilion, round bird gently jumped out of the crowded grass and jumped briskly in front of Ye Siqing.

The little bird's eyes widened, tilted his head, and looked at Ye Siqing.

Ye Siqing smiled, squatted down, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the little bird jumped up and landed in Ye Siqing's palm, and then it sat down.

Ye Siqing stood up, only to find that the scene around her had changed when she focused on the bird.

The grass had all withered, the creek had dried up, the green hills in the distance were bare ridges, and the sky was left with a dull haze.

Ye Siqing was a little sad, but the little bird shook his head slightly.

Ye Siqing knew what that shaking his head meant, and he knew what the change of scene meant.

But she is an immortal, she is a child of the leyline, and her duty is to bring life to the world, to go to places where the leylines are difficult to reach, to reconcile the aura there, so that the earth can be rejuvenated.

She sighed and planted her roots deep in the earth, so that the verdant hem of her skirt gradually stained the earth, and a little bud grew from under her skirt, gradually spreading in all directions.

In just a breath, the world came back to life, so verdant that it seemed as if the paint was about to flow out of the picture.

Then she caught a wisp of wind.

An extremely cool breeze.

It should have been an invisible wind, but with a touch of red, it wrapped around her fingertips.

She was stunned, and then sneered and said, "It's really useless, was the Yuan Shen beaten so that he had to flee here?"

She immediately snorted a little unhappily and said, "Sister, don't worry so much about you, you still owe your sister's peach blossom, and before you return it to your sister, you can't be taken away by others." ”

The crimson wind swirled gently between her fingers, making her slightly angry.

Then she said helplessly: "The sword is good, but I don't know how to use the sword." ”

She was silent for a moment and continued, "So I'm going to fuse your primordial spirit with my primordial god for a short time. ”

Ye Siqing closed his eyes.

In front of her, the galaxy fairy appeared, and the old man appeared.

And, of course, the sword in her hand that had been mixed with a large area of turquoise.

On that sword, there is a sword intent germinating.