In the woods, an incredible crack suddenly appeared out of thin air, and a young man walked out of the crack, his eyes were full of vicissitudes, and two sharp eyes shot out of his eyes, only to see him look around, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he said coldly: "I! Lingyun is finally back!"

Ling Yun, once the third prince of the Great Xia Dynasty, was extremely talented, he stepped into Xuanzong at a young age, and he stepped into Xuanzun at all, such a demonic talent, I don't know how many people envy him in the entire Great Xia Dynasty.

"The third prince Lingyun, the first person with qualifications for a thousand years!"

This was a good saying that was spread in the entire Great Xia Dynasty from the folk Taoist palace at that time, and countless people admired it and believed in it.

It's a pity that genius is always jealous of heaven, and when he was in the prime of his life, he was betrayed by his fiancée Yang Qingyu and conspired with his own brother Ling Xuan to assassinate him.

Ling Yun remembered the night he was killed, even after so many years, everything that happened was still vivid.

Ling Xuan and Yang Qingyu's faces were gloomy, looking at them viciously, forcing themselves to jump into the wild void and let the void devour them.

He Ling Xuan hugged Yang Qingyu in front of him, his face was full of ridicule: "Ling Yun, don't blame me for being ruthless, you are too stupid, haven't you heard that Mu Xiu will be destroyed by Lin Feng? You are so sharp! You want to take away my woman, how can I let you live in this world?"

"Don't look at me with that kind of eyes, do you really think that in this world you can control everything by virtue of talent alone? This is just an idea that an extremely stupid idiot like you can have, I tell you, the myth of your Ling Yun will definitely come to an end today! And I, Ling Xuan, will become the myth of the entire Great Xia Dynasty, and only I, Ling Xuan, can control this world!"

Seeing that Ling Yun's body was about to be completely devoured, Ling Xuan fiercely hugged Yang Qingyu into his arms, Yang Qingyu leaned on his shoulder with a shyly face, not showing even a trace of sadness for Ling Yun's death, not only that, but her face showed the same contemptuous expression as Ling Xuan.

"Lingyun, since you are about to disappear from this world, I'll tell you the truth, I, Yang Qingyu, have never liked you, my heart has long been Brother Xuan's, it's all to blame the old man for messing around with mandarin ducks, and actually let me marry you, it's really ridiculous, how can I fall in love with you? If I want to blame you, blame the old man!"

The picture kept flashing through Ling Yun's mind, and this scene reminded him every day, revenge, revenge!

Think about how he Ling Yun treated Ling Xuan in the first place? Although he was born into the royal family, Ling Yun never thought of fighting with Ling Xuan for anything, not only that, but he also regarded Ling Xuan as his own reverse scale! Who dared to provoke Ling Xuan, he Ling Yun would be inseparable from the other party! How many times did such feelings appear in the imperial family?

As for Yang Qingyu, she was originally a waste person, not only was she riddled with all kinds of diseases, but she didn't even have the qualifications to cultivate, she relied on herself to suck the essence and blood in her body, making her stand out and become a rare genius in the world!

However, he treated the two of them so well, but suffered such an end, how could he make him Ling Yun forget this revenge!

Back then, he Lingyun fell into the wild void stream, his body wandered in it like a ghost, even if he was extremely talented, he couldn't resist the devouring of the void current, and endured the pain of ten thousand ants devouring his heart every day, just when he thought he was going to die, but another white light and shadow broke through the waves in the void stream.

Ling Yun, who thought that his soul was scattered, only saw a vague figure, and before he could figure out what was going on, the next second he appeared on a barren continent, and his body that had been devoured to almost nothing actually returned to its original appearance.

"This place is a sword burial! When your sword path is complete, you can go out from here!"

Suddenly, a line of large characters floated in the void, and what surprised Ling Yun even more was that these words made a pleasant sound and turned into his mind, like a heavenly sound.

Ling Yun quickly recovered from his loss, knowing that his chance to take revenge had finally come, although he didn't know who saved him, but Ling Yun knew that his identity was definitely extraordinary, and the first thing he had to do now was to cultivate quickly, because only in this way, he could really take revenge!

Ling Yun looked around and found that this place was indeed as its name suggested, a sword burial, a sword burial, and the grave of countless sword emperors and swords!

Suppressing the emotion in his heart, he calmed down his heart and began to comprehend his surroundings.

Although he Lingyun was recognized as the first person with a thousand years of talent, and he himself was proud of this title, when he was cultivating here, he realized that his previous thoughts were too naïve, and how small his previous cognition was.

Time passed day by day, month by month, year by year, and a full seven hundred years passed! Ling Yun finally completed his sword path and left from the wilderness.

Seven hundred years, who can endure this loneliness? If it weren't for the infinite hatred in his heart, Ling Yun didn't know if he would be able to survive to this day.

Although it has been so long, Ling Yun found that his appearance has not changed in the slightest, but he doesn't know if the Great Xia Dynasty is still alive or not for seven hundred months, is he Ling Xuan and Yang Qingyu still alive in this world?

As time passed, although there were many doubts, the hatred in Ling Yun's heart did not decrease in the slightest, but it was no longer as visible on his face as it once was, and it had long been buried deep in his heart.

"Where am I?"

Ling Yun looked around, shook his head helplessly, and suddenly his figure flashed, and he instantly appeared thousands of miles away.

It took him only a ten-thousandth of a second to cross a city and county, and it only took a ten-thousandth of a second for him to know where he was.

Taiwu!

A distant and familiar name!

Coming out of the sword burial, Ling Yun had already found that his cultivation had slipped, all of this was in his expectations, this was the shackle between the barren land and reality, and if he wanted to return to the peak, he could only continue to cultivate!

Ling Yun looked around, Taiwu was extremely remote, and he couldn't find half a figure in the wilderness, so he wanted to find someone to ask if this place was still the Great Xia Dynasty.

"Help!"

Just when Ling Yun was about to continue to explore forward, suddenly a girl's cry for help came, making his movements pause slightly, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and in the next second, his figure appeared several miles away.

Ling Yun saw a girl with a graceful figure, only seventeen or eighteen years old, fleeing in the mountains and forests in a hurry, her long blue skirt was cut by branches in many places, but she didn't care, she just ran away.

"I didn't expect that there could be such a beautiful woman in this barren mountain?"

Ling Yun stood in the distance and watched the girl's actions strangely, without the intention of stepping forward to help, because he also found that not far behind the girl, several fierce and vicious men were following the girl's footsteps and jumping towards her.