The vast and desolate land, the talents are multiplied, and in the long river of time, endless magic has been bred. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info the small existence of human beings in the world and the earth, and they are indeed unwilling to let the heavens and the earth decide their own fate, so generation after generation pursues the supreme power and eternal life with the four words of going against the sky. In the history of mankind, it seems that only ethereal races such as gods and demons can master the laws of heaven and earth and compete with the sky. And countless amazing and brilliant people have finally comprehended the deeper laws of heaven and earth in martial arts, and these laws have finally given human beings the power to go against the sky and a longer life. Since then, the theory of cultivating immortals has prevailed in this desolate land, and in this way, it has a history of more than 100,000 years.

Tens of thousands of years of long river, witnessed the rise and fall of one after another immortal sects, among which the powerful, there is no lack of people who can move the sky and change the sun, split the earth and break the sea, and there are more legends, soaring into immortals, ranking in the god class, with the same longevity as the sky, the sun and the moon with the same brilliance. Under the temptation of immeasurable power and eternal lifespan, countless human beings have taken cultivating immortals as their life goal, and in this way, the desolate land has truly become a paradise for cultivators.

In today's cultivation world, the four major immortal cultivation sects are the most, namely: the three Qing Shangxuan Monastery on the West Kunlun Mountain; Sujiao Temple on North Buddha Laughing Mountain; The Jade Void Sword Sect on the East Mist Spirit Ethereal Mountain and the Fuyao Mountain on the South Fuyao Mountain. These four sects are the giants of the Flood Wilderness Immortal Cultivator, and the people who can be in charge of such a sect are also meritorious, if there is a fate, the ascension can be expected.

Among the four factions, the Sanqing Shangxuanyuan has the strongest historical heritage, and it has a history of more than 10,000 years since its founding. Fuyao Mountain is the most special. There are only two masters and apprentices at most in the Fuyao Mountain faction, when the master is feathered, the disciple will take over the head, and the head of Fuyao Mountain in the past dynasties can only accept one disciple, which is a single transmission for the sect. As for why this is so, it is impossible to verify, but even so, the heads of Fuyao Mountain in the past dynasties are the leaders of that era, if you talk about fighting alone, I am afraid that there are only a few people who can compare with the same era. And this generation of Murong Guiyi, the head of Fuyao Mountain, is the culmination of the essence of Fuyao Mountain in the past dynasties. There is a saying in the Central Plains that if Murong Guiyi wants to ascend, it is not difficult to be afraid.

The Fuyao Mountain Heart Method, known as the Fuyao Ling Tianjue, is one of the top exercises in the world. The level of the mind method is divided into three levels, and each level is divided into three levels, corresponding to nine different levels of immortal cultivation.

The first-class name is called "Spirit Sword", one is to refine qi, and lead the spiritual power of heaven and earth to the body to be refined, so as to consolidate the foundation and build the foundation. The second is to summon the spirit, summon the spiritual power of heaven and earth for their own use, and the palm of the hand becomes the power of wind and fire. The third is to open up the vein, take the aura of heaven and earth as the cone, open up the hundreds of points and thousands of veins around the body, and use the pulse to resist the qi, and the sword of the aura can be condensed everywhere in the body, and the sword is incomparable, and it is unstoppable.

The second class name is called "fairy sword", one is Ling Feng, so far in this realm, you can take advantage of the void to resist the wind, and enjoy the sea of clouds. The second is to cut off the water, and the spiritual qi sword opens the mountain and breaks the water, cutting off the flow of spiritual power in heaven and earth. The third is the annihilation of fire, to this realm, open the pure yang fire vein, and order the world to turn ten thousand fires into fire spirit swords, which is indispensable.

The third level is also the highest level of the Fuyao Mountain Heart Method, which is called "Divine Sword". One of them is not thoughtful, condensing the aura of the whole body from a certain acupoint, giving up defense for a while and turning into a pure attack, it is said that a full blow can kill the immortal Buddha. The second is to squeeze the sky, cover the sky with one hand, and the mountains, rivers and oceans will not obey the order. At this point, he has already stood at the top of the vast land of cultivating immortals, and his ascension can be expected. However, above the sky of Fuyao Mountain, there is a higher realm, but for thousands of years, none of the people of Fuyao Mountain can reach this legendary realm.

At the beginning of the day, the twilight was four. A low white cloud pressed overhead, blocking the Milky Way from the stars. A crescent moon peeked out of the clouds, and the moon halo was reddish and fluffy, making it difficult to see. It's already March, but the breath of spring seems to be isolated, a gust of wind blows with a cool whining, and the jackdaw is not far away, and it is unusually lonely.

Nangong Mingxuan took a breath, lightened his feet, and moved forward with bated breath. One hundred and ten zhang away is the Lingbao Dojo. However, at this time, it was pitch black in the dojo, and there was not half a candle flame. Looking through these distances, I saw a huge black silhouette standing at one end, like a fierce beast entrenched in the mountains and forests, and like a demon with an endless mouth, and the atmosphere was a little weird.

Nangong Mingxuan frowned, pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword, turned his head to look around, and cautiously stepped forward. After walking about 200 steps, I could already see the gate, and a plaque with a metallic luster read the four big characters of 'Lingbao Dojo'.

His palms were sweaty, and his uneasiness was even greater—there wasn't the slightest human voice. Could it be that the so-called Nanhai Dao Alliance has withdrawn from the Lingbao Dojo? Nangong Mingxuan didn't dare to make a noise, according to Liang Sanshi's statement, Zhao Qingjue's strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and he can see the leopard from cutting off the spiritual power flow between the magic weapon and the master, which seems to have a similar realm to the 'broken water' in the Fuyao Mountain Heart Method. Judging from the realm alone, the strength seems to be half a point higher than himself. He concentrated and dived into the Lingbao Dojo with bated breath, and the top priority was to find the so-called blue-purple bead that could assist in refining the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and all indications showed that the root of all the mysteries was on that bead.

However, after walking for a while, passing by the disciples' rooms, side rooms, and side halls, there was no one in the room. Nangong Ming's doubts were even more serious, and just when he didn't know where to start, a blue-purple light suddenly appeared from the north. The light turned into a cylinder, with a diameter of more than ten zhang and straight into the clouds, accompanied by countless terrible screams that exploded in the night, and suddenly the wind was blowing, and the ghosts cried wolf.

The sudden change occurred, Nangong Mingxuan was taken aback, stepped on the breeze and flew lightly, and came to a place a few feet away from the pillar of light in just a moment. It was a courtyard about 20 zhang in circumference, and he crept up the courtyard wall, looking out, but the scene in front of him was like a nightmare.

I saw hundreds of people kneeling in the courtyard, these people were dressed in white robes, as if they were wearing linen and filial piety, and there was a light blue spiritual power wrapped in a light green mysterious aura that tore out of their bodies and flew towards the blue and purple bead. These people let out screams from their mouths, and their hands were in their hair, almost trying to screw their heads off. He knew the few kneeling at the front, and he was the head of the nine gates and eighteen views of the South China Sea! There was a man standing in the middle of the courtyard, and I saw that the man was covered by a black robe, and his body was thin, revealing only a pair of slender eyes, which were deep and elusive, as if they could seduce the soul. He had a long object tied to his back in a bandage, presumably the man's best blade.

"Evil is to be killed!"

There was a loud shout of rage, as if thunder had fallen on the flat ground. With a flash of lightning, forty sword qi slashed from all directions like a sword net that shrouded the sky, blocking all the directions of the black-robed man's retreat.

The black-robed man let out a "huh", glanced at the young man who had been killed halfway, nodded slightly, and drew a light blue circle of light on his right hand. I saw that the circle of light wandered around the black-robed man's limbs, and he unloaded forty sword qi in eight directions without bias in the almost negligible attack time difference between the sword qi and the sword qi. Each time the aperture was exerted a little lighter, the direction of the sword was completely changed, and forty reactions were made in just one breath. Those unloaded sword qi swirled and swept across the courtyard walls and buildings in the distance, only to hear a loud bang, with the black robed person as the center of the circle, the radius of ten zhang was intact, and the attic in the distance collapsed countless times.

Nangong Ming's pupils shrank, staring at the black-robed man in front of him, not daring to be careless.

"You can't ruin my treasures, huh." The black-robed man laughed finely, obviously with a man's voice, but he looked extremely charming. He stared at Nangong Mingxuan up and down with a pair of fine eyes, covered his mouth covered by the black robe with his right hand, and said with a smile: "Oops! What a handsome young man, a good sword, Brother Murong has accepted a good disciple, hehehaha. ”

He turned his head again, glanced at the people kneeling on the ground in the courtyard, and continued: "But young man, my brother doesn't have time to play with you at this time, the materials that were collected so easily, what are the mistakes, An Zuo is going to chatter again." ”

As he spoke, he exerted force in his hand, and the blue and purple beads spun in the air, and an inexplicable suction surged into his heart, and the screams of the people kneeling on the ground were even worse, wrapped in a pale green stream of spiritual power surging and flying, absorbed by the small blue and purple beads, as if a bottomless pit, I don't know when it will be saturated?

The corners of Nangong Ming's mouth twitched a few times, his hands clenched, and the green tendons burst out. He forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and said coldly: "What kind of person is Your Excellency, who actually uses demon methods to refine the spiritual power of others, regardless of the lives of others, and harms others and benefits himself. What you have done is indignant to heaven and man, aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven?! ”

The black-robed man smiled charmingly and said, "I, I'm your master's good friend." You have such a powerful master, what kind of Lao Shizi is damned, if you want to use the friendship between me and Brother Murong, he will definitely help, hehehehe. ”

The black-robed man didn't regard Nangong Mingxuan as a threat at all, and his whole body was full of flaws, but even so, Nangong Mingxuan couldn't mention the intention of making a move at all. The person in front of him dissolved his full force in a breath, and also saved the lives of more than 100 people around him, so the control of spiritual power and the grasp of the time node can be described as the peak.

There was a tilt, and hundreds of people in the yard were unconsciously sucked into human dry by the blue and purple beads, and a gust of wind blew, and these people turned into powder and scattered on the ground, without half a human form. Nangong Mingxuan saw it in his eyes, and his heart sank, don't talk about these people today, I'm afraid that even my own life is in my own hands. But after thinking about it, if a person escapes, it is really against the morality of the rivers and lakes. The predecessors of the various factions in the South China Sea in front of them were only forced to get involved in the trouble, and for decades, the South China Sea was safe thanks to these predecessors, and if they could try their best to save a few people, even if it was just to save the bones, it would be considered a modest effort.

As soon as he thought of this, his eyes grunted, and he suddenly had an idea, put away the long sword in his hand and laughed, and jumped forward and said: "The predecessors are unpredictable, and the kid is afraid that he won't be able to bargain today. ”

The black-robed man couldn't make any waves when he hung him, and his master Murong Guiyi was thousands of miles away in Fuyao Mountain, and said with a smile: "The young man is not very old and can bend and stretch, but Brother Murong's disciple is interesting." If you're not in a hurry, I really want to take you back and love you. That's it, I'll let you go today. I won't be able to help you next time you get caught. ”

Nangong Ming smiled, and didn't say much, the seven qi swords around his body were vertical and horizontal, and the whole person turned into a streamer, flying high with the flow of the qi sword, jumping towards the dark night sky in the south, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.