Chaos is like the sea, and the planes of the world are like reefs in the sea, rooted in chaos.

A huge land stretches across the chaos, boundless, as if supporting the entire chaos, exuding a noble, mysterious, and majestic atmosphere.

A faint white light cut through the chaos and flew towards the land.

Just as he was in the middle of the flight, a small piece of land flew in from the direction of that land and collided with the white light.

Unaffected in the slightest, this small piece of land continued towards the center of the chaos.

The white light is directly immersed in a transparent film and burrows into the land.

。。。。。。

Daqianguo, located in the basin, has a suitable climate and is surrounded by 100,000 mountains.

In this circle of mountains, there is a gap in the north and south, and a long river flows into Daqian from the south, and dozens of tributaries are also divided in the middle, and finally they fall into one place, flowing out of the gap in the north.

On the high mountain next to the entrance of the river to the south, the sect of the Xuanxin Mystic Sect is stationed here.

The name of the mountain is Qianxuan Peak, more than 1,600 zhang high, the top seems to be artificially flattened, and several large halls stand here.

The clouds are rushing at the mountainside, the rolling clouds flow around the mountain, straight down the deep valley, like a waterfall of flowing water, magnificent, magnificent.

A stone staircase extends from the foot of the mountain to the clouds at an angle of nearly 60 degrees.

Qing Yuan Zhenren, the sect leader of the Xuanxin Mystical Sect, stood in front of the stone stairs, looked at the clouds and mist below, and instructed his disciple: "Qingxuan, if the teacher unfortunately dies in the thunder tribulation, you must practice the sect's immortal method well, strive to become immortals, and kill all those who are wet and egg-born, and wearing hair and armor." ”

"Hiss~"

Twelve-year-old Qingxuan took a sip of snot, straightened his legs, and bowed to Qingyuan Zhenren with an expressionless face, "Hmm." ”

Qingyuan Zhenren looked at Qingxuan and nodded with satisfaction.

This child was finally trained by himself, obedient and obedient.

"You don't have to talk about these etiquettes in private. ”

Kyunghyun bowed again, "Hmm." ”

At this moment, a heavy dark cloud drifted in the distance.

Qing Yuan's expression became solemn, "Remember, defend the human race and promote the prestige of my Xuanxin Mystical Sect."

The teacher is leaving, is there anything else you want to say to the teacher? ”

Qingxuan was stunned, bowed three times and said, "Let's go." ”

It feels a little strange, but Qing Yuan didn't think too much about it, this sentence was taught by himself, and he said it when he taught Qingxuan etiquette rules, and when he went out, he had to say the last sentence, 'Master goes all the way.' ’

After that, whenever he went out, Qingxuan would always come to say that.

It's just that Qingxuan's speech has always been more concise and to the point, and he likes to condense.

Qingxuan, this child, is an excellent heir that he found after searching for several years in Daqian, he was born without seven emotions and six desires, and his Dao heart is extremely transparent, and he is a genius for cultivating immortals.

The foundation has been laid in just one year.

Without thinking too much, Qingyuan Zhenren pinched the trick and flew into the dark clouds.

The oncoming clouds and winds are like thousands of troops and horses shouting on the battlefield, and like the raging waves of the sea.

Qingyuan Zhenren suddenly felt his arrogance rise, and shouted: "Everyone in the world says that the immortal road is cut off, the gods and Buddhas are extinct, I don't believe it, and the thunder tribulation dares to come and split me."

I want to become an immortal!"

There are still dark clouds around him, and lightning bolts are staggered and horizontal, but he doesn't pay any attention to the real people of Qingyuan, and he is playing by himself.

Although Qing Yuan Zhenren had already prepared in his heart, he was a little frustrated when he really found that this move could not lead to the thunder tribulation.

"Really...... There is no thunderstorm.

I want to be a real person, I entered the sect at the age of ten, a hundred-year-old Jindan, and a four-hundred-year-old Yuanying.

Now 1,250 years old, he is already a Mahayana monk in the world, but he can't survive the thunderstorm and become an immortal.

Why, why, if I had cultivated to the Mahayana period more than 100 years earlier, I would have been able to ascend to the immortal class.

If you don't split me, the throne will split you.

Sword...... Come on!"

"......"

A red light flew out from the Xuanxin Mystic Sect, inserted into the dark clouds, and fell into the hands of Qing Yuan Zhenren.

At this moment, the thunder in the dark clouds was like a bull in estrus, and when he saw the rippling red cloth in the hands of the matador, he all headed towards Qingyuan Zhenren...... The magic sword in his hand surged.

"Hahaha, that's it, this seat doesn't resist, you can split me as much as you want.

Thousands of thunderbolts quenched my body, and I finally became an immortal after hardships. ”

Qing Yuan Zhenren opened his arms and closed his eyes to enjoy the bombardment of thunder, but ordinary thunder and lightning could not break through his defenses at all.

After the tea time, the dark clouds gradually became thinner and a little white.

Qing Yuan Zhenren opened his eyes and said in despair: "That's it...... That's it......

What is the use of you, you can't even break the defenses of this seat. ”

A sword light was nine hundred miles cold, and the dark clouds were instantly torn apart by the sword qi.

Qing Xuan, who was watching the master's 'tribulation' at the top of Qianxuan Peak, said expressionlessly: "Amazing." ”

Qing Yuan Zhenren tightly squeezed the magic sword in his hand.

Some time ago, I was suddenly inspired to think that I had found a way to become an immortal, but I didn't expect it to fail again.

He immediately raised the magic sword in his hand, pointed at the clear blue sky and shouted: "Thief God, you don't want me to become an immortal, I want to become an immortal against the sky."

It is said that there are gods three feet above their heads, but now the gods and Buddhas are gone.

Even you are gone, if you are still there, just send a thunder tribulation to show me, even if it is punished by heaven. ”

"Huh?"

Qing Yuan Zhenren suddenly saw a white light falling from the sky and crashing into him, and he was immediately ecstatic.

"Heavenly punishment, thief, you are still there, that is, the road to becoming an immortal has not been broken.

Are you putting me to the test?

Then the throne should be taken. ”

After that, Qing Yuan Zhenren agitated the mana of his whole body and injected it into the magic sword in his hand.

The sword body of the magic sword was as crystal red as blood jade, and a six-zhang long sword light emerged from the tip of the sword.

Qing Yuan Zhenren turned into a flash of red light and rushed towards the white light.

"Take this seat, a human sword is one. ”

"Puff"

A cloud of mushrooms exploded tens of thousands of miles in the sky.

"Bell"

Qing Yuan Zhenren's magic sword fell on the top of Qianxuan Peak and was inserted into the white jade brick, and the tail of the sword trembled.

At the same time, a golden book fell.

Wait for the mushroom cloud to dissipate completely.

Qingxuan looked up at it for half an hour, then finally lowered his head and thought about it, and muttered, "Master blew up." ”

With that, he bowed to the sky.

Turning to look at the sword and books in the clearing, he walked over and pulled out the sword.

It was found that the magic sword broke from the middle, and only half of it remained.

Qing Xuan threw down the magic sword, then ran to the side and picked up the books on the ground, looked at the cover, and read, "Master...... Gangjing. ”

looked at the empty top of Qianxuan Peak, looked at the book in his hand again, and thought for a while: "Mine." ”

With that, he took the book in his bosom and walked to his lodgings in the apse.

In the world of luck, you can see that there are countless lucky creatures in this world, and people's luck is only an insignificant part, and it is constantly being bitten and eaten by other lucky creatures.

And with the book in Qingxuan's arms as the center, an invisible shield gradually stretched out, and every time it was opened, it seemed to be under tremendous pressure.