Yuanzong used the Tang Taoist canon to set off a wave of cultivation, whether it is a mountain village man or a street stall official, especially those young people with dreams, this Taoist canon contains all kinds of strengths, is the first practice today, what reason do they have not to practice?

And now, he used the Xuanhuang Sword, which originally belonged to Changming, to once again set off a cultivating frenzy among the older generation of cultivators.

This is the case with the so-called prosperous age of cultivation.

When the cultivation world of the Tang Dynasty once again set off a cultivation boom,

In a very hidden place in the cold mountains of the extreme north, a middle-aged man stands on top of the snow-capped mountain, looking into the distance with his hands, like a poet appreciating the snow, and like a homesick wanderer.

The middle-aged man was dressed in black, standing in the snow should be out of place with everything, but he could blend with heaven and earth and become one with the wind and snow.

If you don't look closely, you won't even notice him.

Such an unbelievable person must be an extraordinary person.

"Father, what are you thinking?"

Mo Qiu sat on a stone not far away, gently stroking Dapeng's feathers.

Usually only I will come here to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the rising sun, but I didn't expect my father to come.

Without saying a word, standing there for a long time, is there something on your mind?

Of course, the middle-aged man had something on his mind, but he still didn't look back, and after a long time, he suddenly said: "Your mother and I are here to set our lives." ”

The golden eagle noticed that the small hand on her back was a little stiff, and she couldn't help but shake her body and rub it against her palm, trying to comfort her master.

Mo Qiu quickly regained his composure, quietly waiting for his next words.

"That year, I swore to give her the best, so I made the Demon Venerable, modified the Heavenly Demon Strength, and blessed my Demon Gate, and at the same time planned how to return to the Central Plains. ”

The middle-aged man said, "This is also the mission of the Demon Venerables of the past generations, and it is the dream of all Demon Dao cultivators. ”

Mo Qiu said: "Mother just wants the family to be reunited and harmonious, and she doesn't think about anything else. ”

The middle-aged man said: "Yes, she doesn't want anything else, but I want to give her everything, but I didn't expect that the demon gate is in the corner, but there are still so many affairs, so I can't accompany your mother and daughter more, this is my mistake." ”

Mo Qiu thought to himself: "But you never thought of admitting your mistakes, otherwise you wouldn't have quarreled when you met." ”

"I don't think it's a mistake, and it's often her who starts fights. Back then, she had a special identity, if I didn't become a Demon Venerable, I wouldn't be worthy of her, and as a Demon Venerable, I couldn't just care about my children's affection, I had to prepare for returning to the Central Plains. ”

The middle-aged man said: "There must be an order in everything, I must be the Demon Venerable first, and then I can be my husband and father." ”

This middle-aged man is the fifth-generation Demon Venerable, the leader of all the demons in the Ninety Thousand Miles Cold Mountain.

Mo Qiu didn't understand why he was so sentimental today.

Demon Venerable said: "Originally, everything was planned, and even you were sent out by me, but I didn't expect it to be self-defeating, there was actually his ruins, and it brought it back to life." ”

If he hadn't sent Mo Qiu to go, he would have intended to cut off the future of the Central Plains.

The battle by the river under the rain and night that day would not have happened, Feng Xiaohan and He Xirou would not have entered the gray grassland and the polar night snow field, and Wanye Tian would not have been resurrected.

Demon Venerable shook his head and said, "In this way, the return to the Central Plains will have to be re-planned, and the layout of the Central Plains will also be adjusted, and it will drag on for an unknown number of years. ”

Mo Qiu asked: "The ancestor has come back from the dead, and his return to the Central Plains under the leadership of his old man is just around the corner, how can there be any reason to delay?"

"He is the first generation of Demon Venerable, and he also created the Demon Gate, but now the Demon Venerable is me, and the Demon Gate is no longer a thousand-year-old Demon Gate. ”

Demon Venerable asked, "To him, this is not home, but a strange poor sect that was forced to the Cold Mountain by the Righteous Path Xuanzong. ”

Demon Venerable's tone was very indifferent, and Gu Jing was silent, as if he was evaluating a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.

But if he really didn't find this matter tricky, why did he stand here for so long?

Wan Yetian had saved Jiang Wen, so Mo Qiu had a good impression of him, so he asked, "Not long ago, didn't he just attack Mochizuki Pavilion." ”

"What does the old man of more than a thousand years think, no one knows, and since he can defy the sky, why didn't any of the eight broken women die?"

Demon Venerable said calmly: "Wanye Tian is the ancestor of this sect, the first person in eternity, and he will be reborn after death to have a more intelligent realm. ”

It's a pity that this patriarch doesn't seem to have the intention of returning to the Demon Gate.

When a person has been dead for a thousand years and suddenly comes back to life, the first thing must be to go home and see, but why hasn't that person come back after so long?

It's reminiscent of the book's accounts of his ruthlessness in cold storage.

Maybe he really didn't take the Demon Gate seriously.

The cold snowflakes fell on the faces of the two, and the wind suddenly rose among the mountains, bringing the echo of the hollow valley, and there was no sound at all, giving people the feeling of being as cold as snowflakes.

The Demon Venerable took out an object and said, "After a while, you go to lie in Chigu and give this to Shankui, be careful." ”

Hearing the name, the feathers of the Dapeng Golden Eagle slowly opened, like a fried pheasant, and its eyes were full of fear.

Mo Qiu solemnly took it.

Demon Venerable said: "It's close to the ban there, there are many demon beasts on the road, and you may even encounter Jiaolong, take a few more people this time." ”

Mo Qiu nodded and said, "My daughter understands. ”

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Feng Xiaohan and Meng'er walked on the grassland for twenty-seven days, and in the distance they could see many beige camp tents, and the tent cloth was embroidered with the logo of the alliance.

It was a camp that was responsible for guarding the ban, and soldiers and formations could be seen walking around the camp.

Meng'er reined in his horse and stopped.

Feng Xiaohan looked at her and asked, "What's wrong?"

Meng'er sighed and said with some reluctance: "I may ...... I can only send you here. ”

The Sword Saint had already ordered, and when he saw the Prairie Saintess, he wanted to bring her back immediately, and the two killed wolves all the way, and Feng Xiaohan changed horses several times on the way, and all their whereabouts were under the control of the Alliance.

The old men in the alliance must have guessed that the duo's target was the far north.

There was no way they would allow her to go to such a dangerous place, so they would make arrangements in advance to make sure she didn't step into the cold river.

Feng Xiaohan was silent for a while, pointed to a small hill not far away, and said, "Just be there." ”

Meng'er was stunned and asked, "What to do?"

Feng Xiaohan said: "Some hands are itchy and want to fight." ”

Meng'er's brows gradually stretched, revealing a bright smile, clapping her little hands and saying, "Great!"

The hill just blocked the view of the camp, so no one would disturb them, and they could let go of the fight.

Meng'er will be suppressed in the first realm of the cave, Feng Xiaohan does not use physical strength,

The two are only competing with swords, and they fight fairly.

The bumpy blade of the barren sword rubbed against the scabbard, making a piercing sound under the action of vitality, like a dragon's groan.

Dragon's tongue trembles!

Meng'er held the lotus flower around her waist, and with a soft sound, a delicate knife appeared in her hand.

The sword was still unsheathed, but the sound of the light whistle did not dissipate, but gradually increased.

The sword is the emperor of soldiers, domineering and unyielding.

The sound of swords and swords mingled into a piercing sound, and the snow around them was crumbled into powder.

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The prohibition between the grassland and the cold river is to block the terrifying monsters hidden in the wind and snow over there.

With a knife from the sword saint outside the sky, after cutting a certain dragon that tried to fly through the forbidden from the air, the powerful demon beasts with spiritual wisdom in the cold river did not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool, and the low-level demon beasts could not fly, even the bird demon beasts would be affected by the heavenly machine and fall down.

The prohibition here is not as powerful as the cloud wall between the human world and the savage realm, like a white smoke that will not disperse, but it perfectly separates the two worlds.

Only it didn't block the chill blowing over there.

The climate of Hanchuan is not much different from the winter in the wilderness, and if the cold wind blows is not lucky, it is likely to freeze to death.

Although you can sharpen your Dao heart here, the quality and speed of your spirit transformation will be much slower, so there are very few people who are willing to come here, but those who are willing to come will have very rich rewards.

In the camp closest to Sheepshead Ridge, the person in charge was a centurion, equivalent to the lowest-ranking general in the Central Plains, and years of wind and frost baptism left deep marks on his face, making him look much older than his peers.

At this time, the centurion was hunched over, his head bowed, and stood behind a young man.

The soldiers on patrol and the occasional passing formation master couldn't help but look at each other and whispered about who this young man was.

"What kind of holiness is this man, who only wears long clothes here, and doesn't take the cold wind seriously at all?"

"Could it be a powerhouse of the Collapse Realm?"

"If that's the case, then he must be the target of the alliance's key training, and even a junior general. ”

"I don't think it's possible, what are such characters doing here?"

"Why did the centurion lower his posture so much, and what explanation did he give? You know, ordinary catastrophes should also respect him a little, and how can he be deserved to let him bow his eyebrows and bow his head. ”

Luo Chuan put his hands behind his back and looked at the small hill in the distance, his eyes were calm, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't seem to hear their discussion.

He's waiting for someone.

The centurion was also full of questions at this time, he knew that this person was picked up by the alliance leader, and it was said that he had gone to the extreme with Lord Night Wanderer, and his status was extremely high.

But who can such a character wait for here?

He'd been keeping an eye on that little hill since just now, could it be that the person he was waiting for would come from there?

After a while, two figures led the horses and slowly walked out of the hill.

The centurion is the soul is perfect, his eyes can't see so far through the wind and snow curtain, and after the two of them walked in, he saw it more clearly, and he was shocked.

He rubbed his cloudy eyes, thinking to himself, am I really too old to even see clearly?

The centurion confirmed that the other party was the one, and suddenly his mouth grew up, enough to stuff his two fists, extremely shocked!

The portrait of the steppe saintess has been circulated in all tribes, and almost every steppe person recognizes that beautiful face.

Meng'er was expressionless, and when she came over, there was a bit of sacredness and solemnity between her childish eyebrows.

The corners of Feng Xiaohan's mouth curled slightly, thinking that what the book said was right, women's acting skills are innate, and the ancients did not deceive me.