Heaven and earth shattered, the eastern sky was blood-red, as if there was a glow confusing the troubled times, it was originally Zhong Lingyuxiu's Shenzhou was full of devastation, a thousand holes, the black clouds above the nine heavens were pressed very low, it seemed that the legendary heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals descended to earth, the thunderbolts in the clouds vibrate, it seemed to be a stinging spring thunder, each time I don't know how many evil demons were killed, it was more like the heavens were angry, and they wanted to destroy this unjust world. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sword light flashed in the sky, I don't know how many sword immortals poured out of Wudang Mountain, a hundred years ago Zhang Sanfeng fell to the flying immortals with a sword in Wudang Mountain, Taiji Tu suppressed the monks of all sects, shattered the void, Xia Ju flew away, as descendants, they inherited the glory and pride of the master, even if it was not indispensable, but there would definitely be no fear and cowardice on their faces.

The Wudang Sect man on the flying sword forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart with his Dao heart, and looked at the golden light in the east in silence.

The golden light is not strong, it is even a little dim under the sun, the golden light is far away on the top of Mount Tai, thousands of miles away from Wudang, but even so, those Wudang disciples subconsciously closed their eyes and closed their eyes with immortal tricks.

Daoist Sect has white hair and wrinkles on his face, standing above many disciples, he opened his eyes and took a deep look at the eastern sky, the glow was shining in the blood red, and then he closed his eyes, and the wrinkles on his face were visibly stretched out with the naked eye, and the taste of life was being released in each wrinkle, but after blinking, more wrinkles covered his face, and the old man was ten years older than before.

The two boys behind him supported the old man on the left and right, and glanced at each other, and the shock in their eyes could not be concealed no matter what.

"Ancestor!"

The old man sat in the void, and the clear air of the Tao flew up and down, flickering yellow and white, showing the wonder of Taoism. Waving his hand behind him, the old man's breathing suddenly became short, and blood suddenly flowed from the corners of his eyes.

No one knew that he was about to go blind in order to see through the golden light.

Wudang Daozong took a deep breath, and his lips bloomed with spring thunder: "The disciples quickly go to the foot of Mount Tai to form a true martial arts array, and the seven sons of Wudang go to the Golden Palace to invite the true martial sword, and then go to Mount Tai to make friends with the sects...... Slay demons and demons. ”

The Wudang disciples responded, and the rainbow light galloped towards the east.

The dried blood stains in the corners of the old man's eyes gradually became wet, and he was sad for a long time, and he looked up to the sky and howled.

"How unjust is heaven and earth......

The top of Mount Tai, the depths of the sea of clouds.

One person, standing still, silent.

This person is dressed in a golden robe, the crown of the Dao is also golden, a pure yang, pure and pure, and the long half-white hair pours spontaneously in the crown, swaying and fluttering with the wind.

Facing the sea, the upright posture seems to be an ancient pine, but the mountain top with the occasional bird song is as quiet as night, sinking between the sea of clouds, only the sound of clothes rolling, it seems that even the sun, moon and stars do not dare to alarm.

At the top of Dongyue, the golden Dao shadow interprets the thousand-year-old wind / glory of the Daomen.

At the foot of Mount Tai, the Buddhist and Taoist sects, and the demon sects were scattered, all of them raised their heads together, looking at the golden figure, and everyone was silent.

There is awe, hatred, longing in people's eyes, and so on, since Zhang Zhenren broke through the sky a hundred years ago, how long has it been since there has been such a character in the world?

Among the people of Wudang Sect, there was a female crown whose eyes suddenly flowed with tears, and she murmured in a low voice: "Senior brother......"

The four saints of Zen Buddhism proclaimed the Buddha's number, bowing their heads and being speechless.

The leader of the Demon Dao was too breathing, he looked at the golden one, and there was no heaven and earth in his eyes, only a deep regret, and he breathed a sigh of relief for a long time.

"Kitayoshi ......"

The Arctic is a fight, fragrant and eternal, and a famous sword in the world.

It's a sword, and it's a person.

The sword is a nameless sword, and people are tired of reaping the sky.

The first disciple of Wudang, the sword dominates the world, and he is recognized by the cultivation community as a real person who can compete with Wang Chongyang and Zhang Sanfeng in heaven and earth, and complement each other.

Now it's the demons who have to be killed all over the world.

On the top of Mount Tai, the golden Taoist robe flutters with the wind, the wind is a deep killing machine from heaven and earth, the Taoist closes his eyes, a piece of nature, the clouds are light and the wind is light, but the famous sword behind him suddenly trembles, turning around and looking forward, a face that is not outstanding is surprisingly clear.

"Yes...... Master! ”

The Taoist muttered to himself, and it seemed that someone was forcibly spying on his life with the Xuanmen Heavenly Eye.

In fact, since he embarked on this path, he no longer cares about his life.

Why should a person who is about to die spare his life?

He rarely laughed in his life, and his younger brothers and sisters didn't mind his old-fashioned and seriousness, but often made fun of himself, saying that the senior brother with a black face was too funny.

Tired of collecting the day did not understand this kind of fun, but he had a gentle temperament, as long as it was not a matter of principle, most of them laughed off, so he stayed in Wudang Mountain for twenty years, until that day in Yunnan, Guizhou and Tibet, saw that those serfs were exploited and enslaved during their lifetimes, and even after death, their souls had to enter the so-called Buddha country as slaves and maids, and there was no peace for eternity, and the anger burned directly to the three corpses, so he drew his sword angrily, and fought with the five living Buddhas of the Tibetan secret for three days.

In an instant, the universe shattered, shattering the void.

The five living Buddhas were stirred into ashes by his sword, and the void collapsed, he saw the scene behind the void, but he did not break through the void like Zhang Sanfeng, but fled back to Wudang Mountain in a hurry as if he had seen something that was extremely frightened and angry.

From that day on, he meditated for ten days without saying a word.

Ten days later, he broke through the gate of Wudang Mountain, and since then the hall has been full of 3,000 drunk, and a sword has been cold in 19 states.

No one knows why he became like this, only that he killed all the monks in the world from north to south, regardless of good or evil, regardless of good or evil, there are countless unjust souls under the famous sword.

And so on for three years, until today. In the end, he will be pointed out by thousands of people, and all the sects will be killed.

It's okay like this, it's okay like this, counting more than 30 years of life, he is very happy, even if he falls into a nose and sinks forever, he is still happy.

No remorse, no resentment, no hate.

Wudang has a famous sword, unparalleled in the world.

Tired of harvesting the sky is worthy of anyone in the world.

On the golden scabbard, the Tai Chi seven-star compass flows yin and yang, and the sun's brilliance shines on it, sometimes turning into a seven-colored rainbow, sometimes returning to transparency, and the golden light transmitted from the sword splits the sky through the clouds, shaking away the clouds above Dongyue, and more gorgeous sunlight sprinkles down.

People, looking at the sky, are indifferent and speechless.

The famous sword seems to have spirituality, constantly vibrating, and weeping low in the wind.

Among the monks at the foot of Mount Tai, a Qingcheng sword immortal raised his head in confusion and hesitated: "There is a sad sound in the sword...... Whose sword is this? ”

No one answered him, and everyone looked at the seven sons of Wudang.

The Taoist priest at the head was holding an ancient clumsy sword in his arms, and the sword body was dim, but people were subconsciously staying away from the sword, and the Taoist priest nodded, his face was so painful that it was distorted: "It is indeed the famous sword of the senior brother." ”

Everyone wanted to ask something, but they were interrupted by the Demon Dao Sect Master's wave: "What happened before your senior brother's temperament changed greatly?" ”

This is something that people want to know, but in the past, the people of Wudangmen were silent.

The seven sons of Wudang glanced at each other, and a female crown in her twenties came out of the crowd, and said in an astringent voice: "On that day, the senior brother was ordered by the master to go to the Tibetan side to find a very rare medicine, but for some reason, the senior brother had a conflict with those secret monks, and he actually forced him to draw his sword, which was impossible." ”

"Not bad." Everyone nodded one after another, tired of the heavenly temperament, arrogant but not arrogant, since the completion of the Dao Law only in the north of the mountain with the ghost emperor battle, actually killed him on the spot, the world was shocked that his sword cultivation can already kill the land immortals, but after that, I have never seen a move, to be precise, I have not let the famous sword out of the sheath, even if it is occasionally a sword finger stroke.

If it weren't for the other party's murderous intent, he would have to kill him, or if he himself was extremely angry, the famous sword would have been on the flying cliff in Wudang.

"That day, I saw the famous sword turn into light, and I thought that the senior brother had encountered some strong enemy, and was about to go to help, but I was unexpectedly stopped by the master, he said that this was the opportunity of the senior brother, and I should not be disturbed."

Another of the seven sons of Wudang nodded: "That's right, so our senior brothers and sisters waited for the return of our senior brother at the Sword Solving Tablet for three days." ”

The female crown said and suddenly burst into tears again: "Later, we learned that Senior Brother was sending the five living Buddhas of Tantra to meet their Guru Padmasambhava that day, but after coming back, Senior Brother ...... The elder brother's face was unprecedentedly ugly. ”

"He's hurt?"

The Taoist at the head laughed miserably: "Even after the Battle of Beibi Mountain that year, Senior Brother was just white-faced, and although those five Living Buddhas were extraordinary, they were only two or three moves of Senior Brother when they were added together." ”

The Demon Dao Sect Master closed his mouth, he didn't know what to say.

"For the past three years, I've been thinking about what happened that day, we are far away in Wudang, and I don't know what happened in Tibet, but, but ......"

When everyone saw her slurping, they couldn't help urging: "But what? ”

The female crown frowned and hesitated: "That day, Shizun was in a good mood, but when he saw his senior brother coming back three days later, he was a little incredulous, and finally a little disappointed and angry. ”

"Disappointment and anger?"

The female crown glanced at the second senior brother and nodded.

"That's true." The Taoist at the head seemed to be a little embarrassed: "I was outside the door that night, and I vaguely heard the master angrily scolding the senior brother, saying that he was ...... lived up to Wudang's expectations of him. ”

Everyone was in an uproar, Bei Fangxiu was the most amazing and brilliant disciple in Wudang since the patriarch of Sanfeng, how could he live up to it.

The Demon Dao Sect Master's eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice: "On that day three years ago, the Heavenly Demon Order suddenly shone brightly, do you know that the Heavenly Demon Order is originally a demon refining treasure passed down by the Upper Realm Great Freedom Heavenly Son, and this has only happened twice in the past three hundred years. ”

He slowly looked around, not knowing what tone he was speaking: "The first time was when Zhang Zhenren ascended to enlightenment a hundred years ago. ”

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Three years ago, Wudang.

The lights flickered, and the dim light shone on the face of the Taoist, cloudy and uncertain, but after a moment, all the expressions converged, and the surging heart gradually calmed down.

The golden robe is too gorgeous, contrary to the pure artistic conception of Taoism, but it is indescribably suitable to wear on him, the vulgar Taoist posture is like a mountain, heavy but light, the silence hides the terrifying edge, and the gorgeous look on the body is not dazzling.

However, in the lights of the night, this mild gold is getting dimmer and dimmer, and it seems that it is about to fade out of this world at any moment.

A few days ago, after the void was shattered, what I saw was not the Great Freedom and the Great Freedom, but the monstrous blood waves that the cultivators had tried their best to conceal since the ancient gods. At that moment, his gaze had already moved away from the shattered void and the repeated wonders of Xuanhuang, and he was dead imprinted with the desperate future of the Heavenly Dao reflected in the void.

At that moment, Ti Shutian figured out a lot of things.

Therefore, Taoism does nothing.

Therefore, the Buddha sect died.

Therefore, those predecessors who soared and shattered were immortals, Buddhas, and demons, but they were no longer humans.

However, the way of Taoism, the way of Wudang is not his way.

"Heaven, Tao, and man are one, but now the Tao will be gone, and man will no longer exist, and heaven, where will we go?"

The golden figure seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be talking to someone, and the heart could only be paid to the famous sword and dust on the table, who could bear such a thing with him, and who could carry the pressure with him.

Tired of the sky, in the long black hair, a trace of silver is particularly dazzling.

That night, he didn't meditate, and he forgot the sunrise that he had to see every morning, and he lay down on his desk and had a dream.

This dream is more like a person's life.

Young Taoist children practice in Wudang Mountain, ten years have passed, the young and ignorant Taoist children have gradually grown into teenagers, the avenue is eternal, and the ancestors of Sanqing Dao have been handed down. The immortal path inherits the primeval world, interprets the heart of heaven, and overwhelms the left path of all sects.

The aura that people exhale in their cultivation has been decreasing since the time of the Emperor Taikoo, and the spiritual rhyme will eventually be exhausted one day, when the heavens will collapse and the earth will crack, all things will be hidden, and this world will refine the earth, water, fire, and wind, and the living beings will be wiped out.

The earnest teachings of the teacher are still in my ears, and the little Taoist boy is bent on asceticism, for his own eternal freedom, and attaining the Tao of detachment, although once there is achievement, it is equivalent to letting this world perish in advance for I don't know how many years.

But the one who is too superior is heartless.

It's just that there is something precious in the red dust, and there is also a volume of "Nanhua" in the Ten Thousand Volumes of Taoism, and the young Taoist slowly has an idea.

"If the immortal road is not overturned, humanity will never be prosperous. I am willing to cut off the spiritual bridge of heaven and earth, and then Jedi Tiantong, so that there will be no immortals and Buddhas in this world, and I wish all beings in this world are happy and happy, and everyone is like a dragon. ”

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"Zhang Sanfeng, you are crazy, the world's six desires are steaming, I don't know how to control and control, if there is no immortal suppression and guidance, the development of humanity to the limit will only be with the world, Huanghuang Qingshi, have you ever seen a thousand years of dynasty?"

In response to the monks of the world, it is the supreme Taiji sword of the sword dynasty and the true martial arts, which has insight into yin and yang, contains great enlightenment, great wisdom, and even entrusts the will of all living beings to kill the ghosts and gods, cut down the immortals, and cut off the heavenly beings.

However, the Heavenly Dao is impermanent, there is always a glimmer of life, the Heaven and Earth Spirit Bridge is the passage of the Three Realms, it is very important, and how can he be completely cut off alone, although no one has ascended for a hundred years, but no one in the world will think that the Immortal Dao will decline.

"A hundred years of immortal fate are all dreams, and the rise and fall of eternity is like a shadow."

The white-robed Taoist stood in the void, seeing the dispute between heaven and man in the world, and all feelings were suffering, and sighed loudly.

In the dream, the tired harvest heaven also stood in the void, too void, a vast expanse.

The brilliance in his eyes illuminated this colorless world, and in the chaos, the golden light was as gentle as the early morning sun.

He thought about it for a long time, and even had time to guess Zhang Sanfeng's mood at the beginning, and his expression was a little inexplicable.

"Isn't it recorded in the classics that Sanfeng Patriarch went to Shaolin on the sword, and the original reason for Taiji Avenue to suppress the Dragon and Tiger Sects was not because of the shortness?"

"So it's just a dream...... Right? ”

He was silent for a moment, his face expressionless: "So, those old guys who spread rumors are the most annoying, so why is the most brilliant genius of Taoism a righteous little partner?" ”

A voice with a smile sounded behind him.

Tired Shutian was covered in sweat and hair, there was no sound, no warning, and a person appeared behind him without warning.

His spiritual sense didn't react at all, and it was as if time and space had stood still.

He took a deep breath and turned around, and a man in white was looking at him with a smile.

"Is it a dream?" He said lightly.

"Clever. Although I have been dead for a long time, if I want to leave a wisp of divine thought, there is really no way to erase a mere Heavenly Dao consciousness. “

The man in white smiled slightly, he was not a beautiful man, but he would always make people remember at a glance that a peerless sword in the sheath.

"There's no need to be nervous, I just want to get to know you, so your surname is Zhang." Zhang Sanfeng spread his hands with a smile, "What, it's unexpected?" ”

"Have you ever ascended?"

"Then it depends on how you define Ascension." Zhang Sanfeng smiled mysteriously, looked at the tired harvest carefully, and raised his eyebrows: "The quality of the newcomer this time is good." ”

Tired of harvesting heaven, there was a golden light in his eyes.

"Don't be nervous, I'll be in front of you, just because you're the first to shatter the void after me, that's all. In the future of countless branches, you may die for something, or you may break and rise again, ignoring the rights and wrongs of this world, and you may ...... Go my old way and fight alongside us weird guys...... So I've used some little tricks to give you some ...... As a teacher's experience and advice. ”

He praised him: "Your soul and soul are really strong, a plug-in party...... Well, since your soul power is too strong, it will soon awaken, so I can only make a long story short. How so...... You seem to be very confused, the road you will take is not the road of Sanqing, not the road of Wudang, and it can even be said that there is no road......"

Tired Shutian closed his eyes, then opened them, and his words were indifferent: "How did you choose in the first place?" ”

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the junior in front of him, the smile on his face gradually became warm, his eyes contained unshakable pride, he seemed to be a child, showing off his most proud toy: "With Wudang Mountain as the fulcrum, with the real martial sword as the rod and scale, provoke this humane country, even if it is pointed out by thousands of people, thousands of people scold, after all, there is no regret alone, ordinary people, this is called against the sky, this is against the sky." ”

"As for you, your starting point is a little higher than mine, so naturally you don't need to follow my old path. Heaven and earth are ruthless, but the most fair, your fate can be said to be here, or it can be said that it is not here, and the Tao passed down by the Taoist ancestors will never be our own thing. Zhang Sanfeng patted him on the shoulder: "So there is no need to hesitate, do what you want, although tens of millions of people will go to me." ”

"But ......" tired of harvesting the sky and wanted to ask something more, but he was in a trance, opened his eyes again, the morning sun had already passed through the window, he stood up, muttered for a long time, and finally picked up the famous sword, the sword sounded, the bell of Nanyan Palace echoed in the mountains, in the morning light, a warm heart.

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The top of the mountain, in the sea of clouds.

The golden figure was stained with mottled bloodstains, and thirteen immortal swords ran through his chest, and the face of the Taoist remained unchanged, but his face was pale because of blood loss, and his spine was still like a green pine on a cliff, standing tall like a mountain, unmoving.

The Taiji whisk dust in his left hand had turned scarlet, and the blood was dripping from the silver thread, dripping and dripping, and the golden sword was still clenched in his right hand.

Under the sword, there are many corpses.

I stood with my eyes closed for a long time, until, the first sun appeared in the east.

The Taoist looked at it, it was empty and lonely, and his eyes that were originally shining with divine light were already blind because of the repeated battles.

The familiar warmth is like every morning in the past thirty years, showing a smile with difficulty, the snow-white hair is messy and hanging down, the Taoist faces the rising sun, and seems to see the wisp of cyan dress that has long since disappeared, and wants to say something, but there is no such effort when he is dying.

"My sister's Tsing Yi is so beautiful......"

The last murmur turned into the morning breeze in the early sun.

"Ding!"

After all, he was unable to hold the famous sword anymore, and the smile on the Daoist's face gradually solidified, and the last ray of brilliance in his eyes dissipated.

The sea of clouds rolled, and the golden Dao shadow melted into the dawn.

Since then, the bell on Wudang Mountain has been ringing between heaven and earth, and the proud sword can no longer be heard in the bell.

Since then, the number of human life has increased by another thousand years.