This is a majestic and majestic mountain range. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info spans hundreds of miles from east to west, and is long. It is a place of peaks and mountains. The terrain is extremely steep, and the environment is extremely complex. There are countless continental glaciers. The whole mountain range is like a pyramid, and the further you go in, the higher the peaks get. Thousands of years of snow and ice cover the top of the pyramid.

This mountain range is known as the Brilliant Mountain Range, because it is the world's first cultivation sect, the cultivation place of the Diancang Sect. In the glorious mountain range, there is a steep and towering, majestic peak, her main peak is abrupt, small peaks are clustered, quietly towering in the sea of clouds. It is like a new lotus blooming, looking up to the sky and blooming.

A bright full moon hung high above the sky. The endless stars shone brightly, spreading the earth with a bright white light.

The "Woo Woo Woo" wind suddenly rose, like the sound of a trumpet about to be conquest, breaking the peaceful world.

The sea of clouds that shrouded the mountain peaks suddenly boiled. It's like a thousand troops, charging and galloping. Rolling torrents, roaring heaven and earth. Vaguely, you can see the mountains under the sea of clouds, there are towering ancient trees, green bamboos swaying, gurgling streams, strange canyons, and ancient lakes on treasure islands. Under the moonlight, the clouds and mist rise, like a fairyland on earth.

"Roar!". Suddenly, a high-pitched roar resounded through the heavens and the earth. The sound was so loud and deafening. A ripple of sound like substance rose into the sky, and the rushing sea of clouds was instantly shattered.

At the top of the lotus-shaped peak, there is a place that is no more than a foot in diameter, and at this moment, there is a figure flickering here. I saw him wandering around the top of the mountain, during which he either crouched down, or raised his feet, or jumped, sometimes walking as fast as a galloping horse, and every time his footsteps landed, he stepped out of a deep footprint on the incomparably solid mountain rock.

Sometimes it is like walking in a swamp full of dangers, and every step is carefully bent down, and the soles of the feet do not leave the ground grinding. But it ploughs the ground into smooth and flat lines. And these lines continue to form a mysterious pattern.

Between his movements, the gang qi emptied. The tremendous force changed violently in an instant, causing the air to violently vibrate, and around this square area, the air was rubbing, entangled, and tearing. Once again, a strong wind was triggered, and the violent force of the wind ruffled the sea of clouds, making the sky sound like a devil's cry.

After a long time, the figure stopped and stood still on the top of the mountain. Under the moonlight, he saw a young man, his face was like white jade, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his black hair danced in the wind, and a white coat hunted in the wind.

"I practiced martial arts when I was five years old, and it has been thirty-one years since I was today. The Nine Styles of the Ancestral Dragon Fist were finally all practiced by me. The young man looked down at the sea of clouds and muttered to himself, with joy that could not be concealed between his eyebrows.

"Congratulations." An old voice suddenly appeared behind him.

"Point your fingers." Touched behind him but he didn't know it at all, the young man was suddenly shocked, and without thinking about it, he pointed it back, and a rich white light rose from the sky, with a scorching, violent force and slammed away.

"Boom." White light swept through the void, swirling the air with a powerful roar. In the blink of an eye, a large hole was blasted out of a mountain peak dozens of meters away.

"Didn't hit!" The young man was a stirring spirit in his heart, and he hurriedly turned around again to be on guard. I saw an old man in a blue cloth robe, with a ruddy face standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

"Master!" When the young man saw the old man's face, he exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly bowed and saluted.

The old man's face sank like water, and he scolded: "Lingxiu, although the Diancang Finger is powerful, it is too slow to start, if someone really wants to kill you, you have died ten times by now." Also, you have to change your blind nature, otherwise you will suffer a big loss in the future. ”

Lingxiu nodded sincerely and said, "What the master taught me is that I will definitely change." ”

Seeing this, the old man smiled and said: "At the age of thirty-six, I really didn't mistake you, as the senior brother of the current generation of the Diancang Sect, you are qualified." ”

Lingxiu said respectfully: "Without the creation given by the master, I would still be a beggar now, and I might have starved to death on the streets." ”

The old man waved his hand, pulled out a young man with an ordinary appearance but unusually bright eyes from behind him, and said, "Lingxi, I have come to see your senior brother." ”

"I've seen Senior Brother." Lingxi was held in the void by the old man's supernatural powers, and he was not afraid, and saluted Lingxiu in a proper manner.

"This is the master's newly adopted little junior brother?" Lingxiu just bowed his head slightly, and didn't pay attention to Lingxi, but asked the old man. The moment he turned around, he saw the spirit rhino behind the old man. It's just that I don't know why, from the moment I saw this young man, Lingxiu had an intuition that this young man would be a threat to him.

Even he could tell at a glance that this young man had never studied martial arts, and he was not even an adult. But this instinct came so strongly that he had a strong hostility towards Lingxi, so he didn't seem enthusiastic.

"Yes, this is my closed disciple. We're talking back to the mountain gate. The old man nodded, and with a wave of his hand, a whirlwind rose out of thin air and enveloped Lingxiu.

The three of them swept rapidly through the sky, but in just a hundred and ten breaths, they leaped over more than a dozen peaks and came to the center of the glorious mountain range.

I saw a main peak, majestic and majestic. The clouds in the sky can only surround it halfway up the mountainside, and there are thousands of magnificent and rare ice towers, ice cliffs up to tens of meters high and light and dark ice cracks that sink step by step, and extremely dangerous ice avalanche avalanche areas are all over the mountain, making this mountain peak like a goddess of the sky, beautiful and heartbreaking, but can only be seen from a distance and cannot be touched.

At this moment, it is noon, and the sky and the earth are bright. It is clearly visible that the violent wind, wrapped in ice and snow sharper than a sword, never stops blowing every inch of the mountain peak.

The old man flew all the way up with a calm face and a spirit rhino full of novelty. In the sky, you can clearly see that all the surrounding peaks are worshipping this main peak, surging towards it.

"This is Diancang Mountain." The old man spoke, shook his hand and sent a piece of jade pendant to Lingxi's hand, and said, "The top of the mountain is in the second heaven, and we will stay here for one night." Don't leave the jade pendant, otherwise ten breaths, you will be blown into slag by the Gangfeng wind. ”

"The master hasn't been back for eight years, and he has to go out in one night?" Lingxiu asked strangely.

The old man did not answer, and soon flew over the clouds of the double heaven, and when the clouds passed, Lingxi's eyes suddenly opened up. On the top of Diancang Mountain, there is a flat land with a radius of thousands of meters, and a palace made of solid ice is standing on the flat ground.

The palace covers an area of hundreds of meters, and the height is also 100 meters, and the whole body is made of solid ice, the appearance is simple, atmospheric, and reflects colorful light under the sunlight.

"Senior Brother Zhenhui has returned, and he has brought a new apprentice. The people of my Cang faction have always been thin, twenty generations, and there are only a few people in each generation. Only you, senior brother, brought back one once you went out, and now there are more than ten. ”

Before Lingxi could take a closer look at the palace, a middle-aged man in a black cloth robe appeared in front of him out of thin air, looking at him with a smile.

"Senior Brother Zhenhong." The old man who was called True Wisdom glanced at him, nodded, and said in a deep voice: "Summoning the heads of all peaks to come here, I have something to announce." ”

"Senior brother, although you are the head of the house, you can't let me run errands as soon as you come back." Zhenhong smiled and pointed at Lingxi: "I think this kid is good, why don't you give it to me to teach, I have only three people in Youfeng, and both of them have gone out to travel, leaving me to do nothing all day long, watching the door here." ”

Zhenhui said: "This is my closed disciple. ”

"Okay, okay." Zhenhong waved his hand, took a few steps in the void, and disappeared into the clouds.

"Come with me." Zhenhui said a word, and took the two of them into the palace. As soon as he entered, Lingxi was amazed.

As far as the eye can see, the first floor of the palace is more than 20 meters high, and the length and width are hundreds of meters. In such a range of palaces, there is not a single pillar in sight of the supporting columns.

And in every inch of the palace, there are frescoes. Whether the warrior practices martial arts, or the beast pounces, or the flower blooms, or the battle of thousands of troops, each pattern is vivid, as if it wants to come alive from the painting.

Lingxi followed Zhenhui all the way, and saw that there were dozens of statues on both sides of the palace, all of which were made of ice. These statues are all full-body portraits of warriors. They are either old people, or young people, or beautiful women. Each one is full of verve. When he saw them, he felt that he had seen the truth.

Zhenhui pointed to these statues and said, "Although the Diancang Sect was founded in the Holy Empire, the history before the Warring States period was annihilated in the flames of war. The current Diancang Sect was re-established in the Nine Kingdoms era. These are the ancestors of this sect who have entered the ground. For more than 700 years, there have been 16 gods and 73 real people. ”

Lingxi nodded, but did not speak. Although the palace is large, it is only a few hundred meters. The three of them soon reached the center of the palace, where they saw thirteen huge thrones made of solid ice and several feet in diameter and width.

Zhenhui walked straight to the top seat and sat down, and ordered Lingxi and Lingxiu to stand beside him.

"Huh." Lingxi had just stood still for more than ten breaths, and on the throne beside him, a person appeared out of thin air. Lingxi was not surprised, knowing that this was due to the fact that he had not practiced martial arts, and he couldn't see the speed of these people at all.

Lingxi glanced at the person who came, and saw that he was the same as the master, an old man with white hair, ruddy complexion, and gray clothes. When the old man came, he did not speak, but sat cross-legged on the throne.

Lingxi was born into the aristocracy, and the etiquette system has been carved into his bones since he was a child. When he saw that the old man did not speak, he felt a little strange in his heart. Since his master is the head of the house, why didn't he say hello when this person came? Could it be a discord with the master?

He didn't know that real people didn't need to speak at all, they could communicate with mental power.