The morning dawn has arrived, the ancient forest is quiet, the vast land is covered with silver, and the cold wind is cold.

In the middle of the forest, the leaves of the trees have fallen and covered with snow, and a hut stands alone.

The sheep intestine trail winds up, the snow is swept to both sides, covered with ten miles of red makeup, and the sky is full of sunshine.

The hut is slightly dilapidated, and in the depths of this mountain forest, gazing day and night, looking at the moonlight.

The curtain was light and frosty, drinking alone in the snow, and in the hut, the biting cold wind blew into the tent along the dilapidated roof.

Before Xiaojing, a woman sat on a chair, stretched out her hand, and pulled three thousand green silk behind her ear.

The woman looked at Xiaojing, powdered her makeup, slowly knotted her hair, and sang lightly, the girl's unique smell wrapped her, and a lock of green silk hung down like a waterfall on the back of her head.

Dai's eyebrows are crooked, her eyes are full of lovesickness, and her slender eyelashes fall, so that people can't see the bright eyes and the straight nose.

The dripping cherry-like red lips are extremely attractive, the pink cheeks are slightly red, the melon seeds' pretty face is as crystal as jade, and the snow muscles that can be broken by blowing are like ice and frost.

The woman is tall and graceful, her clothes are timid red, but she is dyed by the moonlight, like Chu Yanwan, charming and moving, happy and hateful.

Sitting quietly in the hut, his eyes are full of lovesickness.

On the ancient road covered with red makeup, a man covered in blood walked towards the hut with sonorous steps.

The man was wearing a red tiger-headed battle kai, and the cloak behind his back had been torn apart, which attracted people's attention.

In his hand, he held a nine-foot long sword, stained with blood, the long sword was red, and a hollow and godless eye slowly closed.

The man stood outside the hut, carrying his left hand, which had nowhere to put it, but he refused to let it go.

The masculinity is domineering, and the demeanor reveals the mighty, and a pair of wolf eyes see through everything and see through everything.

On the bronze cheeks, there was a terrifying scar, and the stubble was sparse, like a triumphant general on the battlefield.

"Li Lang, do you know how long I've been waiting for you? The cold kiln of the thousand windows is covered with ten miles of red makeup, waiting for you to marry me, but what about you?

The woman stepped out of the hut with a gentle demeanor, two lines of tears sliding down her cheeks like congealed cream.

The woman's beautiful eyes were touching and soul-snatching, and her words were full of hatred for the man.

"Xiyue, I'm here!"

The man's words revealed a touch of emotion, and a few short words made Xiyue's pretty face full of cold loneliness.

The woman stretched out her green jade hand, wiped the tears from the corners of her bright eyes, and gently bit her cherry red lips, and her aggrieved look spread to her heart.

Turning around, Xiyue's back was slightly gloomy, and she walked alone towards the dilapidated wooden house.

Snow fell above the sky, the temperature was terrifyingly low, the wind was bitter, and the earth was covered in silver.

In the boundless snowy plain, only the dilapidated wooden houses stand alone, the rain has a hat and a cloth, and the cold has a silk cloth.

The man faded away from his battle armor, like a general who had returned to the field and unloaded his armor, and sat alone on a stone bench that had been half-submerged in the snow.

"I just hope to return to the field and unload my armor, and I can still drink the tea you made!"

The man exhaled a cold breath, his bare upper body, his sonorous and powerful bronze muscles bulging, and the green tendons were fully displayed.

Scars, scars, countless terrifying scars remained on the man's body, engraved in his heart like a brand.

Looking at these old scars, his expression became full of guilt, and he gradually recalled the past.

......

The Shenwu Continent, which is a vast continent with an extremely wide area, has gradually transformed the evil thoughts of human beings into power over time, and has been stored on a magic sword that has survived for 10,000 years.

The man's name is Li Xuanyuan, and he is an ordinary existence among all living beings, the most inconspicuous ant, as weak as a grain of rice.

By chance, Li Xuanyuan obtained the magic sword, a magic sword forged by ten thousand evil thoughts, and quickly devoured Li Xuanyuan's mind.

The blood-colored magic sword turned into a sky-high black light, piercing the sky.

Li Xuanyuan became a tool of killing, wantonly slaughtering living beings, and the Shenwu Continent was in turmoil for 10,000 years.

All of you peerless powerhouses were killed and wounded.

In that noble and silent battlefield, Li Xuanyuan held a magic sword in his hand, turning into a ghostly god of death, and his battle cry cut through the silence and slashed the nine heavens.

The light and darkness between heaven and earth flickered, and it was stained by the monstrous evil thoughts on Li Xuanyuan's body.

The sword marks are not exhausted, the blue blood stains the sky, the corpses and bones are full of wolf smoke, and the blood of the peerless powerhouses has not faded, but the corpses and bones are cold.

The war is raging, the Shenzhou Continent is full of white bones, and the magic sword appreciates this elegant scenery, slaughtering the common people and killing the gods.

Nine ruins are kings, the ancient times are respected, the heavens are destroyed, and the demon sword is the only emperor.

All peerless powerhouses are dedicated to divine martial arts, vowing to kill the magic sword, and return the world to peace and prosperity.

Although the magic sword is called the emperor, everyone in the world has been slaughtered, there are no more evil thoughts, the sky is constantly repaired, and the rules are restored in an instant.

Although the magic sword could not be nourished, the evil thoughts and darkness did not subside, but became more and more intense, incarnating and slaughtering the demons of the Nine Heavens.

The evil thoughts that were sealed in this sword rushed out of the sword body, snatched Li Xuanyuan, held Shenwu in his hand, and died in an instant.

All peerless powerhouses are dispatched, and the mighty power can destroy the heavens and the earth, and destroy the nine heavens.

The battle was about to break out, and the ancient aura seemed to destroy the gods, the earth shattered, and the heavenly dao collapsed.

After the battle of the ninth reincarnation, Xiyue waited for Li Xuanyuan IX, and guarded the cold kiln IX, for a whole 10,000 years, and the love never faded.

The magic sword that devoured the mind by the magic sword, slaughtered all the powerhouses, and in the end, there were only more than ten peak powerhouses left, incarnating ten thousand ways, and sealing the sword demon with their bodies.

Li Xuanyuan was liberated, but the evil thoughts of the world will eventually come back, even if it is peerless, it will no longer be, people's hearts are unpredictable, the world is sinister, and there will be demons.

The power of the magic sword will inevitably sweep the divine martial arts again, and the will of the peerless powerhouses will pierce through the nine heavens, gather into a remnant soul, fall into reincarnation, and wait for the moment when they will practice again after reincarnation, and they will once again be given the heavy responsibility of sealing the magic sword.

......

Every time Li Xuanyuan recalls these past events 10,000 years ago, he always inadvertently sheds tears.

The eldest husband was born in heaven and earth, with eternal hearts and souls, but he was devoured by the magic sword, slashed the nine heavens, stirred up the wind and clouds, and Shenwu finally fell into chaos.

This is a knot in his heart, and it is also his inner demon, Li Xuanyuan finally returned to this paradise and chose to spend the rest of his life with Xiyue.

"Still thinking about the past?"

Xiyue's crisp voice sounded, and her graceful posture took two lines of footprints in the snow and walked to Li Xuanyuan's side.

Holding a pot of hot tea in his hand, it looks particularly warm in the ice and snow, and the exquisite porcelain jade pot bears it, stretching out his hand of Qianqian jade, Xiyue slowly pours this fragrant hot tea into the cup.

Li Xuanyuan's eyes were slightly closed, and his bronzed cheeks were full of guilt, although it was a peaceful and prosperous era, but that turmoil was a hurdle that he couldn't get over after all.

"Xiyue, you and I are here to stay together in this life, I will seal this place, and outsiders will not be able to enter until we meet the reincarnation of the will of the peerless powerhouse!"

Li Xuanyuan's wolf eyes opened, and an ethereal aura appeared above the sky, like a dragon cast in gold, and the entire paradise suddenly turned into a black point of light and disappeared.