The fairy aura lingers, and the sword light is vertical and horizontal.

Countless figures, intertwined back and forth, like Bai Lian, interspersed with the sword.

In the midst of the sword qi and the swaying figure, there is an ancient stone stele, which is majestic and ancient, and seems to have experienced the baptism of countless years.

The sky is long, the auspicious clouds are ten thousand, the cranes are dancing in the sky, and the figures of the sword and the clouds here are fluttering like immortals, and it is a fairy land outside the world.

A crane-haired, snow-haired and dusty old man, stepping on the clouds, frowning, looked down with a solemn expression, as if he was worried about something.

The blue light flashed, and a young man with big sleeves and a scabbard on his back arrived, seeing that the long sword was about to hit the cloud head under the old man, he saw that the young man looked calm, his gesture was lightly pinched, and the long sword stopped, extremely moving, extremely quiet, and reversed in an instant.

The young man stood on top of the long sword, bowed to the old man, and said in a deep voice: "Master, the Heroic Soul Monument has been suppressed. ”

Hearing this, the old man's frowning brows relaxed slightly, and he said slowly: "It's good to suppress it, in the battle of Zhuolu that year, the emperor defeated Chiyou and replaced Shennong, and he couldn't bear to see the heroic soul in the war, and since then he has disappeared between heaven and earth, so as to secretly set up the heroic soul monument, in order to gather the heroic souls of the world, and look forward to the heroic souls of the descendants of Yan and Huang, who can use the space of the heroic soul monument to achieve success in cultivation and become immortals." ”

"I don't want to, someone secretly broke the confinement and secretly released these heroic souls, fortunately, we found out in time, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable."

"Master, the Heroic Soul Monument has now been suppressed, but there are still more than ten heroic souls have left, Hongfei is faint, there is no way to find out, this heroic soul was alive, all of them are peerless figures who are dominant, Xuanhe for a while, the disciple is ignorant, I don't know what to do next, and I ask the master to teach." The young man looked ashamed, but he had to give up his hand and ask for advice.

The old man with a childish face, holding his snow-white long beard, sighed: "This is a catastrophe, the catastrophe is coming, and there will be people who should be robbed, not that you and the teacher can intervene." ”

"However, for the more than ten escaped heroic souls, you don't have to worry, the master has already secretly used means to send them into a troubled era in the time and space of history."

"This is a magic weapon refined for the teacher, "The Classic of Mountains and Seas", you put it into the world, it can be regarded as a gift from the old man to the person who should be robbed, after all, we are derelict in our duties first, how can we ignore it." As he spoke, the old man handed out a book that looked a little old, but on the whole looked antique.

"Yes, Master." The young man took a book from the old man with both hands.

This is a magic weapon, the antique cover, it looks like an old book, since it is refined by the master himself, it must be extraordinary, I hope to be able to help the so-called people who should be robbed, the young man did not hesitate, turned around and left, presumably to put this magic weapon into the world.