In the Tianxuan Mountain Range, Yan Huailou's slightly trembling and heroic voice lingered and echoed for a long time.

Look at the foot of Jianfeng, in a simple cemetery, large and small graves are arranged in a staggered manner, and the grass is verdant, all over the cemetery.

In a corner of the cemetery, in front of several newly piled mud bags, several tombstones carved from black marble were erected, one of which read "The Tomb of Li Yiang of Tianxuanzong".

In front of Li Yiang's tomb, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young woman has a face like jade, a slender figure, a slender waist, straight legs, and a pale green dress that flutters naturally, with a super-earthly temperament.

This young and beautiful woman is like a fairy who is not stained with the breath of the world, and has a beauty of birth, such as a white lotus flower rolling with dewdrops, and like a fresh snow lotus on a snow-capped mountain, giving people a feeling of not eating the fireworks of the world.

There is no shortage of extremely beautiful women in the world, but it is difficult to find such a beauty with a dusty temperament, as if she has jumped out of the mundane world and integrated with the fresh natural world.

This beautiful and moving girl is Ye Yichen, who went to the Xianwu Realm, she was very calm at the moment, calm and a little cold, staring at the black marble tombstone one meter in front of her, and whispered: "Senior brother, did you hear it? I will take advantage of this era to practice hard, I don't care about the Shuntian Mansion, no matter what the will of the Heavenly Heart, all I want to do is kill all the people in the Yanlong Divine Domain and the Qixia Holy Land, and leave no one behind!"

Around the woman in green, there were five or six young people with serious expressions, wearing bright and gorgeous sword suits, hearing Ye Yichen's whispers with murderous intent and obsession, a woman in white who seemed to be in her twenties Ding Xiaojun walked up to Ye Yichen, patted Ye Yichen's shoulder gently, and said, "Little junior sister, Senior Brother Yiang won't want you to be like this." ”

Ye Yichen still looked at Li Yiang's tombstone calmly, a faint green light flashed around his body, misty, and the Yiheng Sword that flashed green light flew out in a green circle of light.

"Senior sister, I know. ”

Calmly leaving a simple word, Ye Yichen stepped on the Yiheng Sword and flew towards the top of the Sword Peak.

A few young people who were still in front of the cemetery sighed lightly, shook their heads slightly, and looked in the direction of Heavenly Desolate Peak with complicated expressions.

Two forgotten peaks, two forgotten bridges have long been repaired, the light of the Qixia Shenmu is scattered, and the falling phoenix stone is out.

Chu Dui Chaoqing and the group of disciples stood on the two forgets, staring blankly at the Heavenly Desolate Peak, sighing one after another.

"Chu Duan, what do you mean by the best era?"

Hearing a few sighs behind him, Chao Qing, who was dressed in a cyan thin skirt, looked at Chu Duan, a heroic man beside him, and said lightly: "Since the head master said so, then the best time should have come, but I didn't feel any changes between heaven and earth. ”

Chu Duan is eight feet tall, with sword eyebrows and a wide forehead, big eyes and thin lips, heroic and extraordinary, dressed in a gorgeous dress made of orange and blue, and stands on the bridge with a straight chest.

After hearing Chaoqing's words, Chu Duan stretched out his right hand and raised it to the sky, and an orange fairy sword, Lone Crane, appeared in the palm of his hand out of thin air.

"Whew!"

Chu Duan held the lonely bird and slashed at the sky in front of him, and an orange sword light with a length of 100 meters and a width of 10 meters flew out, and after bursting into a brilliant brilliance in the night sky, it faded silently.

"yes, nothing has changed at all. But I believe that the master of the sect will not go wrong, since it is the best of times, we can concentrate on cultivation. Some of the same disciples have entered reincarnation, and since there is a theory of reincarnation, then we should pull them back from samsara. ”

After speaking, Chu Duan flew up to the lonely bird, leaving an orange beam of light in the night sky and disappearing into the night sky.

Looking at Chu Duan in the distance, Chao Qing nodded to the group of juniors and sisters behind him, and then slowly walked towards Yunqi Peak.

Washing the Sword Pavilion, the sword washing pool within a radius of 100 meters is still dry, and only the broken jade and broken stones are filled in the bottom of the pool.

Next to the sword washing pool, Fang Junshi sat around with Zhu Jin and the others, looking down at the dry bottom of the pool, and the sword qi around his body flew towards the bottom of the sword washing pool.

Fang Junshi was slender, dressed in a white sword robe, with his hair scattered, and a trace of sword aura between his eyebrows, and muttered to himself: "The best era, what do you refer to?"

Fang Zhujin, who was about three meters away from Fang Junshi, stood up leisurely, his verdant clothes like green bamboo fluttered in the air at will, and his face was calm at the moment, like a contemplative old man, looking at the direction of Tianhuang Peak uncertainly.

"Senior brother, you say, will Senior Brother still appear?"

After being silent for a long time, Zhu Jin suddenly said such a sentence, and looked at the muddy path leading to Tianxuan Peak with some sentimentality.

"There are saints who come out of a thousand years, and since the senior brother is a saint who comes out once in a thousand years, I don't think he will enter reincarnation so easily. ”

After Fang Junshi finished speaking, he stood up suddenly, and a dazzling pale blue light erupted around him, enveloping him like a blue flame.

The aura of the sword between heaven and earth rolled in, turning into a three-foot-long pale blue fairy sword, which spun rapidly in the pale blue light, emitting a "buzzing" sword sound.

Fang Junshi pinched the sword trick in his right hand, and pointed at the bottom of the sword washing pool with great force, only to see the light blue fairy sword "sigh" across the sword washing pool, with a light blue beam of light hovering down in the sword washing pool.

However, the Light Blue Immortal Sword flew less than one percent away from the level of the Sword Washing Pool, and then it completely dimmed, and then disappeared into the spiral-like light blue traces.

Seeing the light blue fairy sword disappear, Fang Junshi stretched out his right hand, and a crystal clear blue crystal sword appeared in the palm of his hand, which was his natal fairy sword - Shi Jun.

The three-foot-long sword of the Shijun Immortal Sword, the blade of the sword glows with a clear blue light, and the hilt of the sword is Luoshui Nanmu, which looks gorgeous and solid.

"Since it is the best era, then you should be worthy of the best of yourself!"

Fang Junshi looked up in the direction of Tianhuang Peak, his expression was solemn, and he walked towards the Sword Washing Pond step by step.

"Jun Shi!" Zhu Jin watched Fang Jun Shi's movements, and instantly understood what he was going to do.

"Senior Brother..."The disciples of the Sword Washing Pavilion who were sitting cross-legged stood up in shock, looking at Fang Junshi with hope and concern in their eyes.

In the Sword Washing Pavilion of Tianxuanzong, there has always been such a legend that the Sword Washing Pool can not only sharpen the fairy sword, but also sharpen the sword heart, and often meditate next to the Sword Washing Pool, which can make the sword heart firm and spotless.

It is rumored that the Sword Washing Pool was incarnated by an ancient powerful sword domain, which was filled with countless pure and flawless sword intent, so that the sword body could be purified, the sword heart could be carved, and the sword intent could be clarified.

If you can get a trace of sword intent from that great power, your future achievements are limitless, even if you compare it to the current Sword Saint Tang Jiu, you might as well let it go.

However, everything is just a legend, since the founding of Tianxuanzong, 70,000 years have passed, and no one has found half a wisp of sword intent in the sword washing pool, but there are not a few people who have died because of it.

Now, Fang Junshi slowly but firmly walked towards the sword washing pool, and the kind of fire buried deep in their hearts was ignited again, and at the same time, they were extremely worried.

Walked to the edge of the sword washing pool, looked at the deep pit that was about a hundred zhang long, took a deep breath, and then turned his body into a light blue fairy sword ten zhang long and two zhang wide together with the Shijun Sword in his hand, and after a second's pause, he flew towards the bottom of the pool with an indomitable momentum.

Next to the Sword Washing Pool, more than a dozen Sword Washing Pavilion disciples and Zhu Jin stared intently at the Light Blue Fairy Sword, and complex expressions flashed on their faces.

"Khooth!"

Not long after, a crisp cracking sound came out, the blue fairy sword shattered, and Fang Junshi's slender body and the three-foot-long Shijun Immortal Sword revealed their true faces at the same time.

At the same time, in the void ten zhang away from the bottom of the Sword Washing Pool, a crack pierced by the Shijun Sword appeared, emitting a ray of divine silver light.

"The best of times? ”

Fang Jun began to clutch his chest, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and then his body fell weakly, and soon fell to the bottom of the pool full of stones.

"Knock, knock, knock......"

With a few gurgling sounds, a splash of water appeared in the crack, which soon submerged the bottom of the pool, and then even Fang Junshi flooded together.

"Senior brother!" The disciples of the Sword Washing Pavilion were shocked and wanted to save Fang Junshi.

"Jun Shi!" "Jun Shi!" the bamboo soared, and an emerald green fairy sword appeared under his feet, flying towards the bottom of the pool.

"Bang!"

A loud bang came out, and the flying bamboo energy quickly collided with the rapidly permeating pool water in the sword washing pool, and then was bounced away.

Because he flew too fast, he was also bounced badly, and fell directly to the side of the sword washing pool.

"What's going on?!" Zhu Jin was startled, and got up with a grunt, staring at the sword washing pool with his eyes shining.

"Senior Brother Zhu, are you okay?" The disciple of the Sword Washing Pavilion hurriedly walked over and waited with Zhu Jin.

Zhu Jin waved his hand, indicating that it was okay, and then beckoned the disciples of the Sword Washing Pavilion who looked confused to leave the area around the Sword Washing Pool.

Jiujiang Pavilion, at the top of Wangjiang Tower, a handsome woman in white clothes and white hair held her hands behind her back, looking at the direction of Yuntai with her eyes.

This white-haired woman is Su Tianxin, after the Battle of the Great Lake, Su Tianxin endured too much, and she turned white overnight.

"The best of times, is it really that simple?"

Listening to Yan Huailou's words that stirred up the entire Tianxuan Mountain Range, Su Tianxin muttered to himself, and a little loneliness and helplessness appeared on his face.

During the Battle of the Great Lakes, Su Tianxin controlled the Four Immortals alone, dominated the Spirit Gathering Array, and had insight into too many heavenly opportunities, and at the same time endured too much.

After the Battle of the Great Lake, Su Yue has not woken up yet, and Su Tianxin has been standing on the top of the Wangjiang Tower, and has not communicated with anyone in the Jiujiang Pavilion.

"There have been saints for thousands of years, senior brother, you have sacrificed so much, have you calculated that they will not let you enter reincarnation easily. ”

Su Tianxin's heart was incomprehensible, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist, and he looked at the night above him in a daze, and sighed.

At the foot of Tianxuan Peak, on the bridge of the two realms, Liu Songling and Jinse Fairy sat opposite each other.

In front of each of them was a small wooden table half a meter high, with some tea and various fruits in the corner of the wooden table.

Liu Songling held a brown brush, looked down at the table, and drew a picture very seriously.

On the opposite side, Fairy Jinse stroked the piano with both hands, simply tuned a few rhymes, and then a light song sounded leisurely on the bridge between the two realms.