Fairy Sword, Shushan.

Shu Mountain is located in the lofty mountains and mountains in the west of Sichuan, the mountain peaks are empty, like floating clouds, and it is said that it is a place of attraction given to the world by the immortals.

Since the opening of the Shushan faction, the disciples of the past generations have diligently cultivated immortal arts, entered the world to subdue demons, and imprisoned demons in the lock demon tower, blessed the world from the nuisance of demons, and won the love of the people.

The Shushan immortal art practiced in Shushan is mainly based on the cultivation of Dandao and swordsmanship, but the cultivation of Shushan disciples is not only to become immortals, but also to help the world and protect the world, which is different from ordinary cultivation sects.

At the top of Qiongyang Peak, a young man dressed in a simple white robe with a dusty temperament was closing his eyes to breathe.

At this time, it is early spring, the clouds on the horizon are revealed, the aura is pervasive, and the cranes and birds are flying in the middle, which is a good fairy landscape.

After his luck was over, the white-robed young man slowly opened his eyes.

Xu Changqing stood up, took a deep breath, and then pinched out a Dao formula, and the complex law seal appeared.

In an instant, a bright sword light suddenly flashed out, and when he looked closely, it was the Advice Sword that was originally leaning behind Xu Changqing.

The long sword carried sword light, following the guidance of Xu Changqing's fingertips, dancing back and forth, the sword qi was swaying, and the momentum was extraordinary.

From this swordsmanship alone, it is enough to see that Xu Changqing has been practicing swordsmanship for no less than ten years, and he has really worked hard.

"Smack, smack, smack!"

There was a sound of palm clapping, Xu Changqing swung his arm, and the sword seemed to have a spirit, made a circle, and steadily returned to the scabbard, the whole set of movements was extremely smooth and pleasing to the eye.

A figure clapped as he walked out of the forest.

This person has white hair, white eyebrows and white beard, and looks kind and kind, but the majesty and dignity exuded from his body can make people feel that this person's identity is extraordinary.

Seeing this white-eyed old man, Xu Changqing didn't dare to slack off, so he took a step forward immediately, clasped his hands into fists and bowed his head slightly:

"Master."

Qingwei saw Xu Changqing's movements, helped Xu Changqing up with a smile, stroked his beard, and said with a leisurely smile:

"Good boy, get up."

"Changqing, your talent and hard work are in the eyes of the teacher."

"From now on, I will teach you and my Shushan foundation, superior swordsmanship, and swordsmanship!"

"I hope you can continue to work hard to practice in the future and dedicate your heart and soul to the common people in this world!"

Hearing Qingwei's words, Xu Changqing's originally respectful face couldn't help but show a ray of joy.

After many years of hard practice, now that he can finally go further, how can he not be excited.

As soon as Qingwei pointed out, countless knowledge about the sword art was transmitted into the mind of the young man in front of him.

Xu Changqing closed his eyes slightly, sat cross-legged on the ground, and quietly digested the knowledge that came from the slightly.

Seeing this, the white-eyed old man bowed his head and bowed his head, and did not disturb Xu Changqing with the pestle in place, but turned around, turned into a rainbow light, and disappeared.

Just when Xu Changqing finished digesting and was about to open his eyes, a mechanical sound sounded in his ears.

"Welcome the Shushan Swordsman to join the Ten Thousand Worlds Dimensional Exchange Council!"

......

Outside Chaoge City, corpses were everywhere, beacon fires spread, and wolf smoke was everywhere.

As far as the eye can see, there are broken eaves and remnant walls, and the former prosperous and world-famous Shang Dynasty royal capital has been completely sunk in the flames of war.

The soldiers and generals from the Zhou clan, who were strong and stubborn, under the leadership of their leader, King Wu Ji Fa, came from the distant Xiqi to break through the city!

"Hiss~~"

The Chiyan Horse's snort spewed flames and neighed, and the king of the Great Shang Dynasty, Emperor Xinzheng, was holding the reins neatly in armor and slowly marched towards the endless Zhou soldiers outside the city.

Faint flame streaks flickered across Emperor Sin's venerable armor, exuding a terrifying pressure.

It was followed by the last few hundred warriors of the Great Shang Dynasty.

Even though there were thousands of horses and thousands of troops outside the city, and there were gods in the sky, these people did not hesitate in the slightest step, and just followed their king without falling a single step.

This is a true warrior of a hundred battles!

Or hold a bronze sword, or carry a skull-breaking axe, or hold a fine iron shield, or hold a mountain sword.

In the eyes of these soldiers, there was not the slightest fear of death, and some were just admiration for the majestic figure riding on the red flame horse in front of them.

That's the king they once swore their allegiance to the death with their blood!

What the blade is pointing at is the direction!

Even if their king wants to draw his sword and rush into the sky to kill the gods, those of them who are subordinates will not hesitate to follow!

Those who are afraid of death have already fled, and they will not stay here to die.

The remaining Shang Dynasty warriors had long been prepared to face death.

"Let's go."

A thick and deep voice slowly sounded from Di Xin's mouth and fell into the ears of the hundreds of merchants behind him.

Seeing Di Xin, who had taken the lead and galloped out of the horse, these sergeants took a breath.

"Kill!"

Hundreds of people roared in unison, and the sound shook the field.

Hundreds of people condensed into a neat military formation, followed behind the king of Shang, and rushed out of the city, with a momentum like a rainbow!

Even if the enemy is a thousand troops, how can the gods on the clouds treat our army?

It's nothing more than fighting for your life!

Di Xin's thick eyebrows were raised, his eyes were breathtaking, he was not angry and arrogant, and took the lead in rushing out of the city.

At this moment, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Hearing a sound that seemed to come from outside the sky, Di Xin frowned, ignored it, and the next moment, he led all the soldiers to charge towards the Zhou soldiers outside the city, leaving only a place of smoke and dust.

......

Through the Netherworld, the Netherworld.

Xie Bi'an was dressed in a white robe, with his hands behind his back, quietly looking at the reincarnation mirror in front of him, the changes in the world.

The image reflected in the mirror is a corner of the world.

When Xie Bi'an saw a Taoist who slaughtered an entire village with his own hands, devoured the spirit, and helped him practice, he immediately sneered.

"Reiki revival?"

"Is this how the world has changed in recent years..."

"Feeding on sentient beings and helping oneself to become enlightened is also worthy of being called cultivating immortals?"

The young man, whose face was slightly pale, gently stroked the soul hook that wrapped around his arm.

Thousands of years ago, there was an invasion of the outer world, and the Emperor Xudu led the ghosts and gods of the underworld to meet the battle.

Even if he fought outside the void, the residual power that escaped had caused great damage to the entire Netherworld, and the aura was almost exhausted.

After the end of the war, the gods of the netherworld suffered heavy casualties, and in desperation, the Emperor Xudu exhausted his life's cultivation to repair the wounds suffered by the entire heaven and earth, and crossed the ghosts and gods into reincarnation.

And the emperor himself has run out of oil lamps and entered reincarnation, hoping to return from the calamity.

Xie Bi'an is the only one left.

In the underworld of the earthly realm, guarding the world, this is the duty left to him when the Emperor Xudu left.

Thousands of years have passed, and after the recuperation of the Netherworld, the tide of spiritual energy has revived.

But before the gods of the underworld have returned to their places, something has gone very wrong in this world.

"I want to see who is behind the trouble, so that this is about to return to the spiritual energy of the Netherworld, out of the pool."

Xie Bi'an's eyes were slender, and he was cold, and as soon as he stepped on it, he left the Wangxiang platform where the reincarnation mirror was standing.

Crossing a wooden bridge full of vicissitudes, Xie Bi'an's expression did not change in the slightest, even though there were the most beautiful flowers in the world in the river below.

In less than a moment, Bai Wuchang Xie Bi'an, who was carrying his hands on his back, had already come to the intersection of the two worlds of yin and yang, the Netherworld Pass.

Just as Xie Bi'an was about to step out of the netherworld, a voice suddenly sounded, causing the white-robed young man, who had already taken half a step, to stop moving.

"Welcome Netherworld Impermanence to the Council of the Ten Thousand Worlds Dimension Exchange!"

At this moment, the whole air condensed.

Xie Bi'an's divine soul probed the heavens and the earth, and the entire inside and outside of the Netherworld Pass was shrouded in his divine will.

“... Outside the organization. ”

Xie Bi'an frowned.

"What kind of bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods have come out."

"Since they have all been greeted in front of this seat, if you don't go on a trip, won't you lose your reputation?"

"Let's go and see!"

The blue light curtain flashed, and Xie Bi'an snorted coldly and stepped into the passage.