Bamboo forest, small river water.

Meng Bingyun raised his head, looked at the young man in front of him, felt the wind around him from time to time, and suddenly became a little trance-like.

The Supreme Dao Lord, who has been in the world for three hundred years, is now standing in front of him.

Her face was slightly red, but it wasn't because of any emotion, it was just a kind of excitement to see the legend.

For her, and for all the people in the Ninety-Nine Prefectures of Middle-earth, the Dao Lord in front of her is a legend and a mythical existence.

In ancient times, there were holy emperors who ruled the world and suppressed barbarian demon gods, and in ancient times, there were sons who established their hearts and spread the law in the world, and in today's world, it is the Taoist master who preaches the law, providing an opportunity for the cultivation of sentient beings.

No matter what status you are in, no matter what your cultivation qualifications are, as long as you dream, you will be able to see the appearance of the Daoist and see a law.

In the past few hundred years, many people have gotten a chance to get ahead from the micro end because of the gift of the Taoist.

There are also many original families and nobles who spread conspiracy theories, and even the royal family said that the Lord is absorbing the power of faith from all beings.

But no matter how smeared and arranged, this feat of spreading the Dharma to the world is beyond doubt.

Even if the Dao Master needs the power of faith of all sentient beings, so what?

Based on Meng Bingyun's own feelings alone, if it weren't for the Xuanyin Twelve Swords she got when she was in her dream, she might only be able to cultivate her family's exercises forever, and whether she could break through to the Martial Saint in this life is still unspoken.

So the flush on her face was just extremely excited.

"Thank you, Lord Aisle, for saving your life."

After a few moments of flashing thoughts, Meng Bingyun immediately leaned over and saluted the young man in front of him.

But her body was fixed in the air, and she couldn't kneel down.

"Hehe, the Taoist Lord doesn't like others to kneel the most."

Hongluan's crisp voice sounded in her ears, and when she looked at it, the Dao Lord was also looking at her with a smile.

"I don't want to kneel."

The peaceful and clear voice, sounding slightly, seemed to have a heart-warming meaning, making Meng Bingyun finally get up.

She still bowed down and made a long bow, expressing her gratitude and gratitude.

Although the Dao Master didn't want her to reciprocate anything, Meng Bingyun herself still hid this kindness in her heart and remembered it forever.

"Your talent is very high, if it weren't for the sword intent of the Xuanyin Twelve Swords, I wouldn't have been able to perceive you. So you don't need to thank me, everything is your fate. ”

Meng Bingyun listened to the Dao Master's slightly appreciative tone, and a trace of joy flashed in his heart, but he immediately bowed down again and said:

"Without the grace of the Dao Lord to pass on the Dharma, there would be no ice clouds today."

"Try this sword."

The boy shook his head, and a wooden sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

It seems to be made of peach wood, and the whole body is three feet and three inches long, but there is no unique primary color of wood under a closer look, but there is a trace of dark gold.

As soon as Meng Bingyun looked at it, he heard the sound of a long sword coming out of its sheath.

Scold!

The crisp and ethereal sound of drawing the sword was not as heavy as an ordinary wooden sword at all, but like a cold and cold star of Kyushu, so sharp that it seemed to cut through everything.

"The Seven Peerless Swords of the Peach God! Wow yes! This is made of the flesh of the peach god! ”

And at this moment, the little girl on the side, Hongluan, saw this sword, her eyes were round, and her little arms and legs danced again and again, as if she was extremely surprised.

The Seven Peerless Swords of the Peach God?

Meng Bingyun saw Hongluan like this, and his heart jumped inexplicably.

It is rumored that hundreds of years ago, the Taishi Mountain Range, which stretches for several states and is tens of thousands of miles away, was pushed to the ninefold heavenly dome by someone in a duel of peak powerhouses.

And the two powerhouses in that battle, one of them was the Dao Lord in front of him, and the other was the mighty Peach God.

I heard that in the first war of that year, the sky collapsed, the sea withered and the rocks rotted, and the galaxy reversed.

In the end, the Taoist Lord combined the power of all living beings to make the stone sprout, and then completely destroyed the peach god in one fell swoop.

These records have been depicted by later generations as myths, and the fall of Middle-earth and the fall of the universe are all written vividly, and these are naturally polished as soon as they are heard.

But most of the events in it are real.

For example, the Taishi Mountain Range, which stretches for tens of thousands of miles, is still very empty.

And at the top of the heavenly dome is also a floating sacred mountain with the Taishang Dao.

Meng Bingyun didn't know how much truth there were in the history books, but at least he knew the cultivation of the peach god back then.

It was a super powerhouse at the peak of the Nine Tribulations of the Ghost Immortal, one step closer to achieving the Yang God!

Such a person, even if all living beings in the world can cultivate martial arts and cultivate the Dao, there is not a single one!

This sword is made from the flesh of the peach god?

At this moment, Meng Bingyun couldn't help but feel slightly dizzy.

With the pinnacle of the Nine Tribulations as a guide, what kind of terrifying power should the long sword refined by the Supreme Dao Lord be?

"Dao Master... I..."

Meng Bingyun swallowed his saliva quietly, and he didn't dare to raise his head to look directly at this Peach God Seven Absolute Sword.

You must know that the best sword she has ever touched in her life is only at the level of an innate martial artist!

It was after the victory of the family competition, and the patriarch specially lent her the sword for seven days.

During that time, she almost fell asleep with a long sword in her arms.

"Hold it, you are my Supreme Dao contemporary saint."

But at this moment, the young man's voice became extremely indifferent.

His eyes were no longer as peaceful as Fang Cai, but had a charm of ignoring everything and forgetting everything.

The air around him suddenly became cold.

Whew!

It was a warm breeze, but suddenly it began to have a heavy killing intention, like an autumn knife sweeping, stirring up a deep chill to the bones.

Meng Bingyun only felt that all the pores of his body trembled at this moment.

What's going on?

Dream Bingyun, who was in the prime of her life, was hit by this cold breath for no reason, and a scene of streamer-like phantoms suddenly rose in her mind.

The smoke of the fire and gunpowder littered the field.

The younger sister who grew up together and followed her every day, her father and mother who worked hard and protected her when she grew up, although there was friction and vindictiveness, but the relatives who were still inseparable at the critical moment...

Dead, all dead.

It was as if she saw her sister's desperate and distracted eyes, heard the screams of her parents who had used their last strength to let her escape, and smelled the smell of burning, scorching and bloody chaos.

Why? Why should my family be in a tragic situation? Why did these calamities happen to me?

Woo-la-la!

The bone-chilling airflow, along with the movement of the Xuanyin Twelve Swords, quickly poured into the five internal organs and six internal organs of the Dream Ice Cloud.

She froze in place.

But the swirling sword intent around him has become more and more profound and dignified.

"Poof!"

In the next moment, she took a step forward and grasped the Seven Peerless Swords of the Peach God!

"I'm not reconciled..."

A strong will, at this moment, completely dispelled all her awe and all her concerns.

The wooden long sword was completely held in her hand, and seemed to be triggered by the thoughts within it, and began to emerge the terrifying power that had been silent for hundreds of years.

The fear of the seven emotions and the pain of the six desires.

Boom Boom!

Meng Bingyun's eyes flickered, and he felt that his face was pierced by the wind like a Dao knife, and everything in his sight turned into an inexplicable existence that he had never seen before.

That person, with a miserable white mask on his face, outlined his eyes only with vermilion, and his scarlet eyes revealed endless weirdness.

Peach God!

At this moment, Meng Bingyun didn't know that he had seen the terrifying god at the peak of the Nine Tribulations, and all the wishes in his heart suddenly disappeared without a trace.

This power of the Ninefold Demon Abyss, which was about to fall to the boundless border just by looking at it, was it the enemy that the Dao Lord fought against back then?

"Peach God..."

However, at this moment, Meng Bingyun suddenly stroked the tips of his hair, and a trace of resoluteness appeared on his beautiful face.

In the next moment, she grabbed the long sword in her hand and swung it fiercely!

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