The morning sun shines on the "Hanging View".

It is indeed true to say that it is a "suspended view", and the whole view is built on a cliff, hidden in the evergreen pines and cypresses.

Below is the bottomless abyss, perennial fog, especially when the fog is murmuring, the fog surrounds the hanging view with the wind, many times, only the ridge farthest from the cliff is exposed, hanging there alone, feeling that there is no foundation, and it will fly out at any time. At a glance, my heart suddenly hangs.

The overall building of the "Hanging View" is extremely simple, the area is extremely narrow, and the glazed tiles on it have faded in color, making it look a little pale. The outside looks like a house on the opposite ridge, and it looks a bit like a place for folk benevolents, worshipping gods, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

No one can tell what era the "Hanging View" was built in, and how far away it is from the "Qiyang" Dynasty?

However, those old men who have extensive knowledge and experience speculate from the pattern of architecture that it is estimated that it is at least thousands of years away from the "Qiyang" Dynasty.

The exterior of the body is very ancient, but the inside is even simpler, with only a square table and two very shabby rattan chairs. In fact, it is extremely cramped inside, and no other things are allowed.

In addition, the most conspicuous thing is that on the wall facing the door, there is a two-foot-long wooden frame with a long package on it. The wrap is fiery red, no more than three feet long. Outside the red cloth, there are strips of yellow silk wrapped around it, giving it an antique look.

At this time, a pair of middle-aged men and women were sitting silently on the rattan circle chair.

The woman was dressed in a pale pink dress, her skin was delicate, her eyes were as clear as water, and her long hair hung down on her left chest, exuding a weak beauty in her flowing.

The man has a majestic figure, and there is a handsome appearance between the sword eyebrows, but there is a faint sense of gloom.

The man and woman who sat quietly were none other than Lu Xiaotian, the head of the Nine Great Immortal Sects, the head of the "Fairy Sword Sect", and his wife "Lin Zixuan".

"Sixteen years have passed since the twenty-year period. But we still haven't found anyone who can urge this 'Demon Suppression Sword', is it true that the people on this side can't escape this catastrophe!" Lu Xiaotian muttered as he looked at the red package.

Twenty years ago, it was the recovery of all things, the heyday of the vitality of heaven and earth, the mana of the immortal dao was thriving, and the secret technique of the dao method had entered the pure green realm.

But at the same time, the demonic arts are also going hand in hand, competing with each other, not only did not fall, but there was also a spearhead that surpassed the immortal gate.

The magic of the Demon Dao Extreme Saint "Leaving the Demon King" is profound, vicious and abnormal, and the wisps invade all directions, and everywhere they go, the lives are devastated, and the blood flows like a river. The Nine Great Immortal Sects have no one who can compete with them.

In the end, the founding patriarch of the "Immortal Sword Gate" united with the nine great immortal sect extreme saint masters, fought hard with the demon lord for nine days, and finally broke through the demon lord's heavy building, so that his soul was scattered in the nine heavens.

But the Nine Great Immortal Gates also suffered heavy losses, and the six Immortal Gates Yuanyang collapsed, drifted away without a trace, and disappeared.

The remaining three immortal gates, "Xianjian Gate", "Ziyang Gate", and "Qingfeng Gate", were also greatly damaged, and there were few disciples left.

When he was dying, he passed the position of head to "Lu Xiaotian", and said: "I have tried my best all my life, but I still can't control the 'Demon Sword', otherwise I won't suffer heavy casualties." Although the Demon Lord has temporarily dissipated, after twenty years of training, it has condensed the Yin Qi of the Ten Thousand Domains, and it will inevitably make a comeback, and at that time, the bloody storm will be even worse than this time......!

Before he finished speaking, the founding patriarch smiled bitterly and his soul scattered......

"Master, don't worry about it, although Ping'er's talent is not amazing, but she is strong-willed, kind-hearted, and has built a foundation for many years, and in time, she may be able to enter the realm of apotheosis. Lin Zixuan said slowly, her beautiful face was full of agility.

"Heaven and earth are created, opportunities are hard to find, everything is fate. I've been sitting here all night, let's go, let's go back. ”

After Lu Xiaotian finished speaking, he got up and walked out of the "Hanging View", looked back at the red package again, sighed lightly, and floated down with Lin Zixuan......

............

On a thatched and fluffy path, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy staggered along. Although the footsteps are fast, they have no foundation, and they are as light as stepping on cotton. The blood stains on the corners of the mouth have been stained red due to repeated rubbing.

After a few moments, the boy was obviously exhausted, and squatted down gasping, and then struggled to get up, but after not taking a few steps, he fell to the ground again. The boy bowed his body, trying to stand up stubbornly again, but he didn't succeed.

"Ping'er! Ping'er ......"

There was a burst of shouts, so that the young man gradually woke up, looked at Lu Xiaotian and Lin Zixuan in front of him, and said timidly: "Dad, mother, why are you here?"

"Are you okay, Ping'er?" Lin Zixuan hurriedly squatted down, with tears in his eyes and a slightly trembling voice.

"If you don't cultivate well, you will make trouble all day long, you will be so impetuous, how can you take on a heavy responsibility!" Lu Xiaotian's tone was tough, but his brows were furrowed, his face flashed, and he exuded pity.

The young man was Lu Xiaotian's son "Lu Lingping", seeing his father's face full of anger, he immediately pressed his hands on the ground, tried to sit up, and said timidly: "No......"

Lu Lingping was obviously in awe of his father, and when he spoke, he saw his father's sharp eyes, and he swallowed the next words. Just rubbed his already swollen cheeks with his hands, pouting his small mouth, obviously a stomach of grievances, and his eye circles were a little red.

In the past, Lu Lingping was indeed impetuous, and often had fist and foot conflicts with "Sun Li", the son of the head of "Ziyangmen", behind his father's back. But his body is weak, and every time he comes back with a fiasco, he has a blue nose and swollen face, and he is covered with injuries.

Every time Lu Lingping was bullied, he always rubbed his injuries secretly, and when he returned home, he was silent, but no one knew.

Only once was the injury too serious to continue to hide, and he lay down for half a month before he barely walked on the ground, crying like a tearful man, and his father was so angry that he paced back and forth, his face was gloomy and a little scary.

At this time, Lu Lingping had a lot of complaints in his heart, feeling that if his father and mother could teach him the secret method of the Divine Realm and obtain boundless divine power, naturally no one would dare to bully, and he would not be so embarrassed.

Since Lu Lingping remembered, every day was a fixed time, squatting in a huge tank, the tank was full of herbs soaked in mountain spring water, the herbs were colorful, bells and whistles, and they couldn't be named, but there was an unpleasant smell, he had to cover his nose tightly with a pair of small hands, but the medicine was strong, and he was still smoked. But after a long time, after gradually getting used to it, I felt soaked in the potion, and it was very comfortable.

At this time, his mother would sit next to him and tell him the gist of the cultivation of the Divine Realm, all kinds of strange things, and various theories of the Hundred Schools of Thought. After a long time, I can memorize what I hear.

Sometimes, he was really puzzled and ran to ask his father when he would be able to teach him the secret method of the Divine Realm. But every time he was reprimanded, every time he looked aggrieved, tightened his timid little face, pouted and walked away.

The sun and the moon are like a shuttle, and Lu Lingping is already sixteen years old. Just a few months ago, his father called him in front of him, stared at him for a moment, and smiled. Finally, he began to carefully teach him the secret method of cultivating in the Divine Realm, and also let him live in the grass hall of the ancestral hall and concentrate on cultivation.

This made Lu Lingping very happy, and at that moment, it really made him smile from ear to ear, pounced, and kissed Lu Xiaotian on the cheek.

Lu Xiaotian wiped a handful of saliva from his face, his face sank, and he scolded: "How old are you?

Since then, Lu Lingping has been like a treasure. Immersing yourself in cultivation every day, you don't want to stop for a moment, you can't wait to eat a meal, you can make rapid progress and become an Immortal Dao Extreme Saint, what a scenery it will be! I will never be bullied again.

But he is familiar with the gist of cultivation, and he knows that he can't become fat by eating in one bite, everything has to be done slowly, and it is useless to be in a hurry. Knowing this, I had no choice but to settle down and move forward step by step.

The Divine Realm cultivation layer is divided into nine layers.

"Nine" is originally the number of Buddhism, ninety-nine is one, and the nine characters of Lao Yin help the work. It's just that after the immortal sect has experienced many calamities, the immortal path is extremely holy and Zen is mysterious, absorbing the strengths of others, and gaining the creation of heaven and earth, so that the spiritual power cultivated is more refined.

The nine layers can be divided into three large levels, each level contains three small levels, after generations of specialized research and evolution, now the cultivation methods have been interlocked, very fine. No matter which sect it is, what kind of cultivation method it uses, it must follow these profound levels of divine transformation.

The first three levels are divided into: soft tendons, grinding bones, and peiyuan.

To be precise, these levels do not yet have the stage of the manifestation of immortal spiritual power, and they are just laying a good foundation for the future. Only by entering the middle level of cultivation is the true Immortal Dao Method, and after reaching the ninth level, you can virtualize the primordial god, circle into the saint, and obtain supreme divine power.

At this time, the content of Lu Lingping's cultivation was only a layer of "soft tendons".

The cultivation method of the Immortal Sword Gate is different, it is a fusion of the fist method and the secret method of the Divine Realm, although the "Eighteen True Hands" is only the primary fist method of the Fairy Sword Gate in terms of force, but it is the best choice for building the foundation.

Only when you reach the advanced stage can you practice the more advanced boxing techniques alone, and in the end, it is a circle and a fusion of one. This is also the ultimate saint of the Fairy Sword Gate, which was founded in accordance with the law of chaos that must be divided for a long time and must be combined for a long time.

I have been looking forward to it for a long time, once he has the opportunity, Lu Lingping has been cultivating day and night, and he will never stop when his eyes are full of stars, his legs are trembling, and he has no strength at all.

It was close to crazy cultivation, so that he was often covered in injuries, and his body was blue and purple. It is said that when it comes to this kind of heat, you should stop and rest, let the damaged musculoskeletal repair is repaired, and overwork can sometimes really kill people.

But he didn't stop, and his little fists were still dancing.

The reason why Lu Lingping was able to persist so much was that in addition to his desire to be ashamed and not be beaten again, to gain control of the "Demon Suppression Sword" at the "Immortal Gate Conference" a few months later, and to share his father's worries, there was another magic weapon to repair his pain, which has been supporting him.