The sword mound is said to have been the site of King Jiang's palace in the Spring and Autumn Period.

How many elite casters in the past have spent their lives dreaming of the holy land, and the world-famous Jiantai is half from this place.

Although it is the place where weapons are made, it also buries many peerless famous swords, and although the number of legends is not as numerous as the load, few people can successfully find it.

In front of the sword-casting furnace, Murong Ziying sat quietly, without saying a word, just silently looking at the white-robed Taoist in front of him.

A year ago, passing by here, Long Kui knew that this place was the former site of Jiang Guo in the past, and found that the fire in the sword furnace was not extinguished, and Murong Ziying lived here for a long time.

"What are your plans for the future?"

A deep voice suddenly sounded, breaking the silence.

"I don't know." Murong Ziying shook her head and looked at Yang Xuan in confusion, with a hint of bitterness at the corner of her mouth.

Like the original plot, the Qionghua faction still perished, and Murong Ziying can be regarded as a homeless person now.

"Let's go to Tianyun City." Yang Xuan turned around, stood in front of Murong Ziying with his armrest, and said lightly.

"Tianyun City?" Murong Ziying frowned, "What Daoist friends are talking about is Tianyun City, which is also one of the eight sects of Kunlun?" ”

Tian Yong City, Tian Yong City is the most gathering place of the world's pure qi, which is extremely conducive to the personal cultivation of immortal cultivators, and has been spread since ancient times the cultivation method of "respecting the Qing and suppressing turbidity".

At this time, Tianyun City was not the world-famous immortal cultivator who had Ziyin Zhenren in charge hundreds of years later, but was only a very weak vein in the eight veins of Kunlun.

Compared with the Qionghua faction, Tianyun City at this time was a younger brother.

It is also with the firm belief of the disciples of Tianyun City, the master and apprentice support each other, and they use the method of promoting and suppressing turbidity and sealing techniques to barely suppress the evil and protect this place where the pure qi is at its peak.

Yang Xuan immediately pointed out a clear path to Murong Ziying and said, "In the future, you can consider going to Tianyun City." ”

"Why do you want to go to Tianyun City?" Murong Ziying really didn't understand why Yang Xuan would persuade him to go to the second-rate sect of Tianyun City.

"The cultivation environment there is very good, what is lacking is the method of cultivating immortals," Yang Xuan walked out with steps, and said as he walked, "Bring your Qionghua faction's cultivation method of emphasizing the unity of man and sword to Tianyong City, and continue the inheritance of the Qionghua faction." ”

Yang Xuan's back disappeared with the words, leaving only Murong Ziying thinking silently......

The blue sky is cloudless, the endless sea and the sky merge into one, the sea is sparkling, and a flock of seagulls flies in the sky.

"That's it."

Above the sky, Yang Xuan stepped on auspicious clouds, and his eyes fell on a small island.

I saw that the small island was lush and green, and the sea water near the surrounding island was even clearer and blue, like crystal clear blue jade.

The divine thought swept away, and the depths of the island were full of towering ancient trees, and the big trees surrounded by one person abounded, but there was no human population at all.

On that day, Yang Xuan and Murong Ziying left the Sword Shrine after saying goodbye and came to the East China Sea.

Yang Xuan came to the East China Sea in order to find a place to refine magic weapons.

In fact, Yang Xuan originally planned to find a suitable place to refine magic weapons in the Central Plains, but considering the terrifying aura of the "Sword of Defeat", Yang Xuan decided to go overseas far away from the Central Plains to find a secluded place to refine magic weapons out of safety and confidentiality.

So I came to the East China Sea again.

More than two years ago, the East China Sea opened its eyes widely, causing sea turmoil, resulting in natural disasters that swept almost the entire East China Sea, and even the coastal areas of China and Turkey were also affected.

Therefore, many islands in the East China Sea are now barren and inhabited, which is the place to cultivate and refine magic weapons.

"This place is isolated from the world, and the aura between heaven and earth is quite abundant, so it is the best choice for me to cultivate the magic weapon."

In the sky above the island, the seagulls were chirping and circling in the air, and the fresh sea breeze was blowing from the sea level, which made Yang Xuan, who had just landed on the beach, feel cool, so he walked towards the depths of the island with his hands down.

In the center of the island, there is a rolling mountain range with pleasant views, and in the center of the mountain range, two towering peaks

And in the middle of the two peaks is a mountain stream, the flowing water is murmuring, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the rich aura is all over the mountain stream, which makes people only feel relaxed and happy.

"I didn't expect there to be a small hut here?"

Yang Xuan stepped into the mountain stream, but found a small abandoned hut by the stream, and it is estimated that there were monks who had cultivated here before.

Walking into the thatched hut, Yang Xuan found that it was quite clean, but it was a little desolate, and it was obviously uninhabited for a long time.

However, Yang Xuan was not dissatisfied with this, he had planned to find a cave to live in, but now that he had a ready-made hut to live in, it was too late for him to be happy.

At that moment, Yang Xuan sat cross-legged, took out a pill from the treasure bag and took it, and began to close his eyes and breathe, nourish his spirit, and prepare for not refining the magic weapon.

Two days later, when the first rays of sunlight fell into the hut, Yang Xuan's tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly.

"The time has come."

In a secluded cave, Yang Xuan sat cross-legged, with a golden ancient sword beside him.

In front of him, a heavy bronze coffin lay there quietly. Around the bronze coffin, there are four spirit beads of different colors.

"Let's go."

With a slight wave of his hand at the copper coffin, the crown cover of the copper coffin fell automatically, and there was no coffin lid to block it, and suddenly a sword that seemed to be different from the peerless sword style rose to the sky...... Strictly speaking, it can't be called a "sword", after all, it's only a half-finished product, only a rough outline, and there is no sword blade, at most it can only be called a sword embryo, not to mention that even the sword soul is lost.

"Although I lost my sword soul, it was also more pure."

Looking at the sword embryo exuding the aura of defeat in front of him, Yang Xuan's face was still unwavering.

Although this uncast sword embryo looked extremely inconspicuous, after it appeared in Yang Xuan's sight, the air that was originally dim suddenly filled with pale blood-colored incantations, densely packed, ghostly painted peach talismans, but the aura contained in it was terrifying, and Yang Xuan, who was immersed in the scene, also frowned slightly.

Rundown and death.

This was Yang Xuan who felt such a terrifying aura from the pitch-black sword embryo, although this sword of defeat looked rusty.

The awe-inspiring murderous aura contained in that sword embryo was simply a natural murder weapon.

Yang Xuan stretched out his hand at the Sword of Defeat and let it fall into his hands.

In an instant, a killing aura burst out from the tip of the sword, as if the sword of defeat was swearing its new life.

And when Yang Xuan looked at the word 'Gong Yi' on the hilt of the sword, a condensed murderous aura suddenly merged into Yang Xuan's body with lightning speed, and tried to control Yang Xuan's mind at the first time.

This is also the terrible thing about the Sword of Defeat - not as the master of auxiliary weapons, but as a puppet for every sword wielder.

It's a pity that it hit the wrong person today.