The wild continent, the vast territory, the land is vast.

From the glacier silver snow mountain range in the east, endlessly, to the mountain of the hot sun in the west, towering and towering, there is no scorching in a radius of thousands of miles, and the south reaches the boundless frozen sea, the sea and the sky are a line, and the eyes are nothing but ice and snow. A holy fairy forest in the north, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger, mountains and dense forests, unfathomable.

The mountains and rivers in the southeast and northwest are treacherous, deep mountains and old forests, many fierce beasts and birds of prey, many different kinds of demons, and there are many earth mist and poisonous miasma, among which the landform is unknown.

Most of the people in the wilderness exist in the wilderness of the Central Plains, the Central Plains, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the aura is full, the products are abundant, how many people are born, and it is also a place where the Xiuzhen sect is located. Among the thousands of cultivators, the Wantang Sect is the most prosperous.

But in today's wilderness, the most talked about in the market is not the Wantang Sect with the Tang family as the background, but a small sect in a holy immortal forest far north of the wilderness.

Between the mountains and dense forests, a gate built of dark stones, standing abruptly in the endless mountains, the stone steps connected by the gate, all the way up, are several miles long, until a high mountain top surrounded by clouds. This place is far away from the wilderness of the Central Plains, and it is deserted. But today is different, a huge sound of fireworks sounded here, and the voices of people were boiling.

"Xiao Mou opened a sect in a holy immortal forest today, thank you for your love for Xiao!"

In the square built by Qinggang Rock, a black-haired man, who looked no more than thirty years old, dressed in a cyan robe, and his eyes revealed extraordinary perseverance, stood in front of an antique hall, and said to the people in the square.

The man's voice was not loud, but it seemed to pass through the clouds, echoing through the square at the top of the high mountain.

"Xiao Mou is here, and he will take advantage of this treasure to promote the Dharma from the heart, and hope that the psychology of the heart will spread all over the wild continent and spread out! May the disciples of our sect abide by the precepts, be wholehearted for goodness, be loyal to the path of cultivating truth, and be more loyal to the declaration of the Congxin sect! ”

The man standing in front of the main hall, his black hair and green robe fluttered gently in the wind on the top of the mountain, as if he had the demeanor of a grandmaster. After the man finished speaking, he glanced at a white-robed man behind him, as if asking what he said was wrong.

The man in the white robe is holding an ivory bone silk fan, wearing a white robe, and for some reason, there is a faint ink on the white robe, although it looks a little incongruous at a glance, but a closer look seems to be the finishing touch, and it seems to be the informal atmosphere of the man in white!

I saw the white-robed man nod slightly, his eyes showing appreciation, and then took two steps forward.

After the white-robed man walked forward, the green-robed man took two steps back and walked to the side of a woman, who was like a fairy descending to earth, with a flowery appearance and a moon-like appearance, with a bit of the unique charm of a mature woman.

On the other side of the blue-robed man, there was a white-haired old man, who was slightly bent on his back, and his hands were covered with calluses, but his eyes revealed a little essence from time to time.

The man in the white robe gently fanned the elephant fracture fan in his hand, and then said to the people in the square under the main hall:

"The words of the master of Xiaomen, Yun Mou has the deepest experience. Thinking about it decades ago, when Yun first met the master of the Xiao Gate, the master of the Xiao Gate was dedicated to moving forward on the supreme road of cultivating the truth, and never deviated from a single step. Even though it was a thousand ups and downs and all kinds of tribulations, the master of the Xiao Sect also used his own body to survive and never flinched. Today's opening ceremony of the sect, I hope that all Taoist friends will be restless, and Yun will first talk about this from the heart of the sect and the master of the Xiao Sect, I don't know what you Taoist friends think is good? ”

Hearing the words of the white-robed man, all kinds of strangely dressed people in the square suddenly boiled and whispered.

"I thought that the immortal immortals would stop talking about books when they logged in to the Tribulation Period, but I didn't expect to say it again today, this time I must listen to it well!" An old man-looking cultivator with a bright eye was shining, and it was estimated that he was a die-hard fan before.

"Master's story?! No, I must write it down! A handsome young man with a shaved head took out a pen and paper from his freshly changed robe.

"Ah Cheng, you are like this every time, didn't Elder Yun tell us once before?" Next to the handsome boy, another boy stood straight, his black half-length hair was tied behind his head with a red rope, and he turned his head slightly and said to the handsome boy.

The bald young man glared fiercely, and then said:

"I don't know who was called by the master to jump off the cliff during the first physical cultivation, and then jumped off without thinking about it? Shen Chen, who do you say? ”

The young man with his hair tied blushed, still standing straight, and replied: "How could I have imagined that Master added another sentence after him, 'It is okay for its entity to cultivate without jumping off the cliff'." ”……

The white-robed man listened to the loud applause of the crowd below, and his face showed a satisfied look, as if he had returned to the time when he was telling stories decades ago. Then the white-robed man coughed, and the elephant bone silk folding fan in his hand was gently closed, signaling the crowd below to calm down.

"Since you fellow Taoists are willing to listen, then Yun has no choice but to offer his ugliness and say a few words at will."

The tone of the white-robed man seemed to be not above the opening ceremony of the sect, but in a prosperous teahouse. Hearing the words of the white-robed man, the beautiful woman beside the green-robed man bit her lip, smiled lightly, and then put on a hibiscus appearance.

"In the 725th year of the wilderness, it is also thirty years ago now, and a major event happened in the wilderness! The Xiao family is destroyed!

The Xiao family's annihilation, Yun Mou didn't mention it anymore, this is already old vinegar, the more you mention it, the more sour it becomes, it's better to let this matter go with the smoke, leaving only the debt that should be remembered, and then ask for it in the future. ”

After the white-robed man finished speaking, he paused, and the people in the square all showed expressions of approval, and the Taoists here were nothing more than bullied by the unreasonable Wantang Sect.

"When Yun met the master of Xiaomen, it was in the year 735 of the Wild Calendar.

At that time, the master of the Xiao Sect was just the same age as the disciples in the Congxin Sect, seventeen or eighteen years old. Yun still remembers the first battle of the master of Xiaomen, who repelled a hundred people with his own strength, but in fact, this is nothing in front of us powers.

It's just that the master of the Xiaomen back then was able to open the light period, which was the first realm of cultivation! To this day, Yun still admires it.

Subsequently, Yun met the master of the Xiao Sect, Fang Xianren. And this Fang Immortal is also the true master of the Heart-Sect! ”

When the white-robed man said this, the corners of the eyes of the middle-aged man in the green robe behind him twitched slightly, and his eyes revealed a strong sense of longing, looking into the distance, the end of the misty sky.