Jiang Pingchuan walked on the Yuanwu Continent, the land that gave birth to him has now become more prosperous, and he has barely interfered in all the affairs of the underworld for tens of thousands of years.

As the manager of the underworld world, he didn't fulfill his responsibilities, but in Jiang Pingchuan's heart, letting go and not managing the underworld was the respect for the underworld world.

If time is a thing that exists forever, then Jiang Pingchuan's life will not disappear as much as time is consumed.

Sometimes he didn't feel that he was the manager of the Netherworld, but just like Luo Yunzhong back then, this place was a huge cage for them.

He couldn't get out and couldn't touch the edge of the cage at all, and many times Jiang Pingchuan could clearly feel it when he sat in the galaxy.

The Netherworld seems to be the same cultivator, and the Netherworld is the body of this cultivator, and the Netherworld is always by his side like a friend.

Jiang Pingchuan sat on the edge of the Yuanwu Continent and looked at the Feng Hao Sword in his hand, he hadn't fought for a long time, and a layer of gray dust appeared on the sword body of the Feng Hao Sword.

No matter how Jiang Pingchuan wiped the sword body of Feng Yaojian, that layer of gray dust could not be wiped off Feng Xiaojian's body.

Jiang Pingchuan hooked the corners of his mouth and laughed, he smiled helplessly, but his eyes looked very relieved, he knew why he couldn't wipe off the dust on Feng Hao's sword.

"Old friend, you shouldn't follow me to be silent in this starry sky, this lonely life doesn't belong to you" Jiang Pingchuan's eyes twitched slightly, staring at the sharp sword in his hand.

Feng Xiao Jian trembled slightly as if he heard Jiang Pingchuan's words, Jiang Pingchuan stood up and inserted the Feng Xiao Sword in his hand into the land under his feet.

Jiang Pingchuan took a deep breath when he turned to leave, Feng Xiaojian had been following him for too long, and if he couldn't enter the combat state as a sharp weapon, it would just be a piece of scrap metal.

Jiang Pingchuan left the Feng Hao Sword here in order to wait for the appearance of the destined person, and after Jiang Pingchuan's figure disappeared, the sword body of the Feng Hao Sword also completely turned black and disappeared into this land.

With the passage of time, someone may be able to pull out this razor-sharp sword from this land.

In the middle of Maoshan Road, the little Taoist priest ran to his elder's door and told the elder what he had just seen.

After hearing the words of the little Taoist, the elder's expression became a little uncertain, and he had a certain conjecture in his heart.

But he still didn't dare to conclude some of the details, after all, if such a thing came out without real evidence, it would be a crime of slandering the ancestor.

The elder sat in the room, thought about it, got up and walked towards the central hall, and the sect master in the hall carefully pondered some of the information revealed in the elder's words, and his expression was also very confused.

"There are many Maoshan Dao Patriarchs, this matter cannot be speculated upon" The sect master pursed his lips and left such a sentence, and turned to leave.

It has been more than 100 years since he took over Maoshan Dao, and the ancestors he has only known have only been in the last 500 years.

If the ancestor who exceeded this limit came back, he was really not sure, no ancestor had ever been able to return to Maoshan Dao again.

Because the patriarch who left Maoshan Dao either feathered into an immortal or died in the Dao, no patriarch could ever return to Maoshan Dao.

Sect Master Keming stood in the ancestral hall of Maoshan Road and looked at the ancestral hall of Maoshan Road in front of him, there were hundreds of tablets here.

And the most mysterious of them is not the first patriarch, but a wordless tablet that appears in the second row after that.

No one knew what this man's name was, as if all traces of him had been erased from the world.

All they know is the events of the past that once sounded earth-shattering and exciting, and in many cases they just listen to them as legends.

After all, in their opinion, such a thing was not something that a human cultivator could do.

"Who is coming back," Sect Master Keming stood in the ancestral hall and muttered to himself, but no one could answer the doubts in his heart.

Now that the Ancestor is in retreat, the Keming Sect Master can only wait until the Ancestor comes out of the back mountain to ask for some information.

"Sect Master, Senior Brother Feng Qinghe is back" Just when Sect Master Keming had many doubts in his heart, a voice came.

Sect Master Keming nodded, glanced at the wordless tablet, turned around and walked out of the ancestral hall, and there was a high-spirited young man standing on the square of Maoshan Road.

With a grim face and a pair of sword eyebrows, the eyebrows revealed the posture of a strong man looking down on all things, this person is the cultivation genius who has appeared in Maoshan Dao in the past hundred years.

At the age of ten, he was able to read through all the scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and Feng Qinghe, who was born with the body of Chongyang, was destined to be immortal, and Feng Qinghe cultivated in Maoshan Road since he was a child.

Now that the year of the weak crown is already the existence of the peak powerhouse in the Yuanwu Continent, its cultivation path can be described as a smooth progress without the slightest dullness.

He is a genius, and he really did not disappoint, whether it is self-cultivation or the strength of his own cultivation, he has an excellent reputation in the Yuanwu Continent.

When Feng Qinghe saw Sect Master Keming coming over, he hurriedly knelt on one knee on the ground to salute, Feng Qinghe understood that his ability to have today's achievements was inextricably linked to Maoshan Dao.

Whether it was resources or guidance on the path of cultivation, the Keming Sect Master and their ancestors in front of him all paid great attention to and took care of him.

Sect Master Keming smiled and helped up Feng Qinghe in front of him, and the person kneeling in front of him would also become the sect master of Maoshan Dao in the future.

At this time, when he saw Feng Qinghe Keming's sect master, there was always an indescribable feeling in his heart, it might be that he was already old, and many times he was jealous of Feng Qinghe's physique.

With the body of Chongyang, you can cultivate without sleep, and the reason why geniuses can be superior to others is not only because of their innate qualifications.

More came from their unremitting efforts, and the Keming Sect Master looked at the piece of stuff wrapped in rags behind Feng Qinghe's back, and his heart was manic.

It was as if he had seen something powerful, which made Sect Master Keming's heart very uneasy.

Sect Master Keming squinted at Feng Qinghe in front of him and signaled what was behind his back, and many people present could feel that the thing behind Feng Qinghe was wrapped in a powerful aura.

It's just that they don't know what it is, but one thing they can guess is that this thing will deter them, it is a kind of mental suppression.

"Qinghe, what is this" Keming Sect Master looked at Feng Qinghe in front of him and asked softly, this sentence was also something that many people present wanted to ask.

They really wanted to see what kind of thing this had such power, Feng Qinghe hooked the corners of his mouth and took the thing behind him to him, looking at the thing in his hand, Feng Qinghe also had many doubts in his heart.

"This is a broken sword, I came across this sword on the edge of the continent when I came back from my travels, and when I saw that it contained great power, I brought it back to create a weapon for myself," Feng Qinghe looked at the broken sword in his hand and said softly.

As for how he got the broken sword in his hand, Feng Qinghe felt that no one believed what he said, after all, he felt a little incredible.

As he walked past the edge of the continent, the sky suddenly changed dramatically, and he wanted to avoid the thunder and lightning that swirled in the sky.

I never thought that he was directly chopped up, and in the middle of the sway, Feng Qinghe walked to an open space and fell to the ground fiercely.

When he woke up, the blood on the wound had already become a layer of blood stains, and when Feng Qinghe stood up and wanted to leave, the broken sword in his hand had already appeared in front of him.

Although the broken sword looked black and covered with rust, Feng Qinghe could still feel the powerful aura contained in this broken sword.

It was an aura he had never encountered before, just like this broken sword did not belong to the Yuanwu Continent.

The unfamiliar aura coupled with the powerful background made Feng Qinghe feel that the broken sword in his hand was definitely not an ordinary thing.

Even if the broken sword can't be used as his own weapon, he can use the remaining fragments to create a weapon for himself.

Therefore, without thinking too much, he returned to Maoshan Road with this broken sword, and Feng Qinghe uncovered the rags wrapped around the broken sword in front of everyone.

Because he was afraid that the aura emitted by the broken sword would disturb the creatures of the Yuanwu Continent, Feng Qinghe had to find rags to wrap the broken sword tightly.

When the broken sword was completely exposed to everyone's eyes, a powerful wind blew quickly, and during this time, everyone's ears were like ten thousand ghosts crying.

It can be seen that the broken sword in front of him has killed countless living beings, and the smell of blood on its body can still reach everyone's snorts through the thick rust.

This sword looked like it had not been used for tens of thousands of years, and the Keming Sect Master took the broken sword in front of him and stretched out his hand to brush off the rust on the sword.

At the moment when it touched the rust, the sword body trembled slightly, and a red light rushed out into the sky, and after a flash, the sword fell to the ground with a broken bang.

Sect Master Keming looked at his palms tightly twisting his brows, just trying to wipe away the rust.

But he never thought that his hands were burned by the breath on the broken sword, and looking at the scars on his sect master's hands, everyone's hearts sighed.

The power of this broken sword was beyond the range they could estimate, and even the strength of the sect master was not lower than that defensive light.

At this moment, a pink figure suddenly flashed in the direction of the main hall, and when the figure fell to the ground, everyone around was kneeling on one knee.

The man in front of him ignored the crowd around him, and instead focused his eyes entirely on the broken sword on the ground.

This person is the most powerful ancestor of Maoshan Dao now, looking at his ancestor's gaze at the broken sword, everyone can see that their ancestor must have a certain understanding of the broken sword in front of him.

Seeing that the ancestor picked up the broken sword on the ground, everyone stood aside with a stunned expression, Feng Qinghe did not touch the rust on the broken sword at first.

Now he knew that if he touched the rust in ignorance, he would inevitably be attacked by the broken sword, and the result would be more than just burning his palm.

"Where did this sword come from," Old Ancestor's delicate gaze stared at the broken sword in his hand, twisting his willow eyebrows.

Although he is the ancestor of Maoshan Road, this ancestor still maintains his young face and has not changed the slightest of his former appearance.

"Qi Ling Xue Ancestor, this sword was brought back by the disciple from the edge of the Yuanwu Continent, as for other things, the disciple doesn't know" Feng Qinghe looked at the Ling Xue Ancestor in front of him and said softly.

Ling Xue Ancestor has been coming to Maoshan Road for thousands of years and has witnessed the changes of Maoshan Road for thousands of years.

There is endless respect and admiration for their Ling Xue Ancestor on Maoshan Road, it is rumored that Ling Xue Ancestor came to Maoshan Road just to wait for a person's return, Feng Qinghe had a certain conjecture in his heart when he saw this.

"Ancestor, what is this sword ......" Keming Sect Master stood beside Mu Lingxue and asked softly.

Mu Lingxue took a deep breath and smiled slightly, she reached out and gently touched the broken sword in front of her, looking a little sad.

And at this time, the broken sword actually did not have the slightest resistance to their Ling Xue Ancestor, as if his master was stroking his former weapon.

"The Feng Hao Sword is also the sword of the owner of the wordless tablet in the ancestral hall, it was once a sword that shook the heavens and the earth and killed the gods and demons," Mu Lingxue looked at the Feng Hao Sword in her hand and said in a deep voice.

She has a lot of unspeakable hardships in her heart, it is difficult to calculate how many lifetimes she has waited for him, since he left, Mu Lingxue has never seen that face that she will never forget.

I came to Maoshan Road to wait for the person I used to be, but now I waited for his sword and still didn't see that person.

When everyone heard the name of the sword, they were in a trance, and many times the story of a sword was longer than that of the sword's owner.

Just like the sharp sword in front of you, as a sharp weapon between heaven and earth, it is destined to be remembered the moment it is made.

His master, on the other hand, will gradually be forgotten over time, only if someone fully understands the sword.

All the things that its former sword owner had forgotten would once again be remembered and seen.

"Those are not legends, there are really people in our Maoshan Dao who have defeated the Divine Realm and trampled the Divine Realm under their feet," Feng Qinghe Mu looked at the broken sword in front of him with his own expression and muttered softly.

The people around them also had such an emotion in their hearts, and this sword could witness how brilliant their Maoshan Dao ancestor was.

The killing at that time seemed to be completely reflected in the eyes of everyone through the Feng Hao Sword.

It was a sense of pride that welled up from the bottom of their hearts, which instantly became their indelible lifelong faith, and it was also the greatest motivation and encouragement on their path as a cultivator.

Things that used to be nothing more than legends in their eyes, although at that time they would still be proud of these legends of Maoshan Road.

After all, being a disciple of Maoshan Dao is already a thing to be proud of, but at that time, when I was proud of the legend, I always had some confidence in my heart. But now, when those legends of the past have been confirmed to be true, their hearts are trembling with this broken sword.

Mu Lingxue took the Fengxiao Sword in her hand and returned to her retreat place, and many of the elders of Maoshan Dao along the way were very puzzled.

You must know that their Ling Xue Ancestor has not appeared in the Maoshan Dao for hundreds of years, and some people know that Ling Xue Ancestor does not want to ask them about worldly matters.

It's just that they didn't expect that the appearance of this broken sword would actually make their Ling Xue Ancestor become so uncalm.

The cultivators of Maoshan Dao have always cultivated their inner peace of mind to cultivate, although as cultivators, there will be a gap in practice and strength due to the different sects. But all cultivators have the same place, this place is the so-called state of mind, Ling Xue Ancestor has survived for thousands of years as the ancestor of Maoshan Dao.

In their hearts, it should be that their state of mind has reached an unshakable status, but they didn't expect that their Ling Xue Ancestor was not the kind of person who was ruthless and desireless.

Judging from today's incident, it seemed that the distance between their Ling Xue Ancestor and them was even closer.

After all, the unusual reaction looks more real than the previous non-eating fireworks.

Feng Qinghe looked at Ling Xue Ancestor's back and always felt that something incredible would happen next.

After all, from the broken sword, he could deduce that the former owner of the sword was not an ordinary person.

Mu Lingxue took Feng Yao Jian back to her retreat place, took a deep breath, and held Feng Xiao Jian tightly in her arms.

Ten thousand years have passed, and he has never seen that man again since he said goodbye to Jiang Pingchuan in the Phantom Continent.

This sword was still intact and bizarre back then, and when you touch the blade of the sword, you can feel the bloody days it has experienced.

Mu Lingxue didn't know what happened to Jiang Pingchuan after leaving the Phantom Continent, but she could tell that she must have experienced a battle that she would find shocking.

The Blade has never been defeated since it was born, and now that the Blade Sword is broken, it is clear that it has encountered a stronger opponent in the middle of the battle.

When she thought of this, Mu Lingxue's heart suddenly felt a cramp, and a bad thought appeared in her mind.

If Jiang Pingchuan broke the Feng Hao Sword in this battle and was killed or seriously injured by the opponent, he fled to the Yuanwu Continent at the last moment and left the Feng Hao Sword here.

Then he fell in the Yuanwu Continent because of his serious injuries, and the thought that lingered in Mu Lingxue's heart lingered.

Mu Lingxue couldn't figure out why Feng Haojian appeared in the Yuanwu Continent, after all, Jiang Pingchuan did go to the God Realm after leaving the Phantom Continent.

It is rumored that he defeated the Divine Realm and trampled the Divine Realm under his feet, but no one has seen Jiang Pingchuan since then.

Perhaps these rumors are also mixed with falsehoods, and even Mu Lingxue, an old man of Maoshan Dao, is in a trance, and it is difficult to distinguish the truth from the falsehood of those rumors.

She only knew that the appearance of this sword was definitely not accidental, and it was very likely that Jiang Pingchuan was now in the Yuanwu Continent.

It's just that why she only stayed with this sword and didn't come to Maoshan Dao, the reason for this made Mu Lingxue fall into contemplation again.

How everything between her and Jiang Pingchuan will develop, all of this happened quietly when Sect Master Keming found her.

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