Lu Hong was born for the sword, he firmly believed so, and everyone in Xinghua Village also believed so. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sword cultivation inheritance of Xinghua Village is selected from among the most talented children in the village, and they follow the master to learn swords together, and when they are eight years old, the village chief will select the most talented person from among them to inherit the inheritance of the previous generation.

Lu Hong is different from them, he was selected from the moment he fell to the ground and let out his first cry, everyone said that his talent was the highest among the sword cultivators of the past generations in Xinghua Village, even if Mo Qing was reincarnated and Ren Fei was reborn, the sword cultivation inheritance of this generation would still be him Lu Hong, no one told him why, but no one had doubts about it.

And his growth also lived up to expectations, under the cultivation of Sun Yao and Liuli, his swordsmanship was a thousand miles away, and he was proficient in all the swordsmanship in Xinghua Village at the age of fifteen, except for the realm, he had almost nothing lacking, Sun Yao looked at him every time he felt that there was nothing to teach him in swordsmanship, so he took him to travel to Shenzhou and visit the master of swordsmanship.

This is three years, he has walked through the land of smoke and water in the south of the Yangtze River, traveled through the mountain, the East China Sea, the demon mountain, has seen a variety of strange techniques, visited the major hidden tantric sects, everyone who has seen him is amazed, this young boy in the kendo of the knowledge and cultivation is more than many to live to old age, learn the old kendo everyone is more profound, but also extensive.

Unlike Li Guiyang, he has never lost to anyone in swordsmanship in his life, and he is born with superior talent for the comprehension of swords.

He didn't think about why, until now.

The demonic qi in Li Guiyang's body suddenly poured into Lu Hong's body, impacting his Mud Pill Palace like a flood.

However, when this demonic qi storm entered his dantian, it was still raging, but then it was like a mud cow entering the sea, as if it had been swallowed by something in one bite, without any sound.

"Huh?",

Li Guiyang's sword eyebrows moved, and through the misty aura in the dantian, he seemed to see a door open between spins, devouring the demonic current, and then closing between spins, and then disappearing.

"Sumeru World?",

Buddhism has a saying, a flower and a world, a leaf and a Bodhi, every subtle thing in this world contains a realm, the vast universe and Sumeru mustard seeds are endless, the human body is a huge treasure to be excavated, the master of the seven absolute realms will cultivate into a great supernatural power, claiming to be a realm.

And the Sumeru world and the Seven Absolute Sealing Realms that Li Guiyang saw in Lu Hong's body happened to be two completely different extremes, one became the same world as Dongsheng Shenzhou, and the other turned into Sumeru mustard seeds, hidden here and unknown to anyone.

Seeing that Lu Hong forcibly suppressed the fragments in his mind, his eyes gradually became clear, Li Guiyang knew that he had missed this opportunity and didn't know how many years he would have to wait to see that person again, he snorted coldly and brushed his two fingers across his chest to unlock the prohibition in his body, the demon yuan was released, and the black demonic qi suddenly surged to all directions, and the ground where the demonic qi swept was completely covered, the ground disappeared, and the mountains and rocks disappeared, replaced by a red world.

"This demon wants you to remember the past life and this life, and then come back to the world",

The palm of his hand was placed on top of his head, and the demon flow froze his mind, forcing him to see every scene outside of him.

The fragments in Lu Hong's mind suddenly stopped moving, the hazy pictures became exquisite, the pain disappeared, and the scene in front of him became extremely clear.

He saw a bridge in the distance, and there was a black stone tablet the size of a man on the side of the bridge, on which was written the word "Naihe".

What a bridge?

His pupils shrank suddenly.

An old man hunched over the bridge held a porcelain bowl in his hand, the bowl was full of soup, and the soul brought by the bull's head and horse noodles, black and white impermanence, everyone had to drink this bowl of soup.

Lu Hong's eyes were even more shocked, the bull's head and horse face, black and white impermanence, the Meng Po soup that makes people forget the memories of their previous lives are all real?

But how could Li Guiyang conjure up this slightly absurd infernal hell that people have passed on by word of mouth, and the Yellow Spring?

Hearing the sound of mournful crying in the ears, some people can't give up their relatives and friends who are still in the yang world, and don't want to drink this Meng Po soup that makes people forget their past and present lives, and all such souls are all tripped by the hook of the ground, and the bull head and horse face pierce their throats with sharp copper pipes, and forcibly pour down the Meng Po soup, and no soul can be spared.

There is only one exception.

When the silver figure appeared on the Huangquan Road in front of the bridge, Meng Po, black and white impermanence and bull-headed horses, trembled, and her face showed panic.

But after death, mortals have bull heads and horse faces, black and white impermanence or soul messengers brought into the underworld, except for one kind of person, who has great mana, great supernatural powers, although not listed in the immortal class but outside the Three Realms, not in the power of the five elements, this kind of people are not restrained by the heavens and the earth, and the underworld naturally can't control them.

The man on the Huangquan Road couldn't see his appearance clearly, he could only see his long silver-white hair, his whole body seemed to be shrouded in chaotic qi, the broadsword behind him seemed to be forged from rare jade, and the fluttering silver-white cloak covered half of the sword body.

Behind him, nine seven-rank lotus platforms flew out, the divine light was shining, and on each lotus platform sat a Dharma Deity of an ancient god.

These nine are in the immortal class, and the god who is high above is following behind the silver-haired man at this time, and he does not dare to transgress a single step.

"I've seen the immortals",

"I've seen the immortals",

In the distance, Meng Po, the bull head and horse face and the black and white impermanence let them salute on the side.

"Oh, Huangquan Road, Nai He Bridge, Sansheng Stone",

The silver-haired man glanced disdainfully at the boundless color of blood in front of him.

Behind him, an ancient god who covered the god said: "There are still a hundred years of catastrophe at the end of the law, and it can be avoided here for a while".

The rest of the gods all nodded yes.

The silver-haired man laughed and said, "Even the six realms of reincarnation have been completely destroyed, what is the use of the small six realms of this gate?

The ancient god said: "We have all died in battle, where can we go except for these little six paths?"

Another ancient god said: "Even the saints have fallen, even if we want to turn the tide, how can we?

The silver-haired man smiled proudly: "I came just to take a holy weapon and rise, since the saint is dead, I will deserve this catastrophe with all my might, saint, the name of the ancient gods, how can I be qualified to compete with my proud sword?"

He laughed and left, there are lotus flowers and wonderful rain falling in front of him, and there are six lotus platforms falling from the sky, the three three monks are solemn, and there is a strange fragrance when it falls, and the treasure rain is one after another.

Ao Jian glanced at the three monks and said: "Since the Immortal Buddha has come to pick it up, lead me to get the holy sword."

The three monks made a gesture: "Tianjiao has a fate, how dare you not obey",

Driving the lotus platform to lead him through the sea of Lethe, the seven people gradually drifted away, the blood-colored world, the blue yellow spring also shrank little by little, disappeared, the clouds covered the sky, and the realm of the apocalypse regenerated, when the two pictures were staggered, Lu Hong's heart suddenly seemed to have a flash of lightning. (To be continued.) )