Xuantian Pavilion. @樂@文@小@说|

Changtian sat cross-legged, his body emitting a faint red halo, and in front of him, a full moon scimitar was suspended in mid-air, also emitting a faint red light.

It's just that the red mangs of the long sky do not carry any temperature, and the red rays of the full moon scimitar are mixed with a fiery breath.

Changtian closed his eyes and breathed, and the red light around his body slowly spread towards the scimitar.

And just when the two red rays were about to merge, the scimitar shook suddenly, and then there was a violent clanging sound, and the red mangs around Changtian's body suddenly shrank, and they were forced back into the body by an invisible force.

Changtian's face instantly turned pale, his chest froze, and a scarlet blood mark oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, I saw that the scimitar suddenly dissipated, and then fell to the ground with a choking.

At this moment, I saw that the door of the room was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and an old man with white hair stepped in, and after seeing this, he held Changtian, who was about to fall.

"How's it going?!" asked the old man eagerly.

A wry smile appeared on Changtian's pale face, "Sure enough, it is a divine weapon forged by the Heavenly Emperor himself, I have tried all the methods in the past few days, but it is still ......"

"This kind of thing depends on fate, and it can't be rushed!" the old man persuaded helplessly.

"No, you know, there's not much time left for us!" Changtian said stubbornly, a hint of determination appeared in his eyes.

"But you're bruised by this thing now, and you're going to ruin yourself if you go on like this!" exclaimed the old man.

"Destroy, hehe! If you can't make this divine soldier recognize the master, even if you survive, what can you do?" Chang Tian said with a sneer.

When the old man heard this, he froze for a moment, and then gritted his teeth and said, "Since this is the case, then let the old man come to help you!"

"But what are the consequences of your doing this?" Changtian asked.

The old man laughed loudly when he heard this: "Hahaha! Since the pavilion master can give up his life and forget about death, how can the old man pity this half of his life!"

Changtian was silent, seemingly a little hesitant.

After a long time, Changtian finally gritted his teeth and slowly stood up, and said, "Okay! No matter whether it succeeds or not, I will never forget your great kindness!"

After saying that, Changtian fell to the ground with a thud, and then bowed three times to the old man.

The old man nodded slightly, a smile of relief on his face, and his eyes were a little shining.

"You are too persistent, I'm afraid this temperament will hurt you in the end!" the old man stretched out his hand to help Changtian up, and said helplessly.

"I can't care about so much now!"

"Is it okay now?" asked the old man with concern.

"No problem!" Chang Tian said categorically.

Immediately, I saw Changtian and the old man sitting cross-legged opposite each other, and the full moon scimitar was suspended between the two again, emitting a blazing red light, and even the temperature in the room rose suddenly.

"You open the sea of divine consciousness, and I will use the power of divine consciousness to help you!" the old man said with a grim face.

Obviously, this old man was a psychic sorcerer, and judging from the power of his divine consciousness alone, his divine consciousness cultivation should be at least three levels of the ethereal heart.

Changtian nodded vigorously, his mind moved slightly, the sea of divine consciousness slowly opened, the old man saw that his right palm was sealed, his index finger was slightly extended, and a power of divine consciousness came out through his fingers, and slowly shot straight towards the center of Changtian's eyebrows.

The invasion of the alien divine consciousness made Chang Tian suddenly feel a tingling pain in his brain, beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead, his face became even paler, and even his body was trembling slightly.

"Hold on! I'm going to give you all the power of my divine consciousness now!" the old man snorted softly, and more of the power of divine consciousness poured into the sea of divine consciousness through his fingertips.

The more intense pain made Changtian almost faint, if it weren't for an obsession in his heart, Changtian would definitely not be able to last long.

This situation lasted for three hours, which means that Changtian endured severe pain for three hours, and at this time, both the old man and Changtian had reached the moment of exhaustion.

Especially the old man, his originally full cheeks quickly became shriveled, and all the muscles on his body collapsed, and he became like skin and bones at this time, as if his life had reached the point of running out of oil.

But even so, the old man still had a relieved smile on his face, and his eyes looking at Changtian were full of endless love.

And at this moment, it is not only the power of his own true yuan that lingers around Changtian, but also the power of the old man's divine sense, under the wrapping of this double power, the red mang of the scimitar is gradually compressed, although it is still hot, but the temperature seems to have dropped a lot.

Changtian carefully controlled these two forces, he was not a mental magician, so his control of the power of divine consciousness was far less skilled than that of the old man, so the more this was the case, the more he dared not be careless in his heart.

And when the red light of the scimitar was compressed to the limit, the blade trembled violently again, and the sound of clanging was incessant, as if it was trying its best to compete with these two forces.

Changtian's whole body was already soaked with sweat, and beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his forehead, leaving a trail of water on the bed.

The scimitar was still fighting, and the tremors were more violent, but the clanging sound was gradually weakening, and the red glow it emitted was about to dissipate.

Changtian does not dare to slack off, the more times like this, the more you need to concentrate, even the slightest mistake will be wasted.

Phew-

Finally, the scimitar made a piercing sound, and then the red light dispersed, only this time the scimitar did not fall, but was still suspended in front of Changtian, without any resistance.

Changtian was overjoyed when he saw this, and slowly stretched out his right hand to hold the handle of the scimitar, and at this time, a power slowly emerged from the scimitar, which merged with the power of the true yuan in Changtian's body.

At this moment, the scimitar is both a long sky, and a long sky is like a scimitar.

"I succeeded!" Changtian shouted happily.

The old man opposite him seemed indifferent, his expression fixed on that smile.

Seeing this, Changtian couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, only to see him get up slowly, and then knelt on his knees, and bowed respectfully to the old man three times.

"Uncle Shi, don't worry, your life will never be in vain, and Changtian will never let you down!" After saying that, Changtian crossed the scimitar in his hand, slashed his right hand, and a drop of blood quickly melted on the blade and dissipated.

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In the past few months, the disciples of Xuantian Pavilion have been told to strengthen patrols, and even every corner tower must be checked regularly, and hundreds of disciples have been arranged to patrol around the tea valley day and night, and at the same time, it is strictly forbidden for any outsiders to come within ten miles of the Xuantian Pavilion Mountain Gate, especially martial cultivators.

The disciples obviously didn't know why the Pavilion Master would give such an order when they were not threatened by anything, but this was not something that ordinary disciples needed to know.

For them, all they have to do is obey orders.

But this night, an unfamiliar black shadow sneaked into the Xuantian Pavilion, and the target of this black shadow was the Tea Valley.

The dark shadow approached the tea valley silently like a ghost in the night sky, and it was clear that it was not for tea picking.

I saw that this black shadow had quietly crossed the head of a team of patrol disciples in a few ups and downs, perhaps because of his lack of cultivation, or perhaps because he was too anxious, the black shadow unconsciously released a faint power of true yuan.

And the disciples who were in charge of inspecting the tea valley were all disciples with high cultivation in the Xuantian Pavilion, so they naturally sensed the intrusion of the strange aura.

"There are assassins!" a shout broke the silence of the night, and suddenly, hundreds of disciples who were patrolling nearby rushed over for the first time, colliding with the black shadow.

A sneer came out of the black shadow's mouth, and then he suddenly drew his long sword and attacked everyone.

Everyone put their swords together, not afraid of the sword in the hand of the black shadow, and the two sides instantly fought together, and the black shadow did not seem to be entangled in this battle, and after a short contact with everyone, he jumped up and fled out.

At this time, Changtian stood in the distance, his pupils constricted, and the scimitar in his hand emitted a faint red light.

"I finally can't help it!" Changtian said softly, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was talking to the black shadow.

After saying that, Changtian jumped and chased in the direction where the black shadow had fled.

The black shadow body technique was excellent, and in just a short moment, it had already swept out of the Xuantian Pavilion Mountain Gate and fled towards the foot of the Southern Disaster Mountain.

As a Red Realm powerhouse, Changtian naturally saw it clearly, and even if he couldn't see it, he could easily sense the True Yuan aura released by the black shadow.

"Hmph, do you think you can escape!" Chang Tian snapped, and his body rose from the ground, quickly approaching the black shadow like a red lightning.

And the cultivation of the black shadow was obviously inferior to Changtian, and before he reached the foot of the mountain, he was blocked by Changtian.

I saw Changtian standing proudly with a full moon scimitar in his hand, and his thin body was tall and tough.

"You can't escape!" Chang Tian said coldly.

The black shadow didn't speak, raised his long sword and stabbed out a cyan sword ray, Chang Tian snorted coldly, and the scimitar in his hand easily dissolved the sword light with just a flick.

The black shadow took this opportunity to turn to the side and flee, and Changtian did not hesitate to rise from the ground again and chase after the black shadow.

At this time, the black shadow urged all the power of the true yuan in his body to desperately escape, and his body was wrapped in a cyan halo, like a swimming dragon, and in an instant, he swept out a hundred zhang away, as if compared to Fang Cai, it was like two people.

"What a sharp body!" Chang Tian couldn't help but be secretly surprised when he saw this, but his feet also accelerated suddenly, and the red light around his body was even more abundant, like a bright moon illuminating the surroundings.

The black shadow hurried forward, but Changtian secretly sneered in his heart, because he knew that there was a canyon ahead, a canyon that even he could not cross.

On the other side of the canyon are a few sparse houses, faintly visible from the smoke of cooking, apparently from a nearby village.

Sure enough, a moment later, the shadow finally stopped at the edge of the canyon.

"I said, you can't escape!" Chang Tian said coldly.

"If you tell who sent you, I can spare your life!"

"Lord of the Long Heaven Pavilion, don't come unharmed!" said the dark shadow faintly, and then reached out and slowly removed the mask on his face.

Changtian was stunned when he saw this, a look of disbelief appeared on his face, and he said in surprise: "It's you?!"