The source of the Guxiao Mountain Range is in Tiankui Peak, but Tiankui Peak does not belong to the master of the Guxiao Mountain Range, and even the palace of the Xuanwu God can only be built in the mountain area at the foot of Tiankui Peak.

It can be said that the origin of the spiritual veins of the entire Guxiao Mountain Range is from Tiankui Peak, the height and area of Tiankui Peak are not comparable to the other thirty-five peaks, and the mountain aura that flows out of the spiritual veins of the earth does not know how many creatures have nourished, and countless creatures have turned into demons, but what really stands out is only an ordinary turtle, which finally stimulated the Xuanwu bloodline in the body, and was won the position of Xuanwu God by him.

However, just the divine position of a Xuanwu god can not satisfy his ambitions, he has always had a wish in his heart, that is, one day he can occupy the source of the spiritual veins of Tiankui Peak, he believes that as long as he occupies the source of the spiritual veins of this Guxiao Mountain Range, he can use the power of spiritual veins to truly cultivate the body of Xuanwu and become the only Xuanwu divine beast in the world today.

A hundred years ago, the ancient Xiao Xuanwu god used the spiritual power of the Guxiao Mountain Range to roll up Tiankui Peak, wanting to drive away the Nantianmen entrenched in Tiankui Peak, but he lost a battle with the people in Nantianmen, and in the past hundred years, he has devoted himself to cultivation, although the mana has not increased much, but the application of mana has broken through to a new level.

In the depths of the largest spiritual vein tributary under Tiankui Peak, the place where the Xuanwu Great God was located, he was sitting on a yellow seat in a small palace. Ever since he saw the tall and magnificent palace of Nantianmen through the top of Tiankui Peak, he no longer wanted to build his own cave mansion, feeling that no matter how gorgeous it was, it was like a child's house before those Nantianmen palaces.

Occasionally, in the dead of night, he would think about what kind of person would be able to build a palace that produced it, built according to the mountain, with a spiritual vein under it, and a heavenly dome on the top, and a formation of its own, which could lead Zhou Tian's spiritual qi to gather. The rest of the peaks of the entire Guxiao Mountain Range were nothing more than the residues of these rich spiritual qi overflowing.

"The heavenly tribulation cannot be crossed, then I will lead a human tribulation, take the opportunity to break through the mortal body, take off this demon body, and prove the Xuanwu god position. There was a hint of perseverance in the eyes of the Xuanwu God.

He sat on the golden throne, his right hand patting a short pillar next to the seat with a slow and heavy gesture, and circles of ripples spread out from the jade-white short pillar, spreading into the distance along the underground spiritual veins of the Guxiao Mountain Range.

Heaven and earth were still calm, but the Guxiao Mountains were shaking.

Chen Gong could naturally also feel the summoning information of the Xuanwu Great God, and since leaving the Heavenly Sword Peak Divine Statue, he slowly realized that he was not separated independently, but most of his thoughts were placed in the Sword Lotus with the Yuan Infant, and the real root was still in the Divine Statue. If the statue of the god is gone, then the Yuan Infant who has lost its root will become a lonely soul and a wild ghost-like existence, and it will be destroyed by the wind because of the influence of the edict, and there is no chance to cultivate the scattered immortals or take away the house.

Chen Gong sensed in his heart that the Xuanwu Great God was leaving Shu Mountain in the Wind Howling Prefecture when he summoned him, and now he was rushing back, but there was the senior sister of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, Jun Wei, who was closely chasing after him.

On the top of the mountain under the glow of the sun, Chen Gong stood there quietly, and on the top of the opposite mountain stood Jun Wei, in the glow, Jun Wei was looking up and drinking wine, staring at Chen Gong.

Chen Gong said to Jun Wei from afar: "Let's talk." ”

"Good. Jun Wei replied cheerfully, but his voice was cold.

Chen Gong smiled and said: "You have also seen it, I didn't get your Shushan Wentian Sword Sutra at all, and if I got it, my sword gang wouldn't be so loose." ”

"I know. Jun Wei said as she took another sip of wine, and the wind blew her hair that was tied high behind her back.

"Then why are you chasing me. Chen Gong asked.

Jun Wei raised his head and took a sip of wine, but did not speak.

Chen Gong didn't relax at all, and said, "You've been chasing me for more than half a month, why don't we all take a break." ”

"Good. Jun Wei replied immediately.

Chen Gong sighed and said, "You don't have credibility, and you can't talk about it." ”

Jun Wei raised his head and took another sip of wine, looked at Chen Gong with his eyes, and did not speak.

"Well, otherwise, when I find my senior sister, I will bring the Wentian Sword Sutra that you borrowed from Shushan from her, and return it to you, so that you can take it back, so that you will not be punished by your master. Chen Gong thought about it and said.

"Good. Junwei still replied quickly.

"That's good, that's good, can you let me go?" Chen Gong asked suddenly.

A sarcastic look flashed in Jun Wei's eyes, the sword blade between his two fingers slashed in the void, the person had disappeared, Chen Gong suddenly turned into a sword light and went towards the sky, and behind him there was a sword light chasing in a flash.

Chen Gong didn't know how many times he had fought with Jun Wei in the past half a month, but every time he was at a disadvantage because of his mana, he had to keep fleeing. After all, she is the eldest disciple of the Shushan Sword Sect, and she is better than Chen Gong in terms of both the way of sacrificing the sword and the degree of mana, if it weren't for Chen Gong's martial arts foundation and the support of immortal power, I am afraid that she would have been caught by Jun Wei long ago.

A full moon, a sword light, a void that was stirred up by the sword light.

Chen Gong conjured up his human body, and a loose sword light in his hand looked particularly ethereal in the moonlight, like a red glow that Chen Gong plucked from the sky. And Jun Wei held a wine gourd in one hand, and a touch of ice-like sword light between the index finger and middle finger of the other hand, and Chen Gong and Chen Gong flickered under the moonlight and starry sky.

The instantaneous swordsmanship made the two entangled, and they couldn't tell who was who at all, just like two butterflies flying in the night sky, and there were demons who raised their heads and swallowed spiritual energy in the mountains below, and they were suddenly frightened and hid in their caves, looking at the murderous aura that swept through the sky in horror.

"What's that?" asked one of the birds to another bird that lived in the same valley.

"It seems like two people," replied the other bird.

"Nonsense, of course it's two people, can it be two birds. The little bird who asked first said angrily.

"I can't say for sure, maybe it's the two seniors of our bird world. Another bird argued.

Chen Gong didn't know if Jun Wei had tried his best, but he knew that he had done his best, whether it was instant swordsmanship or mental power, or martial arts swordsmanship, he had already played to his current maximum level, unless he abandoned the sword and ignored it, and fought with the fire yuan power of the Red Flame Sword, supplemented by the Demon Lotus's natal supernatural powers, he would not be able to come up with other means now.

Jun Wei didn't use any other spells except swordsmanship, but Chen Gong felt that the pressure was getting bigger and bigger, and the other party's swordsmanship unfolded like the wind and snow in the Wind Howling State, endless, pervasive.

Despite this, Chen Gong still relied on his swordsmanship to fight with Jun Wei, and he didn't think about using the Demon Lotus's natal illusion technique in the past, unless he had to do so, he didn't want to use such life-saving means, it would be the last guarantee for him to escape.

And Chen Gong can't guarantee that after he casts the illusion, he will be able to fascinate Jun Wei, after all, sword cultivators are all determined people, and Shushan is a great faction for ten thousand years, it is difficult to say whether there will be any means to break the illusion.

Once the illusion fails, Chen Gong can only break the cauldron and sink the boat, abandon the sword gang, and use the fire yuan power in the red flame sword to use the Yin and Yang two Yi Taiji Dao to fight to the death, so that whether it is the red flame sword or Chen Gong's Yuan Baby, they will be extremely traumatized and pay a great price.

Time passed day by day, Chen Gong turned into a butterfly and flew desperately in the void, and there was a handleless flying sword around the butterfly, and the void seemed to be condensed everywhere it passed, and the butterfly under the sword was like a boat in a storm, which could be destroyed at any time.

All the way towards Jinyang Prefecture, Chen Gong, who was under the sword light, had a feeling of being in the middle of the wind and snow, no matter where he looked at it, it was a little bit of sword flowers falling, he knew that this sword flower was extremely powerful, and he would die if he touched it.

Chen Gong has long been immune to cold and heat since he cultivated Zhen, but now he is chilling all over his body, as if he himself is an ordinary butterfly struggling in the cold winter, the cold is getting heavier and heavier, and even a layer of frost is about to form around his body, freezing the space.

Chen Gong slowly felt a heavy feeling, almost feeling that the butterfly's wings had formed a layer of ice, making it impossible for him to fan.

Because Chen Gong's mana was invincible, he didn't entangle with it, just flashed away. In front of him, a cold sword light slashed down, slashing through the void, the sword light appeared, the sword was already coming, in the eyes of the demon lotus, this sword was shuttled in the void, and the aura was cut open like an invisible wave to both sides.

Chen Gong struggled to dodge to the side, and the sword slashed past the butterfly's wings, and the cold sword intent enveloped the butterfly.

The butterfly avoided, a flicker, and suddenly a sword light broke through the air on the left, silently, and the butterfly flew up phantomly, and narrowly avoided it.

A sword light, a piece of wind and snow, and a butterfly flew by.

From Fengxiao Prefecture to Jinyang Prefecture, through hundreds of thousands of miles, for three months, Junwei has been chasing and killing Chen Gong, and has not stopped for a moment.

In the past three months, many people have already known that the Xuanwu God of the Guxiao Mountain Range is gathering the mountain gods in Dianmao, and the Xuanwu God raised the spiritual wave to sweep Tiankui Peak a hundred years ago The matter has spread again in the heaven and earth, this time, many people speculate that the Xuanwu God is going to hit Tiankui Peak again.

On the top of a hill on the border of Jinyang Prefecture, Chen Gong and Jun Wei stopped. Chen Gong's body manifested, looked at Junwei's still arrogant and indifferent eyes, and said, "It's time to go to Jinyang Prefecture." ”

"I know. Junwei replied cleanly.

"Go back, you can't catch me. Chen Gongdao.

Jun Wei didn't make a sound, and suddenly said in the direction of Jinyang Prefecture: "I once heard a song praising Jinyang Sword Immortal, and the Sword Immortal mentioned in it is you." ”

Chen Gong thought for a while and said, "If this song is played by a mountain god named Hengluo on a stone qin, then it should be me." ”

"Have you been to the Netherworld?" asked Junwei.

"Been there. Chen Gong nodded.

"You've fallen under a spell?" Junwei asked again.

"I heard that it's called the Forbidden Immortal Nightmare Technique, which is a forbidden spell by ancient wizards. Although Chen Gong was a little puzzled why Jun Wei asked this, he still answered seriously.

"You've killed a lot of people?" Jun Wei asked.

"Yes. Chen Gong knew that the other party was referring to the person who was killed after being under the spell, and he didn't do otherwise, so he nodded in response.

"Are you at ease?" Jun Wei asked, with a twinkle in her eyes.