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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

In a mountain cave with a hazy layer of clear light, there is a person sitting in it with his eyes closed.

There are lines on the wall stones in the cave that seem to follow the avenue, some are like pictures, all kinds, like clouds, mountains and rivers, and some are like flowers, birds, fish and insects. Some are like words, even the great Confucians in the world do not know, from the font meaning, the font meaning is different, or ethereal, or mysterious, some thick like a mountain, some thin as autumn water, and some simple and ordinary. Among them, there are not a few that are ambiguous.

The man sitting in the deepest part of the cave seat was young, with eyebrows like swords, eyes closed, and lips pursed. The hair is neatly coiled at the back of the head and tied into a simple bun. He was wearing a robe with a sky-blue body, which looked very wide overall, covering the stone platform where he was sitting. The high collar of the robe is bordered with gold runes, and the sleeve of the other arm is golden, and there seems to be a faint Xuanwen in the gold, which looks extremely mysterious.

Outside the cave is a pitch-black heaven and earth, without a trace of light, you can't see the sky when you look up, and you can't see the ground when you look down.

This is exactly Chen Jing, he is not in the world now, but also in the world and the world. He was in the dantian shrine of the god statue. The pitch-black world outside is also inside Chen Jing's idol body, but now it does not belong to Chen Jing's perception.

There are no four seasons in the cave, day and night.

Suddenly, outside the cave, there was a sound of rustling. At the entrance of the cave, a group of black dragons appeared from the darkness outside the cave, like poison climbing up the cliff from the bottom of the abyss.

These people all looked at Chen Jing inside at the entrance of the cave, and there was a faint cold light flashing in their eyes, as if they were thinking, revealing a cold feeling.

The people in the cave still sat still with their eyes closed, and after a while, there were more and more black flies at the entrance of the cave, covering the entire entrance of the cave, up and down, left and right. The appearance of this black dragon makes people feel that this cave is like being in chaos, without heaven and earth.

At this moment, the black flies densely surrounding the entrance of the cave suddenly spewed a plain mist into the cave, and after a while, the poisonous mist had already covered the entrance of the cave and spread towards the depths of the cave.

There was not the slightest wind in the cave, and the poisonous mist spread very slowly, and it took a long time before it slowly approached the person sitting there. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, opened his mouth and inhaled lightly, and the poisonous mist that filled the cave poured towards his mouth like a thousand streams returning to his sect, and in the blink of an eye, the cave was clear again.

It's just that the face of the person sitting there has a layer of black gas on his face, and the color of the clothes on his body seems to be darker.

Just as the poisonous mist was being sucked away, the black flies at the entrance of the cave immediately rushed madly into the cave, rolling in from the bottom, top, and wall of the cave, like a black tide.

"Hiss...... Hiss...... Hiss ......"

Countless black flies poured in from the outside, sitting there Chen Jing opened his mouth and spit out, a gray light rushed out, and the black flies that poured in were shattered one after another in the brilliance, and the body of the black flies turned into a black poisonous mist, and was sucked into his stomach by Chen Jing, and then he closed his eyes again, and if he looked at his mouth carefully, he would find that his lips were gently opening and closing and trembling, as if he was silently reciting some scriptures.

There was a moment of silence in the darkness outside the cave, and a gust of wind rushed towards the cave.

The whistling sound came into the cave, and the sound weakened when it entered the cave, and it was already inaudible where Chen Jing was.

Suddenly, two red lights appeared in the darkness, like two lanterns carried by a person on the dark mountain road, fluttering, from far to near, and finally stopped in front of the cave, but it turned out to be a pair of eyes.

The whirring beast breath entered the cave, Chen Jing opened his eyes, the light flashed in his eyes, and he had seen clearly outside the cave, but it was a huge black dragon, which also belonged to the dragon clan during the flood period, but it was the lowest dragon clan, not only had no horns, but the appearance was only the same as a snake.

It wasn't until he entered the body of the statue of Chen Jing that he suddenly remembered many things that he had forgotten before. This made him very happy, and in his opinion, it must be the reason for the integration of some of the beliefs in the idol, which strengthened his desire to obtain this idol.

After regaining his memory, he remembered that he was a 虺 before, and his name was also Zhaolie. When he saw the dragon king at that time dissipate in a sword light, and he himself was seriously injured somehow.

Over the years, he has been continuing his life by taking away his body for a long time, and he has a special supernatural power that makes him immortal. However, over the years, although he has forgotten something every time he has taken it, he has still forgotten about this imprisoned dragon well. This time, when he saw the Si Yu God Monument appear in the prison dragon well, he realized that he had forgotten about this thing.

He spewed out a mouthful of poisonous breath, black and red, and rushed towards the cave, Chen Jing waved the golden sleeve in the cave, and a piece of gold blew out, blocking the poisonous breath outside. The poisonous beast outside the cave suddenly disappeared, and after a while, the entire cave house trembled violently, and the runic civilizations on the walls of the cave house were indefinite, and the entire cave seemed to collapse.

Chen Jing pinched the magic trick in his hand, and suddenly recited a strange Xuanyin in his mouth, this Xuanyin felt like a heavy mountain, as soon as this syllable came out, the cave immediately stabilized, and it no longer trembled as if it might collapse at any time.

However, in this boundless darkness, this cave is like a small boat floating in chaos, caught by a huge black snake, the black snake is spewing poisonous breath towards the cave one by one, and at the same time tightly entangled, as if to strangle this small cave.

Chen Jing in the cave would read a strange Xuanyin in his mouth every once in a while. He had never read these Xuanyin before, they were all Huang Ting scriptures engraved on the wings of the Lost Sky Butterfly, and after his whole mind was integrated into this dantian, it was finally completely fused together, and those Huang Ting scriptures engraved on the wings of the Lost Sky Butterfly appeared in his thoughts, and now he still can't explain it clearly, but he can already understand some of it.

There is a huge god monument in front of Guanghan Palace, and the name of the god tablet is Taiyin. This Taiyin Monument does not look as magical as the Jinghe Divine Monument and the Siyu Divine Monument, but is just an ordinary stone monument.

Below the word Taiyin are the two words Guanghan, and then there is a sentence: "All my Guanghan disciples should be self-improvement and self-love-Quanyin." ”

Quanyin is the ancestor of Guanghan, and then below is the name of generations of Guanghan disciples, a total of only four generations, Yan Luoniang This is the fourth generation, the first three generations are just a descendant, until the generation of Master Yan Luoniang, many disciples were accepted, but although they received a lot, they also died a lot.

Patches of moonlight crossed the Taiyin Divine Monument, and not far away, Yan Luoniang was dancing with the Guanghan Palace Sword in her hand. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes as dense as a willow, sometimes like a rushing river wave. It's just that no matter how the Guanghan Sword in Yan Luoniang's hand changes, it gives people a pleasing feeling, like a fairy dancing sword, not like being in the world.

She now knows why this Guanghan Sword has such a powerful spiritual power, because this sword is the real Taiyin Monument, so this is the sword of the master, and the one who gets the Guanghan Sword gets Guanghan, which is why her master did not allow her to give the Guanghan Sword to Yuexia back then.

She was now dancing the Guanghan Sword, but what she was thinking about was that there were some secrets written on the book that only the master could read, and there was a reason why the master wanted to go to the Wheel Palace.

Ethereal, the moonlight is shining one by one, like mercury leaking to the ground.

At this time, it is the seventh day of the first month, and the moon is half bent.

At this time, in the Jing River, the big red shrimp held a black chain and tied an unknown monster to show off its might in the Jing River.

At this time, in the underworld, the ethereal spirit was still fighting a man wearing a golden mask.

At this time, the Autumn Moon Canyon in the depths of the sea area also underwent major changes.

At this time, in the dantian divine mansion of the god statue, Ye Qingxue's figure clearly appeared in front of Chen Jing's eyes.

She was dressed in white and covered in blood, and the Pure Heart Demon Sword was shining with lightning.

Chen Jing's heart shook, and the Dantian Divine Mansion shook. Looking up, he saw black water droplets dripping from the top of the cave, and he knew that it was not water, but Zhaolie's poison, it was his mental power that seeped in, and it was silently refining Chen Jing's last hiding place.

He closed his eyes and spread his hands in front of him, and the place where he wiped them was dazzling, and there was a golden text floating in it. His hand wiped extremely slowly, and when he stopped slowly, what appeared in front of Chen Jing was a sword blade. The blade looked extremely sharp, and a golden inscription was engraved on it, adding a bit of sharpness and mystery to this blade.

I saw Chen Jing take a deep breath, and pointed his left hand into the darkness outside the cave, a cold light had disappeared into the darkness, and a faint sword groan flowed in the cave like the wind.

And Chen Jing didn't stop, his left hand pinched the trick hanging on his chest, but the other hand slowly spread in front of him, and a frost blade appeared again in the void, exuding a faint cold air. He suddenly opened his mouth to read a Xuanwen syllable, and a golden Xuanwen was born out of thin air, falling on that sword blade, forming a real and clear Xuanwen imprint, this Xuanwen is not the same as the previous one, this is simpler, just like a thunder mark, just as soon as it appears on the sword blade, it makes this sword blade look murderous.

"Duh......"

Chen Jing gently spit out such a note from his mouth, and the sword blade void disappeared into the cave wall above his head with a shock.

Immediately afterward, I heard a roar from the darkness outside the cave.