If you don't go crazy, you can't live.

In the cultivation world, every year, there are a few cultivators who go crazy for various reasons, either crazy or dead, but they have never heard of a free immortal going crazy, if there really is, it will undoubtedly be a disaster for the world.

On the top floor of the Linglong Tower, the sound of the grand Tao Te Ching reciting echoes in it, the elderly Taoist holds a thin booklet in his hand, only 5,000 words, but it is the foundation of the Taoist to establish the world, every time the Taoist turns a page, the voice expands a point, and turns into a mysterious and mysterious "Heavenly Rules" layer by layer.

Shangguan Xianchen stood still and did not move, allowing these "rules" to bind him.

After reciting the 5,000-word Tao Te Ching, Shangguan Xianchen was put on his body with 5,000 rules, imprisoning him in place and not moving a bit.

Shangguan Xianchen's eyes were deep and dark, and he didn't see half of the clarity, and he glanced at the Taoist deeply.

The sword aura is full of swords.

In his hand, he casts a three-foot Qingfeng with vitality, but he has three thousand spirits in his chest.

It seems that as long as you open your mouth and spit out the qi in your chest, you will be half a great sword sect.

The next moment, Shangguan Xianchen, whose body was not moving in the slightest, really opened his mouth and spit out, and a vast sword qi like the Milky Way across the nine heavens meandered out, and there was a great aura of three thousand miles in one go.

The sword qi is like a river, mighty and endless.

Most of the five thousand rules imposed on him were instantly dispersed by this sword qi, and only a few exceptionally powerful rules remained unmoving.

After the sword qi surrounded Shangguan Xianchen for a week, the castration did not stop, and it went straight to the elderly Daoist.

With a faint smile on his face, the old Taoist raised his arm, and pointed forward lightly, "Xuanzhi and Xuan, the door of all wonders." ”

A portal that seemed to be virtual and real slowly opened in front of the old Taoist, and the portal was chaotic, regardless of up and down, front and back, southeast and northwest, and I didn't know where I came from, and I didn't know where I was going.

This door is not the "door" in the original intention of the Dao Ancestor, but a boundless mysterious door opened with great magical powers.

If you Shangguan Xianchen can forcibly see the boundless mystical formula wide world with the sword twenty-four, then my Dao Sect naturally has a way to open the door to the boundless mystical recipe wide world!

As the portal was fully opened, the mighty sword qi that went all the way rushed straight into it, but the world inside the door seemed to be boundless, no matter how the sword qi like a great river stirred and washed, it did not cause the slightest ripple.

The sword qi lasted for half a pillar of incense before slowly dissipating.

After the sword qi completely dissipated, the portal slowly closed, then faded, and finally disappeared.

Shangguan Xianchen spit out, although he did not take out the sword, but he had the sword intent of thirty immeasurable swords.

Since the sword thirty returned in vain, Shangguan Xianchen made another sword.

The sword light flashed away.

Sword twenty-five, amorphous, non-oriented, unspaced one sword.

The next moment, a ball of clear air suddenly burst out of the old Dao's heart, and then a huge hole appeared.

If it is a flesh and blood body, it has already been killed by a sword piercing the heart and body at this moment, even if the elderly Taoist is not a human body, it has already shown the appearance of collapse at this moment.

The old Taoist was still smiling, and he pointed out again, and said lightly: "The god of grains is immortal." ”

The wound that had been festering outward from the mouth of the heart suddenly stopped, and then slowly "healed" and returned to its original appearance.

Shangguan Xianchen's face was expressionless, and he began to move forward with his sword.

The remaining "rules" bound to him instantly shone brightly, turning into a thousand pounds of flail, weighing down his body, intending to prevent him from taking half a step forward.

Shangguan Xianchen stomped his foot fiercely, and the golden jade ground under his feet was overwhelming, and cracks began to appear, and the sound of cracking was endless. And the thousand-pound flail on his body trembled violently, and then he trembled nonstop, and it was difficult to restrain Shangguan Xianchen for half a minute.

If it is an ordinary carefree immortal, it is just the heavy flail of these rules, I am afraid that it is difficult to move half a finger, if it is the realm of heaven and man, it will be crushed to death, and only Shangguan Xianchen, the peak of the earth immortal, can wear the heavy flail of the rules of heaven and move freely.

Shangguan Xianchen, who was wearing a heavy flail, swung out with a sword.

There was no smile on the face of the old Taoist, and he said solemnly: "Holding on to it, it is not as good as yourself, and it is not possible to keep it for a long time." The house is full of gold and jade, Mo can keep it, rich and arrogant, and he is to blame. After retiring, the way of heaven is also. ”

The figure of the Taoist is suddenly vague and uncertain, as if in this realm, but also as if it is not in this realm, as if there is nothing, as if it is illusory.

Under a sword.

A deep groove appeared in the ground, and the entire seventh floor was split in two.

Looking down through the ravine, it was not the sixth layer, but chaos, dark and distant.

Although the Daoist dodged this sword in an instant, his body was much darker, and he no longer saw the previous appearance of pure qi surrounding his body and purple qi filling his body.

After Shangguan Xianchen slashed his sword, he sneered: "Can you hide?"

The old Daoist reappeared, and his chest was pierced by an illusory sword shadow, and his expression was complicated.

This sword shadow is the thirty-first sword, and it slashes the invisible sword with the visible.

The old Taoist body turned into a void and dodged a sword to slay the dragon, but he couldn't dodge the tangible and invisible sword, and the two swords came out together, one positive and one strange, one bright and one dark, which was wonderful.

The old Daoist did not try to pull out the illusory sword shadow on his chest, but pointed out again, "Purity is the righteousness of the world." ”

As soon as these words came out, the deep ravine under the feet of the two began to slowly close, and after a while, the tower was completely restored to its original state.

The old Taoist pressed his chest again, and said calmly: "If the big white is humiliated, generous, and late-blooming, **, the elephant is invisible, and the Tao is nameless." ”

Each of the six moral proverbs is recited, and the figure of the elderly Taoist person fades a little, and by the time of the last sentence, the figure is almost invisible, as if it is about to turn into the "Tao" in the underworld, and disappear completely.

Shangguan Xianchen shook his body suddenly, shook all the heavy flails on his body to the ground, and handed out a sword in his hand.

At the last moment when the old Taoist was about to disappear, a sword pierced his head.

The old Taoist died endlessly, his body was shaky, and his hands were tied to the Daozun Command, and he was about to spit out the last word "edict".

However, Shangguan Xianchen didn't give him this opportunity, and directly reached out and crushed his throat, and then used the sword twenty-six to turn out thousands of imperial sword qi in five fingers, all of which stabbed into the body of the old Dao person.

In the following incense sticks, it was simply a one-sided torture.

Shangguan Xianchen, who was already a mad demon, was merciless, and used his sword qi to crush the body of the old Daoist inch by inch, and finally only one head was nailed into the void.

Shangguan Xianchen half-knelt, pressed the head to the ground, and sneered: "The god of the valley is immortal?"

The old Taoist who had only one head left slowly closed his eyes, "Let's die." ”

With that, he turned into a breath of clear air and dissipated invisible.

Shangguan Xianchen slowly raised his head, and a pair of cloud shoes appeared in his sight,

Only by breaking the method of one qi and three purifications can you see the true deity.

The master in a dark purple Dao robe waved his hand and smiled, "The Great Sword Immortal has become a Great Sword Demon, which is a bit interesting." ”

Shangguan Xianchen got up slowly, and the green sword in his hand was like substance.

Zichen's smile remained unchanged, and he said: "Shangguan Xianche, don't you think that if you break the Linglong Pagoda of the Poor Road and the method of gasification and three cleans, there will be nothing to be done about the Poor Road?"

Shangguan Xianchen didn't speak, but just raised the green sword in his hand.

Please sword.

As soon as Zichen stretched out his hand, a delicate pagoda appeared in his palm, and the scenery around the two changed, and in a blink of an eye, they were no longer in the tower, but returned to East Kunlun.

Fu Chen and Zhang Zai were not far from Shangguan Xianchen. However, at this time, the two had no strength to fight again.

Shangguan Xianchen stretched out his hand, the clouds rolled up on the sky, there was green qi all over the sky, and a sword came from the East China Sea.

The heavenly dome cracked, and a sword slowly fell, and when it fell into the clutches of Shangguan Immortal, it was no different from an ordinary three-foot sword.

Ranked second among the nine magic swords, the magic sword Qingping.

Even if it is a carefree immortal like Weichen, the imperial envoy has to ask the head of the magic sword, but Shangguan Xianchen has to fight with the magic sword.

I don't dare to say that it is unprecedented, but in the overall declining cultivation world, I am afraid that it will be extinct.

Zichen smiled lightly: "Since you have put on such a big battle, Poor Dao will discuss the sword with you, and recount the unfinished sword dispute of the ancestors back then." ”

Zichen also stretched out his hand.

The sky was full of clouds and shadows, and purple qi was surging from the capital peak.

Purple gas overflowed the entire sky, obscuring the sky.

At that time, Daozu wrote down 5,000 words of Tao Te Ching, and then Xia Ju soared.

At that time, the purple gas came to the east for 30,000 zhang.

Although the current master of the sect is not as good as the Dao Ancestor, he can already vaguely see the saint atmosphere in it.

Zichen raised his hand.

The purple vaporization sword is the same as the style of Qingping in Shangguan Xianchen's hand, but the whole body is purple.

The sword of the palm of the sect at the head of the nine magic swords, the magic sword Ziwei.