"It can be said that since ancient times, there has been no true supreme power in heaven and earth. ”

The young man in white landed every word, and every sentence was amazing.

"Wait, you just said that after sanctification, you are no longer you? What kind of nonsense is this? You seem to have passed through it. Lin Qingxuan was puzzled.

When the young man heard Lin Qingxuan's rhetorical question, he seemed to be touched, and his face did not have the smile he had before, and he said sadly:

"The saints are unkind, and they regard the people as dogs! How many people have been sanctified, they have taken off their **mortal wombs, and spied a trace of the way of heaven, but then they can't find their true self! I don't know when it began, there is no real supreme person in heaven and earth. ”

"What! I don't know when, there is no stronger person in heaven and earth?!" Lin Qingxuan was stunned, this was something he had never heard of or thought of.

The young man in white sighed: "Ruling Xuanhuang, stepping on the Eight Desolations, hehe, we were the same back then, but now...... It's ridiculous!"

"The sky is like a cage, shrouding all affairs under his surveillance, and you are naturally among them, and it is this boundless sky that really sets foot on the eight wildernesses, and it can never be you. ”

"It's all nonsense. Lin Qingxuan was confused when he heard this, and retorted: "This little brother will make it clear...... Huh?"

Lin Qingxuan's eyes widened, looking left and right, the shadow of the young man in white was gone, and he actually disappeared under his nose.

Lin Qingxuan rubbed his eyes again and again, confirmed that he was not mistaken, and pinched himself twice: "I didn't hallucinate!"

"What's going on?"

Lin Qingxuan only noticed the surrounding scenery at this time, and only felt that his scalp was cold.

I don't know when, I actually stood in front of a very grand hall, surrounded by disciples coming and going, looking at the clothes of these disciples, it is not difficult to see that most of them are the inner disciples of the Three Holy Sects.

This hall is magnificent, carved beams and paintings, the carved patterns are very mysterious, Lin Qingxuan only felt a headache under a closer look, standing at the door of the temple, there are more than a dozen disciples with a very strong breath.

These dozen disciples had to interrogate every disciple who entered the temple gate.

There is a plaque hanging above the temple gate, and the crystal clear plaque is written with several large green characters: "Inner Gate Registration Office".

"It's ...... "Lin Qingxuan couldn't believe it, a moment ago, wasn't he still beating Wang Cang and the others in the square a few hundred meters away from the inner gate?

Thinking of the back and forth, Lin Qingxuan could only gasp.

"Who is that young man in white, who brought me here without a word? How did he know that I was going to become an inner disciple? What was the purpose of him talking to me?"

Shaking his head, Lin Qingxuan didn't understand anything, and simply walked towards the main hall of the inner gate. Originally, he came to promote the inner disciples, and on the way, he repaired Wang Cang and the others, and since he arrived at the inner gate, he was just promoted to the inner disciples.

"What a strange person!" Lin Qingxuan muttered to himself and walked towards the hall, but his hands were clenched into fists:

"My ambition will not change, sooner or later, I will step on the eight wildernesses and sweep the **!"

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In the Three Holy Sects, there are many palaces floating in the air, all of which show the extraordinary nature of the owners of these palaces.

At this time, a figure kept shuttling in the sky above the Three Holy Sects, leaving a faint phantom in the sky, and landed at the door of a very dilapidated palace that was incompatible with the surrounding palaces.

"Senior brother, senior brother has come to see you. As soon as that figure landed, it pushed open the unguarded gate of the palace, if Lin Qingxuan saw it here, he would definitely be very surprised, this figure was the inexplicable young man in white.

As soon as the gate was opened, all the dust fell, indicating that the palace had been unknown for a long time, and no one had visited or cleaned it.

But before the dust touched the clothes of the young man in white, it was all naturally annihilated.

Dressed in white, not stained with dust at all.

The palace was dimly lit.

The silence around the palace seemed to be an empty hall, which also showed that no one had come to the palace for a long time, and there was no life at all.

An old man dressed in black was standing in the main hall of the palace.

The old man's hair was all white, and his whole body was tied to a black chain with the thickness of his arm, and his whole body exuded a rotten atmosphere, and what was even more terrifying was that two scarlet nails were nailed to the collarbones on both shoulders of the old man, penetrating the collarbone.

"Rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle......"

The sound of rubbing metal never stops.

The old man in black had a huge red stone in front of him, and he saw that the old man's right hand with chains was holding a tattered black sword, and the body of the black sword was pitted, showing that it had already been tattered, and the old man put the broken sword on the blood-red stone, and kept grinding, and the middle part of the stone that was originally shoulder-high was actually worn to a height of only a zhang.

How long has this been going on? 100 years, 300 years, 500 years, or 1,000 years?

"Why did Senior Brother come to see me today?" The old man's voice sounded hoarsely, and the white-haired old man actually called the young man in white.

"Today I met an interesting boy, and I had a few words with him, and I was touched, so I came to visit my junior brother. ”

Looking at the old man who kept sharpening his sword, the young man in white was stunned and wandered in a trance.

"A thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye, and it feels like a world away!"

The young man in white was sad.

"Rustling ......"

The old man in black did not answer, still sharpening his sword and never looking up.

"He's really like us. The young man in white continued.

"Rustling ......"

The only thing that answered him was the unchanging sound of sharpening the sword, and it seemed that he had never heard the words of the young man in white.

He is exactly the same as Zhou Qu back then. ”

"Sha, Sha, Sha, Sha......"

The sound of sharpening the sword did not change, and continued to rustle, only slightly faster.

The corners of the eyes of the old man in black began to moisten, and tears flowed out of the cloudy old eyes, falling on the blood-red sword grinding stone one by one.

"What is the matter with Senior Brother coming today?" the old man finally spoke.

"How many years has the junior brother been sharpening his sword here?" the white-clothed young man was sad, and then continued, "Nearly a thousand years, right?"

"In my eyes, that day has always been in front of me. ”

The corners of the old man's eyes continued to flow slowly, and the color of the tears became darker and darker, and finally turned blood red.

Shed blood and tears!

"The junior brother still can't let go of that incident. The tone of the young man in white was also close to choking, and his originally handsome face instantly aged a little.

"Senior brother, let's get down to business. ”

The friction between the rotten sword and the stone still hasn't stopped, and the old man doesn't seem to want to talk about the past.

"Two thousand years ago, a few of us joined forces to found the Three Holy Sects, how high-spirited we were at the beginning, but after that incident a thousand years ago, only the two of us were left to survive here, and they died and left, and they will not come back. ”

The white-clothed young man said to himself: "Now that I am about to reach the limit, I am thinking, if I die, there will be no one in the sect who can support the overall situation." ”

"Now some sects have long held a grudge against our Three Holy Sects and have coveted them for a long time, and I am afraid that our hard work will be ruined in one fell swoop when the time comes, and I also ask the junior disciples to come out of this Sword Grinding Hall and support the overall situation. ”

This dilapidated palace is called the Hall of Grinding Swords.

"Didn't our hard work be destroyed a thousand years ago?" the old man still sharpened his sword: "This sword and this stone are witnesses." ”

The rotten sword was still rubbing against the blood-red stone, and sparks were coming out from time to time.

"Senior brother, that's all in the past!"

The old man was unmoved: "The tears are dry and the heart is broken, the senior brother doesn't need to say more." ”

"Even the Dao Stone has been ground like this by you, and you still refuse to come out. The young man in white saw that the broken sword was still grinding the blood-colored stone, and his tone was reproachful.

"It's not a Dao Stone, it's a Bloodstone, and it reminds me all the time. The old man shook his head: "Senior brother, you better go, even if I become the head of the sect, the situation of my Holy Sect will only get worse." ”

"Hey......" The young man in white also shook his head, his face was extremely painful, and he turned away: "How do you know that the world hates in the early years!

Rustle rustle......

The old man still sharpened his sword.

......

"The inner door, I can finally step into this inner door. ”

Lin Qingxuan sighed a little, four months ago, he was still a little guy with ordinary qualifications, no one had ever looked at him squarely, four months later, he was already a genius of the Holy Sect of the Pulse Realm, and he was envied wherever he went, and the low-level disciples were eager to befriend him, and the changes in the world were really impermanent.

"Palm Xuanhuang, step on the eight wildernesses!"

Lin Qingxuan took a deep breath, now that he had set the ultimate goal of his cultivation, although he didn't know why the young man in white said strange things, Lin Qingxuan did not waver in his goal.

Perhaps, in the eyes of others, a monk who penetrates the Pulse Realm dares to say this, he is either a fool or a madman, but Lin Qingxuan will not easily change his goal.

People are not reckless teenagers, every teenager with dreams will spill blood for their dreams, they all have a passion, and they are willing to rest until death.

......

"Rustling ......"

When the young man in white had been out for a long time, in the dim palace, accompanied by the sound of sharpening the sword, there was a long sigh.

In the dimly lit hall, the old man who sharpened the sword opened his cloudy old eyes, his black and white eyeballs moved slightly, his wrinkled eyelids shook from time to time, and after a long time, he sighed slowly:

"In the early years, I didn't know that the world hated, and the man's sword spirit was like a mountain!

Then he closed his eyes and continued to sharpen his sword, muttering to himself: "A sword is sharpened for a thousand years, and a sword is sharpened for a thousand years!

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