Su Xuan, who embarked on the journey, did not breathe a sigh of relief because he got rid of a burden, on the contrary, his brows furrowed terribly.

If it weren't for the old master and the old summoning country, he would never have waded into this troubled water. It is not a wise choice to be the enemy of the old Summoning Nation.

In today's world, if you talk about the strongest occult arts, there is no doubt that it is the deceased Xuanhuang. But Emperor Xuan is no longer there, if you ask anyone else, as long as someone who knows a little about occult arts, he will shout a sentence: "East Old Call, West Kunlun." ”

The old Zhaoguo and Kunlun Mountain have the name of the supreme mysticism. And Su Xuan is going to face one of the two most powerful forces in the world today - the old Zhaoguo, which is as difficult as climbing to the sky!

But Su Xuan agreed to her.

"Master......" Su Xuan whispered to himself, "Follow your will, the new Xuanhuang, the old Zhao and Kunlun don't want to get involved......"

Just because of one promise, you will be the enemy of the most powerful behemoth in the world!

After that, he looked around, it was white, there were no birds, and Yan Luo had already walked away. Su Xuan shook his head and continued walking around the mountain road.

What Su Xuan needs now is strength, he must obtain enough strength within three years, due to the perennial residence of Emperor Xuanmen, Xuanmen Mountain is now very thin, so the place where Su Xuan wants to go now is one of the most authoritative places in the Xuanshu world - Kunlun.

Kunlun suppressed the dragon, and if Su Xuan wanted to borrow the power of the fierce beast suppressed under the Xuanmen Mountain, he had to rescue the dragon!

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Kunlun snow does not melt all year round. Nowadays, even if you look at Xuanmen Mountain from a distance, you can see the colorful scattered snow.

Looking at Kunlun from afar, Su Xuan turned his head and glanced at Xuanmen Mountain, which was about to be separated from him.

"Roar-" There was a roar of unknown beasts from Xuanmen Mountain, and then a pillar of light broke through the sky, and the golden pillar of light seemed to follow the sun. The golden light is spread on the snow at will, like gold leaf paving the road.

"You're gone......" Su Xuan said to himself, "This Xuanmen Mountain is really lonely now......

Time passed quietly, night gradually fell, and Su Xuan's footsteps had just walked to the bottom of the mountain, but fortunately, there was already a town at the bottom of the mountain, I don't know what the reason was, the inn in this town was extremely popular.

Seeing this, Su Xuan rushed into the inn.

"Young man, are you coming down from the mountains?" said the aunt, seeing that the anxious man who ran in was a little raw, not like a hunter who often came here, nor a man from the town.

"Hmm. "Whatever you ask and answer, it is Su Xuan, who is as pure as water.

The aunt looked at this young man handsome, and liked it in her heart, so she talked more: "These days, there are always some young men and girls running up the mountain, but no, there are gods on this mountain!"

"Immortals?" Su Xuan's mind didn't turn for the first time.

"Yes!" explained the aunt with great interest, "there is an old fairy living on this mountain, who blesses us with a good harvest every year......

Su Xuan understood this time, and he himself couldn't laugh or cry - there are really immortals on Xuanmen Mountain, if Emperor Xuanhuang is alive, all the mysticists in the world will be reduced to mortals, and Emperor Xuanhuang can really be said to be immortals.

And when Emperor Xuan was there, he did protect this town.

"I'm not going up the mountain to ask God to ask the Buddha......" Su Xuan tried to explain something, but the enthusiastic aunt didn't listen to his explanation, and went back directly to serve the hot meal.

Su Xuan rarely had contact with outsiders, and Aunt Qiao's enthusiasm overwhelmed Su Xuan, and at this time, he heard a guest next to him say: "Hehe, Aunt Qiao really misses her son and wants to go crazy, alas, it's a pity!"

Aunt Qiao didn't know how to hear it, and immediately counterattacked: "Old drunkard, you still owe the wine money last time!"

The old drunkard took a sip of his wine and said no more.

Aunt Qiao glared at him fiercely, and went to cook for Su Xuan. Su Xuan was curious, so he quietly asked the old drunkard what was wrong.

"Hey, Aunt Qiao gave birth to two children, all of them girls, Aunt Qiao was so angry that she took the whole family to Kunlun Mountain to ask the gods to send a son. As a result, her son didn't send it, but her husband died in the mountains. But Aunt Qiao's husband Lan Gongzi is really not me, he is really a character, sacrificing himself for his family, he is really a big hero!" the old drunkard took a sip of wine and told the story.

"Isn't that pitiful?" Su Xuan turned her head, and Aunt Qiao's eyes became more pity.

Although Su Xuan had never heard of words like "son" and "daughter", he understood the last paragraph. The husband should mean a relative, and the death of a relative should be as sad as the death of his master.

The old drunkard choked on a sip of wine, but then he relented and said, "She's pathetic? In order to compensate her family, her eldest daughter was accepted as an inner disciple by the Kunlun faction, and she can be regarded as the best person in this town. ”

Su Xuan shook his head and said, "If you can recover the deceased, even if you use all your mystical power, why don't you understand? let alone become a mystic...... It's not a good thing at all!"

The old drunkard looked at Su Xuan very strangely, and he said as a matter of course: "You...... How can you think that? You ......."

He couldn't think of any adjectives to describe Su Xuan for a while, he just felt that Su Xuan was very strange, and his words were not like ordinary people.

Su Xuan shook his head, stopped speaking, and lowered his head to eat.

The old drunkard finally sorted out his thoughts, and said: "The occultist is a first-class profession in the world, although it is extremely risky, but it has infinite power. The powerful occult sorcerer is naturally the top of the society, and if you look at this Kunlun and this old call, they have mastered the supreme secret method of this occult world. It has only been five years since Emperor Xuan's death, and there are talented young Xuanshu who have reached the fourth level of the human rank. These geniuses are high up, that is, immortals in the eyes of mortals, what's so bad?"

"Human Rank Fourth Layer ......" Su Xuan repeated. He himself is the fifth layer of the human rank, one level higher than the fourth layer of the human level. And he has five years more cultivation time than the other party, and if he doesn't take the Heavenly Material and Earth Treasure, it will take almost five years to go from the fourth layer to the fifth layer. In other words, he is currently starting from the same starting point as these talented young occultists......

No, how could it be the same starting point. Most of those fourth-level geniuses were piled up with heaven and earth elixirs, while Su Xuan relied on ten years of hard cultivation. The temperament tempered by ten years of hard work makes him completely different from those proud sons of the sky.

The other party relied on the material, and Su Xuan relied on the spirit.

And even if he fights for material wealth, Su Xuan is not false at all - the force behind the other party is Kunlun's old call, and behind Su Xuan is Emperor Xuan, even if Emperor Xuan is not there, the knowledge left by Emperor Xuan is enough to be worthy of the world's Xuan Xiu!

After all, the emperor is out of Xuansan, after all, the emperor of mysticism!

The old drunkard thought that Su Xuan didn't know what the fourth layer of the human level meant, so he explained: "The next Xuan cultivators are divided into the three realms of heaven, earth and man, and each realm is divided into twelve strata, and each stratum corresponds to a twelve-earth branch. The four corresponds to the Mao of the earthly branch. ”

Su Xuan was surprised, he didn't understand what the other party was telling him about this, so he said, "I know." ”

"You know?" the old drunkard also looked at Su Xuan in surprise.

Su Xuan also looked at the old drunkard in surprise.

He couldn't understand why he, a mysticist, couldn't know this.

"However, the realm of a cultivator does not represent everything. It is rare for a low-level occult cultivator to master a higher-level external technique and even defeat a high-level occultist, but it is not impossible. Su Xuan said.

The old drunkard looked at Su Xuan in disbelief, then lowered his head and approached him and whispered, "Are you ...... Occult Warlock?"

Su Xuan nodded. He didn't feel the need to hide it.

"The identity of a mystic sorcerer is a big taboo, and you can't talk about it casually. The old drunkard frowned slightly, looked sideways at Su Xuan and said, "Do you know?"

"I know. Su Xuan said, "But I won't lie, since I have decided to answer your question, I must tell the truth." My Dao heart requires me to be upright and not tolerate the slightest lie or falsehood. The identity of a mystic is a big taboo for ordinary people, but it is not a rare thing for both occultists, you are also a metamagician, and I don't want you to hide it from me. ”

The old drunkard was puzzled, he was about to ask something, but he was immediately startled, and he broke out in a cold sweat, he whispered to Su Xuan: "Whatever you want, the young man goes to bed early, the hour is not early." Don't casually expose your metaphysical identity in the future, and don't casually point out other people's occultist identities, not every occultist is a real occultist. ”

Isn't every occultist a real occultist?Su Xuan nodded as if he didn't understand.

The old drunkard drank a sip of wine and continued to pick up the dishes.

Both sides fell silent, Su Xuan lowered his head and pondered the old drunkard's words, while the old drunkard was looking at Su Xuan.

After eating, he went straight back to his room to rest. The old drunkard, on the other hand, drank in a cloudy and uncertain manner, stopping from time to time to stare at the wine table. Then there was another sigh, then he poured the wine into his mouth and continued to bow his head in contemplation.

"Old drunkard!" said Aunt Qiao's daughter, when she saw the old drunkard like this, she stretched out a hand and twisted his ear and shouted.

"Oh, little aunt, it hurts, it hurts!" the old drunkard was pulled by Aunt Qiao's daughter and walked away.

"Linyi, lightly, he's ......" Aunt Qiao shouted from afar, Su Xuan had already entered the house and didn't hear clearly.

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Drifting snow Kunlun.

Dragon Palace.

"Did it really come out?" asked a balding old man a little anxiously to another old man beside him, not caring about his own image.

The bearded old man beside him stroked his beard, and then said, "The Ying Longbian on the side of the sky was seen by you and me together, and I just denied it, how can you believe it?"

"But ......," said the bald old man hatefully, "then the heir of the Xuan Emperor went down the mountain like this?"

"Yes, he went down. The bearded old man said, "With the hatred of Emperor Xuan and the inheritance of Emperor Xuan, I went down the mountain." ”

The bald old man looked anxiously at the bearded old man and asked, "Then what should we do, which side should we solve first......, this kid or Ying Long?"

The bearded old man glared at the bald old man angrily, and the bald old man didn't dare to look at him, so he lowered his head and continued to finish speaking: "Let's take the opportunity to win over that kid." My Kunlun is in decline, and I am lacking a genius boy. The young man who can enter the eyes of the Xuanhuang Emperor is the only one in the world, if we can win it over, I Kunlun is hopeful!"

"I don't have to say that again. The bearded old man didn't look at the bald old man, so he said, "Ying Long wants to be arrested, and the heirs of Emperor Xuan are killed, neither of which can be delayed." What if this Xuanhuang throne is given to the old call, and how is it given to the talents of the world......"

"But give priority to killing the heirs of the Xuan Emperor. The bearded old man suddenly turned back and said. The bald old man frowned slightly, and said, "Is this Xuanhuang heir so important?"

"It's very important, more important than Ying Long. The bearded old man said, "Even if I fight the Kunlun lineage, I will also cut off the inheritance of the Xuanhuang Emperor!"

As he spoke, the bearded old man took two steps outside the door and said loudly: "Kunlun must be upright and upright." The Kunlun inheritance can be cut off, but I want the world to know that I, Kunlun, will live up to the world!"

The dragon suppressed under the Dragon Palace also seemed to hear this, and roared in a low voice, but no one heard it.