Qingyun Mountain, on Tongtian Peak, is a busy scene everywhere.

There are only two years to go, and it will be a grand event once in a year in Qingyunmen, and the heads, elders, and disciples of all major sects may come to watch it at that time.

In order to prevent embarrassment and loss of face as the leader of the righteous path, it is natural to make all kinds of preparations, such as cleaning up the dirt, appearance layout, formation layout, disciple safety, landscape, and so on.

Dao Xuan personally gave an order, on this Tongtian Peak, on the day of the conference, not only to let the guests feel the strength, heritage, and grandeur of the first major faction of Qingyunmen Immortal Dao, but also to let them feel the inaction, fairy wind, Dao bones, and elegance of Qingyunmen Daomen.

After a sentence, the disciples nodded bald one by one.

After instructing the disciples, Dao Xuan shook his head and smiled, and slowly stepped into the back mountain.

Back then, his master also instructed him and Senior Brother Wan Jianyi to do so, but unfortunately, the mountain is still there, the trees are still there, and the wind is there, but people can never see each other again.

Near the back mountain, it is even more secluded, and there is not even a single figure.

When the sunlight shone into the quiet woods of the back mountain, Dao Xuan was already walking on the quiet mountain forest road, and it was not the first time he had come to the back mountain of Tongtian Peak, he had been here several times before and after, and he was already familiar with the nearby terrain.

Just looking at his expression, he didn't have a little cautious and anxious look, and he still walked slowly with the calm smile he had always had on his face.

The mountain road is rugged, with ancient trees on both sides, and a few birdsong sounds can be heard from time to time in the depths of the forest. Dao Xuan's gaze turned from the forest to the ground and then looked ahead, the winding and stretching ancient road, I don't know how many past events had happened on it.

The mountains and forests are quiet, the wind is blowing, and it seems that there is not the slightest vulgarity in the world.

The familiar three-way intersection in his memory slowly appeared in front of him, and Dao Xuan stopped at the intersection and looked to the right unexpectedly.

Behind the layers of dense forests, in the gaps of dense branches and leaves, a corner of the majestic ancestral hall of the ancestor was faintly revealed. He smiled and turned to step down the path.

The intersection was not far from the ancestral hall, and soon the solemn hall gradually appeared, but Dao Xuan did not go to the open space, but quietly stood behind a large tree with lush foliage next to the mountain road, looking in that direction.

The hall was still so dim, and the stone steps and open space in front of the door were still covered with dead leaves like countless past days.

After a while, an old figure with a white beard walked out of the main hall, he glanced at the fallen leaves everywhere, but a slight smile appeared on his face, raised his hands and stretched his waist, took a deep breath of the slightly sweet air in the mountains and forests, and then began to quietly clean the fallen leaves on the ground.

The broom flew one after another, and the fallen leaves were swept aside little by little, and occasionally some of them were blown up by the wind like disobedient children, and they stubbornly wanted to return to their original places, but they were also swept back again with a smile.

The wind blows through the mountains and forests, and the forest waves gust.

In the distance, behind the big tree, Dao Xuan stood silently for a while, then turned to leave.

Soon, he came to the three-way intersection again. This time, he looked in the direction of the Phantom Moon Cave Mansion, and without any hesitation, he stepped past the forbidden land of all the disciples and walked slowly.

Phantom Moon Cave Mansion.

This cave looks no different from other ordinary caves with stone walls in the world.

The rough stone and the hard ground are slightly different except that the ground in front of the cave gate has been trampled on smoothly over the years, showing the wind and frost here.

From that small stone gate, once out of the Qingyun Gate generation of Tianjiao Qingye Dao people, there have been countless people in the past years to leave their footprints here, this Phantom Moon Cave Mansion, is really a witness to the rise and fall of the Qingyun Gate for two thousand years.

Dao Xuan smiled and walked in, as if he was returning home, without the slightest hesitation or hesitation.

The sunlight outside the cave is blocked by the stone wall, it can't shine inside the stone cave, the cave is very shady, and in the flat stone wall, there is a stone slab Taiji pattern, which is the only thing in this cave that can be related to Qingyunmen.

Dao Xuan's hand was placed on the Tai Chi pattern, a faint blue light flashed, and the breath of Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao flowed between the meridians of the body, and the Tai Chi diagram also lit up with a cyan light, and at the same time, the Tai Chi pattern began to rotate.

On the right side of the Tai Chi pattern, a crack in the shape of a ring suddenly appeared in the stone wall that was originally intact, and then slowly rotated to the side to separate, revealing a secret hole, revealing the gate of white mist that rotated like strange water waves.

Dao Xuan stared silently at the swirling water waves that seemed to be unfathomable.

Inside this gate is the world-shattering artifact of Qingyunmen that has suppressed luck for thousands of years: the Zhuxian Ancient Sword.

There are still two years to hold the Qingyun Conference, and even invite the Ghost King Sect to come to watch the ceremony, in order to prevent accidents, with his always steady temperament, of course, to confirm whether there is a problem with the Zhuxian Sword Array.

If something goes wrong with the formation, there are at least two years left to repair it.

But because this cave house gathers the evil qi that has accumulated for thousands of years in the seven veins of Qingyun, it is very bearable for people, and the door is even more because of the gathering of evil qi, forming a "way of the phantom moon".

The first time he entered it, he was seduced by the mysterious power contained in it, and he almost fell into a place of no return. But in the end, he was also blessed by misfortune and entered the highest realm of Qingyunmen's cultivation: the realm of Taiqing.

And now facing it again, the depths of the deep water waves seem to have a faint erosion force, making people have the illusion of falling into it.

Dao Xuan took a deep breath, no longer hesitated, took a step, and walked in.

A sense of coolness rushed towards him, as if he had really stepped into a world of deep water, but after a while, Dao Xuan found himself like last time, surrounded by a world of emptiness and nothingness.

It was dark, boundless, there was no light, there was no end......

He had only taken a few steps when suddenly the death-like silence had been broken, and with a bang, a fiery breath rushed towards him.

Dao Xuan could even clearly feel that he was like walking into a sea of fire, the skin and flesh of his whole body were being burned by the sudden flames, and the sharp pain was surging madly from every corner of his body, and his entire body seemed to be about to be destroyed in this fierce sea of fire.

The muscles on his face were even slightly twisted from the intense pain, but the corners of his mouth remained faintly smiling.

Without hesitation, one step at a time, one step at a time, slowly but continuously.

For the sake of Qingyunmen's thousand-year-old foundation, for the sacrifices made by his senior brother and master for the common people, and for his dreams, he is fearless!

The sound of the flames burning became louder and louder, and even the air around the body seemed to be filled with a terrifying burning smell, and the pain in the body continued unabated, as if it had to endure a thousand times the pain with every step.

It's just that Dao Xuan's footsteps still haven't stopped, and he is walking forward slowly but firmly.

At some point, the raging sea of flames slowly faded.

In the silence, suddenly, a crisp sound of water droplets dripping sounded in his ears, and the cold water droplets came from nowhere, falling from nothingness and falling on his face.

It's biting cold.

In a moment, without warning, a loud rumbling sound erupted from the front, overwhelming the sky as if it were omnipresent. The bitter cold wind tore his body apart in an instant, and the pain that was ten times more powerful than the burning of the flame just now came from all corners of his body again.

Step by step, step after step, never stopped, just like life, moving forward slowly, after all, there is no turning back.

The tide slowly receded, the deafening sound of terror was gone, and the silence returned to him, a void that echoed only his footsteps.

Alone, alone!

[Dao Xuan!] ]

Suddenly, a voice called out leisurely behind him, and in an instant, the Taoist was like being struck by lightning, and his body shook violently.

This is the voice of the Master!

Endlessly, the voice was layered on top of each other, wave after wave, calling and shouting behind him, and the past of his life was like smoke, and one scene after another flashed in front of him.

No, the master has already fallen into the devil back then, and he is not wrong! If he doesn't kill Shizun, he will bring Qingyunmen into the demonic path of sinking!

The master is immortal, and he does not die in the hands of Wan Jianyi, how can he be the leader? If Senior Brother Wan Jianyi is the head, with his wanton and free temperament, what will he bring to Qingyunmen?

You are the most suitable!

After a long time, Dao Xuan smiled lightly, relieved.

Then he walked on, leaving all the voices behind him, letting them scream and then cried out in the shrieks.

The darkness finally disappeared, and everything in front of him was not at all a stone cave hidden in the depths of the mountainside as ordinary people imagined, it was an ancient, desolate and strange place.

A huge and desolate Gobi with no end in sight is displayed in front of you, without any trees and flowers, only dark gray rocks and sand. The wind blew over the Gobi with a whining and screaming sound.

Above his head, there was a strange sky, and the deep purple clouds weighed down the world as if it were breathless. In the clouds, huge white lightning bolts continued to fall from the sky and rush across the sky.

The farthest sky in the distance is a dark green halo, where it is particularly bright, like a bright light at the end of the darkness, and countless meteors skimming the sky, emitting a blazing and dazzling light, in the canopy, into a brilliant and spectacular star language.

Turn the world into a meson!

After a while, Dao Xuan slowly retracted his gaze, his mood gradually calmed down, every time he entered here, he would only sigh at the great power and supernatural powers of those ancient immortals.

Looking ahead, on top of the desolate Gobi, not far away, there is an altar with dark gray boulders as a seat, with steps on all eight sides, and seven floors up and down. There are seven huge pillars on the altar, divided into seven colors, each of which is dozens of zhang high, and it takes three people to encircle it.

In the center of the altar, there is an ancient tripod with an ancient form.

"Hehe~" Dao Xuan smiled happily.

Below the ancient tripod is the ancient sword of Zhuxian that people all over the world think about day and night. With this sword, he can crush all opposing voices.

Is the position of head of the house obtained by calculation? Right! But he never regretted it!

Absolutely invincible power, this is the desire of all men in the world!

It took a long time for Dao Xuan Zhenren's laughter to slowly stop, his face looked very tired, but the strange light in his eyes had begun to sharpen and brighten.

With that sword, he is truly the first person in the world!

"Boom" Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and Dao Xuan slapped Gu Ding aside with one palm.

Subsequently, the leader of the righteous path, the head of the first major faction, had some intention to look at Shitai.

It has been more than ten years since he last came over, but he still clearly remembers the appearance of that divine weapon, like a stone not a stone, like a jade but not a jade, the form is clumsy but has a majesty.

Wait a minute?

The smile on Dao Xuan's face gradually disappeared, and a wisp of panic hung on his cheeks. Because the depression of the stone platform below the tripod is empty.

"Where's my sword?"

……

"Impossible, impossible, how is it possible!"

At the entrance of the Phantom Moon Cave Mansion, Dao Xuan appeared. But his whole person no longer has the fairy wind bones he once had, and some are just crazy demons, flustered, and puzzled.

For more than a thousand years, this Zhuxian Ancient Sword has been placed here, and it has never had an accident, but now it is gone?

He, Dao Xuan, is he a sinner from Qingyunmen?

"It doesn't make sense!" Dao Xuan was puzzled.

If you don't have the mana of at least the Shangqing realm, as well as the unique decryption method of the head of the lineage, even the Great Luo Immortal will not be able to enter the cave.

Moreover, the Zhuxian Ancient Sword was connected with the evil qi formed by the Qingyun Mountain Range for tens of millions of years, and even merged into one. Who can take the ancient sword without any alarm

According to the classics, even immortals can't resist that kind of evil outburst, right?

How could that be gone, is that reasonable?

Suddenly, an old voice came out from the path in the direction of the ancestral hall, from the white mist gently drifting in that direction, with indescribable vicissitudes of life, an old man's voice said: "Senior brother, where are you going?" ”

Dao Xuan's body was shocked, and when he looked back, he saw that the mist on the path had drifted away, and a rickety figure slowly walked out.

He bent down slightly, as if the years had overwhelmed him, and the wrinkles like knives were across his face, as if telling the passage of time. Even the broom in his hand now seemed to be as dilapidated as its master.

It's just that the old man walked slowly, and when he reached six feet in front of Dao Xuan, he faced the head of Qingyun Gate, a great supernatural person in the world. This old man who was slightly tired, when he slowly raised his head, he suddenly had a pair of clear and sharp eyes, staring at the front.

"It's cold in the morning, the tired birds haven't gotten up, does the senior brother in charge intend to drink a bowl of hot tea with the old man?"

In the morning, the cool wind on Qingyun Mountain blew gently, turning the mist of the mountain slowly, like a light veil floating in the dense forest. At the three-way intersection outside the ancestral hall, Dao Xuan and the old man stood opposite each other, facing each other in a subtle atmosphere.

After a moment of silence, Dao Xuan let out a long sigh: "Okay! ”

The sword, although it is gone, but the person is still there, then there is still hope!