Nanning Prefecture, Holy Heaven Realm, Yunxi City.

When Xiang Yuan was brought back to the Xiang family, the meridians had been broken and the dantian was broken, and it was Xiang Rongxuan, the head of the Xiang family, who rushed back with Xiang Yuan on his back.

When Xiang Rongxuan put Xiang Yuan on the bed, Xiang Yuan was already angry, and it seemed that he couldn't hold on for long.

"The Qingyu Holy Sect turned his face ruthlessly, it was really too deceitful."

Looking at Xiang Yuan, who had only one breath left on the bed, Xiang Rongxuan clenched his fists, and anger surged in his eyes.

Xiang Yuan's parents were the core disciples of the Qingyu Holy Sect.

They were both killed when they entered the Vicious Land to fight for the Hallows.

After that, Xiang Yuan, who was only two years old, was sent back to the Xiang family by the Qingyu Holy Sect, and said that the disciples of the sect would not die in vain, and they could always protect the Xiang family in the future.

Ten days ago, there was a sudden surge of spiritual energy in the mountain stream thirty miles away from Yunxi City, and it was the birth of a saint immortal mound.

It is also within the realm of the Blue Feather Holy Sect.

Because of the identity of Xiang Yuan's parents, the Xiang family got a rare place to enter the immortal mound this time.

As long as Xiang Yuan can obtain the approval of a treasure weapon from it, it is possible that he will be brought back to the sect by the Qingyu Holy Sect and be cultivated by the best sect.

However, all illusions were shattered from the moment Xiang Yuan flew out of the immortal mound.

……

"I ...... I'm alive? ”

When Xiang Yuan opened his eyes, there was a trace of confusion in his eyes at first, and then he was occupied by a strong hatred.

The scenes that happened in the immortal mound kept flashing in my mind.

That day in the immortal mound, Xiang Yuan had just been recognized by two spiritual weapons.

Two figures rushed to him, and without saying anything, he directly started to shatter his dantian on the spot.

He knew both of them.

The man's name is Song Mingxuan, and he is the son of Song Yangrong, the elder of the Holy Sect.

The woman's name is An Shuyao, and she is the most promising saint of the Holy Sect to become the next saint.

"Xiang Yuan, don't blame us, your parents died in the fierce land back then, and letting you die here today is also a gift to your family."

"Surely your parents will be waiting for you on the road! You can't keep them waiting too long. ”

Xiang Yuan will never forget that the eyes of those two Holy Sect disciples looking at him were arrogant, indifferent, disdainful, and regarded them as if they were mustard.

It was Song Mingxuan's words that made Xiang Yuan understand.

Could it be that the death of his parents was not an accident at all!

Only Song Yangrong, a close friend of his father, could frame them, and it was this person who stepped on the corpses of his parents and sat in the position of the elder of the Holy Sect.

That Song Mingxuan can kill himself, and it can prove this even more.

"Song Yangrong, you are really fast!"

Xiang Yuan almost gritted his teeth as he read the name.

But thinking of his broken dantian and broken meridians made Xiang Yuan feel deep powerlessness again.

Jingle bells!

Just as a tear slipped from the corner of Xiang Yuan's eyes, a crisp bell suddenly rang.

The location of this bell is very strange, it comes from Xiang Yuan's body.

With a crisp bell ringing, a spiritual rhyme emanated from Xiang Yuan's dantian position and began to swim all over his body.

In his stunned gaze, he could clearly feel that his meridians were recovering rapidly.

And the originally broken dantian has been recondensed.

Feeling the spiritual power gushing out of the dantian, Xiang Yuan found that the dantian was not only restored, but also exuded a golden luster.

On the dantian, there are a total of eight golden bells revolving around the dantian.

It was one of them that made a burst of bells.

"This is not a spiritual weapon!"

Xiang Yuan looked at the trembling golden bell and directly made such a judgment.

On the way of cultivation, whether it is exercises, martial arts, or divine weapons, the hierarchy is the same.

It is divided into five levels: spirit, yuan, saint, immortal and god.

Each grade is divided into three levels: low, intermediate, and advanced.

But only treasures above the immortal grade can be included in the dantian.

"I remember that there was still a sword, but it was a pity that it was lost in the immortal mound, and the grade should not be too low."

When the two Holy Sect disciples started to kill, it was the long sword that automatically protected the Lord and sent Xiang Yuan out of the Immortal Tomb to escape.

Although Xiang Yuan was a little regretful, he was not too disappointed, after all, the two treasures had already been recognized, and no one could urge him to move them except him.

At first, Xiang Yuan thought that these were just two spiritual weapons, and he didn't believe that those two people could be better than his eyesight.

Only an hour had passed, and Xiang Yuan's dantian and meridians had completely recovered, and he was already able to sit up from the bed.

The mind moved.

The golden bell that exuded spiritual charm fell into his hand, and the spiritual power gradually became restrained, and the golden bell returned to a rusty appearance.

"I didn't expect that I, Xiang Yuan, would be blessed by misfortune, and you actually came out with me."

As if in response, the golden bell shuddered slightly.

Xiang Yuan found that this golden bell was very spiritual.

"Holy weapons are generally hidden mysteries, at least these are immortal products, there should be one too!"

Xiang Yuan tried to enter the golden bell with his soul power, and suddenly found that the scene in front of him had changed greatly.

"Golden Spirit Realm?"

Xiang Yuan looked at the three big characters suspended above his head and read them silently.

In front of Xiang Yuan, there was a gate, and the gate had been opened at this time.

"Legend has it that the world of Qiankun is hidden in the treasures above the immortal weapon."

"There are combat skills and exercises in the Qiankun world, and I, Xiang Yuan, can be regarded as immortal in calamity, and I am blessed by misfortune."

Xiang Yuan, who was excited, walked into the door and found that it was really not small inside.

There are three rooms in the courtyard, and the three plaques on the door are very eye-catching.

"Battle Skill Pavilion, Exercise Pavilion, Soul Technique Pavilion!"

"There's even a soul skill! Among all the techniques, the soul skill is the most rare, I don't know what soul skill is stored inside? ”

Xiang Yuan was looking at the plaque of the Soul Technique Pavilion in a daze, and the door of the Exercise Pavilion next to him suddenly opened by itself.

When Xiang Yuan walked into the Exercise Pavilion, he saw a book on the bookcase in the middle of the room at a glance.

In fact, there was only one book in the room.

Xiang Yuan stepped forward quickly, and when he saw the words on the book, he exclaimed directly.

"Jindan Baolu, god-level exercises!"

"No, it's actually a god-level exercise, and this golden bell is definitely more than an immortal weapon."

There are many different paths to cultivation, but one thing has never changed.

That is, no matter the combat skills or exercises, they are controlled by the forces of the major sects.

And those that have been spread to the people have only reached the advanced level of the Yuan level at most.

Of course, there is no shortage of chance encounters, and there are cultivators who have achieved great cultivation to obtain the inheritance of the Ruined Immortal Mound, but this is only a very small number.

Xiang Yuan excitedly picked up the books on the bookcase.

The first page that catches your eye is three big characters, destined people, and there is a small seal below.

"I, Lu Xiaoyao, went to the vast flying immortal today, leaving the artifact Qiankun Bell and Xuanyang Sword here, and the person who got its approval is my Lu Xiaoyao's personal disciple."

"However, cultivating the way to conquer the heavens and the earth is not a smooth road to go against the sky, if you feel that you are struggling to move forward an inch, please return the two things and leave them to the next destined person."

After reading for a long time, his gaze became fierce little by little.

"Song Mingxuan, An Shuyao, the sky will not stop my Xiang Yuan, today I Xiang Yuan will not die, and I will make you pay for your blood debts in the coming day!"