As Shen Yu's words fell, Jing Qingjian no longer had any emotions.

The man in the green shirt and sword looked faintly at the figure in the distance like a god of heaven and earth, and there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

With the help of the power of heaven and earth in Fuyao Mountain, the sword god of the past was able to control the Fuyao Sword and unleash a peerless sword that crushed everything.

Three thousand years ago. Taixuan Zhenren has an immortal artifact Qingxuan that is superior to the entire spiritual wilderness.

Three thousand years later, Shen Yu only had one innate sword that had barely given birth to a machine spirit.

With his current realm cultivation, Shen Yu had no way to resist the old man at all, if it weren't for Li Qinglian who lent the academy's supreme treasure Haoran sword, but the previous sword couldn't resist it.

And now the nameless old man doesn't seem to be willing to test the sword, just from the remnant sword that is constantly accumulating aura.

The power of the next sword will inevitably make this place like a change of heaven.

No one could escape in front of the sword cultivator who fused heaven and earth.

Moreover, Shen Yu did not intend to escape, whether it was the reincarnation of Taixuan Zhenren or Shen Yu in this life, he never thought of escaping in front of an opponent who had been defeated by his sword.

Shen Yu is a proud person.

"Back then, I was able to cut off the sword in your hand, even after three thousand years, I am still me, and you will always be only the third in the world's sword path."

As the indifferent voice sounded, Shen Yu's eyes burned with a strange light, and the entire Fuyao Mountain Peak began to twist and rotate in an instant.

As if being pulled into a time and space, Shen Yu stepped out, and his cyan figure disappeared on the top of the mountain.

The next moment.

A deep hole appeared in the place where Shen Yu disappeared.

The entrance to the cave was deep and dark, full of the vicissitudes of eternity, and then continued to expand along the top of the mountain, until finally, the edge of the black hole had touched the old man's feet.

The nameless old man's pupils shrank, and his originally expressionless face was a little more stunned.

The old man was not allowed to stay, and an unrivaled suction force was emitted from the black hole, and the old man was sucked into it along with the stone seat under his knee.

Time passes.

Three thousand years have passed, and the old man has seen his knife-like face gradually younger, old, middle-aged, and juvenile.....

The past of the old man's life swept through his eyes like a cloud of smoke.

"It's been a long time." The old man looked at the flashing scenes in front of him and muttered.

No matter how long the journey is, there will be an end to it, and the light was fixed at the moment when the old man was most proud of his life, and he saw a light in the darkness not far away.

Incomparably brilliant light.

In the light, there was a figure in a green shirt with his back to the old man.

The sword god's eyes, who had once again felt the peak power of the past, suddenly widened, and a strong and battle-ready voice came out of his mouth.

"Taixuan !!"

A roar like a dragon's roar resounded throughout the dark place.

The cyan figure in the light slowly turned around.

The man's tall and majestic body stretched infinitely in the light, as if returning from some unknown place that was being explored.

The first thing that caught the old man's eye was the sword light that he had never seen before.

A sword spanning three thousand years from an unknown land.

The body of the sword is wooden.

Although weak, it was like the most powerful sword in the world's hand in that person's hand.

The figure of the green shirt made a random sword.

The nameless old man's pupils suddenly constricted, his eyes were full of disbelief, and the old man felt the whole heaven and earth, the whole spiritual desolation at this moment.

Even if all the cultivators gathered, they couldn't resist this sword.

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The wind began to blow on the top of the mountain.

As the remnants of snow fell from the sky, the top of the top three mountain ranges in this Dongzu Prefecture, which is vast and rich in aura, revealed its true face.

The top of the snow-capped mountain that pierced through the sea of clouds was cut off at this moment.

The disconnected side was like being slashed straight by a sword.

Across the sea of clouds, on the side of the cliff, an old man in coarse linen clothes sat cross-legged with a smile of relief on his lips with a calm expression.

Not far from the old man.

The young man in green shirt from the Dao Sect was pale, and a trace of red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, even though his spiritual power had been exhausted at this moment, the man's back was still straight, and the hand holding the sword did not tremble at all.

Shen Yu endured the sharp pain in his internal organs, and said calmly, "It turns out that you have been borrowing my sword from beginning to end."

Without the slightest logical words, the old man slowly opened his eyes, then moved his legs cross-legged, and counted his breaths.

There was a deafening sound of collapse from the ruined Fuyao Mountain, as if a mountain rock that had been connected for a long time was torn apart by a huge force.

The old man's legs, which had been integrated with the ground of Fuyao Mountain for three thousand years, actually showed a slight crack.

Crash!

It's like a broken lens.

More cracks spread from the old man's feet in all directions.

At this moment, the old man's face was full of relief, and there were many complicated emotions.

He glanced at the man in green shirt in front of him, and said guiltily, "I owe you this sword."

Shen Yu didn't speak.

The cause and effect of this sword is too great, in order to cut off the connection between the old man and heaven and earth, Shen Yu did not hesitate to enter the long river of time again and found the Taixuan real person three thousand years ago.

Then, with the help of that man's sword, the old man was cut off from Fuyao Mountain.

Last time, Shen Yu borrowed the sword of Taixuan Zhenren, causing his body to fall into a boundless space-time rift, and he almost couldn't return to the Spirit Wilderness, and finally relied on destruction to cultivate in the academy's Yujing Mountain, barely counteracting the power of cause and effect.

This time, even though Shen Yu's realm had already stepped into the Divine Journey Realm, the power of the borrowed sword was far greater than before.

The power of cause and effect is even greater.

At this moment, Shen Yu's whole body began to wrap around black qi like dark chains, and each black qi shuttled from his thick body.

As the black qi swirled, Shen Yu's body began to age to a degree that was visible to the naked eye.

The originally delicate face turned into a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties at this moment, and mottled wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes that were originally smooth.

The years passed.

The power of cause and effect was devouring his life.

Shen Yu turned a blind eye to the changes in front of him, as if all of this was inconsequential, he asked calmly, "This game, you have been planning for three thousand years, how did you know that I would be reincarnated here?"

The moment the old man's knees broke free from the shackles and cut off the connection between heaven and earth, Shen Yu knew the game set up by this former old friend.

"You conspired with the Land of Thousand Rivers, and I don't know how to avoid the prying eyes of the Heavenly Dao, so that Li Qinglian was able to resurrect from the Nine Shadows Ruins."

Shen Yu didn't feel angry because he was calculated, because this kind of emotion had rarely appeared three thousand years ago, and he casually recalled the broken Jingqing Sword to his side, Shen Yu continued: "It's just that I want to know, why even people like you would give up their own way to cooperate with the Land of Thousand Rivers, what kind of people are they?"

Three thousand years ago, the third old man in the way of the sword, one of the few great cultivators of the Extreme Realm in the Spirit Desolation, was almost one step away from stepping into the powerhouse of the Immortal Immortal Realm.

What else is possible for such a person to be willingly taken advantage of.

The so-called severing the connection between heaven and earth is not very important in Shen Yu's opinion.

The old man, who was at odds with heaven and earth, was silent for a moment, and then said, "The road you have opened up is not far away, even if we spend our lives in our lives, we will not be able to reach the end."

The old man's knife-like face was a little lonely, and he sighed deeply and said: "Taixuan, give up, the so-called immortal fairyland does not exist, otherwise why has no one left here since the era where you and I lived, even if it was broken, it couldn't be done, you couldn't do it back then, Luo Hou couldn't do it, and I couldn't do it."

Shen Yu was indifferent

looked at this old man who had aged a lot all of a sudden, even if he was free from the shackles of heaven and earth, but what followed was the rejection of heaven and earth.

For countless years, these great cultivators who have reached the peak of their cultivation will encounter them, either merging with this heaven and earth, or enduring the rejection of heaven and earth.

The aura that filled the entire heaven and earth was like poison, and it could not absorb it at all.

Shen Yu was silent for a while, and said seriously, "The Tao is different! You and I are strangers."

The old man seemed to understand Shen Yu's words, and did not respond, but slowly rose from his body A dark breath emerged, and as this breath merged into his majestic body, he who was originally incompatible with this heaven and earth was like a wandering god in an instant, looking for a crack between heaven and earth at any time.

Shen Yu looked at the scene in front of him indifferently, and said calmly, "This is what you got in exchange for cooperating with the Land of Thousand Rivers? Do you know that the cracks between heaven and earth cannot last forever, and if they also flow through the ages, your life will still pass."

The old man nodded, in his opinion, everything Shen Yu said was not important, as long as he could break free from the shackles of the Heavenly Dao and regain this body, then he would have the hope of immortality again.

The old man looked around with satisfaction and said with a smile, "Only by giving me time, I can always find the path of immortality."

Shen Yu tugged at the corners of his mouth and sneered slightly, "You couldn't do it three thousand years ago, and after such a long time, you don't have this ability."

Shen Yu paused, a playful smile appeared on his face, and then said, "Besides, ......

"Do you think that the people of this era are inferior to you?"

When the old man heard this, his cloudy pupils suddenly constricted, and then, a majestic aura appeared in the rift in the space-time where he was.

A black chain silently appeared beside him.

The old man's face changed greatly, and he shouted angrily, "Nine Shadows!?

The dead silence trapped him in an instant, and at the other end of the chain, a young man with a handsome face appeared.

The young man's eyes exuded a strange bright red, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, like Shura appearing in the Nine Shadows.

"Old immortal, I thought you had lived for three thousand years, and the more things you saw, your brain would be more alive, but I didn't expect to go back more and more as you live."

The tone full of mockery made the old man who was entangled in the black rope look hideous.

No one could have imagined that the nameless old man who had been calculating for 3,000 years would be calculated by others at the last moment.

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