Shen Yu had already determined that Zhang Xujing and himself were also chased by that person because of something.

As for the owner of that gun, Shen Yu had already speculated that three thousand years ago, the only person who had the ability to shield the deduction of Taixuan Zhenren and lay out it was the hall master on the Sky Mountain, and it was the hall master who was one with the Heavenly Dao.

A large part of what Shen Yu has done over the years is to determine what kind of existence that hall master is now.

Because he's too strong.

First of all, the academy must know the identity of the hall master of the Firmament Mountain Temple, and the dean had also been there once, and after that, it was rare to know the news of the dean.

Dao Yan Zhenren also went to the same place, and after he fought with the hall master, he chose to agree to a hundred-year covenant with Song Nu in the Blue Emperor City.

The strongest cultivators in the world have all been to the Firmament Mountain, and then they each have different choices.

Shen Yu knew that with his current realm, he would not be able to reach the top of the Sky Mountain at all.

Therefore, he chose to forbear, and first figured out the origin of the three immortal treasures.

It's a pity that many things have changed now, Qingxuan Sword was born first, Zhang Xujing fell, and then Lingyin Temple instigated the Blood Sea to invade the Spirit Wilderness.

The storm will come again.

In the past, Shen Yu wouldn't be too worried, but now, he was too weak.

He looked into his hands and was silent for a long time.

The slender fingers have an inexplicable power.

Like a bewitching flower, it has an intoxicating and dreamy atmosphere.

Cultivators yearn for the extreme, so many of the younger generation disciples of the Taoist Sect are extremely handsome, and the women are even more peerless.

Because this is in line with the contours of the innate Dao body.

And Shen Yu is just very delicate, but that face makes it impossible for anyone to find a single flaw, like a perfect sculpture.

His hands were like warm jade, but now they were a little crooked, a little messy, and not slender enough.

After recuperating in the Sword Peak for half a year, the situation was only slightly better, and at this rate, he wanted to completely repair the damage to his body, but he was afraid that it would take hundreds of years.

Shen Yu's face showed an unprecedented look of depression, which was a rare emotion.

Of course, he had very little emotion.

In other words, those monks of Lingyin Temple slashed most of them with a single sword, where would they be like now, bound by the guy who should have died thousands of years ago.

He remembered the few spiritual treasures on the Treasure Cliff and asked, "After you, who else has obtained the flying sword of the Treasure Cliff?"

Yang Liu said, "No."

Shen Yu was silent for a while and said, "Let's go."

The Yuan Temple is not in Feilai Peak, but in a remote lonely peak, very cold, most of the peaks are cold-resistant pine trees, it doesn't look very good, mainly because it is too monotonous, and after watching it for a long time, it will always be a little tired.

Shen Yu and Yang Liu stood at the foot of the peak, and they could already feel the cold wind coming from in front of them.

The Yuan Temple is the most solemn place among the four halls, and it is strictly forbidden for ordinary disciples to enter and leave at will.

However, the identities of the two are not ordinary disciples.

Yang Liu thought about the rules of this place and said, "Do you want to talk to Dao Fan Master?"

Dao Fan is in charge of the affairs of the Yuan God Temple, and he is also very close to the two of them, and if he wants to enter here, he can just say a word.

"You don't have to look for him."

Shen Yu walked towards the peak with the willows, and instead of following the mountain road, he walked directly into the pine forest.

A cold wind blew the branches, and the shadows were heavy. He was indeed familiar with this place, and there were no roads, and there were thick pine needles as far as the eye could see, but he could easily find his way, and soon came to a cliff on the top of the mountain, and found a cave.

The temperature here is even colder than under the peak, and if you are not a cultivator, you will need heavy clothes to withstand the cold.

Yang Liu followed him into the cave and found that there was nothing in it, and it should have been abandoned for many years.

There was a stone wall in the deepest part of the cave, and she reached out and touched it

Now there are bursts of water vapor on the surface, which is extremely cold, and Yang Liu was surprised to find that this cold wall is actually made of 10,000-year-old cold jade.

There was a prohibition attached to the stone wall, and Shen Yu waved her hand to remove it, and continued to walk inside, through several narrow stone crevices, and into a dark passage.

The deeper you go through the passage, the lower the temperature and the colder it gets, and the frost that condenses on the stone walls gets thicker and thicker.

I don't know how long it took, but the passage finally came to an end, and it was a cliff.

In front of the cliff was an abyss, or a large hole leading to the ground, and a heavenly light fell from a great height, illuminating the bottom of the cave.

A huge lid like a mountain lies quietly at the bottom of the cave.

The sky lit up, and they were greeted by a young man in a gray robe, with two slightly unobtrusive beards at the corners of his mouth, and a huge pot lid behind him.

Shen Yu floated down with the willows.

The boy's eyes widened, full of excitement and a hint of relief that had not been seen for a long time.

"She's the Flying Peak, and she's a white sting."

Shen Yu introduced them.

The boy sighed, and he thought he had seen it.

Yang Liu saluted seriously.

Bai Yu first opened his mouth to greet Shen Yu, but seemed to think of something again, and hurriedly covered his mouth, his eyes rolling slightly.

Shen Yu glanced at him, turned around and walked towards the Dao Prison.

It's also very cold in the prison, and the air is very dry.

The aura that emanated from the cells on both sides of the passage was terrifying.

Some of these prisoners are terrifying demons, some are demons of the Demon Domain, and some are evil cultivators whose hands are stained with blood.

With Yang Liu's temperament, she should be very curious about the stories of these prisoners, and maybe she would like to find a chance to come over and try her sword, but today she didn't know why, she didn't even look at those cells.

"What is locked up in this cell is the sword furnace of the junior disciple of the Void True Man, you should be called Senior Uncle Ancestor."

Shen Yu found that Yang Liu did not react, turned his head to look, and found that she was thinking about something.

"What's wrong?"

"No...... I just suddenly wondered if that guy looked like a turtle."

Yang Liu came to his senses, looked at him and asked seriously.

Shen Yu thought for a moment and said, "It was originally a turtle."

Yang Liu sighed, and then said in disbelief, "Shen Yu, are you saying that in the most mysterious Dao Prison of the Dao Sect, the one in charge of guarding is a turtle?"

Shen Yu thought for a moment and replied seriously, "Yes, to be exact, a little turtle that has lived for 1,500 years."

"Fifteen hundred years, or a little turtle? Then it won't live longer than the spirit carp in Feilai Peak, or I'll take it to Feilai Peak to raise it."

Yang Liu said, "There are cats, fish, turtles, and an old yellow dog, and it is much more lively when it comes to the peak."

"Why do you have such thoughts?"

"A flash of inspiration."

"And."

"I've heard that drinking Wang Ba soup can lead to a long life."

…

The two of them talked casually and came to a hall in the depths of the Dao Prison.

The floor of the hall is paved with bluestone, and there are lights around it, which is much brighter and warmer than other places in the prison.

To the right, there is a passage to the right, illuminated by the lamp, leading to the depths, and at the end of the cell is a cell.

The passage and the outside of the room were filled with extremely dense sword qi.

Feeling those qi machines, Yang Liu's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously glanced at him.

"That guy didn't learn the essence, but he liked to scribble everywhere."

Shen Yu led her to the room at the end of the passage.

When he came here a few years ago, he only glanced at the room and didn't go there.

Because he didn't want to look at the picture in that room.

Since it was Zhang Xujing's Origin Sword Qi, it naturally unraveled on its own as he stepped in.

It didn't take long

, he and Yang Liu walked to the front of the house, pushed the door in.

The room was very well furnished, with a stone bed, a table, all kinds of daily utensils, a spiritual spring that attracted it, and even a few flying swords that shimmered with sword light.

There is only one such room in the Prison.

Yang Liu looked at the white bones on the bed and had already guessed who had been imprisoned here.

It's just that the patriarch has been dead for 3,000 years, why do there still exist white bones?

Shen Yu walked to the bed and found that the white skeleton seemed to have some mutilations.

"I see."

In the entire Dao Sect, he and Zhang Xujing have the deepest understanding of swordsmanship.

Shen Yu looked at the white bone quietly, as if he had seen a lot of pictures.

In this isolated room, Zhang Xujing practiced silently, constantly tempering his physical body with the sword qi accumulated over countless years, or in other words, using those flying swords to hurt himself, so as to alleviate the pain in his heart.

Then, for countless years, his physical body had been battered by the sword qi.

How much pain the body can endure means how much pain that person is suffering in his heart back then.

All this pain, now that I think about it, has turned into hatred.

Yang Liu couldn't understand the meaning in front of him, but he saw a hint of gloom in Shen Yu's eyes.

It's more of a speculation about the identity of this white bone, whether it is the ancestor of the Creation Sect, or a senior sword cultivator who is sitting here.

But Shen Yu seemed to know, but Yang Liu knew that there were some things she shouldn't ask, so she chose to be silent.

Back to Feilai Peak.

Shen Yu saw Su Mo standing in front of the bamboo forest, looking at him with a smile.

Thinking that this gentle man like jade had done something, Shen Yu also showed a smile for the first time, waved his hand, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, long time no see."

The woman on the other side was also smiling.

The sky of Feilai Peak instantly became bright, and a faint breeze blew in, blowing the placket of the three people's clothes.

The most casual senior brothers of the younger generation of the Taoist Sect gathered again in this way.

Su Mo looked at the restrained man in front of him, and sincerely admired: "Little junior brother's cultivation has gone further, maybe the position of the Lingyun list, you should have advanced one more."

Shen Yu said lightly, "No, two."

Su Mo thought for a while, and then sighed and said, "It turns out that you are already the number one in the world among the younger generation."