Mount Emei is one of the four famous mountains of Chinese Buddhism and is the dojo of Fuxian Bodhisattva. After this place becomes a scenic spot, there are many tourists who come and go, and the misty red dust that follows makes the cultivators prohibitive.

Therefore, the Buddhist temple and Taoist temple of Mount Emei also followed in the footsteps of the Baiyun Temple in the capital, and became the place of the outer gate, only the outer gate of the lay monks, and there is no real cultivator.

Yan Kuan did not stop on Mount Emei, but turned left and right along the mountain, and finally entered an ancient magic circle, and came to a vast no-man's land, that is, the legendary Shu Mountain.

The peaks of Shu Mountain go straight up and down, each of them is like a long sword through the sky, standing proudly under the sky, and each mountain is full of a killing spirit.

This is the real Shu Mountain, the peaks are like sword edges, there is an earth-shattering momentum, as if to pierce the sky.

The great sage of red pine nuts left the Taoist system here, so that future generations could get their way and create a sword cultivation course, these special mountains and rivers have been destined, and Shushan will be the holy land of sword cultivation.

In this era, the Taoist system left by Chi Songzi and the sword cultivation line are very low-key, and they are not born at all on weekdays, and there is very little news of them circulating.

Yan Kuan could feel that between these dozen or so peaks, there was an aura that was not weaker than that of the Great Demon of the Ten Thousand Demon Valley, and it was thought that it was the true inheritance of Shushan Sword Cultivation.

He didn't come to apprentice this time, nor did he come to look for trouble, and he didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, so he bypassed the mountain peak with the aura of sword cultivation far away, walked more than 400 miles, and finally approached the destination, the peak of the fairy sword.

The towering mountain in his memory appeared at the end of his vision, and the fierce killing intent made his hair stand on end.

Yan Kuan's forehead showed a sword intent imprint, and his pale face approached the mountain peak step by step, and he was attacked by bursts of sword qi along the way, and his body was under a lot of pressure.

This Immortal Sword Mountain Peak is very dangerous, if you don't get the sword intent inheritance of Chi Songzi, the result will be very touching, and a great supernatural person who has been cultivating for eight hundred years and stepped into the secret realm of Sendai in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is bloody, leaving a bloody lesson for future generations.

However, what Yan Kuan has more advantages than others is that he has a heritage, and although it is quite uncomfortable to be pierced by the sword qi, he has not encountered danger along the way.

He approached this mountain and looked at it, there was no grass on it, smooth as a sword body, and the murderous aura turned into a tangible quality, cutting people's souls.

This is a sacred place, if you live here for a long time, you can withstand this sword intent, and you can indirectly obtain the Dao system of red pine nuts, which is a priceless inheritance.

The Great Sage of Red Songzi has a merciful heart, although there is a sword qi in this place, but it has turned away the killing qi, it is not destructive, otherwise it is difficult for anyone in the world to approach.

Yan Kuan climbed the peak of Xianjian Mountain, felt a kind of true meaning of swordsmanship, and quickly calmed his mind to comprehend this kind of swordsmanship.

Before he came to the Sword Lake with difficulty, the lake water was clear and transparent, emitting thousands of wisps of sword light, as if there was a peerless immortal sword buried, this is the real Immortal Sword Tianchi, and the real supreme Dao system of Chi Songzi is here.

Yan Kuan sat down in front of the lake with a solemn expression, seriously understood, meditated, and figured out the supreme sword path of Chi Songzi.

Sword cultivation, the main attack, a sword is out, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are broken, and there is nothing to stop. At a certain level, the sword is not limited to the tangible quality, every grass and tree, even a dust and sand can be a heavenly sword, and it can easily split mountains and seas.

The sword path of the red pine nut has multiplied to the peak, and the ten fierce treasures of the immortal ancient years have the same effect as the cursive sword book, a grain of dust sword can fill the sea, and a grass sword can cut down the sun, moon and stars. Across the ancient universe, it is not a problem to destroy many star fields.

Chi Songzi has evolved the method of breaking ten thousand with one weapon to the extreme, and has achieved his own sword to break ten thousand ways. Everything can be a sword, and eventually it comes together, ten swords, a hundred swords, a thousand swords, and ten thousand swords...... In the end, all that was used was the "one" sword.

A grain of dust comes to reclaim the sea, a grass cuts the sun, moon and stars, a person fights six and eight wildernesses, repairs a sword for a lifetime, and calms the troubled times. This is the way of the red pine nut, and the sword is just its form. Later generations have obtained its sword cultivation inheritance, but it is unknown how many people have obtained its gods.

Yan Kuan sat in the sword lake and pondered carefully, realized it with his heart, and let the ten thousand sword qi wash over his body.

The sword heart mark on his forehead was constantly releasing sword rays, and a trace of emperor flame swept out, Yan Kuan used his own method to comprehend the way of the sword, turned the sword into fire, took its god without being limited to the form, and summarized the thousands of completely different sword qi in his heart.

His aura gradually merged with this Immortal Sword Mountain Peak, and at a certain moment he made a decision in his heart, accompanied by a pop, the calm Sword Lake rippled with bursts of water, and it was faintly visible that there was a flash of fire in the depths of the Sword Lake.

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Three years later, at the top of the Immortal Sword Mountain, within the Immortal Sword Heavenly Pool, thousands of sword lights gathered in the water, and a trace of brilliant colored flames continued to rise.

The psychic sword pool gathered supreme sword intent, and the thunder rumbled in the lake, such an amazing vision lasted for about an hour, and after a figure suddenly rushed out from the bottom of the heavenly pool, holding a remnant sword and falling under a few pine trees on the lakeside.

"The remnant sword used by the Great Sage, good thing!"

Yan Kuan withdrew the broken bronze sword in his hand back to the wheel sea, and then swept his gaze away. Red pine nuts live a very simple life, and they only want to become immortals all their lives, and they don't care about anything else, and they don't leave anything special.

However, there are a few pine trees next to the lake, the age of the trees is unknown, like a few old dragons coiled, the sky is vigorous, stretching to the sky.

Under one of the ancient trees, there is a stone table, which is very rough, clumsy and natural, and not particular at all. It is carved out of a single rock, like a lying ox. There are three pieces of ancient jade on it, the color is dull, dusty for thousands of years, and there are bird seals engraved on it.

Yan Kuan walked to the stone table, carefully put these ancient jade into his palm, and after playing with it for a while, he put it into the sea of suffering, and then left this Immortal Sword Mountain Peak.

Yan Kuan jumped step by step, almost teleported, and quickly left the no-man's land of the deep mountains and old forests, and came to the town at the foot of Mount Emei.

Three years have passed, he has grown up a lot, his clothes are a little smaller, he found a store to change into a set of clothes that fit, he found a hotel to live in, and then dialed the homeline number.

"Hey! Son, you're coming back, I know, your mother and I are at home. ”

As soon as Yan Kuan connected the phone, his father's excited voice came into his ears, he had been away from home for a long time, and his parents missed it very much, and they chatted until late at night before they had the opportunity to hang up the phone and go to sleep. A few days later, Yan Kuan returned to the capital, and was hugged directly as soon as he entered the door.

"Woooooooooo......oo Son, three years, three years, do you know how I spent these three years! ”

Yan Kuan was a little stunned by this series of words, and after a long time, he pushed away his father, who was hugging him, and looked at his mother who had opened up the sea of bitterness next to him, and looked at his mother with tears in his eyes, and then looked at his father who had not broken through, and felt a little more sympathy in his heart.