Late at night, everyone on Qishan had their own thoughts, and no one fell asleep.

The stars overlooked the mountains and rivers, and the young Yan Longyu walked out of the bamboo house wearing a white shirt alone, sitting on the bamboo ladder in the courtyard and looking up at the night sky.

The white-clothed immortal who warned the people of the world not to be presumptuous in Fulong County has disappeared, and the young man who has been indisputable in Fulong County for fifteen years will really walk out of Fulong County and Qinzhou tomorrow to see a broader world. Yan Longyu's heart was full of excitement and confusion.

Looking blankly at the stars in the sky, this young man who is humble in front of his husband, generous in front of his brothers, gentle in front of his elders, and always likes to leave his best side to the people he cares about, feels the vastness of the world and his own insignificance.

He counted the stars in the sky, and recalled the eternal romances that Uncle Feng had told him:

Eight hundred years ago, there was an ancient sword emperor who opened the way with a sword in the army, and brought a woman into the rivers and lakes.

Seven hundred years ago, there was a killing god Pei Qi who killed 300,000 people in a pit, and the corpse mountain and sea of blood converged into a river.

Six hundred years ago, there were flower immortals who planted hundreds of flowers in the South China Sea, and one person dominated the prosperity of the world, leading the phoenix to spread its wings all the way south;

Five hundred years ago, there was a merry prime minister who faced the great trillion soldiers, and guarded the country alone with the young emperor of the Yin Dynasty in his arms, laughing to death;

Four hundred years ago, there were free people and former tourists who stood shoulder to shoulder in the world, ten battles and ten draws, and the death was not distinguished;

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In this world, almost every 100 years, there will be a legend that will remain for eternity.

The young man clenched his hands, "I, Yan Longyu, if I want to do it, I will be the most dazzling star, dispel the darkness and illuminate the eternals!" ”

Thinking about it, Yan Longyu's vision, which was originally untired, became hazy, his eyes became sour, and it seemed that the heavens and the earth were spinning. He just leaned on the bamboo ladder and fell asleep.

Yan Longyu slowly opened his eyes, but found that he was sitting cross-legged on Guanyun Peak.

It was no longer night in front of his eyes, and the bright red afterglow pierced the steaming sea of clouds at the summit and gently hit the young man's face. On the edge of the cliff in front of the peak, there was an old man dressed in white, swaying without wind, with his back to him.

Seeing all this, Yan Longyu wanted to speak, but he couldn't make a sound with his mouth open.

The old man in white turned around slowly, holding his wordless scroll with a white charm in one hand, and smiled kindly. Bai Yi stepped forward and took Yan Longyu's hand and led him to the edge of the cliff.

Yan Longyu followed quickly, until there was no way out, and one step further was the endless sea of clouds abyss.

The old man in white did not stop, continued to step forward, and stood on top of the sea of clouds. It seemed that the old man was holding his hand, Yan Longyu did not hesitate, and also stepped out and stood beside the old man.

Yan Longyu's feet were a sea of ethereal clouds, like a dream, and he found that the clouds behind them seemed to be watching the cloud peak slowly become smaller, no, it was the clouds under their feet that were moving. Yan Longyu was obviously just standing there, but the steaming sea of clouds sent the two of them to the sky.

I don't know how long it took, and then I couldn't see Guanyun Peak anymore, the young man saw the colorful clouds in the sky, saw the glow in the distance, and saw a majestic but ethereal majestic gate.

The old man in white let go of Yan Longyu's hand, took a step forward, waved his big sleeves, and threw the scroll in his hand into the air.

The wordless scroll gradually grew larger in front of Yan Longyu's eyes, slowly unfolding, and the same ethereal words faintly emerged.

The old man faced the door.

"The god list is here, the patriarchs of all factions in the world, the emperors of the past dynasties, and the scattered immortals quickly appeared to see me!" The voice of the old man in white resounded in the sky, shocking and solemn.

Yan Longyu behind him opened his mouth and his clear eyes widened.

The voice entered the heavenly realm, and the giant door in front of the young man slowly opened. There are cranes flying out of the door in pairs, and in an instant, in the giant gate, more than 100 illusory immortals flew out like swallowing clouds and spitting mist, several feet of body, lined up in front of an old man and a young man, with different expressions.

There is an emperor who looks down on the world, with great power, solemn and majestic;

There is an old man with swaying clothes, closing his eyes and concentrating, and it is none of his business;

There is a swordsman with a flying sword on his feet, with an arrogant face and no one in his eyes;

There is a woman with an elegant face, her eyes are wandering, and her smile is intoxicating;

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They looked at the two people in front of them, as small as mortals saw two ants.

The old man in white glanced away and spoke again: "The immortals are in place, this son has the luck of the northern crape myrtle, and has the ability to change the heaven and the earth. ”

The ethereal figures of the immortals outside the Heavenly Gate looked at each other, but none of them answered.

A majestic voice came from it, with provocation and disdain, "Since the Emperor Ziwei went to the world in person, why did he come to us who are short-sighted immortals to send down some shallow blessings?" ”

When the old man in white heard this, his voice was violent, and he scolded: "Presumptuous, has it been your turn to speak outside the gate today!" Don't think I don't know what you've done, I really think that if you become an immortal, you can do whatever you want! The seven of you worked together to help Na Chen's account in the lower realm, and I still remember it! It's not that it doesn't count, the time has not yet come! ”

That majestic voice came from one of the eight ancestors who ascended to immortality by merit after the death of the Great Zhaochen clan.

Another voice came out, it was an old man, "Your white-clothed celestial once set the rules of heaven and earth, and threatened not to take half a step out of Qishan, but why did you appear outside this gate of heaven today?" Hum! If you don't take the rules as rules, how can you ask us to follow them? ”

The old man in white smiled disdainfully, "It is the rule that the heavenly immortals should not interfere with the affairs of the world, and if you don't follow the rules, I will take action." If I don't follow the rules, how can you bear with me? Don't forget, I set the rules, I am the rules! ”

The words of the old man in white made the two immortals who spoke on the opposite side speechless.

Every time the immortal said a word, Yan Longyu's heart trembled once, and it seemed that the next moment, his heart was about to fly out of his body.

Outside the gate of heaven, the immortals were speechless. The old man in white forgot to look at the immortals, and his momentum was magnificent.

"Xue Huai, the ancestor of the Crying Cormorant, would you like to marry this son?"

Among the immortals, no one answered.

"Tonghuang Island Flower Shifting Immortal, would you like to be associated with this son?"

No one answered.

"The saints of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, I would like to be associated with this son!"

Still no one answered.

Above the rolling heavens, there is no immortal ancestor who dares to gamble on the future of their descendants who remain in the world to help the young Yan Longyu in front of him. The old man in white seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and looked up to the sky and laughed, "I didn't expect that this immortal who flew to the heavenly realm was just a short-sighted vulgar thing. A leaf blinds, don't know Mount Tai! ”

There were more than 100 ethereal immortals, with different expressions, some were angry and dissatisfied, some were seriously considerate, and some stood by and watched other people's jokes, but none of them were willing to send blessings to that young man.

The old man in white looked at this majestic heavenly gate, shook his head, put the "God List" in his sleeve, turned around and took Yan Longyu's hand again, and prepared to leave. None of the hundreds of immortals had a single child living thoroughly, and he was extremely disappointed in the thousands of immortals who had ascended to the heavenly realm.

The ethereal group of immortals disappeared one by one outside the Heavenly Gate, and the Heavenly Gate slowly closed again.

"The white-clothed heavenly man stays, the eternal sword emperor Xu Yanchen, is now just a wisp of remnant soul between heaven and earth, if you don't dislike it, I am willing to be this son of good fortune!"

At this moment, a golden aura condensed between heaven and earth, surrounding Yan Longyu and enveloping Yan Longyu in it.

The old man in white stopped holding Yan Longyu, who was already shocked, and blurted out: "Eternal Sword Emperor Xu Yanchen, Xu Yanchen, Yan Xichen, hehe, you really have some fate." ”

The voice of Zhongzheng Haoran came out again from the golden rhyme surrounding Yan Longyu, "Eight hundred years ago, I failed all living beings in the world for my beloved, and after eight hundred years, I will help this son sit firmly in the world, and it can be regarded as giving an explanation to all living beings in the world!" Xu has three souls and six spirits in the three souls and seven spirits into the reincarnation, and today there is only this one soul left, and it will be handed over to the heavens to deal with! ”

"For Ziwei, I have thanked the Sword Emperor of the Ages."

The old man in white nodded, then raised his hand and pointed at it, and with a wave of his big sleeves, the golden rhyme penetrated into Yan Longyu's seven orifices.

Yan Longyu only felt a warm current in his qi, which slowly filled his body, his body was comfortable and confused, and finally fell into a coma.

When Yan Longyu opened his eyes again, he found that he was sleeping on his bed. It was already dawn, and everything last night seemed like a dream, but it was very real.

He couldn't tell if it was reality or a dream for a while, and he got up and moved his body, but it was not abnormal.

"I am Xu Yanchen, the Emperor of the Eternal Sword!" The words seemed to flash in his ears.

Just as Yan Longyu was standing on the bed and still wondering, a slap slapped his ass hard, and there was a hot pain.

This is not a dream.

He saw Hua Fengju re-pick up the Biluo long sword that had been hanging on the wall for fifteen years.

"Boy, didn't you say yesterday that you were going to Xishu? What, scared? Don't dare to go out of the mountain today? ”

"Uncle Feng, did you see the white-clothed immortal last night?"

"Oh, you're sleepy, you can really do it, I'm afraid you saw it in a dream! It's been sleeping since yesterday afternoon, hurry up and get dressed! Everything has been arranged, Mr. Qin and Dugu Boy are still waiting for you outside. ”

"Oh......"

Yan Longyu breathed a long sigh of relief, it turned out that everything last night was really just a dream!

In fact, it is indeed a dream, but it is not him Yan Longyu who dreamed, but Hua Fengju, Qin Ruoyang, Dugu Haodang and the servant Lao He.

The Sword Emperor of the Ages has entered his dream of Yan Longyu!