Ten days later.

Yin Sha, Sandao, Xiahou Ying and others all returned to the tribulation period without exception, and only one person had an accident, Lao Xiang.

He did not return to the Mahayana period as he wished, and every monk only had the opportunity to take Po Erdan once in his life, and then he took it again, but there was no effect.

In fact, this is also a normal situation, after all, Po Erdan does not 100% help the monk return to the realm before the slashing realm.

It only increases the chances of returning.

What's more, the quality of the Yin Sha Refining Broken Erdan is a little worse, but there are no absolutes, and taking the Broken Erdan does not work, it does not mean that there is no chance at all in this life, as long as you can get enough opportunities to create, then all this is not impossible.

However, after learning that he was the only one and did not return to the tribulation period, Lao Xiang's heart was still somewhat disappointed.

After all, there are many crises in the Netherworld Cliff, and he doesn't know how long he can survive.

Maybe he died before he could return to the Tribulation Period.

"Lao Xiang, there's nothing to be sad about, in a place like Netherworld Cliff, which is full of chances, maybe when will we reap the opportunity creation?"

Yin Sha opened his mouth to comfort.

"Yes! Let's continue to go deeper, we have already lost a lot of time on the way to refining the Broken Erdan."

In the blink of an eye, four months have passed.

Yang Feng and his entourage also officially embarked on the journey of the Netherworld Cliff.

There was a tree, a towering tree with lush foliage, and there was a hole in the tree.

This tree is thicker than a house, and Yang Feng can only be regarded as a speck of dust in front of this tree.

Unremarkable.

"This tree, so strange, gives people the feeling that it goes down to the netherworld and up to the nine heavens."

"Behold, there are footprints in this tree."

Xia Houying's exclamation attracted everyone's attention.

Is there a man living in this tree?

It's the information that comes to everyone's mind.

Soon they noticed that there was a hole in the tree, more than one, to be exact.

The tree blocked their way to explore the Netherworld.

"Let's go up."

Yang Feng walked in front, after cultivating ten days ago, his cultivation went further, and the first incarnation was also completely perfected, and he had 100% of the cultivation combat power of the main body.

The tree is strange and has a sidewalk.

When Yang Feng came up, he just felt that his body had become very light, as if he was being held up by something.

It wasn't until he got up the tree that he realized that he had transformed into a mortal.

He was not the only one who was stunned, Ye Kunlun, Xiahou Ying, Yin Sha and others, all in an instant, the cultivation of the tribulation period was completely dissolved.

Reduced to a true mortal.

"Is this tree the devil?"

This tree, looking up at the end, there is no end at all, it seems to really penetrate the nine heavens.

Even the leaves can only be looked up.

Soon, a tree hole appeared in front of Yang Feng and the others, and the tree hole isolated all opportunities, and this time even the barren eyes that had always been invincible were invalid.

"Brother Yang, we don't have the Tribulation Period cultivation now, if we continue to go deeper, I'm afraid we will definitely die!"

"Afraid of what? The great husband is inherently dead, or lighter than a feather, or heavier than Mount Tai."

Yang Feng was arrogant, he knew, from the time they entered the Netherworld Cliff.

There is no choice, maybe the tree hole in front of them is just a test for them.

Yang Feng, who has experienced the experience of red dust and gone through many hardships, knows that if you want to become stronger, you can't be complacent, you can't be timid, you can only move forward.

Tree holes.

"Brother Yang Feng is right!"

"When we enter the Netherworld Cliff, there are only two results, either become immortals or die!"

"It's done!"

After Yang Feng took the lead into the tree hole, everyone was all,

Pass through the barrier of the tree hole and enter the "Bodhi Realm".

In the realm of mortals, there is no flying to the heavens and the earth, nor burning the sky to boil, moving mountains and reclaiming the sea.

Some are just a few taels of broken silver, and the parents are short.

Entering the Bodhi realm, Yang Feng maintained a clear consciousness, but he found that his body was constantly shrinking.

Finally, in a chaotic world.

He could hear the voices outside, and he had the original consciousness, but he couldn't even open his mouth to speak.

He became, someone else's womb in the womb.

"Jin Niang, what should you name our children in the future?"

"Huh? I think it's called Yang An, it's safe and sound."

Yang Feng in the belly secretly criticized, have you asked my opinion?

Change it again, it's too earthy.

"Good! My Yang family is still peaceful in the world, don't you just hope that future generations can also live a peaceful life?"

Pregnant for 10 months.

On this day, Yang Feng was born.

Unfortunately, the previous tranquility was also shattered on this day.

The Yang Mansion was surrounded by the Imperial Forest Army, saying that as long as Yang Zhong handed over his son Yang An, hundreds of people in the Yang Mansion would be spared.

Yang Zhong, who heard this, was furious, he had already given up his military power, disarmed and returned to the field, why did the current saint refuse to let him go, and take away his flesh and blood.

Yang Feng, who was in swaddling clothes, was even more angry, he came to this world for no reason, even if he was born, he was going to die, what is the reason?

Wow!

Wow!

Yang Feng couldn't control his emotions, instinctively cried, and even urinated.

He has the consciousness of an adult, but this body is only the body of a baby, and it is not yet fully developed.

"Oh, An'er doesn't cry, there is a mother."

"Jin Niang, I will lead the people in the house to resist the Royal Forest Army, and you leave with An'er."

"Zhong, I'm with you."

"Jin Niang, An'er is still so young, we can't be so selfish, listen to me, I will take the people from the house to resist the Royal Forest Army in a while, you take the box, and An'er, leave from the secret passage, the farther the better, never come back."

Yang Zhong glanced at the child in Jin Niang's arms and went out with a sword.

On this day, the Yang Mansion was full of corpses.

Great Xia Dynasty.

Longmen Town, Ximen Village.

"Mother."

At this time, Yang An has grown to ten years old, and because of the consciousness of Yang Feng as an adult, Yang An has behaved almost as a prodigy over the years.

Of course, he never flirted in front of anyone else.

Do only one thing a day and practice swordsmanship.

Yang Feng was already obsessed with swordsmanship, and he never thought that he would come to such a world through that tree hole.

It's just a mortal kingdom.

The originally peaceful world, the saint of the Great Xia Dynasty, for his own selfishness, made the people complain, and the people were not happy.

And Yang Zhong, that is, Yang Feng's father, helped the saint of the Great Xia Dynasty, and after pacifying the world, he was raided on trumped-up charges because of his high merits.

Only Yang Feng's mother, Su Jin, fled with Yang Feng.

Come, on the border of the Great Xia Dynasty, a border town.

In the Great Xia Dynasty, sword training was prevalent, and in the Great Xia Dynasty, there were also ten sword gods.

One of these ten sword gods is Yang Feng's father, Yang Zhong.

Sun Sword.

However, it is rumored that the whereabouts of this sword were not found in the bloodbath of the Yang Mansion that day.

The saint of the Great Xia Dynasty, surnamed Jiang, is named Tian.

He vainly tried to hold the ten sharpest swords of the Great Xia Dynasty in his hands, so as to ensure that his holy throne could be secured.

In Ximen Village, in front of a thatched house, Yang Feng held a wooden sword and stabbed the straw to the ground with a sword.

In this world, without aura and vitality, it is destined to be impossible to practice, and the only thing Yang Feng can do is to comprehend the sword.

Sword Intent, Sword Heart, Sword Spirit, Sword Spirit, Sword Ao, Ultimate Sword.

can't be cultivated, every move and every style is just a killing technique, and the so-called swordsmanship is just a split, pick, and stab......

Day after day, year after year.

This year, Yang Feng is eighteen.

"An'er, you come into the house, my mother has something to tell you."

Su Jin's slightly vicissitudes of life voice sounded.

Yang Feng carried a wooden sword into the house.

On the table, there was a black box, this box Yang Feng had the impression that it was his dead father, and before leaving, what was in it that his mother had brought with him?

Yang Feng hasn't seen this box since then.

"An'er, do you know what's in here?"

Su Jin looked at Yang Feng and asked.

"The child doesn't know!"

Yang Feng shook his head, he really didn't know what was inside.

"Open it and take a look!"

Su Jin asked Yang Feng to open it, but Yang Feng didn't grind, he opened the top cover on the box.

Inside the box, there was a sword, a rusty sword.

The length of the sword is two feet eight inches, and the width of the sword is three inches.

"Stretch out your hand."

Su Jin suddenly said to Yang Feng.

Yang Feng didn't think much about it, so he did as Su Jin said.

Su Jin took out a dagger and slashed it on Yang Feng's palm.

Then he put Yang Feng's bleeding palm on the rusty sword.

The body of the sword is shiny and exudes a dazzling luster.

Yang Feng could even feel a scorching aura.

The original rust of the sword body quickly fell off, and what appeared in front of Yang Feng's eyes was a sword.

Looking at this sword, Yang Feng had a sense of déjà vu.

"An'er, this is your father's Burning Sun Sword, my mother has let you practice swords all these years, do you hate my mother?"

"Mother, the lives of hundreds of people in my Yang family are all caused by me alone, how dare the child blame his mother?"

Yang Feng was also telling the truth, but when it fell into Su Jin's heart, her nose was sour, and she held Yang Feng in her arms.

Yang Feng's performance since childhood, she was very pleased, the other children in the village went to private school, he stayed at home and practiced swords against the stake every day, and he didn't cry.

"An'er, from today onwards, you will take this sword and go to your uncle, the head of the Burning Sun Sect, they will teach you the Burning Sun Sword Technique, and then you will be able to avenge your father."

Su Jin held Yang Feng's hand and said.

"Mother, take care! Son, never disappoint your mother's expectations."

"Silly boy, my mother has been waiting for me for fifteen years, and it's not bad for these two days, my mother will help you prepare some things for your journey."

Two days later, Yang Feng set off.

He also finally understood why this Burning Sun Sword gave him a sense of déjà vu, it turned out that this Burning Sun Sword was a fragment of the Zhuxian Sword.

This made Yang Feng have crooked thoughts about the other nine swords, he wanted to leave this world, and it was estimated that in the end, he would have to rely on the fragments of this Immortal Sword.

Yang Feng took out his mother Sujin and prepared a map for him.

Left Ximen Village.

Growing so big, Yang Feng was the first to leave home, from Ximen Village to the Lieyang Sect, a full three hundred miles.

This distance alone makes many people sigh with admiration, especially in ancient times when transportation was inconvenient, and it would take several years to walk.

Three years later.

Yang Feng walked to the Lieyang Sect, and now the Lieyang Sect has disappeared because of Yang Zhong's incident.

When Yang Feng walked here, all he saw was the former site of the Burning Sun Sect.

"It seems that this trip was in vain."

Yang Feng carried the black box on his back, and after taking a look at the dilapidated Sun Sect, he knew that it must be because of his cheap father who was implicated.

The dilapidated address, Yang Feng noticed, there was still a rare human population inside.

Stepping through the door, I felt a sense of murderous intent.

"Don't move!"

As soon as Yang Feng wanted to turn around, he was put behind his back with a sword.

"Say, are you a lackey of the dynasty?"

"No, I just came here to visit the Sun Sect."

"Oh, even the Sun Sect knows, and you dare to say that you're not a lackey?"

The person who was holding the sword against Yang Feng behind his back strengthened his tone.

"Misunderstanding, I'm really here to visit the Sun Sect, if I am offended, then I will say goodbye."

Yang Feng was about to slip away, but the person behind him was full of murderous energy, and he must be someone who had been on the battlefield.

Although he Yang Feng has a body of swordsmanship, he still lacks actual combat.

"What's in your box?"

The person behind his back with a sword against Yang Feng's waist raised his voice.

"Some food and drink."

Yang said without changing his color.

The man obviously didn't believe what Yang Feng said, and picked it with his sword.

The black box behind Yang Feng fell to the ground, and some clothes and trivial silver fell out.

"Now believe it, right?"

Yang Feng was about to squat down and pick it up.

"Don't move!"

"Is there anything else?"

Yang Feng frowned and asked.

"You're a lot like a person."

Could it be that this person is staying here and waiting for the rabbit?

Yang Feng was uneasy.

"Like whom?"

"Sun Sword God!"

"Uh, maybe you're wrong, right? I'm just a rural villager, and I don't know any Sun Sword God."

As for who the Burning Sun Sword God is, Yang Feng naturally knows, it is his cheap father.

However, before he found out the bottom of this person, Yang Feng didn't dare to admit it.

"What's your name?"

"Zhu Chongba!"

Yang Feng hurriedly made a nonsense, and then fooled the past first.

"Okay, you can get out, remember that this is Lao Tzu's territory."

The rough voice fell, followed by a kick on Yang Feng's back.

Thump!

Yang Feng lay on the ground.

"This person is unpredictable, and listening to his tone, it seems that he has a deep hatred with the people of the Great Xia Dynasty."

Preliminary judgment, Yang Feng decided to find a place to live nearby, waiting for the opportunity.

The Lieyang Sect is surrounded by mountains and forests, and Yang Feng found a place that is not too remote to live.

There is a babbling stream at the bottom of the mountain, and there are occasional animals infested with it.

With his swordsmanship, he didn't starve to death.

After living here for more than ten days, he stepped into the Sun Sect more than once, but without exception, he was beaten out by an old man.

During this period, he also tested the other party's swordsmanship, and found that there were really people who could disassemble every move and style of swordsmanship.

Until this day.

A cavalry broke the tranquility of the old site of the scorching sun.

Yang Feng saw with his own eyes that this cavalry entered the Burning Sun Sect.

In the end, all I heard was shouts of killing, and finally everything fell silent again.