The Xuanmen sword species is the heavenly opportunity to seize the thirteen sword tablets in the capital, and the luck is strong, and the different species are kings.

Among the eight gates of Xuantian, Xuanmen is one of the first four gates, and its strength is strong enough to compete with Tianmen.

Back then, Xuanmen consumed the resources of ghosts and gods, and only then did they create three sword types, which were strange in weather and shocking in turmoil, and became the first of the eight gates of Xuantian in one fell swoop.

Such a secret story, Li Mo was far away in Luofu Mountain, and he had never heard of it at all.

Even in the [Wangtian Tower], only those top-ranked Mountain Sect disciples had heard of it.

After all, the height is not the same, and the information you can access is also different.

His Majesty Shenzong once said that the division of classes starts with poor information...... Resources, national focus, military, etc., the top level of the building always holds the most complete information, and it decreases downward.

"Have you heard?" Li Mo couldn't help but look at Ji Shi.

"Xuantian Sword Seed ......" Ji Shi's face was slightly gloomy, and there was a touch of remembrance in his originally merry eyebrows.

"Of course I did...... Ten years ago, in order to comprehend the mystery of the Thirteen Sword Tablets, Xuanmen rebelled against the creation, but many people died, and so many lives could only be trained to produce three sword types...... "Ji Shi said.

"The birth of those three people carries the life and death of too many people, they are born of different species, their fate is ominous, and they have a very high status in the Xuanmen, and they are almost cultivated as successors." Ji Shi said in a deep voice.

The Xuanmen Sword Species is the core disciple of the Xuantian Pavilion, with a lofty status and never easy to show others.

Even among the high-level members of the Xuantian Pavilion, there were not many people who really knew their identities.

"A lot of people died?" Li Mo asked subconsciously.

When Ji Shi heard this, he nodded: "That accident can only be compared to the fire eighteen years ago. ”

"Fire?"

"The old people in the capital all know that eighteen years ago, the fire shone on the capital, and half of the capital was burned clean and died in that catastrophe...... According to the data released by the imperial court, there were 3,000 people...... In fact, you can't add more than zeros. Master Ji whispered.

In September, the fire burned the Jingshi, and there are very few records of such a big thing that can be found now, but as long as the old people in the capital will not forget the scene of that day, the fire burned for two days and two nights, and the night sky was dyed red.

A large number of bodies are transported out every day.

That year, Ji Shi was only three years old.

"Eighteen years ago, I was just born......" Li Mo muttered softly.

When he crossed over, he was already in swaddling clothes, abandoned outside the mountain gate of Luofu Mountain.

"At the feet of the Son of Heaven, how could such a big change occur?" Li Mo was a little puzzled.

Half of the city was burned down, which was a major event in Longyuan Mansion, not to mention the Gyeonggi Heavy Land, the place of the real dragon.

It is no exaggeration to say that such turmoil, if someone holds high the banner and raises their arms, it seems that it is no different from rebellion.

"I don't know, the court didn't say it explicitly, it is rumored that it was all done by returning to the ruins, and in the end, it was naturally a lot of people and killed." Ji Shi said.

"Returning to the ruins again?" Li Mo was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, he only felt that all the bad things in the world seemed to be done in ruins.

This is truly an evil organization.

"Why can't we sit here?"

At this moment, a hurried voice came from the side.

Li Mo turned his head to look and saw a young man in coarse cloth clothes standing at an empty table, blushing with red faces.

"Sword Mountain? What kind of little sect, this is also a place where you can join in the fun? ”

A playful sneer rang out, drawing everyone's attention to the adjacent table.

"Disciple of Poison King Mountain, that's Qian Yaodong!?"

"It turned out to be Brother Yaodong, it is said that he has been recognized by the [Seven Poisonous Silkworms] of the Poison King Mountain, and he has practiced the [Poison King True Scripture], and I don't know if it is true or not."

"He has a good reputation, who is that kid? How dare you argue with Brother Yaodong? ”

On the second floor, there was a commotion.

Poison King Mountain is one of the top 100 mountain gates in the world.

Qian Yaodong is the descendant of this generation of Poison King Mountain, his strength is terrifying, he has entered the realm of seven inches, and he can be regarded as a first-class powerhouse among many disciples who have been promoted to the mountain sect.

"You...... You're unreasonable......"

The cloth-clothed young man was so anxious that he stomped his feet, but Li Mo was stunned for a moment.

"You don't even look at what your identity is, the disciple of Sword Mountain, you dare to come here to join in the fun?" Qian Yaodong sneered.

"Sword Mountain? The name sounds familiar......"

"it...... I remembered that three hundred years ago, there was a black sword wielder in this vein. ”

"It's really this vein, the mountain gate left by the black sword [sword bearer], it's strange that I have to be treated."

Suddenly, the noise in the building was lowered a lot, making the bursts of low shouts even more harsh, and everyone's gaze at the cloth-clothed young man was not right.

"Sword wielder?" Li Mo was stunned, although he didn't know the meaning of this name, but it was related to the black sword, which aroused his curiosity.

"Three hundred years ago, a boy who followed Black Sword was specially armed with a sword for Black Sword...... Because of this relationship, this person got the guidance of the black sword, and after the age of forty, he also became one of the great masters in the world...... The name of his sect was also changed because of this, and it was called the Sword Mountain......"

Ji Shi knows a lot about the shopkeepers of the major mountain gates in the world.

The black sword's fierce reputation has spread all over the world, and three hundred years later, its prestige is still undefeated.

However, in the capital, this name is a bit sensitive, and anyone who has anything to do with it is not very friendly.

After all, this murderous master was a big murderer back then, and his glory was the shame of many people.

"Brother Li, you should know that in Wangxuan City, there are two most unpopular mountain gates......"

Ji Shi raised his hand and pointed at the cloth-clothed young man.

"One of them is the Sword Mountain, and the other is the Mountain Gate where the Black Sword was born...... What's it called? Ji Shi thought about it and looked thoughtful.

For three hundred years, every once in a while, someone from Sword Mountain stood out and advanced to the Xuantian Pavilion, but the mountain gate where the black sword was located was silent, but it was forgotten.

"That's right, Luofu Mountain......"

Ji Shi tapped the table, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"That's the name......"

"This ......" Li Mo pursed his lips, and his expression became more and more strange.

"Since the Black Sword, there has been no decent talent in this vein for three hundred years, and I don't know if it exists now, so I don't have to care too much." Ji Shi chuckled.

In the past three hundred years, no disciple in Luofu Mountain has been able to advance to the Xuantian Pavilion, and naturally it has long been forgotten in the corner.

"It's been twelve years in a row that no newcomer has come forward from Jianshan, why didn't you cover your crotch this year and expose you?" Qian Yaodong sneered.

Poison King Mountain and Sword Mountain are feuds, when the black sword was born, their ancestors were not defeated in the hands of the black sword, but they were directly cleaned up by the sword-wielding boy.

Such a big hatred, Poison King Mountain naturally remembered it in his heart.

In the final examination of the Xuantian Pavilion in previous years, whenever you meet a disciple who holds a sword mountain, the Poison King Mountain will be a black hand, which is already a routine.

For this reason, the sword holding mountain has killed and injured many disciples in the open and in secret.

"How is this kid stupid? What are you doing there? Someone whispered, and there was a mocking look in his eyes.

has such a relationship with the black sword, and actually dares to swagger through the market, and even provokes the disciples of the Poison King Mountain, this unique method of seeking death has not been encountered for many years.

"What a stupid......"

Qian Yaodongheng sat still, but the index finger of his right hand flicked rhythmically, and his cold eyes flashed with a surging murderous intent.

"Come and sit down, there's still a seat here."

At this moment, a soft voice sounded, breaking the bowstring-like atmosphere in the building in an instant.

One after another, their eyes were cast in unison, showing surprise.

"Brother Li, you ......"

Ji Shi was stunned and looked at Li Mo with a strange expression.

"Who is this person? Why do you even greet flies like Sword Mountain at will? ”

"I don't know, I can't see it, it's a face."

"Those who are unknown will leave the door of their nameless origin."

Whispers rang out everywhere.

"I ......"

The young man in cloth with a wooden expression stood in place, not knowing how to advance or retreat, but just looked at Li Mo and cast a grateful glance at him.

"Come and sit."

Li Mo pointed to the vacant seat beside him and said.

"Boy, what are you? Dare to stand out for him? ”

Qian Yaodong's gaze crossed the Muna boy and fell directly on Li Mo's body.

"What? You bought this building? I still don't want to sit here? ”

Li Mo squinted at him and said: "You are a disciple of Poison King Mountain, if you are really so arrogant, take 100,000 taels of silver, don't say that he doesn't sit, I will give you this seat." ”

Word by word, there was a loud sound, echoing in the sky-looking tower.

One after another, his eyes turned back to Qian Yaodong's face, who would have thought that this unknown man who suddenly appeared not only did not take over, but also made such a "compromise".

Qian Yaodong was stunned for a moment, and his face sank.

"Why don't you speak? No money? If you don't have money, what are you pretending to do? Li Mo said.

"You ......"

Qian Yaodong's face turned red, and he looked at Li Mo coldly, and in an instant, he actually suppressed the anger, and his cold eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person.

"Brother Dao, thank you for helping me out of the siege."

The wooden boy walked to the table and saluted Li Mo.

"It doesn't matter, it's just that you're not used to maliciously occupying seats." Li Mo glanced at him and said.

"My name is Qin Zangzhuo, and I'm from Sword Mountain." The young man sat down at Li Mo's signal.

"Hidden?"

Li Mo glanced at the other party, but he showed a different color.

This Qin Zang seems to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, and his strength is also ordinary, only the seventh level of the inner breath realm.

With such strength, it is really unbelievable to be able to advance to the Xuantian Pavilion, after all, not everyone has the same luck as Hong Xiaofu.

"Brother Li, you are careful......

Ji Shi leaned over to Li Mo and lowered his voice.

"Poison King Mountain is one of the top 100 mountain gates in the world, and its strength is secondary, and the most important thing is that their killing methods cannot be prevented......"

Speaking of this, Ji Shi paused slightly, and subconsciously looked at Qian Yaodong who was sitting in the distance, who was staring straight at their table.

"I heard that this Qian Yaodong has been recognized by the [Seven Killing Poisonous Silkworms], this is an extremely terrifying demon ghost, and he is worshiped by the Poison King Mountain." Ji Shi said in a deep voice.

"If he has murderous intentions, let alone ordinary people, even if he is one realm higher than him, he may not be able to prevent it."

Qian Yaodong is a master of the seven-inch realm, if he really attacks and kills secretly, even the life of the eight-inch realm is between the hanging threads, and if he pays a certain price, he can even threaten the master of the nine-inch realm.

This is the horror of the descendants of the Poison King Mountain.

"Seven Killing Poison Silkworms!?" Li Mo muttered softly.

Suddenly, his body shook, only to feel that his brain was a little dizzy, the spiritual sense in his body trembled, and a cold cold air actually came through his body, almost dissolving his spiritual sense.

"It's ......"

Li Mo was horrified and alert, and he felt an invisible spiritual sense actually invade silently.

In a trance, he saw a fat black silkworm, spewing a thin rancid air current, trying to burrow into his body.

"Poison!?"

Li Mo reacted instantly, he didn't expect that Lingjue could also turn poison, kill people in the air, go straight into the body, and wipe out the opponent's Lingjue.

Obviously, this is the power of the [Seven Killing Poison Silkworms] that Master Ji said.

"Look for death."

Li Mo's eyes were bright, and he drank violently in his heart.

In an instant, his eroded spiritual consciousness suddenly gathered, and in a trance, there was also a fat silkworm virtual image appeared, the flesh was all chubby, like waste, and the whole body exuded a colorful luster.

"This ...... It's ......"

In an instant, Qian Yaodong's complexion changed suddenly, and he instinctively felt a deep fear, and as soon as his mind moved, he wanted to return to his senses.

At this moment, the waste baby of Feidudu pounced, opened his big mouth, and swallowed the black silkworm into his stomach.

"Ah......hh

Suddenly, Qian Yaodong screamed and stood up suddenly.

When everyone looked up, they saw that this heir of the Poison King Mountain was bleeding from the Seven Orifices, and he fell straight down in a shocked gaze.

"What...... What's the situation? ”

Someone whispered, hurriedly stepped forward to check, and showed a terrifying affection as soon as he reached out his hand.

He ...... He's dead!? ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar, and even Ji Shi and Qin Zangzhuo showed different colors one after another.

"My mother, people will die if they occupy a seat these days...... Cruel God. ”

Li Mo proclaimed compassion and couldn't help but sigh.

……

At this time, Wangxuan City was eight hundred miles away.

A huge copper cart drove on the narrow mountain road, and the heavy weight crushed the ground and the gravel kept sliding.

On the copper car, there is a coffin horizontally, made of black iron, with a peculiar style, and it is printed with strange patterns that cover the sky.

"Senior brother, eight hundred miles ahead is Wangxuan City."

At this moment, a young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes walked to the side of the bronze car, and actually bowed respectfully to the black iron coffin.

As a disciple of Martial Dao Mountain, he was full of respect for the existence lying in the coffin.

There is no other reason, just because he is the strongest existence among the disciples of this generation of Wudao Mountain......

Ginger dust!

！

"I don't know who I am...... Will it come. ”

At this moment, a murky voice slowly came from the black iron coffin.

"Senior brother is saying...... Beisha Xuan ...... "The young man with sword eyebrows changed his face slightly, and he didn't even dare to recite his name directly.

"That said...... She hadn't set foot in the capital for eighteen years......"

"Northern Shah...... Have you ever been to the capital!? ”

"That was a long time ago...... Eighteen years ago...... There are five of the eight great demon immortals in the world, and they are ...... in the capital."

The sound of the desert fell, echoing in the empty mountains and fields, and finally dissipated.