Time flies, the green mountains are still the same, and the grass is green.

A hundred years have passed in a flash, a lot has changed, and a lot has been forgotten. Only those old people still remember that a hundred years ago, there was a person who carried the Ding in this holy capital in exchange for the peace of the human race for a hundred years.

There is one person who has single-handedly fought against the absolute powerhouses of the entire world, so that there has been no racial invasion in the past hundred years.

"Changkong, it's been a hundred years, when do you say that the master will be able to get out, I'm about to forget the appearance of the master."

The green cow holds the cheeks, a hundred years have passed, the green cow is still the same, not that the time is too short and has not grown up, but it is afraid that its master will forget his original self.

"Uncle Shi, I don't know."

Every day, Uncle Qingniu asks like this, and there has never been a single day in a hundred years.

"Master, it's been a hundred years, you once said that you would become a god in a hundred years, we have been waiting for you for a hundred years, when will you get out."

Changkong ascended to the realm of earth immortals in a hundred years, earned a great reputation, and the name of the sword immortal spread far and wide.

Those who become sword masters are respected as the name of sword immortals, in order to remember the contribution made by the sword ancestor to the human race.

In the past hundred years, each of Mo Wei's apprentices has been stunning and gorgeous, and he has ascended to the realm of earth immortals with a hundred years of body.

Before Wang Lin slew the demon in Jianghuai, he was respected by the world as the Jianghuai Sword Immortal.

Ning Caichen slashed demons and destroyed evil Buddha temples in Huangzhou, killed people and demons, and was loved by thousands of girls, but he claimed to love the two in his life and was not close to women, and was regarded as an extraordinary sword immortal

The sky has long lived in the holy capital, subduing demons in all directions, just because the beauty on his side is with him, he is called by his name, and he is also nicknamed the Merry Sword Fairy.

Yimei has been studying his own Taoism for a hundred years, but he has created the way of the rune sword, although his reputation is not obvious, his strength is faint above the three of them.

Qingniu is accompanied by Bai Jiansheng, although he has not practiced much, his cultivation is also growing steadily, no matter what he has.

It can be said that it is a split!

But Mo Wei can also shock the world.

The name of the Pure Yang Sword Ancestor is even more respected by everyone, and as soon as the mountain gate is opened, countless people will flock to it.

There are talented people from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years.

Although the pure yang is hidden, Kyushu Dachang, the human race Dachang.

The young people climbed step by step with the goal of Sword Ancestor, and many Tianjiao poured out in a hundred years, and many of the older generation also climbed to the realm of half-step primordial gods.

Therefore, the world is still in constant strife, and the calamity is becoming more and more intense.

And today, a golden light appeared above the sky, and immediately reflected Kyushu, with three big characters on it.

"God List"

"Master, master is finally out of the customs."

Qingniu shouted excitedly, wanting everyone to share their joy, and tears unconsciously flowed from his face.

"Master, it's so hard for you to make the calf wait."

"Master, you are finally out of the customs, and we have not disappointed you."

Changkong clenched his fists tightly.

"Fellow Daoist, I will be able to stand side by side with you one day."

One eyebrow clenched into a fist and looked up at the sky.

"The National Teacher is out of the customs!"

Du Ruhui smiled happily, he was the only one who had the most pressure in a hundred years, the previous national teacher turned into a Dao, and three of the four Dao masters fell, and everything was accumulated on him alone.

Now that Mo Wei is out of the customs, the heavens of the human race should be purified, and the heavens and the earth should be restored.

With the victory of the golden light, a figure appeared on the list of gods, looking at it like seeing the stars, and the qi was huge like a world.

The eyes turn into a sword, and it seems to be able to cut everything.

"Who is he? Why is it so strong?"

"He is the heaven of the human race, and only with him can there be no foreign invasion."

"What's the name? One day, I will take my place."

"Sword Ancestor Pure Yang!"

Those who have the heart are full of hope and are full of desire to reach the pinnacle of cultivation with the goal of taking it as their goal.

Those who have no heart are timid and dare not look directly at their figures.

"A hundred years ago, I said that today I will start the Great Tribulation of the Gods, and I will choose three hundred and sixty-five dragon vein true bodies for my human race to assist

The ancestral veins and dragon veins shook the mountains and rivers of Kyushu."

"Yet, civilians! Today's calamity is destined to be close to fat, and this seat can't bear it in my heart, saying that this calamity is only between cultivation, and must not be close to ordinary people. If this is said, if it is ordered by heaven, those who violate it will be beheaded."

After that, all beings are speechless! These words resounded in the bottom of my heart like a heavenly might, suppressing all thoughts, like a sharp sword, if you disobey, the next moment you will rush out of your body and annihilate your soul.

"The Sword Ancestor was born, and Kyushu is peaceful!"

The sound of the mountains is endless, this is the joy from the heart, this voice of words, let the mortal people who have suffered for a hundred years cry with joy.

After that, Mo Wei ignored it and looked at the sky, and then an altar appeared on the side of his body, and as the altar appeared, it gradually became larger, and the silver light shone brightly.

Then a flash of golden light rose.

Mo Wei stood solemnly, floating under the altar, respectful.

"The second tribulation has been broken, and heaven has learned from it. I sacrifice to the heavens with my strength, and open my kendo, and anyone who has kendo can do it."

After saying that, the golden light above the altar rushed into the sky, and a giant eye appeared in the sky, which was the eye of the Heavenly Dao.

"Exactly!"

The golden light did not enter the pupils, and at this moment, it was as if the Heavenly Dao had spiritual wisdom, revealing a happy expression.

And the sentient beings also saw a wide avenue manifesting in the sky, and at the end of the road, a figure appeared, which was the sword ancestor Mo Wei.

This is the image of the manifestation of kendo in the present world, and Mo Wei, as the pioneer of the way and the ancestor of the way of the sword, controls all the ways of the sword in the world.

Nowadays, there is only one avenue, and as kendo becomes more and more prosperous, there will be more and more forks in the road.

Not long after, a fork in the side of the kendo was born, and the figure of a single eyebrow appeared on the road.

Compared with Mo Wei's figure, it seems very faint and has no momentum, but this is just the beginning of the front road and has not evolved.

As the road continues to open up, its figure will become clearer and clearer.

"Ichimei walked his own way, but I was pleasantly surprised."

Mo Wei laughed when he saw this, and suddenly manifested in the hearts of all beings, and they could all perceive the joy in his heart, and then they rejoiced together.

"Kendo is here! I'm going to sit on that sword fairy!"

"The teacher's words have been decided, we will go to the immortal mountain, even if there are thousands of mountains and rivers, I will step into the door of the sword and live up to the teacher's teachings."

Lingtong's face was firm, and the rest of his life also nodded, this life is only for the way of the sword, so as to live up to the teacher's grace of teaching the law.

And with the birth of Mo Wei, the whole world suddenly settled down, but Gu all knew that this was just because of the power of one person, but when the catastrophe came, the incompetent immortals must covet the dragon vein divine position.

Bloody rain is indispensable.

Han Long practiced armor at the border pass, a hundred years have passed, three hundred and sixty generals have been selected, there has been no war for a hundred years, but as long as there is a war, they are still the soldiers at the forefront of the charge.

Look up and look up at the sky.

"Sword Ancestor, I won't leave you too far behind, and when my soldiers finish training, it will be the time for me to set out on the expedition, the day of the catastrophe."

Pity Xing traveled in the world, gained insight into the mystery of Zhou Tian's Star Dou Great Array, and looked for the way forward.

Confucius practiced all over the world, preaching Confucianism and Taoism, and causing personality and things to be good and good.

Wei created the Book Pavilion and declared the good of his books to the world, just because there are many people who agree with his Tao, and his power is stronger.

The puppet Dao Gong loses the class, and develops the puppet in the Holy Capital for the use of the Terran and the national fortune of the Terran.

Sentimental Dao, walking between the red dust, weaving the net of the red dust, the day of Dacheng is close to the world's emotions, and you can control your mind with a wave of your hand.

Fu Wushuang honed his sword skills in a bitter cold place. When it is accomplished, it will rise into the sky.

The Dharma is extremely important in the world, and Han Shu studied the ancient laws to know by himself.

Everything is going in a good direction, but there is no trace of Bu Fan since he appeared once fifty years ago.

No one knows where he has gone, or what he wants to do.

Knowing everything, at this moment, Mo Wei was also preparing to show the sect's foothold, waved his hand, and a picture scroll appeared above the sky.

The mountains are towering, and the atmosphere is evil

Rushing into the sky.

"Where is this?"

Countless people were puzzled, and Mo Wei didn't explain, but just urged the power of the dragon vein again and again, only to see that the boulder took off, and then fused a little, and the mountains floated on the top of the mountain.

Then life emerges, and in an instant all the peaks are covered with verdant greenery.

One after another quaint halls rose from the ground, and then a sword roared loudly, and a dazzling red light rushed into the sky, covering everything.

"My Creation Sect is called the Sword Gate! Standing in Shuzhou Jianghuai, the first sect master's name is Yimei, except for Ning Caichen, all the disciples of my Sword Gate will arrive at the Jianmen station in a month to open the sect, and if not, they will be expelled from the Sword Gate."

After that, Mo Wei's figure disappeared without a trace, and only the god list stood in the sky, and as long as someone competed for the god position, someone would appear on it.

"Daoist friends really value me."

Yimei shook his head, but he didn't expect that he would finally sit on the position of the sect master of this sword sect.

Fellow Daoist, since you value me so much, how can I disappoint you, and see that I will let the name of the Sword Gate spread throughout the world, and those who hear it are frightened, and the sword blade is invincible.

"Let's go!". z.br>

After that, he raised his eyebrows, he knew that Mo Wei was not going to see them, so there was no need for them to be here.

When the Sword Gate was first built, everything had to be arranged by yourself.

"I'm not leaving! Let's go, I'll go see the master."

Qingniu said stubbornly, nodded when he heard the words, and didn't say anything.

Changkong got up and said goodbye to the green cow.

The two little ones are now more than 100 years old.

"You go with your brother, and you don't have to worry about me."

"Obey the Master's orders."

The two saluted.

"Let's go, let's go, I'm going to see the master, don't grind, it's annoying to me."

After a hundred years of getting along, it is natural to be reluctant to part, but the master is everything to himself.

I'm sorry for you.

Then the green cow didn't look back, and walked towards the Daolu Division Star Picking Platform with his hooves.

Seeing the green cow leaving, everyone stepped on the clouds together and headed towards the Shuzhou Jianghuai.

Everyone in the Daolu Division saw a green bull running wildly, and someone wanted to step forward to stop it, but they were pulled back.

"Don't die, that's the Sword Ancestor's mount, you dare to stop it?"

Hearing this, this person also patted his chest with palpitations.

Qingniu walked all the way unimpeded to the star-picking platform, and then Bai Jiansheng's figure also emerged.

"Niu Er (Bai Jiansheng) wants to see the master."

"Alas, you! Well, whatever you want, as long as you don't feel like the Star Picking Platform is deserted."

A passage appeared immediately, and the green cow stepped into it without hesitation.