In the deepest part of a secret valley in the Valley of No Return, there is an extremely hidden cave.

The prohibition in the cave mansion is very strong, and even if the sword sect powerhouse of the Tongtian Realm is attacking, it can support it for a while.

One hand held the dzi in the middle of the stone table.

Countless rays of light were projected from the dzi, illuminating the four walls of the cave.

The cave is a dome, and those pictures are connected together, and it looks extremely vast.

Those pictures are the decades that the inquirers have been in the Qingtianjian Fantasy Realm.

Even in the most remote mountain villages, the most subtle movements and expressions are all in these pictures.

The picture passed at high speed, turning into countless ribbons of various colors, but in those ruthless and ignorant eyes, it was no different from the real picture.

Sahu didn't need to ask what was going on in the Blue Bird Fantasy Realm.

She can call up that world at any time and watch what happened in the past whenever she wants.

Bluebird had no way of hiding anything from her.

Sahu Zhenren didn't look at the other questioners, just looked at Su Qingming and the blue bird.

She watched the baby in the palace of Chu State be born silently, watched him stand up, looked at the sky and the earth, watched him grow up, and practiced ignoring the world.

Mr. Qi entered the palace, and Su Qingming really made a move for the first time.

"Soon." Sahu Zhenren said to himself, "But it's not fast enough. ”

The screen continues to move forward at high speed, and soon comes to the final stage.

In the mountains of Buzhou, the mountains are full of red leaves like fire, the stone steps are like jade belts, the Qin Emperor climbs the steps and meets Su Qingming in the temple.

Dozens of Qin powerhouses were cut into pieces of flesh, Emperor Qin was seriously injured, and Su Qingming's hand was still on the hilt of the sword.

At that time, the blue bird looked at the distant mountains, the red leaves, and the Qin Emperor, intentionally or unintentionally, skipped some extremely important pictures.

These pictures are now in the eyes of Sahu Zhenren.

"Fast enough." She said.

In the shadows deep in the cave, a beast eye as big as a jade plate slowly appeared, cold and terrifying, full of killing intent.

"You made a big fuss in the Demon Suppression Prison, and the Xuan Turtle died because of you, and as a result, you came to my Dao Sect to grab the treasure just a few years later......"

Sahu Zhenren looked at Su Qingming, who was walking towards the void in the picture, and said expressionlessly: "Do you really think I forgot?" ”

The big jade eye in the shadow was the Zhenshan Divine Beast Open Heaven Beast of the Daomen.

Hearing Sahu Zhenren's words, the eyes of the Open Heaven Beast became even colder, and the killing intent seemed to be substantial, obviously wanting to kill Su Qingming.

"The immortal can't be refined, he's a dead man, you don't have to do it yourself."

Sahu Zhenren said indifferently: "You and I don't know about this matter." ”

"If you have a question, do you want to call it out and ask?" The Open Heaven Beast said with his divine sense.

"I'm going to become a demon, why bother asking?"

Sahu reached out and grabbed something from the night sky.

That object was Qingtianjian, but I don't know what method she used to shrink it into a small disc that could be held in her hand.

Countless extremely cold Xuan Qi overflowed from the fingers of Sahu Zhenren, and the surface of Qingtianjian gradually froze.

This layer of Xuan Ice seems to be extremely thin, but it is actually extremely hard, and even a fairy sword is difficult to cut through.

With a wave of her hand, she suppressed the frozen Qingtianjian into the depths of the Daomen's underground veins.

Hundreds of years later, the spirit of Jianjian will dissipate, the illusion will be restarted, or the blue sky will be seen again.

Looking at this scene, a look of satisfaction appeared in the eyes of the Open Heaven Beast, and he felt that it was most appropriate to deal with it in this way.

Sahu Zhenren left the cave and came to the high place of the Daomen, and his breath gradually became cold, as if it had become an indestructible and cold snow-capped mountain.

This time the Dao Sect is to find a successor for the Immortal Urn, as long as it is strong enough, no matter who it is.

But since it was the disciple of the Sword Sect who got the immortal urn, then the inheritor would become the bearer.

There is only one word difference between the inheritor and the bearer, but the encounter is very different.

Just like she said to the Open Heaven Beast, that person will be controlled by the Immortal Basket and turned into a puppet, unless the other party can refine the Immortal Urn.

Looking at the world, who can refine the immortal urn?

Thinking about this question, a faint warning appeared in the depths of her eyes.

The gray shadow who escaped from the Demon Suppression Prison, the demon lord who was released, asked for decades, only thinking about cultivating and breaking through the realm, and stepping on the top of the mountain to shatter the void......

Could it really be you?

Are you still alive?

Then you deserve to die this time, right?

……

Countless marks were cut on the floor, walls, and door frames of the House of Molting, which looked like dense runes, and the sky light fell on them, reflecting all kinds of strange shapes.

Su Qingming was lying in the bamboo chair, the index finger of his right hand slowly rubbing on the door frame, feeling the wonderful touch, looking at Nan Wang's back, not knowing what he was thinking.

A gust of mountain wind suddenly arose between the cliffs, blowing away the flowing clouds, breaking open a void that seemed to be nothing, and faintly saw the green shirt flashing.

Hu Yao stood up and saluted.

Sword Sect Great Elder Shen Jun walked in from outside the cliff.

He is undoubtedly the biggest man at the peak of the Great Wilderness, but there is nothing special about him except that he is a little tall.

He was dressed in an ordinary cloth robe, his eyebrows were gentle, and his expression was gentle, like a sword in a sheath, without any edge.

Of course, his aura is broad and inclusive, and it is also like a sword scabbard, capable of carrying everything.

Shen Jun waved his hand to signal Hu Yao to leave.

Hu Yao raised his eyebrows slightly, Jin Se's sword moved, and all the sword strings were converged, then turned around and left, snorting.

Seeing her leave angrily, Shen Jun smiled dotingly, and then noticed that Su Qingming also had a faint smile on her face.

Shen Jun was a little surprised, you must know that this level of faint smile is already spoiled to the extreme for Su Qingming.

In this way, in the seventy years of Qingtianjian, there have been some changes after all.

The sleeves of Shen Jun's robe moved slightly, and the sword intent of Chengtian emanated, and an invisible sword array shrouded the house of molting.

Even if the Dao Gate's Open Heaven Beast sneaked closer, it would not be able to hear the next conversation between him and Su Qingming.

"The immortal urn is not a secondary urn, it is a positive urn."

Without any cold noise or preface, Su Qingming said directly.

Shen Jun said: "Xu Zhenren left the three masters and three deputies back then, and later used a Zheng Gong when he suppressed the Demon Lord, and asked the General Assembly to take out a Zheng Zheng, what do they want to do?" ”

The immortal urn is the real magic weapon of the immortal family, and only the Dao Gate has it in the world today, which is the legacy left by the Fuyao Immortals when they ascended.

If the immortal qi in the sub-urn is obtained by ordinary people, it is enough to wash the roots and bones and embark on the road of cultivation, and if the cultivator is allowed to obtain it, he can prolong his life for decades. There are more immortal qi in Zhengzhen, and more importantly, it is very likely that there is still Xu Zhenren's immortal intent in it, which is the highest method for practitioners to comprehend the truth of heaven and earth and ascend to the Tao.

Shen Jun didn't understand it, even if the Dao Sect wanted to be the leader of the righteous path, why would he take out an immortal urn as a reward for asking the Dao.

Now that he knows that it is Zhengzhen, it makes him feel even more strange.

Replacing him with the Great Elder of the Sword Sect was absolutely reluctant.

What exactly does Daomen want to do?

Immortals are not in the world, no one has ever touched the immortal jar, logically speaking, no one can guess the thoughts of the Daomen, but Su Qingming is an exception.

He said: "Immortal intent is a piece of immortal consciousness left by Fuyao, and she may return from the outside world through some kind of Taoism. ”

Shen Jun thought about the picture when the Demon Lord was suppressed, his expression suddenly became solemn, and he said, "Take away? ”

Su Qingming said: "Yes, it's similar to what your master thought back then, so the Dao Sect needs to choose the strongest and most suitable Dao body, first use the immortal sense to secretly control it, and then wait for that moment to come." ”

Shen Jun felt inexplicable and said, "It's not easy to go out, what are you going to do when you come back?" ”

Su Qingming said: "It's just an immortal sense, and the one who comes back must not be all of her." ”

Shen Jun looked at the Yunmeng Mountains outside the cliff, shook his head and said, "The way of Zhongzhou is always so sticky. ”

Su Qingming said: "For Daomen, this is a hidden thunderbolt, if something really happens in the future, the thunder will come, and no one can resist." ”

Even if the Fuyao Immortal who returned to the Great Wilderness through the Immortal Urn was only a clone, it was still not something that the cultivators on the continent could fight.

An immortal is an immortal, and one percent of an immortal is also an immortal.

Shen Jun said: "I really want to see what kind of power it will be when the thunder falls." ”

Su Qingming said: "I can't fall down, because of her bad luck, the fairy urn fell into my hands." ”

Shen Jun said, "What are you going to do?" ”

Su Qingming said: "Of course, she refined this immortal urn, so that she couldn't come back. ”

Shen Jun looked into his eyes and said, "You know it's a difficult thing. ”

Su Qingming looked at his left fist and said, "Since it is already in my hands, then I have to do this." ”

Shen Jun said, "If you can really refine this Dao Immortal Urn, the Dao Sect will definitely be able to guess your identity." ”

Su Qingming asked calmly, "Am I a bad person?" ”

Shen Jun said indifferently: "Not a good person, but not a bad person either." ”

Su Qingming said: "In this case, even if the world guesses my identity, what can it do? ”

There are only a few people in the world who know his true identity.

Lu Qian may vaguely guess it, but since she refuses to find out, he will assume that she doesn't know.

Just like the one in Suigetsu-an.

His true identity was revealed, and what was really affected was the prestige of the Sword Sect.

The Shi Shu Zu who succeeded in ascending and the Shi Shu Zu who failed to ascend and reincarnated and rebuilt are two different things.

Shen Jun said, "Have you figured out how to refine this immortal urn?" ”

Su Qingming said: "I'm thinking. ”

Shen Jun said: "In the process of your thinking, that Dao Immortal Consciousness will occupy your Dao body and control your Dao heart, how to stop it?" ”

Su Qingming said: "If it is not possible, I will cut off my left hand." ”

Shen Jun looked at his left hand and said, "Actually, I have a good way to take something and put your fist on it, so that nothing will happen." ”

Su Qingming squinted his eyes, looked at him and said, "You know I won't agree. ”

Shen Jun smiled and said, "I'm just casually talking, what are you anxious about." ”

Su Qingming said, "Send me back to the Sword Sect as soon as possible." ”

Shen Jun's gaze fell on his left hand again, knowing that he didn't actually have complete confidence in refining this immortal urn.

The cracks on the floor of the Molting House suddenly trembled, then rose slightly, turning into lines visible to the naked eye.

Shen Jun's eyes were calm but focused, like a pool of water without wind forever.

Su Qingming knew what he was going to do, and raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not refuse.

Countless sword intents fell on his left hand, densely wrapped in layers and layers, as if he had made an invisible fist.

No trace of immortal qi could flow from between Su Qingming's fingers, and no matter how sensitive the divine beast was, it couldn't smell it.

This is the Heaven Inheritance Sword Technique of the Sword Sect's Main Peak, and it is also the highest level formation of the Great Wilderness, which seems to be invisible, but it is actually qualitative.

Su Qingming admitted that whether it was him or his senior brother, the Chengtian Sword was not as good as Shen Jun's learning, and Shen Yunhai's talent was still a little worse, so it was just a matter of whether he could think of something else.

He asked, "Is the irregularity solved?" ”

Shen Jun said, "Otherwise, what am I doing here?" Know that you've never been off the beaten path. ”

Su Qingming said: "Since the Dao Sect takes out the immortal urn with this kind of thought, it will not hinder it, as for the path I choose, it is the only path, not deliberately." ”

Shen Jun shook his head and said, "When I was playing cards, Master said that your path is different, and there are some tendons. ”

Su Qingming said: "We haven't played cards for three hundred years, right? ”

Shen Jun was silent for a while, then saluted and said, "Yes, Uncle Shi." ”

The Great Elder of the Sword Sect was in charge in person, and the Dao Sect had other ideas, even if the Kunlun Sect and other sects questioned the results of the Dao Conference, they could no longer change the outcome.

Regardless of whether it is winning or winning, after all, the immortal urn has a home, and the 30,000-year-old ceremony of the Daomen sect has come to an end.

That night, Bai Zao went to the molting house to see Su Qingming, wanting to talk to him about something, but she didn't see anyone, which made her a little uneasy.

When she left silently, He Zhan had already left the Daomen, and after Cersei found out, he chased him for five hundred miles, but still couldn't catch him back.

Wang Mingren also said goodbye to the Daomen, left overnight, and went back to Yimaozhai to sort out the book.

There are still many people who left early, all of them are Taoists who have entered the Qingtianjian Fantasy Realm, and the red dust has drifted in front of them like smoke and clouds for decades, but who can really forget it all at once? They need time to re-stabilize their Dao hearts, and then get what they really need from those red dust realizations, and in three years, they may meet again in the Dao Gate, or they may not see each other again in this life, just to see if they can finally break through this barrier.

In the early morning of the next day, the disciples of the Sword Sect, under the leadership of Fang Jingtian and Hu Yao, said goodbye to the Daomen and Daoists, and then left in the sword boat.

Bai Zao didn't see Su Qingming's figure, and he was faintly uneasy. Hearing Fang Jingtian's explanation, the cultivators present knew that Su Qingming had already left ahead of schedule with the Great Elder of the Sword Sect, and they couldn't help but talk about it, thinking that this was like the winner of the Dao Conference, and it was more like running away with the immortal urn, even if the Sword Sect wanted to save some face for the Dao Sect, it would not be so low-key.