The great cold has passed, and the beginning of spring is coming.

At this time in previous years, the east wind thawed, the stinging insects began to vibrate, the weather showed signs of warming, and the people began to prepare for the New Year.

And this year, no one is sure.

Because the wind and snow still stopped, almost all roads were blocked, and the snow in the mountains was chest-deep, as if the whole world would be frozen forever with the fog.

The good thing is that the specter of war has finally lifted.

Neither the Golden Horde nor the Jing Kingdom, which was composed of the remnants of the nobles of the Great Liang, had no intention of fighting.

In the Kyushu continent, the only melody now is survival.

……

Lushan Bazaar, Guanshan Pavilion.

Tie Yucheng was dressed in white, sitting cross-legged on the terrace, his eyes closed, and a blood-colored sword lying horizontally on his knee.

Outside the terrace, the wind and snow howled, but when the snowflakes blew, before they could get close to him, they were vaporized by a wave of heat, causing Tie Yucheng to be surrounded by white mist.

Phew——!

With a breath and a breath, a small flame suddenly appeared above his head, slightly golden, and suspended up and down.

Soon, his breathing began to be rapid, his chest rose and fell violently, and the flames above his head also branched out, sinking into the blood-colored greatsword on his knees, forming a cycle, constantly swallowing.

An hour later, Tie Yucheng slowly finished his work.

He gently stroked the blood-colored greatsword, feeling the residual warmth that had not yet dissipated, and the corners of his mouth were full of smiles.

The name of this sword is "Zhengyang", which was once a relic of a predecessor of the Xuanyang Sect, and was swallowed by Chengyang and used as a sword.

And that senior is Master Tu Lingzi.

Zhang Biao got this thing and gave it to Tie Yucheng.

Although the sword spirit has disappeared, Tie Yucheng has obtained the complete inheritance of the Xuanyang Sect, practicing and practicing every day, and reshaping the sword spirit with a sincere heart.

The method of nurturing the sword spirit needs to be visualized.

And Tie Yucheng's visualization target is Tu Lingzi in his mind, with a heroic spirit in his heart, and the torch shines brightly.

In the dark, a legacy continues silently...

After refining the flying sword, Tie Yucheng did not rush to get up, but took out a bamboo slip from his arms.

The bamboo slip is the Yunling Black Iron Bamboo, which is the spiritual material in the tomb of the ghost fairy last time, and was left by him for refining.

With the outline of the cinnabar pen, a three-yang talisman fell on the bamboo slip, and Tie Yucheng also ran the three-yang true fire again to bake and refine.

This is the second magic weapon of the Xuanyang Sect, the Sanyang Spirit Armor.

This spirit armor is refined with the true fire of the three yangs, not only will it become harder and harder with the increase of the Tao, but the true fire of the three yangs can also be poured into it, so that all ghosts will not invade, and all evils will be easily dispelled.

Flying sword and spirit armor, one attack and one defense, that is, Xuanyang.

The method of the Xuanyang Sect is to cultivate around these two, which seems to be few, but the emphasis is on the essence, on the art of the sword, it can be called the first sharpness in the ancient Yuan realm, and there are various sword formations and sealing formations on the top.

Because of this, the Xuanyang Sect is notoriously strong alone, but it also has a weakness, that is, there are few things like the Divine Court.

After a day's routine cultivation, Tie Yu Chengcai got up and looked down along the Guanshan Pavilion, the gate of the Lushan Bazaar had just opened, and there were already monks coming and going in the corridor of the flying bridge.

He straightened his clothes and strode out.

I saw that at the door of the Qingfeng Village store, in a short period of time, there was already a long queue, most of them were wild cultivators, and there were also disciples of the sect, and they were talking about each other.

"That boat car pill really has such a miraculous effect?"

"Can there be fake? Many people had already tried it last night, and it was already in a lot of uproar, and I entered the market early this morning, and sure enough, I still had to queue up......"

"It's not that I'm afraid of losing it, although it's a bit expensive, but I have to prepare a little, maybe I can save my life..."

Seeing this, Tie Yucheng showed a smile at the corner of his mouth.

The Zhouche Pill recipe handed over to him by Zhang Biao was put on sale yesterday, divided into one, two and three grades, and each grade was limited to 500 pieces per day, which became the signboard of Qingfeng Village.

This kind of pill can temporarily enhance the essence and qi, and has a slight healing effect, and the price is moderate, which is suitable for wild cultivation.

The others can be purchased through the Five Immortal Sect, but one of them is a bit troublesome.

At this moment, a Qingfeng Village monk stepped forward and arched his hand: "Childe, Daoist Xuanhua has sent a post, inviting you to drink and go to the banquet." ”

"Oh."

Tie Yucheng took a look, a little helpless.

Half a month has passed since the Great War of the Oni, and the negotiations with General Tsujiyin of the Oni City have not yet begun.

There is no doubt that without the urging of those celestials, the sect is also full of desire for the ghost market.

The reason is very simple, as the Bafang Pavilion model has become the mainstream, more and more sect disciples have gone down the mountain to practice, formed teams to join them, and traveled in all directions.

There are even more wild cultivators, and as the various forces release smaller tasks, these people are all over the place.

Gu Qiu is still negotiating with various forces, hoping that the Bafang Pavilion will establish rudders in various places, and then some small cities and villages can also issue tasks, and the wild cultivation group will also grow.

But everyone knows that the Ancient Metaverse has declined.

As the strength of the sect's disciples continues to improve, one day, the Ancient Spirit Domain will be the main target, and it will also be their opportunity to go further.

Everyone wants to lay out early.

The elders from the sects from all over the country were already on the road, despite the heavy snow blocking the mountains, and the road was difficult.

Some have even arrived long ago.

But so far, many people have been waiting and watching.

Because they are waiting for Zhang Biao's trip to the ghost city.

It's not that no one has been there, but the River Styx blocked the way, and no matter how they called, the Earth Yin General Cao Wei never appeared.

This Xuanhua treated, most of them were urging from the side.

Thinking of this, Tie Yucheng looked up at the southwest again, and muttered: "Shizun has been in Yunling for a few days, I don't know if I have found it..."

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The snow-capped mountains are towering, the fog is thick, and the wind is howling.

As the highest mountain range in Kyushu, the top of the snow peaks of Yunling was a sparsely populated area in the past, but with the arrival of fog and snow, the wind and snow continued, and it turned into a forbidden area for ice and snow life.

"Chirp ——!"

With a loud eagle cry, the king of the clouds broke through the fog.

As it becomes the flesh and body of Qingfeng Village, a large number of incense gathers, the bloody anger around the body dissipates, the soul is clear, more and more handsome, and between the shaking of the wings, there is a howling wind.

Behind it, there were more than two dozen eagle monsters, large and small, each of which was huge and only slightly smaller than him.

This is the task given to him by Zhang Biao, to subdue a team of eagle monsters and help Qingfeng Village form an air force.

Unlike other eagle monsters, Yun Zhongjun was born with the Eye Stone, he was born extraordinary, and he embarked on the path of the incense volcano god, which was much stronger than other eagle monsters, so it was quite smooth.

On the southwest peak of Qingfeng Village, a Fengyun Temple has been built, these eagle monsters will become mountain gods in the future, and they will be worshiped by the people of one side to help them expel the fierce beasts and monsters.

On the top of a snow-capped mountain below, a black shadow was climbing rapidly, and soon reached the top of the mountain.

The cloak flew fiercely, it was Zhang Biao.

Hearing the cry of the eagle in the clouds, Zhang Biao's black hair flew, turned his head and smiled slightly, and began to move forward against the strong wind.

Soon, his eyes lit up, and he walked a few quick steps, peeling through the thick snow, revealing a boulder.

On the boulder, there is a Taoist carving, although it is blurred, but it can still be vaguely distinguished, the three rounds of the sun above the head.

"Finally found..."

Zhang Biao's eyes were solemn and he looked in all directions.

In the small cave of the Styx coffin, he found a large number of jade slips, some intact and some mutilated, which were the inheritance of the Xuanyang Sect.

The broken bamboo armor was a relic of Tu Lingzi, which was difficult to use, and was handed over to Tie Yucheng by him as the inheritance of the Xuanyang Sect in the future.

What is surprising is that among the jade slips, it is not the outer gate, but the inner door of the Xuanyang Sect, and even contains the method of cultivating the golden pill.

According to various information, Zhang Biao has pieced together Tu Lingzi's past.

The last time the end of the Dharma era came, many sects fled from the inner gate, some succeeded, some failed, and the outer disciples were abandoned.

There are two exceptions:

Xuanyang Sect and Fang Xiangzong.

According to the information collected by Elder Hu of the Five Immortals Sect for him, the two sects were somewhat similar to the Shanjun Temple, and the upper sect in the outside world was destroyed and completely lost contact.

These two cases are already closely related.

A sword in the world, slaying demons and demons.

One walks through the wilderness and expells ghosts and plagues.

This is the nature of the sect, and it can be known from the methods of these two sects that they have been a guardian force since they were born. The two sides also often cooperate.

The last time the era of the end of the law came, it was related to an unknown force picking the fruits of the world, and the two inner sects didn't know what hole cards they had, but they joined forces to stop that force.

The result, of course, is gone.

The sect was also attacked inexplicably and destroyed overnight.

In the chaos, Tu Lingzi and many senior brothers fled, and it was also on that day that he obtained the Chengyang Demon Sword and embarked on the road of legend.

In the end, the end of the law came, and the outer doors of other sects also retreated, only Xuanyang and Fang Xiang, these lonely souls and wild ghosts who lost their homes, wandered in the Kyushu continent, and fought with the evil spirits who were crazy because of the arrival of the end of the law, leaving the last swan song of the monks of the previous era.

His ancestor was also one of them.

Later, after the success of that force, it disappeared, and Tu Lingzi also returned to the mountain gate under the bewitchment of Chengyang and excavated the remnants of the inheritance.

originally wanted to hide in the spirit world and leave the incense, but Chengyang was unwilling to die in the end of the law era, so he tricked Tu Lingzi into breaking through the blood sacrifice, and found a way to make the last struggle and leave the ancient Yuan realm.

Who knows, Tu Lingzi would rather die than go against the beliefs he holds in his heart......

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao took out a leather scroll from Huaizhou, on which were painted with mountain peaks and palaces, which were the drawings of the mountain gate of Xuanyang Sect.

According to various clues, he judged that the mountain gate of Xuanyang Sect was above the Yunling Mountains, and after searching for many days, he finally found it.

Taking the ruined monument in front of him as the anchor point, Zhang Biao walked twenty miles to the left, found a cliff, and jumped down without saying a word.

Gliding through his cloak, he soon came to the bottom of the valley, and when he saw a golden black stone statue frozen in ice, his eyes lit up, and the phoenix fire roared out, melting the ice.

Then, a black hole appeared in front of him.

Seeing this, Zhang Biao suddenly had a smile on his face.

Striding in, walking down the slope for hundreds of meters, a huge grotto suddenly appeared in front of me.

Inside the grotto, the huge bronze furnace has been overturned, and the iron slag flows all over the ground, and there are all kinds of large and small forging furnaces around it, but unfortunately they have all collapsed, and the bronze vessels are all covered with patina.

Only in the middle of the cave stands a shaft.

Thundered......

It was as if a vicious beast roared in it, and the blazing white flames visible to the naked eye erupted and moved three feet from the mouth of the well.

That's what he's here for.

The Xuanyang Sect is a sword cultivation sect, so there is naturally a place for sword refining.

This well, called Yuya, is named after the place where the rumored sun rises, which shows that it is extraordinary.

Here, the surrounding earth veins and feng shui formed a large array, and the earth fire gushed out, becoming a rare spiritual fire mouth, and it was also the place where the Xuanyang Sect practiced swords for generations.

After looking around, he didn't find that the evil was hidden, so Zhang Biao took out pieces of red fragments from the Panlong gourd, which were the fragments of Gengjin wood left by Chengyang.

At the same time, he took out the Mo Wen knife and put it aside.

After doing this, he took out the Imperial God Card, shook it slightly, and suddenly a large amount of black smoke whistled out, turning into a huge spider, which was the person on the Thousand Machines.

Zhang Biao said in a deep voice: "Is this spiritual fire well okay? ”

The person on the thousand machine glanced at it and said in a low voice: "General, barely enough." ”

said, mocking: "The way of refining weapons is important in the heat, one less point is not enough, and one more is not enough." ”

"Your fire gourd is extremely violent, it is still a dark fire, burning people, and using it to refine weapons, even the great grandmaster can't do it."

"Less nonsense, hurry up!"

Zhang Biao frowned and scolded.

After this time of getting along, he finally made the thousands of people on the plane submit, although the other party did not dare to disobey the order, but he also seemed to have figured out his bottom line, and he was always full of complaints.

Seeing his grinding, Zhang Biao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said: "I know that you are not convinced, and you still want to go back to Yanjia Sect to claim your ancestor as an ancestor, but since you disappeared, Yanjia Sect has never come to me to ask, do you know why?" ”

The master of the thousand machine sneered: "On the way to Huaizhou, I have heard of your reputation, you are ruthless, and you have a grudge against my Yanjia Sect, who dares to come to find death!" ”

Zhang Biao glanced faintly, "Two days ago, news came from the Lushan Bazaar that there was civil strife in the Yanjia Sect Mountain Gate, and three demon puppets suddenly appeared and killed your disciples. ”

"A few days after this chaos, a celestial named Jiuyuanzi, who was still in infancy, was drained of his essence and blood, and the spiritual root in his body was also taken away."

"The current Yanjia Sect, people's hearts are panicking, no one cares about your life or death......

"Nine Yuanzi? No way! ”

The black smoke on the body of the person on the thousand machines twisted and trembled, "That old ghost is very cautious, he has set up all kinds of secret hand protection, and he is the most powerful, besides, there are puppet divine soldiers patrolling day and night at the mountain gate, how can he die?" ”

"What are you lying about?"

Zhang Biao shook his head slightly, "Let's do it, refine it into a flying sword, and I will go to Lushan, and when the elders of the sect gather, you can see it with your own eyes." ”

The red light of the dense spider eyes of the thousands of people on the machine flickered, and finally snorted, and the long insect limbs waved, as if picking, throwing the white fireworks on the Tanggu Well into their mouths.

Then, slowly spit out the flame thread.

Zhang Biao's eyes lit up and he was amazed.

To tell the truth, this old ghost is not good at fighting, but he has condensed Haohua Linggen.

The so-called Haohua is the lung god in the five viscera and six internal organs, and with its wild spirit spider bloodline, it condenses the demon pass: intermittent.

This magical power can swallow spiritual energy into spider silk, as strong as gold essence, and even spiritual fire can be turned into silk threads to repair magic weapons.

Because of this, the other party was able to be accepted by the elders of the Yanjia Sect with a demon body.

He has picked up a treasure, this old ghost, no matter what, must be completely surrendered......

(End of chapter)