In the illusion of the clouds, the clouds and fog cages, the branches of the fairy trees and tall grasses loomed, and only where his feet could reach, Xiao Yan could see. No matter what spell he casts, the mist will transform into a monster or a human form several feet tall and devour it at the right time. It was as if a pair of eyes were watching him from behind, observing his every move.

Xiao Yan didn't like the feeling of being watched, and since he fell into the shallows under the cliff and had a fight with the squirrel, inexplicable strange things happened one after another, first the ghost of hell followed behind his ear and whispered to confuse his mind, and then entered this illusion. It is said that Maoshan gathers the world's purest aura, attracting the first immortal sect Shangqing Sect to reside here, but I can't imagine that there is a cave in this back mountain, and there is such a treacherous place.

"Excalibur Thirteen, listen to orders." Xiao Yan clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, the tip of the sword forward, the momentum was like a rainbow, and the strength of his whole body was gathered on the sword body, and then he swung violently, the sword qi was like a thunderbolt above the nine heavens, fast and violent, and cut through the dense fog more than ten meters in front of him, the clouds dispersed, and the soles of his feet turned out to be solid yellow sand.

"Brother Xiao, why have you delayed for so long." It was Tao Hongjing's voice, and his figure in front of him appeared and disappeared in the clouds and mist.

"That's it, Xiao Yan, you are embarrassed to laugh at me, you are the one who drags your feet." The girl seemed to pout, snorted coldly, tied a Feiyun bun, and stood in front of Tao Hongjing with her chest and hands.

Xiao Yan had been wandering here for more than a few days, and he was naturally excited to see familiar people at this time. Hurriedly took two steps forward, intending to get closer to the two. But strangely, when he stepped forward, the two in the mist took a step back, causing him to keep moving forward.

Xiao Yan stopped, a little alert in his heart, raised his sword to prepare for battle, and frowned, "You are not Brother Tao and Liu Zhen'er, who are you?" ”

"Ji Ji - worthy of being a good man of the Xiao family, he woke up from the phantom trace so quickly." A mysterious voice came from the sky overhead.

Xiao Yan was solemn, operating his internal force, and his voice was like a bell, "Who are you, there are two tricks to come out and see." ”

"Hehe, wait for the ignorant child." When his words fell, the wind and sand suddenly rose, the clouds and mist dispersed, and the whistling tornado blew up, Xiao Yan couldn't open his eyes in a daze, and was carried to the sky. I don't know how long it took, Xiao Yan's hair was already scattered, and his face was hung with blood marks from fine gravel. The wind gradually stopped, Xiao Yan began to hike in the desert, and finally saw an ancient city.

An artificial river reflects the afterglow of the setting sun, and a patch of ancient buildings is scattered between the stupa and the canal. Under the fine sand, the government offices, temples, monks' houses, stables, markets, watchtowers, household utensils, paper Chinese documents, Chinese wooden tablets, and Lu documents lay there quietly, and the ancient city fell asleep as if it had been enchanted, and the strange silence made Xiao Yan's heart surge and surprise inexplicably.

The autumn moon shines on the Great Wall, and the snow lines Qilian. The white horse and jade saddle, the sound of the Qiang flute, the yellow sand is long, the messenger looks at the hometown affectionate fist, and the soldier slashes the dragon in the heroic sky. Camel bells burst, and the desert smoke soars.

The exoticism made him pause to look back, but when he tried to ask, before the turbaned locals could babble and answer his question, a gust of wind swept him away again.

A young man sat on a horse, holding an iron bow in his hand, sitting on the horse with the corners of his lips slightly pursed, slanting, just like looking at the people of the world who were crawling under his feet to survive.

Facing away from the setting sun, the sunset glow sprinkled on him seemed to be inlaid with a layer of red gold edges, which made people look warm and warm, but the coldness of his eagle-like eyes made this warmth disappear in an instant.

"Kill-" The voices of the soldiers were deafening, resounding in the sky, and on the majestic horses, the young general sat proudly, his robe was solemn, his armor was bright, and the spear in his hand was cold, pointing obliquely to the sky in the morning light.

With the shouts of the charge, sharp arrows whistled past the ears, swords clashed, screams erupted, eyes full of flesh and blood, rain-like arrows flew through the armor and military uniforms, splashing blood stains were thrown in the air, the heads of soldiers rolled to the ground, and the immortal heroic souls seemed to be still roaring in the hazy air.

A pair of blood-red eyes flashed with hatred on the hideous faces, and the air was filled with more and more bloody gas, the sky was filled with gunsmoke, and the earth was full of corpses and rivers.

The woman in the young general's heart, dressed in red, stood on the wall, her neck was threatened by the enemy with a sharp blade, and tears crossed the woman's face, looked at the young man deeply, and shook her head at him.

She looked around at the terrible city, the head of the city was covered with blackened traces of war, the soldiers coming and going were very nervous, the smell of blood and burnt burned in the city, and then resolutely pushed the people behind her, jumped off the wall, and protected the people of dawn behind her.

His pupils dilated in shock, and across the moat, he reached out to grab the woman's figure, but only saw blood splashing, he suppressed the pathos in his heart, and gave an order, and the war drums suddenly sounded like a storm, this was the order to charge, and the drums on the two side walls echoed at the same time, and the drums shook the sky for a while, filling the entire heaven and earth.

The scuffle of swords and swords had long since ended, and the armored sergeants fell to their knees in pools of blood, their blood-soaked clothes wrapped in a blur of flesh and blood.

There were still dying and struggling people, crawling between the stumps and severed arms, and the blood-stained faces showed the color of fear mixed with despair and hope, and the faint moans came from their mouths, which were dissipated by the howling wind, and the smell of blood spread and drifted away.

The battlefield stinks, and he is willing to look for the woman's traces. Even though his hands were scarred, even after searching for three days and three nights in the mass grave, those phoenix eyes were still as stoic as ever. Others persuaded him to leave, but he fell to his knees on the ground, and he was scattered on the ground in embarrassment, and he kowtowed to the sky and asked, "Can you help me...... Can you save her back......"

The smoke dissipated, the woman was covered in blood, and was cherished in his arms, and the thunder mother was angry and rained down to wash away the sins of the living beings, only he looked at the sky with half of his body scarred, and sat between heaven and earth with her fallen.

Xiao Yan's tears flickered, he was like a wisp of wandering soul floating on the battlefield, he couldn't do anything to see the whole thing, fate seemed to predict something. When the dusk gradually came to an end, Xiao Yan's soul was gradually withdrawn, and after the pain of devouring the bones, he finally merged his soul and body and woke up on the ground.

The walls are made of stone, and a few candles are placed in the cracks of the stone, faintly shining with warm red light. Xiao Yan straightened up and looked around, there was only one dresser and a stone bed in the stone room, there was a bronze mirror that had been dusted for a long time on the dresser, an ancient painting hung on the stone wall, and there was a faint flow of spiritual energy in the stone room, which seemed to be a monk's residence.

The painting shows a woman in green clothes, her eyebrows are clear, the moonlight is hazy and blurry, so that people can't see it really, and her eyelashes are condensed with water droplets, reflecting the candle flame, like the morning dew at dawn.

Her eyes are clear, her expression is elegant, her eyebrows and eyes are cold, her face is like ice, and her eyes are like a galaxy. The scattered hair is black and straight, the broken hair is attached to the face, the skin is more and more white, there is a red cinnabar mole at the center of the eyebrows, the left hand is holding a flower, and the right hand holds a green lotus.

The ancient painting was very well preserved, without a trace of dust or wear, Xiao Yan took a few steps forward and wanted to take it down to check.

But as soon as he reached out and touched the ancient painting, he was bounced away, let him hit the stone wall, and vomited a mouthful of blood, and the golden light of the ancient painting runes flowed, and someone actually banned the painting and couldn't touch the ancient painting.

Xiao Yan only felt that this painting was a big treasure, and he had his hands behind his back, so he looked at it closely, but he really found two lines of words next to the painting.

"Soaring like a frightening flood, graceful like a dragon. The hair is like the moon covered by light clouds, and the fluttering is like the snow of the flowing wind. "The pen is strong and powerful, and the font content should describe the woman's shocking appearance.

There is also a line of Juanxiu handwriting on the side, "It was a green lotus in front of the Buddha, but the red dust messed with my heart." "It seems that he confides his heart,

"Qinglian?" Xiao Yan remembered that when he checked the classics before, he had read the records in this regard, which seemed to be related to Penglai. But when he wanted to recall carefully, a figure of a woman in green clothes kept flashing in his mind, calling out his name. He lost his mind and couldn't think of anything.

Therefore, according to legend, the ancient immortal Queen Mother of the West lives on the top of the towering Kunlun, once gathered the five-shaped aura of heaven and earth, the principle of yin and yang changes, extracted the soul of the dragon of the East China Sea, and then took Kunlun chalcedony as the flesh and bone, and the Yaochi agar as the blood, refined into five ancestral dragons in the chaotic heavenly furnace and sealed in the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth, forming dragon veins, these five dragon veins control the changes of the five elements of heaven and earth, and dominate the replacement of the world's luck and the rise and fall of the country, and three of them live in the land of China Shenzhou. In order to pursue immortality, the people who have cultivated immortals and sought the Tao of the past generations are eager to ingest the dragon soul for their own use, in order to coexist with heaven and earth, but the dragon veins have spirits, sometimes they sneak in the Nine Secluded Mansions, sometimes hide in the mountains, rivers and plants, and sometimes rush straight into the green underworld and cannot see their tracks, so there are those people with outstanding talents who have created a variety of magic powers in order to trap the real dragon, among them, the third generation of the Great Wizard of the Northern Witch Clan has created the prototype of the seven-star lock dragon array, and the younger generations of wizards have gone forward and succeeded, and finally formed in the hands of the tenth generation of Great Wizard Uwei, But when Uwei wanted to use this array to capture the dragon soul and win the Heavenly Dao, he found that there were no dragons to catch in this world, and he couldn't help but be disappointed.