"The Yang Sword has always been in the hands of my former master, where he is, the Yang Sword is there. "Yin Jian is obviously a little unfair in his treatment, but just by virtue of it, even if Ximen Tian reaches the cultivation of Scattered Immortals, he can't be the opponent of the Emperor.

"You and Yang Jian were born in the same place, is there any secret connection between you?" Ximen Tian asked rhetorically, in fact, he couldn't wait. Although he had only cultivated for a thousand years, his experience in high-level weapons was naturally far superior to that of all the immortal cultivators in the Eight Desolations.

"It's been hundreds of thousands of years, not to mention that in this sword array space, it's even more difficult to sense. ”

"The Human Emperor doesn't know whether he has ascended or died under the Heavenly Tribulation...... That's it, now the only way to go out and find the legendary human emperor's mausoleum is gone. Ximen Tian pondered for a while, and finally made up his mind.

Although the Human Emperor is the leader who leads the human race to dominate the world, and his strength is superb, as a human race, it is absolutely impossible to survive for hundreds of thousands of years. Even if it is an immortal clan, according to the records of the immortal clan, it only has a lifespan of tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of years.

"Sword Spirit, will you let me out now?" Stopping the communication with the Yin Sword, Ximen Tian opened his eyes and swept his gaze to the young man who was bound by the sword seal.

"Did you get a sword in Wan Jianyuan?" responded to him. It seems that if he doesn't wait for the Sword Saint to come back after the Dou Fa, this Sword Spirit is not going to let Ximen Tian out.

"Look, I'll just demonstrate it once. Ximen Tian stood with his hands in his hands, and the rich netherworld aura overflowed in the immortal patterns on his forehead, and a shadowy and invisible sword appeared in his hand!

The starting hand is the twelve sword styles of the heavens.

"You clearly don't have anything...... Why haven't I seen this sword in Wan Jianyuan?" The sword spirit's eyes widened more and more, and the spirit body was suppressed by the innate and began to tremble constantly, it was the same as the sword of Wan Jianyuan.

"Thorn!" With a dragon groan, a true dragon phantom roared out from the tip of the Yin Sword, which was enough to swallow mountains and rivers.

The sword spirit's spirit body was almost blown away, and it was facing its hideous dragon head with endless strangulation power.

Suddenly, with a bang, the phantom disappeared, and the surrounding points of light gradually dispersed, leaving only Ximen Tian dressed in white and facing the sword spirit in the sword array space.

"True Dragon?" The seals on the sword spirit's body peeled off layer by layer, and the power of the sword-wielding boy was released again.

Ximen Tian didn't answer it, just waited for the sword spirit to respond. After all, after so many years in the sword array space, it still has kindness to itself.

"Can you tell me where you're going?" the sword-wielding boy looked at him sincerely, his eyes envious for the first time.

Although the Terrans only have a short lifespan, at least compared to the sword spirit with a long lifespan, it seems so insignificant. But they don't have to stay in this small, unchanging space, they can go and wander around.

"Go after my ways. Ximen Tian didn't tell it directly, and he didn't want the Sword Saint to interfere with his path of revenge.

"Good. The sword-wielding boy picked up the sword in his hand and threw it into the void.

Ximen Tian reappeared, already outside the Sword Sect. He paused slightly at the bottom of the mountain, looked at the somewhat broken Sword Sect and the corpses of the Demon Sect disciples who had not yet been cleaned up, and finally relented and left here with a teleportation. His target this time is the legendary Tomb of the Human Emperor.

Compared to the battle end of the immortal cultivation realm, the mortal realm has become a purgatory on earth.

This land has been devastated by the protracted fighting of major forces for more than 100 years, and countless lives of conscripts and innocent people have been taken away. Even after their death, their bodies and souls would be forcibly sealed by the waning moon and refined into a powerful evil slaughter full of resentment.

These batches of powerful evil killings were dozens of times more cruel than the corpse puppets of the Corpse Sect, but all the immortal cultivators who killed them would be possessed by a strong resentment, and thus be eroded step by step Dao Heart. And whoever dies at their hands will be one of them.

Nowadays, there are only a few secluded places in the mountains and forests and the cities that are still entrenched in the peace of mind, and the Moon Lotus Pond is one of them.

The sound of the piano on the moon lotus pond is flooded, and the fairy plays in the water to attract fish and shrimp.

"Uncle Su, now that the situation has become like this, you don't care about it. A fair lady sat on top of a flat boat and lightly covered the strings of the lyre in her hand.

"Where can I manage it, now that the waning moon is rising, it is like a wind and clouds, and it is an existence that cannot be ignored in the immortal cultivation world. Su Guandao smiled bitterly and tapped the pool water. A drop of ink turns into a swimming fish, and after two or three laps along the boat, it gradually disperses into the shape of ink.

In troubled times, a hundred years ago, in order to fulfill the promise and trust of his deceased, he resolutely passed on the position of the leader of the Huidao Alliance to others, and returned to the mountains and forests with the baby girl.

When she caught Zhou, this woman turned a blind eye to the rouge bracelet and chose a seven-stringed violin. Although he Su Guandao is the leader of the Huidao Alliance, he is different from Xiao Teng, and he is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. I wanted to teach the piano art like this, and not teach the cultivation of immortals, so that she could spend her ordinary life, but I never thought about it......

"What do you want?" Xu Lanhui turned her face sideways, her face was beautiful, and she was a little similar to Su Qin.

"Nothing, distracted. Su Guandao coughed dryly, and he was very emotional.

However, in a hundred years, this girl actually created a set of exercises by herself. Now that they have all attained the Great Consummation of the Dao Xuan, they are only one step away from crossing the Tribulation of Vientiane.

"Uncle Su, you didn't listen to what I just told you. Xu Lanhui flicked the oar, and the water in the pool shook Su Guandao's face.

"It's Uncle Su's mistake, you tell it again. Su Guandao was caught off guard, but he didn't lose his temper at all, and his kind face could be seen.

"Lately, I've been dreaming that there's a voice calling me. Xu Lanhui showed a puzzled look.

That voice was full of majesty and domineering, and there was a faint ...... A ......"

"Indescribable feeling?" Su Guandao continued with a smile.

"That's right!" Xu Lanhui plucked the piano, only thinking that what Uncle Su said was extremely true.

"That's when you're going to cross the catastrophe, and it's inevitable to have nightmares. Su Guandao stroked his gray beard and touched Xu Lanhui's head with a smile. The green silk is soft, and the faint aroma is very fresh in the air.

"No! It's a different feeling! It seems to be pulling me!" Xu Lanhui looked to the east, with a hint of expectation in her bright eyes.

"That's it!" Su pointed to the strings of the piano, and a few notes jumped on the lyre. I have to say that her piano skills have long left Su Guandao far behind.

The sound of the piano was crisp at first, then it seemed quite rich, and finally it even had the aura of a king dominating the world! The sound of the piano converged, and a dragon-like character stayed in the air for a while before dissipating.

At the same time, under a dilapidated shed, a knight in a hat opened his eyes.

"Yin Sword, since I came to the mortal realm, I feel as if something is pulling me in the dark. "This chivalrous man is the Ximen Tian who secretly descended to earth!

"Could it be the Tomb of the Human Emperor?" Ximen Tian looked at the southwest suspiciously, and his gaze just crossed with Xu Lanhui!