"100 Years...... Two, do you know how many demons and ghosts have been suppressed in the abyss under the sacrificial platform for countless years?" The rosary in his hand rolls forward one by one.

"A hundred years, if Xiaoqing had been cultivating by our side, there would have been earth-shaking changes, if you were in your temple for a hundred years, your Excellency would not have the high law of training divine beasts, and it would be difficult to cultivate an inch. Ximen Tian thought about it, and still firmly rejected the request of Master Yizen.

"If you can't cross it, destroy it all. Five hundred years is too long, if you don't agree, then fight!" Before the monks could speak, several sword qi were already circling around Ximen Tian's body, and the murderous aura was everywhere, obviously showing the final determination.

"How can you not think about the creatures of the world?" Ruokong was one of the few Vientiane monks who knew about the existence of the relics, so he naturally knew how terrible it was under the abyss. Once this group of things is released and let them wander around, the low-level immortal cultivators and mortals who live in the immortal cultivation realm will be greatly impacted.

"I think about the living beings in the world, who thinks about me!" As soon as he heard this, Ximen Tian suddenly couldn't control his emotions, and the scales on his body surged.

"Ask the sky. Su Qin saw that something was wrong, and a pure immortal qi crossed into his meridians. The majestic aura from the dantian and the little dragon qi contained in the dragon vein were instantly suppressed, and the scales were quickly interrupted.

"This ......" Master Yizen and the four elders all saw the violence, unwillingness, anger, and a little helplessness that the young man in white had released. These negative breaths are infinitely amplified by the dragon power. The Buddhists looked at the surface and knew it, and at that time they also understood that Ximen Tian must have had many encounters before.

"Abbot, in just a hundred years, how can we turn the captured demons and ghosts into one!" Several monks who knew about it were also anxious, and they all passed on the message to a Zen master.

Su Qin and Ximen Tian also stopped talking, just quietly looked at this handsome monk, as if waiting for the final result.

"A hundred years is a hundred years. After a long time, a heavy voice sounded. The two of them were relieved when they heard the desired result. After all, it is better not to make a move unless it is absolutely necessary.

Then he took his leave. Ximen Tian took the Heart Sutra and hugged his fists. Su Qin also owed slightly.

Although the monks were dissatisfied, they still followed the abbot's words, reluctantly put away the magic weapon and made way for the two.

Two breezes blew, except for the messy Manjusri Temple, this man and woman seemed to have never appeared.

"Quick, reinforce the seal. ”

Somewhere, the round mirror technique faded, and the scene disappeared into the invisible space.

In the extremely cold air, gusts of wind blew. A white and a purple cloth walked in the air, as fast as a streamer.

"It's a pity that without Xiaoqing, our rush time is much slower. Ximen Tian was also a little stunned. Although he always quarrels with this underage little Qingluan, when facing this fierce wind, he can't help but think of its cyan wings.

"Next, where are we going?" Su Qin didn't seem so lost, just quietly snuggled up to Ximentian's side.

"Next. Ximen Tian paused, and the golden domineering phantom in the tomb of Marquis Wu came to mind.

"Go to the Heavenly Broken Mountains. ”

"Good. ”

The Tianduan Mountain Range is the place where Simon Feixue, the ancestor of the Simon family, fell.

Six hundred years ago, a seriously injured Vientiane genius immortal cultivator stood on the top of the mountain, surrounded by hundreds of lost minds of immortal demon sect cultivators, among whom there were many famous celestial masters in the immortal cultivation world.

One person, one sword! The world is shocked, but there are no gods and ghosts!

Although he was eventually exterminated by many immortal cultivators, this new star from the mortal realm who was like a flash in the pan will always be engraved in the hearts of some immortal cultivators.

Although the higher-ups of the Immortal Demon did not know the true inside story and still regarded him as their enemy, because of their respect for his arrogance and courage, they finally retained the Heavenly Broken Mountain Range and no longer embarrassed the Ximen family in the mortal realm.

Six hundred years have passed, too many things have happened in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, the story of the Heavenly Broken Mountain Range has long been faded, and the Ximen family has also been wiped out in a conspiracy.

Today, Ximen Tian came to worship his ancestors!

"It's almost there. In the endless mountains, Ximen Tian suddenly struck with a sword momentum, and his eyes showed excitement. Although he is now a monk in Vientiane, he has never forgotten the uninhibited and indulgent golden figure when he was a teenager, as well as the sword shadow in the sky!

Su Qin was stunned for a moment, and stared at Ximen Tian with soft eyes. She knew that half of the young man's heart in front of her belonged to his family.

"Qin'er, let's go!" Ximen Tian's vast spiritual power poured into Qingluan's fire sword, and Qingluan's song resounded through the clouds.

In the midst of the heavy mist, a chaotic aura suddenly emanated. Under the outline of the mist, a majestic mountain shadow appeared in front of the two of them.

"Who's coming!" In just an instant, dozens of figures surrounded the two of them.

Ximen Tian snorted coldly, hundreds of sword qi strangled past, the figures shattered, and the surrounding fog disappeared in an instant.

"This is the magic weapon left by the dead monks. Su Qin hooked the index finger of her right hand, and a ball-shaped magic weapon appeared in her hand.

In the center of the magic weapon, a deadly sword mark was clearly visible. This sword mark is nine points similar to the sword mark on the secret book handed down by the Simon family! The extra point is an unyielding and proud murderous aura!

Ximen Tian stroked the sword marks, and suddenly raised his head, and the snow-capped Tianduan Mountain Range had already come into view.

"Heaven breaks...... Heaven breaks. "Simon shrank into inches, and in a blink of an eye he was at the foot of the mountain. Looking up at the dense prohibition of hundreds of years ago and the broken bones of the wreckage submerged in the snow, a trace of anger surged uncontrollably.

"Ask the sky. Su Qin patted it gently, and the cool fairy qi was like a gurgling stream, moisturizing its four meridians and eight veins. The nameless fire in Ximen Tian's heart was instantly extinguished.

"Although I have twenty years of conscience practice, the dragon clan's exercises are not so easy to control. Yingying Yanyan's voice came into his ears, and Ximen Tian was startled, and his eyes showed a trace of clarity.

"We walked up. ”

One step, one step...... Combat boots creak and creak in the snow. Everywhere he passed, there were the remains of immortal cultivators and broken magic weapons. After hundreds of years, the snow of the Tianduan Mountain Range has already buried most of it, and some can only see the feathers on the battle helmets.

Ximen Tian didn't say a word, and Su Qin also looked around roughly, looking at the extremely tragic scene, frowning slightly.

"Squeak, squeak. Braving the heavy snow, the two of them walked towards the top of the steep mountain.

When he reached the halfway point of the mountain, Ximentian's footsteps suddenly paused, and he suddenly looked to the side, and the snow at this time had covered his calves, and every step was very difficult.