"I... There are still some things that are not done. Ximen Tian remembered the decades of calamities in the mortal realm, and his fists clenched involuntarily.

Tang Dynasty, Xu Song and his son, Duan Ping, Duanmuxuan, Baihua Valley, Huidaomeng, Wanyue Headquarters...... These past events should also be decided by themselves.

Today's Ximen Tian is no longer the Daoxuan monk who fled in embarrassment under the dual pursuit of the Tang Dynasty and the Hui Dao Alliance.

He already has the cultivation of the late stage of Vientiane, and he is only one step away from reaching the Great Perfection of Vientiane, so as to pursue the realm of unity with heaven and man who are in harmony with all things.

"Lan Hui, go, go to the mortal realm. Ximen Tian hugged Lan Hui and turned into a streamer and flew straight towards Kunlun Mountain.

A month later, a young man with a baby in his arms appeared at the foot of the hill at the headquarters of the Huidao Alliance.

At this time, the Huidao Alliance moved south many times, and the layout and deployment of the mountain protection formation were completed in a hurry. Even so, the heavy formations laid down by this cloth are still a rare skill in the mortal realm.

The young man was dressed in white, with a restrained breath, and he only looked like he had the cultivation of King Kong in the early stage. He seemed to miss this feeling very much, and walked along the bluestone path step by step towards the mountain.

"Who is coming?" The disciples guarding the gate are all cultivators from the fourth level of Qi cultivation to the seventh level of Qi training, and they are still wearing the unique costumes of the Huidao Alliance, and when they see this, they all draw their swords, and their movements are uniform.

"Huidao Alliance, how is it like a military camp now. Ximen Tian shook his head, ignored all these disciples, and just walked towards the mountain gate.

He didn't know that due to the successive years of conquest with Zhao Ting and the Southern Barbarian forces, in order to maintain the position of the Huidao Alliance in the south of the Yangtze River and protect the living space of the martial arts people, Su Guandao, the leader of the Huidao Alliance, had to fully adopt the military system and gather all the martial arts people who were originally half-gathered and half-scattered.

"Approaching the heavy land, with bad intentions, kill!" Seeing that Ximen Tian ignored the warning, the first disciple couldn't hold it back, and swung his sword to slash at Ximen Tian. This sword was unusually sharp, and a spiritual light flashed when it slashed towards Ximen Tian, and it seemed to be a low-grade spiritual weapon.

"Wow!" The edge of the long sword shook into Lan Hui's eyes under the reflection of the sun, and Lan Hui immediately burst into tears.

Ximen Tian snorted lightly, and the disciple's wrist was numb, and the spiritual weapon came out of his hand.

"I'm looking for Su Guandao. He threw down a sentence, and then turned into a streamer and passed the mountain gate.

The disciples still wanted to intercept it, but they didn't expect Ximen Tian to disappear in a blink of an eye.

"There!" A disciple's eyes were sharp, and he immediately crushed the jade slip, and the formation jointly laid out by Su Guandao and the elders was immediately triggered.

"This formation can't break into even if it's in the early stage of Vientiane for a while, you hurry up and report to the elder, and we will stop him. The gatekeeper team sounded a sharp alarm, and the three teams on duty quickly approached the mountain gate of the Huidao Alliance.

As soon as Ximen Tian took a step, an invisible barrier blocked him, and a unicorn phantom leaped into the array. Although on the surface, there was only this unicorn phantom, in fact, Ximen Tian saw the large and small connected formations in the formation, and once triggered, it would have a chain reaction.

"Report your name!Otherwise, you will be killed on the spot!" Seeing Ximen Tian's footsteps, the disciples of the Huidao Alliance chased after him, and the killing array quickly condensed.

But in the next moment, the disciples who were guarding outside the formation were all petrified, and the few timid disciples were already frightened.

They saw with their own eyes that under the obstruction of the big array, this young man in white who was holding a baby disappeared directly in front of their eyes in front of them, ignoring the formation!

"Senior brother, did you say we saw a ghost? The corners of the disciple's mouth twitched in black, revealing a look of horror.

"Maybe because of the forced breaking of the formation, he was strangled into ashes by the formation. "As a relatively high-level blue-clothed disciple, the captain is obviously more aware of the power of the Great Array, but there is still a trace of doubt in his heart.

The rest of the team then arrived quickly after a few breaths, and returned to their original positions when they were told they were fine.

"The formation is still a little rough. Ximen Tian shook his head and walked slowly along the path towards the meeting hall of the Huidao League.

Along the way, the disciples in various costumes hurriedly walked around, only turning their heads slightly, looking at Lan Hui in Ximen Tian's arms, showing a look of surprise.

The atmosphere of the Huidao Alliance is no longer as relaxed as it was back then, but the neat rocks and the earth-shattering killing shouts of the martial arts arena have made it even more depressing.

Ximen Tian didn't comment, just hugged Lan Hui and counted the steps silently. He was dressed in white and fluttering, and he stood out among the various colors.

A blue-clothed disciple followed behind the purple-clothed disciple and passed by Ximentian. The blue-clothed disciple turned his head in some confusion.

Looking at Ximentian's back, someone finally noticed that something was wrong.

"It seems to be Ximen Tian who assassinated the alliance leader back then!Go and report to the alliance leader!" The purple-clothed core disciple beside him suddenly remembered this familiar face, and his tone suddenly became urgent.

"Seven hundred and thirteen, seven hundred and fourteenth......" Of course, Ximen Tian heard the conversation between the two disciples, but he didn't care at all, and was concentrating on counting the steps.

Step by step, he hugged Lan Hui, and the target was still the small pavilion in the mountains. It was October, and there was a light snow in the sky at some point.

In the residence of the leader of the Huidao Alliance, Su Guandao had already received the message. He immediately put down the military book, his face was solemn, and then slowly walked to the courtyard, stretched out his hand, and let some snowflakes fall on the palm of his hand.

He hesitated, but finally turned into a streamer and flew down the mountain.

"Eight hundred and ninety-sixth, eight hundred and ninety-seventh......" Ximen Tian's footsteps paused slightly, obviously sensing Su Guandao's existence. He still didn't respond, but walked up step by step.

"Alliance leader. When the disciples who passed by saw the alliance leader, they all made a simple fist salute.

Su Guandao waved his hand, signaling that the disciple did not need to be polite, and his slightly deep eyes were still staring at the young man in white. The two sides did not say a word, nor did they attack, and their attitudes remained surprisingly consistent.

"From the mountain road to the pavilion, it is still nine hundred and ninety-eight steps. Ximen Tian raised his head, and a hint of emotion appeared in his starry eyes.

Back then, his biological father Ximen Heng carried him on his back not long after he was born, braved the heavy snow, kowtowed step by step, and sent him to the Huidao League. Since then, Huidaomeng has been his home, and the middle-aged uncle Xiao Teng, who is a little greedy but cares about him very much, is his father-in-law.

"I didn't expect to ask you now. Ximen Tian sighed, as if he was talking to the air, and it was also like talking to Su Guandao.

"Aren't you afraid that I will chase after the events of the past and let your daughter go?" Su Guandao stroked his beard and said half-jokingly. Since Ximen Tian personally went up the mountain, all his suspicions about the young man in white have all dissipated.

"You should know the truth, and it's easy for me to kill you now. Ximen Tian chuckled, of course he knew about Wanyue pretending to assassinate Su Guandao.

"Take care of her, just like my stepfather, okay?" Ximen Tian handed over his daughter to him, turned around, and walked down the mountain step by step. The white clothes fluttered in the cold wind, looking extremely lonely.

Su Guandao nodded, as if he suddenly remembered something.

"What's her name?"

Ximen Tian paused, muttered three words in his mouth, and then turned into a streamer and left.

"Xu Lanhui. ”