The North Stygian Sea is boundless.

The territory of the mountain and sea boundary is incomparably vast, so far no one has explored to the end of the world, there are vast oceans on the north, south and east sides, respectively, Nanming, Beiming, East China Sea, although there is no Hanhai in the west, it is an endless wilderness, there are countless mountains and rivers, which are full of dangers, but also hide countless treasures.

The Nine Domains is the most prosperous center of the world, under the control of seventeen first-class sects, with a long inheritance and a long period of peace, and it is the "spiritual realm" in the hearts of many monks in remote places.

In addition, there are 12 continents and 3,000 realms in the realm of mountains and seas, covering all the wilderness and the three seas that have been discovered by the world.

In fact, to be precise, the Twelve Continents are the most powerful of the Three Thousand Realms, and it is only in the past thousand years that there has been a saying of "Twelve States".

As for the Three Thousand Realms, most of them are a safe realm opened up by the Great Monks in the Wilderness and the Three Seas, but due to the many crises in the Wilderness and the Three Seas, it is difficult to communicate between the various realms.

For more than 100,000 years since the Taisu Period, I don't know how many realms have suddenly flourished and suddenly declined, which is embarrassing.

Above the North Underworld.

Jinghan Taoist has been drifting on the North Underworld for more than ten years, and recently he suddenly felt that the road was difficult, and the road ahead was uncertain, although he had entered the realm of distraction, enjoying five thousand longevity, but the talent was mediocre, and now he was more than three thousand years old, I was afraid that there was no hope of advancing to the merger, so he gave birth to the idea of accepting disciples.

However, along the way, all the realms of the Northern Netherworld were in depression and decay, and he didn't see many young heroes, so he decided to return to the sect and look at the talents in the sect.

The Northern Heavenly Sect from which Jinghan Dao was born is the top three realms in the Northern Netherworld, close to Zhuling and Sizhen Erzhou, quite prosperous, and there have been many talents in the past.

In his thoughts, he has entered the junction of the North Hell's far sea and the near sea, where the wind is high and the waves are urgent, and there are thunderstorms in the air, even the high-level magic weapon that is very good at resisting water and flying has broken into it, and it is difficult to control the direction, and many unlucky monks may be lost in this stormy sea, and they will not be able to find an exit for hundreds or thousands of years.

However, Jinghan Daoist's cultivation is not low, and the grade of Fuyuege is not bad, as long as he concentrates, there will be no problems in thinking about it.

But he soon discovers that he was naïve – that accidents are accidents because they weren't expected before they happen.

"Boom!"

In the midst of the monstrous waves, there are suddenly a series of figures flashing by, they are small, ugly and hideous, but they are nimble and clever, good at feng shui, and often in groups, even in the boundless storm, they can come and go freely.

"Feng Yu!"

Jinghan Daoist recognized what it was, and immediately his scalp was numb, and he exclaimed.

Feng Huan's strength is nothing among the Northern Stygian Sea Beasts, but in the Storm Lands, even the sea beasts that are much stronger than them have only a dead end when they encounter them.

Every five hundred years, this stormy sea area at the junction of the Far Sea and the Offshore Sea of the Northern Underworld will have a powerful hand to clean up the demon beasts mixed in it, and now it has only been a hundred years since the last cleanup, how could Feng Yu appear here?

Jing Han Dao was worried in his heart, if he didn't leave the stormy sea before the Fengyu was encircled, he was afraid that he would die here.

However, things in the world are often not satisfactory, although the Jinghan Dao people used all kinds of means, but they were no match for the hundreds of Feng Huan, and they were soon attacked by the storm they controlled countless times, and the prohibition on the floating moon was dim, and it was already on the verge of damage.

The sound of Feng Yu was mixed with the monstrous wind and waves, faint and unclear, but the joy of being about to have a full meal seemed to penetrate through the wind and waves and enter the floating moon.

Jing Han Dao sighed in his heart, sacrificed his natal magic weapon, and prepared to fight to the death with Feng Yan.

But at this moment, the huge waves in the sea suddenly stagnated for a moment, and then a bright light broke through the sea and flew into the storm.

The light was too bright, and Jing Handao's eyes felt a tingling sensation for a moment, and he subconsciously closed his eyes, and then he heard a series of screams coming from the storm, indistinct, but he knew that it was real—it was the screams of Feng Yu before he died.

"What ......?"

Jing Han Dao felt a deep uneasiness in his heart, and he had a bad premonition, as if it was the demon beast that killed Feng Yan, and would it also attack him?

"Whoosh!"

A wisp of cold sword qi easily shredded the aura cover on the floating moon boat, stabbing at the center of Jing Handao's eyebrows, and in just an instant, it broke through his talisman magic weapon and body protection Linggang, leaving a deep blood mark in the center of his eyebrows.

The shadow of death fell on him, and he didn't even have time to react, and his eyebrows were cold.

"Am I dead......

After a long time, when he heard a clang, Jing Han Dao came back to his senses from the fear of dying, stretched out his hand and wiped his eyebrows, the wound was still bleeding, and the sword qi around the wound was obviously strange, and it was not so simple to be removed.

He didn't heal his injuries immediately, but instead set his eyes on the long sword at his feet.

This flying sword almost took his life, but in the end it spared him, why?

After doing psychological construction for a while, Jing Han Dao picked up the long sword from the ground, his eyes fixed on the two ancient words on the sword, and his heart was full of incredulity.

"Xuanming......?"

The first reaction of the Jinghan Dao people was - this is impossible.

About twenty years ago, the Nine Abysses opened, and the Great Cultivators of the Merge Period from the Nine Shao Palace, the Xuanshen Sword Sect, the Charm Xuangong and other first- and second-grade sects entered the depths of the Nine Abyss, opened the seal, and found the rumored Xuanming Sword.

It's a pity that due to the competition among everyone, the Xuanming Sword finally fell deeper into the Nine Abyss, and only five of those great powers escaped, and now it seems that they are still recuperating in the sect, and they have not come out to walk so far.

Since the Xuanming Sword had disappeared into the depths of the Nine Abyss, why did it appear in the Northern Underworld at this time?

This must be a sword imitated by later generations!

Maybe it just happened to bump into a name, that's all.

But...... What if it's true?

Jinghan Daoist has been unknown for most of his life, although he has had a lot of adventures, but compared to the things that the great powers and Tianjiao in the mountain and sea realms have done, those adventures are simply not worth mentioning.

He had never felt that the legend was so close to him......

At this moment, Jing Handao's heart was shaken fiercely.

There was a glimmer of longing in his heart, if he could have the Xuanming Sword, then all the problems that bothered him would not be a problem......

As long as he is careful, no one will know that the Xuanming Sword is in his hands, and with the help of the Xuanming Sword, he will have enough time to step on the peak and fulfill that prophecy.

"Whoever gets this sword, the ghosts and gods are easy to change, and they can be the co-masters of the world. ”

This trace of longing instantly became incomparably huge, and the Jinghan Daoist subconsciously clenched the long sword in his hand, his gaze changed from doubt to hesitation to wavering, and finally fixed on eagerness.

"I'm going to keep this sword. He muttered, "It could be the Xuanming Sword...... No, it's the Xuanming Sword. ”

"It must be. ”