One stroke at a time.

Ning Shu was still standing in front of the bluestone waving his sword, he didn't know how many times he had copied that sentence, he was fully integrated into the artistic conception of that sentence, and at the same time recovering the mana he had consumed before.

When he stopped, an inexplicable meaning appeared on the sword, and even the murderous aura in the sword that originally needed to be refined for a long time was also refined.

He started and planned to continue up the mountain.

But it stopped.

Because the stone steps are at the end, there is nothing ahead.

Ning Shu raised his head and looked at the sky, a full moon was hanging, emitting a soft light, there were no stars in the sky, and the whole sky was like water lines, rippling with the moonlight.

He was fascinated, but he felt that the sky was getting blurrier and more blurry, and the moonlight was unreal.

Ning Shu lowered his head, pondered for a moment, and then raised his head again, his eyes looking ahead.

"Delusion. ”

As he said two words, the sword in his hand flashed.

Nothing has changed, but it has changed.

The Mi Luo Yingyue robe on his body was intact, there were no wounds on his hands or shoulders, and his hair that had been loose was tied back up.

An ancient temple appeared in front of the stone steps.

"Hanshan Temple. ”

In the open space in front of the temple, a man was sitting cross-legged.

The moonlight was sprinkled on his body, and the dark purple robe bloomed gorgeously in the moonlight, like a god bathed in the power of the stars.

His eyes were closed, his shiny eyelashes fluttering gently with his gentle breathing, and his handsome face was like jade.

There is a long sword in front of him, there is a three-legged monster bird at the hilt, the sword body is engraved with feathers, and the whole sword presents a kind of demonic red gold, like a burning sun, which is extremely gorgeous.

If there is anyone in this world who can leave an indelible mark in his heart at a glance at the past, then there is no doubt that the handsome young man sitting in front of Hanshan Temple is that kind of person, with an indisputable confidence all over his body, as long as he appears.

He is the main character.

The young man seemed to notice Ning Shu's arrival, he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were with some red gold, like a flame, very charming, he nodded towards Ning Shu, revealing a smile.

Peaceful and humble, with a hint of apology.

In addition to this, there is also a trace of undisguised domineering.

The meaning is obvious, that is, since I am the first, I can only say sorry to you, and if you still insist, then I still have a sword.

Both restrained and strong.

Ning Shu also nodded in return, and then found an open space to sit down, but none of the moonlight in the sky favored him, all of them converged on the young man in the center.

He was also calm.

Ning Shu had long known that he was not the first to go to Hanshan Temple, but he was a little surprised that he was the second place, this fairy fate of Luyang Guanyue already had an owner, and he had nothing to ask for, so he naturally would not do the thing of forcibly twisting melons.

Since there is no fate, then let it be.

......

......

Just after Ning Shu stepped into the Hanshan Temple, a Taoist was ushered in on the stone steps at the bottom of the mountain.

His robes were stained with blood, and his eyes were cold.

He looked around around without emotion.

There was a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth, but he hid it well.

The Taoist was the descendant of the Kunlun Immortal Palace's Jade Ding Hall that Ning Shu and the three of them had met before.

Since entering the mountain, Xuan Ion has been heading towards the Hanshan Temple, and he is proud of the transmission runes, and he doesn't bother to look at the so-called enchantment map.

As a result, he accidentally stepped on an unknown rune, which should not have been like this, but because that rune was really similar to the teleportation rune in his immortal palace, he subconsciously walked up.

He was then transported to a cave of wild boar spirits.

The wild boar essence has been entrenched in the mountains for a hundred years, and it is expected to be a high-grade cultivation in the habitat, and it is even more rough and thick, and it took a lot of effort to cut the demon king under the sword, and the moon-white robe is also cheap with demon blood.

Leaving the cave, he immediately encountered a night owl, with sharp claws like divine weapons, and agile body, and Xuan Ion fought with it for a long time before he could win.

After that, he killed seven or eight demon beasts one after another, the weakest of them all had the cultivation of the Divine Mind Realm, and he didn't know how many times he had scolded the person who scribbled on the place, and he couldn't wait to use the sword in his hand to break that person's body into ten thousand pieces.

After some twists and turns, Xuan Ion came to the foot of Hanshan Temple, his body was covered with the blood of demon beasts, and he looked like a sloppy beggar.

"Poof. ”

Just as everyone's eyes were looking at Xuan Ion, an inopportune laugh rang out in the middle of the room, obviously disgusted.

Just like Ning Shu's previous voice, this laughter echoed on the stone steps.

Everyone's faces changed slightly, thinking to themselves which heartless bastard was laughing at this time, didn't he see that the heir of the Kunlun Immortal Palace was having a black face on his head? When is it not good to laugh, but he will laugh here, and he is not afraid of being used as a punching bag.

Most importantly, the man laughed ...... Cheap.

The person who made this cheap laugh was Yuan Youtao.

Whether it was in front of the Land Temple or when he met Xuan Ion at the foot of the mountain before, Xuan Ion was dressed in a moon-white robe, condescending, and full of arrogance, in his own words, it was a stinky fart to the extreme.

Now looking at Xuan Ion covered in blood and his cloak spreading, Young Master Yuan naturally laughed wildly in his heart.

I didn't expect you to be arrogant, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and you have today?

Then he couldn't help laughing, and after laughing halfway, Yuan Youtao felt that something was wrong, so he forcibly held back the second half of the laughter, but it didn't help, everyone looked in his direction.

It was as if everyone was eating quietly, and he suddenly let out a very loud fart, and on this stone step, his laughter had already achieved the same effect.

Even worse, if he farted, he might just be kicked out of the restaurant, and his laughter would definitely be thrown down the mountain by the Taoist priest who was full of indifference, was trapped, and killed seven or eight demon beasts.

So Yuan Youtao moved behind Zhang of course, wanting to use Zhang of course to block himself.

The result was useless, of course how could Zhang block the big fish and meat watered by the big fish and meat, only to see that two-thirds of the round body of the big young master Yuan was exposed, like a big fat bear hiding behind a tree.

Xuan Ion naturally heard Yuan Youtao's laughter, and it became even more harsh in his ears, when he saw Yuan Youtao and recognized him as the fat Taoist priest he had seen in the mountains before, he was surprisingly lifeless, because he found that only two of the original three Taoist priests were left, and the little Taoist priest among them was gone.

He must have died in the mountains, he thought to himself.

In this case, why did he waste his time for this fat Taoist priest, and killing this fat Taoist priest in front of so many people did him no good, maybe he would have to bear the charge of cannibalism in the Daomen.

It's not worth it.

What's more, he didn't see the person he wanted to see in the field.

Then there is no time to waste here.

So he stepped up the steps of the mountain.

The spiritual coercion that those present had personally experienced did not seem to exist in Xuan Ion, and he only saw that Xuan Ion was like a person in a hurry, and after a short time, he walked to the top of the stone steps and entered another enchantment.

"Sure enough, it's a descendant disciple of Kunlun Immortal Palace. Zhang of course exclaimed.

"When are you going up?" asked Yuan Youtao.

"I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm not going to go. ”

Of course, Zhang didn't care about it, he lay down on the stone steps with grace, closed his eyes and began to sleep.

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......

Xuan Ion frowned as he looked at the leaves falling in front of him with the wind, he obviously felt that these leaves were not ordinary leaves, but murderous weapons, and at the same time he felt that the magic intent in his body had disappeared, and now he was just an ordinary Taoist priest in ragged robes.

He walked on the mountain path that Ning Shu had also walked before.

He understood that these were all illusions, and this was because the power of the Taiyin stars of Luyang Guanyue was too strong, which caused the aura trend of the entire Garan Mountain to be chaotic, forming a special field.

Since it's an illusion, it's okay to treat him as a fake.

Xuan Ion was in a hurry, and he didn't even take out his sword, and the entangled beauty Yaksha around him dispersed one after another, and the leaves cut on his body without leaving a trace, and the pressure like a mountain pressed on him, and he never bent down.

"I'm from Kunlun, the demons in my heart have long been wiped out, how can the red dust karma stop me, in this case, this mountain road is just a mountain road. ”

Xuan Ion walked on the mountain road without stopping, ignoring the spring water of the mountain stream, ignoring the wild flowers on the side of the road, ignoring the moonlight on his body, because he didn't want to waste any time on the road.

He walked to the narrow mountain path.

"Wandering towards the Divine Dynasty?"

"Jade Tripod Ion"

On the mountain road, Xuan Ion inevitably encountered a fat man who was struggling with the rock wall.

He recognized who this fat man was, this fat man was the leader of the younger generation of cultivators in the Divine Dynasty, known as Yue Xuan, who was unparalleled in physical skills.

"Can you please let me go, I'm going back. ”

Just as Xuan Ion was thinking about how to bypass this powerful fat man and continue to move forward, he didn't expect that Yue Xuan, who knew the dream realm, would actually go back the same way?

"As you can see, it's risky for my body to want to go over, and we don't have mana now, so I don't want to make meatloaf under the mountain. Yue wandered and patted his stomach.

Xuan Ion didn't know how to answer him for a while.

Then the two people walked in unison face to face, one slowly retreated, the other slowly walked forward, and finally returned to the starting point of the mountain path.

"Thank you. ”

After Yue wandered and saluted Xuan Ion, he happily went down the mountain.

Xuan Ion couldn't understand why the person who claimed to be unparalleled in physical skills was a fat man?

He thought as he walked through the narrow mountain path.

He looked at the pale forerunners who were under mental shock with disdain, and he didn't even intend to pull back the person who stepped off the cliff with half a foot, but his expression became more and more solemn, because he never saw the person he wanted to see.

So his pace became faster and faster, and just like that, he walked to the bluestone.

Xuan Ion paused and looked at it for a while, and sneered, "Since you are a great cultivator of the Void Realm, why do you still have a connection with the hustle and bustle of the world?

Then he broke the illusion.

Then he saw Ning Shu sitting cross-legged on the side.

And the god-like youth bathed in the moonlight.

His face was as cold as ice.