Whether it is an immortal cultivator or a mortal, they all know Kunlun Mountain.

Mortals sigh that it is tall and majestic, clouds and mist, and far away from the Central Plains, most people have only read it in poetry and legends, and the immortal cultivators admire its profound heritage, which is the first major faction in the world, and the head of ten thousand sects.

It is no longer known who the first immortal cultivator was, but when everyone remembers, the Kunlun Mountain Gate already existed.

Now that the world of cultivating immortals has gone through thousands of years, it is still showing vigorous vitality, and there are many people who ask for immortals like swimming fish, and everyone wants to leap into the dragon gate to become immortals. And in these long years, the immortals still did not appear, but there are so many powerful people, if the immortals are calling the wind and rain, immortality, these people are on top of it.

Lord Kunlun is one of the most legendary.

Since three thousand years ago, the Lord of Kunlun nailed the Heavenly Demon to Lingyun Platform with a sword, and then disappeared, some people say that the Lord of Kunlun has already stepped into the fairyland, and some people say that the Lord of Kunlun has been traveling in the world. Being able to see the Lord of Kunlun has become the long-cherished wish of many immortal cultivators, and many of them have never seen the Lord of Kunlun from the drooping child to the yellow-haired old man.

In the past 3,000 years, the Lord of Kunlun has only appeared in front of everyone three times.

One is to kill the fat relics of the strange beast and rescue Kyushu from the great drought, one is to send back the barge dog that the ancestor of Taihua Mountain has lost, and the other is to save the little disciples who were sent down the mountain to step on the trap of the nine-tailed fox.

The earth-shattering power of the Kunlun Lord will always remain in the history of the immortal cultivation world, and the remaining two times are different, compared to the former, it is just a trivial matter. Therefore, every time they talk about the Lord of Kunlun, people will focus on his ability to reach the heavens when cutting the fat relics, such as cutting Xiaoci Mountain into two sections and diverting Weishui. When the last two times are mentioned, people who are enjoying it will quickly bring it over, saying that the Lord of Kunlun is doing it easily, thinking in their hearts about what is going on with this Lord of Kunlun, why not do something earth-shattering every time he appears, so as to tell the legend more enjoyable.

The news of the return of the Kunlun Lord to Kunlun was like an earth-shattering thunderclap above the head of the immortal cultivation world.

There was an endless stream of cranes and blue birds sending letters, and the Alien Beast Pavilion in Kunlun Mountain soon couldn't live anymore, and on the day when the mountain behind the Alien Beast Pavilion was also head to tail, the messengers and the elders of the various factions who were writing letters sounded in their minds at the moment when the sunset was about to end.

"Your greetings have been received below, thank you here, the coming day is long, and there will be a narrative in the end. ”

Many old men covered their faces and cried when they heard the transmission, so frightened that the little apprentice who was grinding ink knocked over the inkstone.

After all, when they heard the legend of the Lord of Kunlun, they were still children, the white horse passed through the gap, and the immortal road was long, and they could still get the transmission of the Lord of Kunlun, and it was not reasonable not to be excited.

Putting aside this matter for the time being, return to Kunlun Mountain.

Kunlun, as the first major sect in the world of cultivating immortals, is known as the three guests of the immortal family together with Taihua Mountain and Emei Mountain.

The Kunlun Mountains wind like a giant dragon lying on the ground, and the peaks as steep as the blade of a sword are as many as trees in the forest. The highest towering main peak is like a giant standing between heaven and earth, and there is a huge palace in the Kunlun Mountains according to the ancient formation, if you see it for the first time, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the heavenly palace.

The Kunlun Mountain Gate is opened every ten years, and it is nowhere to be found in ordinary times, for mortals this is a mountain range that is difficult to climb, they can't see the pavilions and palaces in those swirling clouds, and they don't know that there are nearly 10,000 immortal cultivators living in it.

The highest Lingyun platform in Kunlun is covered with snow all year round, and the buildings on it have been empty for three thousand years, and the disciples will only go in and clean it once at a certain time.

It was the residence of the Lord of Kunlun.

It happened at sunset three days ago, when the disciples who were cultivating had begun to finish their day's cultivation and walked away from the practice room, the library pavilion, and the Dan furnace to the canteen on the mountainside.

This was the most shocking moment in the entire Kunlun except for the morning class, where people flying in the sky and running on the ground, wearing cyan, blue, and gray disciple uniforms rushed to a location.

This is also a rule that has never changed since Kunlun opened the mountain - no matter what level of disciple, all meals can be chosen, but there is never enough food.

Every time the twilight bell rang, the scene of hungry disciples rushing down the mountain had never changed.

But less than a moment after the twilight bell rang this time, most of the disciples were still on their way to the dining room, and the bell rang again.

In the next moment, everyone realized that something was wrong.

They raised their heads, the blood-red sunset slowly slipped into the cascading peaks, the glow on the horizon reflected the purple-red sky, and no one knocked on the ancient bell of the Fengqing Cliff, but the thick bell echoed throughout Kunlun like a wave half and layer by layer, time seemed to be frozen, and the disciples stopped and looked up at the highest peak of Kunlun-Lingyuntai.

At this time, Feng Qingzi, who was standing on the practice ground, slammed his staff to the ground, and the invisible aura spread outward with him as the center, and everyone in the entire Kunlun felt the coercion of the master, and the younger disciples all fell directly to the ground.

At this time, they heard Yun Qingzi's old voice.

"Get down on your knees—"

Lord Kunlun is back.

There was no wind and no sound, and a cyan figure tiptoed a little and landed lightly on the eaves of Lingyun Tower. The last remnants of the setting sun slowly faded behind him, and he stood in the dim light.

This is the highest place in Kunlun Mountain, from here to look down, from the practice ground of Fengqing Cliff, to the plank road in the mountain, the path in the forest, in the distance to the Thousand Blades Peak, Karakuri Pavilion, are full of disciples.

No one spoke, and at the same time, a voice suddenly sounded in everyone's head: "Get up, go to eat, don't worship me." ”

It was a rather young man's voice.