More than 20 years have passed, and the old traces left by that night have been washed by time, leaving only the pale red blood and indifferent sadness, and the memories have been deliberately forgotten, carefully, and no one will mention them again.

Everything was expected by him and under his control.

The body that the Ziyang Dao people are looking for can only be a mixed blood, and they are lucky enough to survive the first bloodline awakening, and they can still maintain their self-consciousness as a "mule", just like Ruan Jing. Ruan Jing has already cultivated the Qing Ming Technique, and the progress is making rapid progress, the Ziyang Daoist felt guilty for his junior brother Yue Shuo, and decided to let her stay out of the matter, so he handed over all the fragments of the demon refining bag left by Mobei Zhenren to Ruan Jing, and entrusted her with the important task of finding a suitable target, accepting apprentices on behalf of her father, passing on the exercises, and introducing them into the Imperial Sword Sect.

Ruan Jing lived up to her trust, traveled to Kunlun, and brought back the dragon Jiang Yongshou and the blue bird Pan Yun from the Barbarian Bone Forest, but they were not strong enough, and the Ziyang Dao people were not satisfied, so they put them aside to watch the after-effects, although Jiang and Pan were resentful, they could only do so for the time being.

On the other hand, the matter of contacting Pan Chengnian went very smoothly, and the people of Ziyang Dao saw it very accurately, and it was a great temptation to ascend to the upper realm, in order to show his sincerity and strengthen his heart to deal with the demon phoenix of Biwu Island, he handed over the mountain and river vitality lock to Pan Chengnian, and paid a small price in exchange for the full support of this great monk in the tribulation period.

The change in Chixia Valley was the result of the conspiracy of the two of them.

What the people of Ziyang Dao did not expect was that Ruan Jing relied on the Flying Frost Sword to cover the moon, and he made a desperate bet to shake the twenty-four Dinghai Pearls, and was seriously injured, and his body almost collapsed, so he had to enter the Demon Suppression Tower to survive, and what surprised him even more was that Wei Qiqi, an inner disciple of the Xiandu Sect, actually came to the Phoenix Terrace of the Cliff Peak, which brought him a great surprise.

The descendants of the dragon zeba snake, who have succeeded in cultivating the "Heavenly Fox Earth Hidden Gong", have refined the natal flying sword, and in time, this is his soaring treasure raft and the body of the relinquishment!

From that day on, the eyes of the Ziyang Dao people have always been on Wei Qiqi, watching him fight Guo Kui, watching him defeat Jiang Yongshou, watching him stand out in the year-end gambling game, watching him condense the demon pill, casting the "King Kong" law body, watching him tear apart the five-color divine light and kill Lu Ping. The wisp of green sword silk that Qingming left in the center of his eyebrows was his heart and his eyes.

The only thing he didn't see was what happened when Wei XVII's soul broke into the Demon Suppression Tower, between reality and fiction.

It was Sword Spirit Jiuli who saw all this, but for some considerations, he didn't tell the Ziyang Daoist.

This body is perfect enough, and all that remains to do is to sacrifice the mountains and rivers to refine the vitality lock, wait for the combination of yin and yang, kill Biwu Island in the East China Sea, take the body of the demon phoenix, and save this world. Wu Ziyang, Pan Chengnian, Qingying Sword, Xiantian Ding, Supreme Sword Domain, Step Void Cave Heaven, Mountains and Rivers Yuan Qi Lock, Thunder and Fire Tribulation Clouds, Demon Phoenix has thousands of means, all kinds of magical powers, where can they escape!

The world is impermanent, life is unsatisfactory, and ten are always eight / nine. The small crack in the sky of the extreme north, the torrent of time gushing in, the sword that saved his life in death, and Wei XVII, who pulled out a Maoli world and did nothing, made a wrong step, a wrong step, and variables appeared one after another, one link after another, pushing him into the endless abyss.

He can't give up, he can only be reincarnated.

Kunlun stretches for thousands of miles, is the ancestor of ten thousand mountains, there is a native village in the mountain col, migrated from the barbarian bone forest here, difficult and bumpy, struggling to survive.

Abandon the cultivation of the heavens, annihilate all memories, and be willing to suffer the six reincarnations, and a little spiritual light is reincarnated here.

From the native baby to the young hunter, to the Xiluo boatman, to the fur tanner, to the cabinet apprentice, to the four shopkeepers, to the Kunlun men, to the peak of sword cultivation, the spirit is not lost, the original intention has not changed, and at this time, it is finally a matter of course. The taste of white water tofu evokes memories, the past and present lives are mixed together, it is difficult to distinguish each other, he holds a piece of trembling tofu between him, it takes a long time to send it to his mouth, taste it carefully, and taste a trace of bitterness.

When will the west wind come?

Unconsciously, the world has already undergone earth-shaking upheaval, he is no longer the head of Kunlun back then, Kunlun, is no longer Kunlun of the year, the former protagonist, the chess player, now retreated to the dragon set, chess pieces, standing in front of the stage radiant, is Fu Difang, is Wei Seventeen, is the black dragon Guan Ao, is the demon phoenix Mu Hao, Dongming City is a huge back/scene, he is just a pattern on the back/scene, a touch of bright color.

Jin San Province drank the village liquor dry, ate the tofu clean, and stood up with interest, preventing the shopkeeper Yang from continuing to serve the wine. He took out a small ingot of gold from his sleeve, gently placed it on the table, waved his hand at the shopkeeper Yang, and said, "Thank you for the trouble." ”

Shopkeeper Yang stepped forward and wanted to say something, but Jin Sanxing had already turned around and left, and his lonely back disappeared into the long street, heading towards the Demon Refining Mountain.

When he arrives on the mountain, what will he do? Continue to follow the path arranged by others, or will he have a showdown with Wei Qiqi? He has been resolute all his life, and he will make a decision when he is decided, but he is a little hesitant at this moment.

Eight stone steps mountain road, different paths to the same destination, choose one, from the foot of the mountain to the top, through seven mountain gates, the three provinces of Jin walked unhurriedly, when he appeared on the top of the mountain, looked around, fountains, statues, silver hook workshop, bell tower, a bead, silent song, fire crow hall, red star merit hall, cabinet workshop six, one by one in sight.

The bronze bell buzzed, a thunder rang, and the long sword on his back flew out of the sheath, cruising around the three provinces of Jin, as if he was looking forward to it.

Jin Sansheng muttered, "Did you just come up with that?"

In an instant, his soul shook, the true yuan boiled, and the endless power flowed wantonly in his body, he couldn't help but reach out and hold the two-foot-seven-inch long flying sword, and his wrist flipped lightly, throwing out a wisp of gray sword wire, fluttering and melodious towards the sky.

The smoke and dust that covered the sky and the sun were stirred by the sword wire, slowly rotated, and converged into a huge whirlpool, and the long-lost sunlight shot down ten thousand golden arrows, illuminating the Demon Refining Mountain one piece brightly, one piece dark, and the fierce sword intent burst out, like rippling water, scattering and flowing, firmly and slowly expelling everyone.

Under the persecution of the sword intent, everyone scattered one after another, and in the end, there were very few who could still stay on the top of the mountain.

Wei XVII, Ruan Jing, Park Tianwei, Chu Ge, Shi Tiezhong, Mo Anchuan, Ding Yuan.

The second strand of sword wire was thrown, followed by the third, and then the fourth, the speed became faster and faster, the first wisp was not broken, the latter wisp had gushed out, and the gray sword wire completely dispersed the smoke and dust, revealing a clear and translucent sky.

The sky was as blue as words, and the clouds were as white as marshmallows.

Under the bright sun, the sword wire is interspersed and weaved, faintly weaving a silhouette, similar to a middle-aged man, bowing his head in contemplation, standing silent. The human form is formed, the sword wire seems to have been guided, like a moth to a fire, wisps of it burrowed into his body, skin and hair, clothes, shoes and socks, gradually emerging from the void, delicate and lifelike.

A faint white light floated out of the demon refining sword, turned a few times, and submerged into the middle-aged man's chest, he took a deep breath, his eyelashes trembled slightly, Huo Di opened his eyes, turned slightly, and looked at every corner of Dongming City.

The sword filaments kept pouring out, and Jin Sanxing felt that the demon refining sword in his hand was getting hotter and hotter, and the skin and flesh were scorched and squeaked, but he didn't let go, but instead held it tighter and tighter, the pain was unforgettable, but deep down in his heart he was excited, as if he was longing for something.

The sword silk was shaped, and the sword spirit Jiu Li, who refined the demon sword, finally reappeared in the world.