In front of the bamboo building, under the ever-bright lamp.

The Taoist priest stood quietly with his hands in his hands, his goatee fluttering lightly in the cold wind, and his eyes shining in the moonlight, like the purest ink jade in the world.

The ancient laurel tree is crooked, the branches and leaves are luxuriant, the winter moon is cold, and the cold fog gradually arises; The bright moon is like a disk, hanging high for nine days, the north wind whimpers, Wang Qingyuan stares at the full moon, and a faint miss is born in his heart.

There was a flash of solidity in his eyes, the young man sat down, he breathed a long time, with the "Xuantian Gong" more and more sophisticated, the kung fu of practicing bones also slowly came to an end, at this time, just meditated, blessed to the soul, it was a snap of the fingers into the concentration, this unconsciously, the kung fu of meditation also went further.

When he woke up again, Wang Qingyuan felt that he was full of energy everywhere in his body, and then he saw the bright moon shifting, and now he was meditating for a while, and it was already slightly less than a stick of incense.

"The body is the boat, the soul is the helmsman, the soul is at the helm, the boat is controlled, and the world travels, each other is like Tai Chi Yin and Yang, one is indispensable, one side is diligent, and the other party can naturally get rid of the old view and make progress. ”

Wang Qingyuan secretly said, cultivators grasp their own bodies, seek breakthroughs, and also know the source of diligence, so as not to know half-understood, and to build every step solidly, in order to truly achieve no obstacles, brave and diligent.

......

Chenshi.

On this day, there was no sun in Yujing Mountain, it was rainy, not very big, but there was more of a steep chill.

In the courtyard, Wang Qingyuan used up the demon tiger broth, his qi and blood were rolling, two hundred and six bones gave birth to a crisp numbness, and after a few fist fights, the kung fu of the sixth layer of "Xuantian Gong" was steadily improved, and half of it was completed, and his strength also increased, and even he urged with all his strength to give birth to yin and yang.

In such weather, some disciples of the outer courtyard in Hun Tian Peak still chose to enter the mountain, because in the "Tao Sutra", some herbs bloom and bear fruit on rainy days, and they are ripe.

Of course, for many disciples of the outer court, such a cold and damp day made them even more depressed, no one had the heart to stay in the house, at noon and night, two meals of demon tiger broth no one wanted to give up.

The age of every outer disciple is different, for the foundation building, even if the background is extraordinary, no one dares to say that it is nine out of ten, and they are unwilling to give up even a trace of insignificant accumulation on weekdays.

After a while, he pushed open the wooden door and put on the torn robe prepared in the house, and Wang Qingyuan walked into the continuous rain.

Inside the valley.

The ancient laurel tree is green, the cinnamon fragrance does not disperse in the rain, and when Wang Qingyuan walks into the valley, Qingliu and the two of them are dressed in robes, standing under the tree, the three of them look at each other, and they start at the same time, and soon disappear into the old forest.

Crape Myrtle Peak

One of the nine peaks of Xuantian Dao, in the north of Jinguang Peak, towering and abrupt, the forest is abundant, there is a legend, one of the emperors of the four directions of the Daomen Ziwei Heavenly Emperor became enlightened here, there is a clear spring in the mountain, out of the starry stream.

Crape Myrtle Peak is about 400 zhang high, the mountain is majestic, and the clear spring and waterfall can be seen from afar.

At the foot of the mountain, Wang Qingyuan and the three of them did not linger or take the mountain road, but under the guidance of the clear stream, they followed a hidden path and meandered up.

The mountain road is rugged, thorny, but can not stop Wang Qingyuan and the three, only half an hour, the three of them came to the halfway up the mountain, and then walked through a cliff, and saw the starry stream.

The star stream is not on the other side of the mountain, but is in the crape myrtle peak halfway down the mountainside fifty zhang, is a sunken place, there is no digging out of the mountain road, only a faint stone road, very steep, and the rocks are craggy, even with the skills of the two of them, when entering the stream, they are also very careful, the muscles are tight, do not dare to have the slightest carelessness.

The mountain wall is steep, almost straight, and it is the faint mountain road, which has been covered with ink moss after five hundred years.

With a steep slope of fifty zhang, it took Qingliu and the two of them half an hour to go down to the bottom, and then the two looked at Wang Qingyuan with even more strange eyes, and even a little embarrassed.

"Wang pervert, how do you practice, this eyesight and strength seem to have accumulated more than ten years of skill. ”

The fat man Qingyu couldn't help but shout, he felt extremely unbalanced, this kid had only been in Xuantian Dao for a few days, not only had he practiced "Xuantian Gong" to the fifth layer, but the strength between these shots, the viciousness of his eyesight, it was not at all like a little unstable foundation, and even the depth of the foundation was so deep that the two of them had entered the outer courtyard of Xuantian Dao for nearly four years.

Of course, they didn't know that Wang Qingyuan had such a rare spiritual power in the world as "Time Knife", and he had not yet stepped into the realm of dragons and tigers, but he had set foot in the spiritual realm.

And hearing the fat man's words, Wang Qingyuan could only roll his eyes at him, "Time Knife" is extraordinary, he is also groping for cultivation on his own, and he doesn't even know if there are major flaws.

The starry stream is not small, there can be a radius of two or three hundred zhang, but at this time, the grass is overgrown in front of you, where is there still the bubbling agility of the spring in the past.

There are several old Taoist temples, and the grand scene of the year can be seen between the glazed jade tiles, but at this time only the broken walls remain.

"This is the Ziwei Palace of the year, in the past, "Twelve Palace Steps" crowned the Xuantian Dao, which was higher than the "Flowing Clouds" of the head patriarch, and the Big Dipper Seven Killing Sword is also bright and vast, and the Xuantian Demon Sword can also be a long and short, but I didn't expect to be robbed five hundred years ago, and the inheritance was broken. Qingliu sighed.

At this time, Wang Qingyuan and the three of them stood in front of a dilapidated palace gate, watching the grass grow under their feet, and even the plaque written by the first peak master of Ziwei Peak also gave birth to dense cracks, and only the word crape myrtle was faintly visible.

"The rise and fall are reckless, the reincarnation of heaven, no one can escape, but it is difficult for mortals such as me to see through. Wang Qingyuan has enlightenment.

"But now is our chance," the fat man Qingyu was a little excited, "Getting the inheritance of Ziwei Peak is like a dead tree in spring, and when the previous reincarnation ends, we are the pioneers of the next reincarnation." ”

Enter the palace.

Wang Qingyuan saw some stone lamps, the oil in them had long since dried up, and the green bricks on the ground were still intact, but they were also full of weeds several feet high.

"At the peak of Ziwei Palace, in addition to the main hall and Ziwei Pavilion, there were one hundred and thirty-six houses, and there were nearly 100 disciples, many of whom were in the Dragon and Tiger Jindan Realm, and even the Mixed Yuan Void Underworld Realm, and the celestials were on the list. ”

Qingliu Dao has some allusions, all of which are the historical records of Xuantian Dao in the Outer Courtyard Scripture Building, Jiufeng, each vein has been brilliant, such as the crape myrtle peak, it is one of the best, if it is not a war five hundred years ago, and today's crape myrtle peak, most of them will be more prosperous.

The three of them walked through the main hall of Ziwei Palace and Ziwei Pavilion, except for some broken tables, even the Dao body of the Ziwei Heavenly Emperor enshrined in the main hall disappeared.

"Ziwei Peak fell, it was carved up by Zhufeng five hundred years ago, and some of the remaining second- and third-rate exercises and magical powers in Ziwei Pavilion were also taken away by Zhufeng," the fat man sneered, "Just like the Golden Light Sword, five hundred years ago, it should be called the Starlight Sword Technique, it was the few remaining second-order swordsmanship in the Ziwei Pavilion back then, and even the seeds of true intention have been completely preserved. ”

Wang Qingyuan was silent when he heard this, the years passed, and the people were warm and cold, even the authenticity of Taoism like Xuantian Dao was not exempt from vulgarity, people practiced, and naturally had a competitive heart, the rights and wrongs in this, if the line of Ziwei Peak has not been broken, I don't know how the peaks will react.

After bypassing the main hall of Ziwei Palace and coming to Ziwei Palace, Wang Qingyuan and the three of them saw a depleted spring.

There can be a spring pool the size of three zhang, only the bottom of the pond is a little deep, paved with a layer of dry and cracked pebbles.

"Back then, the crape myrtle spring, which was famous all over the world, and the crape myrtle spring that washed the weapons and refining weapons also dried up, and the ten ancient springs have been cut off so far. ”

Qingliu took a deep breath, then reached into his arms and took out a bronze handle the size of a baby's fist, the upper part of which was carved with seven stars, arranged according to the elephant of the Big Dipper, and the whole body was covered with dark green patina, obviously after a long period of abrasion.

"The entrance to the Genshin World is here. Wang Qingyuan said with a slight gaze.

Nodding solemnly, Qingliu said: "This crape myrtle made me get it in the Xuantian Dao Mountain by chance, otherwise even if the entrance to this primordial god world is here, we won't be able to open it." ”

The next moment, without hesitation, Qingliu threw the bronze handle in his hand and fell into the dry crape myrtle spring.

Bite!

There was a soft sound, but it seemed to echo in the distant years, and Wang Qingyuan saw a little purple gold light emerge in the pool, and it rippled like flowing water in a moment, which seemed to be slow, but Wang Qingyuan didn't even have time to make the slightest movement, and it overflowed under his feet.

The purple gold divine light was so great that it obscured all sight, and even Wang Qingyuan's spiritual power released outside his body was forced back by an invisible force, and he shrank into the ancestral divine court, unable to move.

When the three of them regained their gaze, everything in front of them was different.

"This is, Genshin World!"

is based on Wang Qingyuan's rational and rational temperament, not to mention that Mount Tai is pressing the top and his face does not change, and he will not be easily shaken, but at the moment, he is even slightly stagnant in breathing.

Because although the former Ziwei Palace is still in front of you, everything has changed greatly, just like in front of you, where is there still a once dry spring pool, only to see a clear spring bubbling, blue as jade, and there is even a layer of faint white cold air floating on the spring water.

"Crape Myrtle Spring, revived?"

The fat man Qingyu blinked, and even couldn't help but pinch himself, grinning in pain, but then he smiled happily: "It's really a treasure, it's this crape myrtle spring, and it's also a priceless treasure, how many soldiers in the world want to rush to it, the spirit soldiers at the psychic level, and the spring water of the non-ten ancient springs can't be successfully quenched. ”

Turn around and look again, the broken walls are no more, the glazed treasure tiles, the blue bricks and green walls, and it is a magnificent crape myrtle palace.

"That's ......"

Wang Qingyuan looked up, he was a little stunned, he saw a purple star, not very high from the ground, about two or three thousand zhang, emitting a gorgeous and noble brilliance.

At this moment, the entire crape myrtle palace was shrouded in purple starlight, and looking outside the crape myrtle palace, it was a white mist, and there was no way out.

"Let's go"

The three of them glanced at each other, and walked towards the main hall of Ziwei Palace, and there were still dozens of nearly a hundred steps before they heard the sound of boiling shouts, and even the sound of blades breaking through the air.

Turning the corner of Ziwei Pavilion, Wang Qingyuan and the three of them couldn't stop their footsteps, at this moment, there were dozens of nearly 100 people performing martial arts in the martial arts arena in Ziwei Palace.

There are sword practitioners, and the stars are shining, like a stream of electricity piercing through the air, leaving dozens or hundreds of starlight sword shadows.

"Starlight Sword Technique!" "Qingliu muttered, he was new to the way of the sword, and he was fascinated by it.

There are also people who practice palm technique, a move and a style are set off the rolling thunder sound, the palm is restrained, such as a thunder pool, the palm force is spit out, it shatters a piece of air, the vacuum collapses, and the looming thunder flashes.

"Could it be, Zare's Palm!"

The fat man's eyes are going to pop out, the legend of Ziwei Peak is the palm of the Yang Zhigang, the thunder is dormant in Daze, born from the "Tao Sutra" in the "thunder in Ze, all things are dormant" The truth, looking at the entire Xuantian Dao, many first-order martial arts and martial arts, are rarely available, and even have historical records in the codex, when the first generation of Ziwei Peak Peak Master has not yet attained enlightenment, he turned thunder into the palm of his hand, and held it to compete with the Buddhist "Dragon Palm", shaking the Yuan Shen with emptiness, shaking 18 palms, and retreating with the whole body.

On the martial arts field.

At this time, Wang Qingyuan was most attracted to a young Taoist priest in his twenties, the young man looked ordinary, very ordinary, he held a four-foot long knife in his hand, the blade was slender, and the tip of the knife was shiny.

The young man stood in the martial arts arena, unlike many martial arts disciples, he was motionless, even his eyes were closed, and his long knife was pointed diagonally at the ground, looking at a middle-aged man in a light purple robe in front of the Ziwei Palace.

"Ziji Zhenren!"

Qingliu let out a low snort, and his eyes fell on the middle-aged man, just like the portrait in the Xuantian Dao Historical Records of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, he was confident that he would never admit his mistake.

Wang Qingyuan was also shocked, this is Ziji Zhenren, the last generation of the peak master of Ziwei Peak, who fought with the sect master of the Six Desires Demon Sect, one of the thirteen sects of the Demon Gate, in the thunder tribulation, and both fell.

A middle-aged Taoist priest who looked very gentle, holding a dust whisk in his hand, stood quietly in front of the Ziwei Palace, and following his gaze, Wang Qingyuan returned to the young Taoist priest.

Airplanes!

After a few breaths, there was a faint humming sound, this humming sound seemed to be born from the soul of a person, but at this moment, Wang Qingyuan's spiritual power was free, and his eyes were locked on the long knife in the young man's hand, and the slender blade was trembling with a very small amplitude, this kind of subtle control of power was already beyond Wang Qingyuan's imagination.

Recite!

There was a very faint sound of the sword, and the clear eyes were bright, staring at Ziji Zhenren, although Ziji Zhenren had no sword on his body, but he had an intuition that this sword sound was from Ziji Zhenren's hand.

Whether it was the sound of the sword or the sound of the sword, after a while, it soared upward, stirring the sky, causing the entire sky to dim slightly.

At this moment, Wang Qingyuan and the three of them only felt extremely insignificant, and only the sword roared and the sword groaned, which made their breathing stagnate, giving birth to a deep sense of powerlessness.

At this time, many figures in the martial arts arena also stopped moving, and everyone's eyes stayed on the young Taoist priest and Ziji Zhenren.

With the passage of time, the momentum on the young Taoist priest became more and more vigorous, and even Wang Qingyuan and the others had a sense of dazzling eyes at a glance, which was the sharp qi of the knife.

On the other hand, Ziji Zhenren, although the sound of the sword is getting louder and louder, it still looks light, the edge is not obvious, and it is as warm as jade.

After half a cup of tea, the momentum of the young Taoist priest climbed to the peak, the wind and clouds above the nine heavens changed, and the brilliance of the purple stars seemed to become faint under the edge of this sword.

Wang Qingyuan's eyes widened, this is the real Tianjiao master, or he has walked a long distance on the road of seeking the Tao, such a momentum, and even triggering changes in the heavens, has exceeded his imagination.

Suddenly, the young Taoist priest opened his eyes, the sky and the earth were dark, he raised his feet and took a step, only one step fell, but it seemed to have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, the end of the world was close at hand, condensed under his feet, and he came to the place three feet in front of Ziji Zhenren in one step.

Boom!

The young Taoist priest took out the knife, the sword light was bright, and in an instant it seemed to see the red dust rolling, the years were like a shuttle, everything was cut off, leaving only a knife mark in the air, brilliant.

Whew!

The air was torn apart by the sword light, the vacuum was slashed, and the void was slightly distorted wherever the sword light passed, as if everything had become no longer real.

His mind was blank, Wang Qingyuan only had this knife left in his eyes, and in the Ancestral Divine Court, the illusory lilac knife shadow trembled slightly, and there were faint signs of recovery, and the divine power seed also shook a few times, swallowing the power of time.

Recite!

At the moment when the young Taoist priest's sword fell, the sound of the sword groan also climbed to the extreme, and I saw that above the heavenly firmament, the purple stars suddenly dimmed, and the seven shattering sword lights bloomed from above the nine heavens, and in an instant, it became the only one between the heavens and the earth.

However, before Wang Qingyuan and the three of them could see this sword light clearly, they saw its void flash and disappear.

Bite!

There was the sound of gold and iron, and as soon as Qingliu turned his eyes, he couldn't help but gasp, and even his voice trembled faintly.

"Big Dipper Seven Killing Sword!"

It was a long sword that could be three feet nine inches long, the whole body was purple gold, crystal like jade, and the sword body seemed to have a bright flow, at this time, it was so calmly suspended in front of the Ziji Zhenren, and the tip of the sword was slightly upward, resisting the long knife in the hand of the young Taoist.

The swords intersected, silently, centered on the two, the void was violently distorted, and even many people in the martial arts arena changed color, and some of the disciples who were slightly less cultivated retreated.

For example, Wang Qingyuan and the three of them also felt an extremely sad tearing force transmitted from the void, and they were simply far away from each other, although this tearing force was not small, it could still hold on.

But at this moment, Wang Qingyuan and the three of them didn't care so much, and the eyes of the three of them were staring at the Big Dipper Seven Killing Sword suspended in the air, which was the sword of the previous peak masters of Ziwei Peak, a psychic sword, looking at the land of Kyushu, it was also extremely rare, and it disappeared without a trace since the fall of Ziji Zhenren five hundred years ago.

"Sustenance of the original god, it is the sword technique!"

Qingliu took a deep breath and couldn't help but sigh, the means that belong to the top people in Kyushu, after achieving the Yuan Shen, you can use the psychic blade to entrust the possession, and use the divine artifact, almost a magical means, enough to kill the enemy thousands of miles away.

"If you don't guess wrong, this knife is the north of the Quartet Emperor Sword unique to Ziwei Peak, the "Ziwei Heavenly Knife", the virtue of the sky, the destiny of the sky, the soul of the sky, and the immortality of the body. The fat man also said, "There is even a generation of Daoist masters who commented on the Xuantian Dao Pulse Exercises, bluntly saying that if this "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" is practiced to the peak realm, it can connect the long river of time and wipe out the enemy from the root of the past. ”

Wang Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, hooking up the long river of time? He couldn't help but think of the resonance of the seeds of time and the scar marks, and combined with the fat taxi's statement, Wang Qingyuan could be sure that there was a great connection between these two supernatural powers! But at this time, his cultivation was not enough, and his vision was shallow, so he stopped thinking about it.

......

The knife was useless, and the young Taoist priest put the knife back into the sheath, but he no longer made a move.

Ziji Zhenren smiled, stretched out his hand to take the Big Dipper Seven Killing Sword, and with a gentle wave of the dust with his other hand, on the martial arts arena, a group of disciples dispersed, only the young Taoist priest and another man and a woman remained.

A disciple walked past Wang Qingyuan and the three of them, treating them as if they didn't exist.

"Hey!"

The fat man couldn't help but speak, stretched out his hand and wanted to grab someone, but he didn't want to pull it empty, his hand went straight through the disciple's chest.

Fake!

Qingliu's eyes were a little dull, and Wang Qingyuan groaned, this seemed to be a little close to illusion, and there was an illusion world in front of him, outlining all kinds of truths, which made people believe to be true.

However, this kind of illusion is far from what Wang Qingyuan can do now, and even the invisible sharp qi has evolved, almost confusing the real with the fake, if it weren't for the fat man's shot, it would be impossible to see the truth at all.

"This primordial god world belongs to the Ziji real person, and if everything in front of him is good, it is very likely that his memory has been transformed. Wang Qingyuan said.

"Memory?" Qingliu said, stunned, "In other words, this memory is also real, and it has existed in the past. ”

"Yes, that's probably the case," the fat man Qingyu was a little depressed, "Not to mention that the Ziji Zhenren had fallen five hundred years ago, even if he didn't die, he couldn't live for five hundred years." ”

In front of the crape myrtle hall.

At this moment, Ziji Zhenren did not move, and the young Taoist priest and the other two did not move, and the four of them stood still like this, making Wang Qingyuan and the three of them a little confused.

Coming to the martial arts arena, Wang Qingyuan and the three of them looked around, and all the things in front of them were all Ziwei Palace that existed in the memory of Ziji Zhenren, which belonged to the peak of Ziwei Peak in the past.

Pity.

The three of them glanced at each other, and they all saw the pity in the eyes of the other two, five hundred years were like swords, almost all traces were cut off, Ziwei Peak declined, the inheritance was cut off, the ruins became desolate, and the population was wiped out.

"What do they want to do?"

After half the incense, the fat man was a little suspicious, he looked at the four Ziji real people in front of the Ziwei Hall not far away, half of the incense, and the four of them didn't move.

Hearing this, Wang Qingyuan and Qingliu were also a little curious, they vaguely saw that in addition to Ziji Zhenren, the three young Taoist priests seemed to be the best among the disciples of Ziwei Peak that generation, especially the young Taoist priests, that knife was too amazing, it could make the seeds of time throb, and it was worthy of being one of the imperial swords of the Quartet, which was really commendable and even incredible.

How can they get the inheritance severed by Ziwei Peak, in this mysterious and unpredictable Yuanshen world, Wang Qingyuan and the three of them finally decided that if there is really a inheritance, I am afraid that it will exist in the Ziwei Pavilion next to the Ziwei Palace.