The first council of sharing between the five factions and one alliance ended peacefully at the Temple of Beacon Fire. The Origin Sword Sect was undoubtedly the biggest winner, but for the powerful Tongtian Sword Sect and the Taixuan Dan Sect, as long as they were given enough time, it was enough for them to open up a prosperous enough area. What's more, the two factions each have elders with high moral and high positions, and everything is naturally carried out in an orderly manner.

The Immortal Alliance unexpectedly chose to wait and see.

Having said that, after the white-robed elder of the Taixuan Dan Sect dealt with a few important matters, he returned to the room alone. I happened to see the eldest disciple Qingxia cleaning up the room for him, and said very indifferently: "Go down!" ”

Qingxia was stunned for a moment, seeing that the master's expression was gloomy, she was a little worried, and thought: Could it be that the master is still worried about the allocation of land?

"Master, do you have anything on your mind?" As the most valued heir of Master, he naturally had a little more confidence and less worries, and continued: "Master, the overall situation has been decided, why are you depressed? This time, the Yuan Shi Sword Sect took the initiative, and the Yuhuang Master who connected to the Heavenly Sword Sect had nothing to do. ”

"Oh, do you think I'm worrying about this little thing?" The white robe smiled faintly and said, "Qingxia, according to the default inheritance of the three major sects of Taixuan, Yuanshi, and Tongtian, after the shocking change in Longyuan Valley back then, which faction do you think Dugu Hexuan should belong to?"

"Taixuan!"

"Not bad! Not only does he belong to my disciple, but he even has an established master!" Bai Pao let out a long sigh, as if he remembered some past events, he was very melancholy, and he couldn't look back, and said, "It's a pity! This matter is all for the teacher's fault!"

"Master, it's all an open public case, why bother thinking about the past? If you want to blame it, it's because Dugu Hexuan's qualifications deceived everyone. Besides, he is now recognized as a 'genius', and there is nothing to be sorry for. As for the Dan Dao road, the disciple is not talented, but he has a hundred times the confidence to win him. ”

"Based on this alone, the teacher can conclude that you can't be his opponent!" the white-robed real person explained, "First of all, he is not a genius at all. His current situation only shows that he has only lost control of the power he has. In this kind of cultivation situation where opportunities and dangers coexist, there will be the greatest possible variables in everything. Perhaps, a miracle that had never appeared in the Terran cultivation world would happen to him. And you, the so-called four-star and five-star wizards, have actually become a fixed number.

Secondly, he has an almost demonic comprehension ability, which provides the conditions for him to become a master of the Dan Dao. No one can predict what the future holds.

And ......"

The white-robed real man shook his head slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Qingxia, do you remember the brocade box that was given to you after the Hongmeng Dan meeting?"

Qingxia nodded heavily, but it was even more inexplicable, and said, "Master, the brocade box was personally distributed by you, can there be any problems?"

"I sometimes wonder if the master brother will pass on the 'Chongming Sutra' to Dugu Hexuan through my hands?"

"How is this possible? Even if you are a disciple of the sect and don't reach the Jindan realm, you won't have a chance to get a glimpse of this supreme scripture. How could the master in charge go against the patriarch's testament and do something rebellious?" Qingxia was stunned, and analyzed: "Master, the disciple thinks that this matter is impossible. ”

"Of course you have, silly girl, have you forgotten what I told you earlier?"

"This ...... What does Shizun mean is that if the elders in the sect have become the nominal masters of Dugu Hexuan, even if they are passed down from generation to generation, they will not violate the legacy of the ancestors?"

The white-robed real man nodded slightly and did not speak. Qingxia was even more confused, and said, "Master, who will the elder be?"

"Your uncle's black robe!"

"Ah...... That's right, didn't Uncle Black-robed happen to happen around that, and Uncle Shi focused all his life's efforts on the Chongming Sutra......! That...... Master ......"

"It's not a big deal! It could be that I'm thinking nonsense!" The white-robed real person glanced at his beloved apprentice, smiled faintly, and said, "Qingxia, the teacher has decided to grant you the Chongming Sutra." Hopefully, it's not too late. ”

"You go down first. Come to me tomorrow. The white-robed real man smiled slightly and said, "In this other world, I'm afraid I'll have to stay for a few days." While there is still time, let's build a few Dan furnaces first. ”

Qingxia agreed, exited the room, closed the door gently, and said secretly: Shizun and Uncle Black-robed are not in harmony, and Uncle Black-robed is a loyal supporter of Uncle Zhang. Now, Shizun suddenly mentioned the Chongming Sutra and directly suspected Dugu Hexuan. Could it be that there is no secret in this?

Qingxia shook her head and whispered to herself: What could it be?

Fifty miles of black soil, fifty miles of green corridors, build a natural barrier with a depth of 100 miles. The momentum is magnificent, shaking the ancient and modern. The idea is wonderful, ingenious, like the limit of creation, like a miracle.

At the other end of the barrier, the two stone pinnacles are hundreds of miles apart, towering into the clouds, like two optimus stone pillars, towering and majestic, standing on the earth. On both sides of the stone peak, the vast dense fog is locked between heaven and earth, extending vertically and horizontally, endlessly. As far as the eye can see, it is difficult to see the whole picture.

Between the stone peaks, there is a horizontal pillar of three-color fog, which is vertically a hundred zhang high. From a distance, there is only a gap between the ground and the sky. It seems that with the help of the great power of heaven and earth, the three mist of red, white and black are twisted into a spiral chain, which is locked between heaven and earth.

When the wind rises, the three-color fog pillar sways gently, and the mountains and rivers and the earth sway. There are only two stone pinnacles, standing still.

Reject all living beings in the mortal world!

Dugu Hexuan and the others were fortunate to be the first batch of Terran monks to come here, as if they had seen a heavenly fairyland, and they only dared to look at it from afar, not close. In a trance, they had stayed for half a month, but no one else came.

On this day, the weather was overcast, the wind was bleak, and the ground was suddenly frosty. Strong cold weather came unexpectedly.

This day is the last day of the year, and it is supposed to be a time of reunion.

On this day, after Dugu Hexuan told everyone, he carried the black giant sword and slowly walked towards the three-color fog pillar.

Ten zhang, five zhang, and one zhang, they were getting closer and closer to the three-color fog pillar, and the tense nerves were almost to the limit. In the next second, I was even worried about whether a tense nerve would suddenly break.

At this moment, I realized that in the face of the miracles of heaven and earth, living beings are always so small.

After stopping for a moment, Dugu Hexuan approached the three-color fog pillar again, but saw that the three-color fog pillar was more like a condensed water vapor spirit pillar, and the light was restrained and flowed slowly. It is like a colored chain, fixed between two stone peaks. The gap between the ground and the ground is about two feet high, and there is a faint suspension of water vapor.

Dugu Hexuan raised his giant sword and slowly poked at the pillar of fog. At the moment when the sword pierced into the pillar of fog, it suddenly pierced into the thick oil, slimy, oily. However, it was as if the pillar of fog had cut off the blade of the sword, and nothing changed.

Dugu Hexuan pondered for a long time, slowly withdrew the giant sword, and took out a gray incense burner. He didn't know where the censer came from, or where the serpent-headed statue was sacred. After thousands of years, the glory of the past has been lost in the time tunnel, and now, when it changes hands again, it has become an ordinary thing.

"There's got to be the first person to get in here, so why not me?"

Dugu Hexuan muttered to himself in his heart, his mood was as solemn as the frost on the ground. The next moment, holding a sword in his right hand and an incense burner in his left hand, he took a big step forward calmly and powerfully. Half of his body was already under the pillar of fog, and he suddenly felt the power of the heavenly dome pressing down, and his right foot was deep in the earth. The inner roar was like a dragon's roar, affecting the whole body full of primordial natural power, and it exploded in an instant, holding up the power of the heavenly dome, breaking free from the shackles, and involuntarily rushing into another world.

The sky was dark and misty, and a few feet high near the ground was a sea of fireflies. The visual range of the eye is less than a foot.

Suddenly, the dark sky trembled, as if a force was tearing through the heavens, and there was a rumbling thunderous sound.

Dugu Hexuan followed the prestige, but saw a gap in the sky, and a white jade pillar was slowly descending. The diameter of the white jade pillar is about nine zhang, and the crystal surface of the column is mottled, as if falling from nine heavens. Suddenly, my heart was shocked, and I found that this white jade pillar was directly above me. But by the time the reaction came, it was too late. It was as if the white jade pillar suddenly reached the top of his head, and then suddenly stopped.

Suddenly, a black giant sword suddenly volleyed into the air, standing above his head, facing the white jade pillar. In just an instant, the black light was engulfed by the white jade light. There is still only the light of white jade left between heaven and earth.

The white jade light obscures the sky and obliterates all other light.

Suddenly, the white jade pillar fell with the momentum of lightning, and most of the black sword's body sank into the jade pillar. When the jade pillar fell to the top of Dugu Hexuan's head, it was suddenly supported by the powerful force rising from the ground, and it was difficult to fall. And the power that appeared on the ground was coming from Dugu Hexuan's body. Dugu Hexuan seemed to be rooted in the earth, and the power of the earth was all gathered in his body, competing with the power of the jade pillar that came from the nine heavens.

At that moment, the sky and the earth seemed to be connected, the power of heaven and earth suddenly met, and the heaven and earth suddenly fell silent.

All spirits are destroyed, and all plants and trees wither. The mountains are flat, and the rivers are dry.

After a while, a trace of crimson light emanated from the white jade pillar, and slowly descended along the only black sword body. Dugu Hexuan stared at the red light until it flowed into his hands.

It turned out to be a wisp of blood, emitting a fresh and faint fragrance of ancient times, moving the soul, crispy soft bones, and petrifying blood meridians.

Blood flowed down the sword, palms, and arms, slowly descending to the ground, more like casting that extremely strong flesh body. The black sword seemed to be a dark demon, endlessly eroding at the pierced wound, and the wound gradually grew larger, and the blood flow also increased. Not long after, a column of blood fell in the air and poured it on Dugu Hexuan.

The red and transparent blood rendered the white jade pillar red, reflecting the vast earth. But when the blood spilled on Dugu Hexuan's body, it did not continue to spread, but slowly flowed towards the gray incense burner in his right hand. Suddenly, the strength on Dugu Hexuan's body became stronger and stronger, and he actually held up the white jade pillar slightly.

Endless blood poured out of the white jade pillar and flowed into the gray incense burner. Not only did the incense burner overflow, but it was like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

"Click~"

About an hour later, there was a slight cracking sound on the wall of the incense burner. Dugu Hexuan also woke up and looked down, but saw that the color had turned from gray to red, and several lines of prints appeared on the furnace wall.