Threesome walking, walking and stopping, there have been small entanglements along the way, there have been small joys, and even small happiness, and Feng Lin seems a little helpless, he has been following behind people, afraid that something bad will happen, for the sunset falling in the sky and heartbroken, for those rising rising sunrise and feel extremely excited, and the sun that rises to the middle of the sky makes him passionate, this is this journey is too long, I wanted to rise from the ground and get away for nine days, I don't have to suffer this guilt on the ground, but the monk in the robe has been instructed, to be sincere, there is only one way to the kingdom of the heavens, and to reach the only possibility of living for a day, is to take one step at a time, down-to-earth walking.

"Have you arrived? Uncle, I've been walking for three days and three nights, and my ankles are broken. Feng Lin said impatiently, he had already felt tired and tired of this long journey, at this time Lin Lin fell, she couldn't hold on any longer, she was really thirsty, hungry and sleepy, and everyone's physical strength was exhausted, just like a car without gas, no matter how you struggle, you will never go further, probably this is the reason why the oil runs out.

Everyone stopped, and the robed monk conveyed a piece of true qi to Lin Lin's mouth, Lin Lin finally took a breath, and then walked forward, it turned out to be a towering mountain that melted into the sky, and on the top of the mountain, a few flames burned those clouds all over the sky, as if it was the three-flavor true fire that the gods in the sky fell by mistake.

"Climbing over this mountain is the kingdom of heaven, everyone should be careful, you must walk through it step by step, if you don't do it, it will be counterproductive. Although the monk himself seemed a little helpless and a little powerless, he had no choice, because he had to make a little bit of an appearance that was not afraid of hardship or tiredness, and he embarked on a road to the pinnacle.

"Alas! Fortunately, Young Master Ben is full of energy, but it's a pity, but it's a pity that these two female dolls, the soft estimate is about to die. When Feng Lin finished saying the truth, he said something indifferent and eclectic, but he was stared at by two angry eyes, like a cat looking at a mouse.

"Let's go, let's go! I've come over thousands of miles, and I still care about this small mountain, but I hope that it is really the kingdom of heaven over there, not the other side of the mountain or the front. After saying this, he walked quickly up the mountain.

After a while, everyone came to the top of the mountain, only to see countless scenery infinitely good, and at the foot of the mountain is the Kingdom of Lost Heaven, but there is no way down, only the abyss, which looks cold and swishing.

"The uphill is the downhill, and we have arrived. "The robed monk spoke a little mysteriously, and everyone looked at each other, facing each other.

The robed monk continued: "This seems to be a cliff that cannot be crossed, but in fact it is an illusion created by my old friend Iron Striker, and everything in the world is illusory. ”

When he said this, the monk in the robe stepped into the cliff, and there was no human figure, and suddenly this voice came from the cliff: "Come down quickly, come down quickly, I'm here." Then everyone paused, and when they heard the sound of the robed monk talking to someone, they all let go of their fears, and walked to the cliff without returning at night.

"The uphill is the downhill, so ingenious and creative, worthy of the brother's unique thinking, so that this blacksmith shop can stand in the world. The robed monk said as he drank with the blacksmith.

"My mission in this life is to wait here for the arrival of destined people, my father was killed by the slut in the world because of the protection of this peerless sword hilt, so he named Tibetan Sword Peak, and guarded most of his life here, and then there was fate to see his old friend in a trance, but he was lucky. Blacksmith Zang Jianfeng said, he looked at Feng Lin, as if he had found his heir, a pear blossom bloomed on his face, and he seemed to feel his mantle in his hand.

"Brother guards the sword, which is to protect the peace of the world, come! For the righteousness of the world, we drink three cups. "The robed monk had never drunk alcohol, and now it became a booze.

"it, come on. Jian Zangfeng put down the wine cup in his hand and continued without hesitation: "At the beginning, I was still young, and I was spared with the help of Lao Tie, my father died, and I was the only one left in the family, and I have been hiding here for decades, what happened to the outside world, that country won the war, and what major events happened there, in fact, it was just clouds of smoke?" When Jian Zangfeng finished saying this, he took another glass of wine from the table and poured it into his throat.

Suddenly, Jian Zangfeng stood up and said, "I have good wine here, everyone sit, don't leave again." As he spoke, he walked outside, only to see him take out a wine jar from a bush, and immediately shouted at Fenglin and Ye Ye to come and get wine.

"Today is the happiest day in my life, the child meets the boya, the mountains and rivers, now I see this Peugeot people, as happy as I see my relatives, I must let go of my belly today, not drunk is not a man. "The blacksmith is full of vicissitudes of romance when he speaks.

"I salute my seniors for a cup. Feng Lin raised his wine glass, but the blacksmith was a little sad, and suddenly became a little sad.

"A dignified seven-foot man, how can a small wine cup match a hero, the sky is vast and wide, the earth is vast and vast like the sea, the great heroes of the world should be imposing and dry, so that the wine in the throat is like pouring down from the sky, change the big bowl, change the big bowl. The blacksmith said it a little impassionedly, which may be the true character of the great hero he wants to see.

Except for the two women who were pondering on the side, everyone drank to their heart's content, and they all flew mistletoe and staggered, arrogant and dry, and the weather was thousands.

Zang Jianfeng was drunk and drunk, but he didn't forget to clearly talk about the traces of the sword, and at the same time he was talking more about the origin, appearance, and power of the sword, etc., in short, the result was smeared and flying, and it was not an understatement, and he was drunk in a word.

But anyway, he is also an old man, a lifetime of waiting in exchange for a moment of joy, he finally let go, he put down everything he picked up, and finally was drunk by the wine, the blacksmith Zangjian Feng said in a drunken state: "I waited, I have never seen the outside world, my father is dead, my family is dead, I am waiting for this destined person to come to get the sword, now I, I don't want to wait, what does the peace of the world have to do with me, most of my life of waiting, exhausting everything." ”

Go to Beiwanji Mountain to get a sword

A day passed, and the blacksmith woke up in a trance, and it was early in the morning, before dawn.

Blacksmith Zang Jianfeng was the first to get up, and when he opened his eyes, he felt much younger, his spirit was better, he no longer felt sleepy, got out of bed, and paced back and forth on the ground.

"Good wine, good wine, good life, this world is so beautiful. Blacksmith Zang Jianfeng stretched out outside the door, his lazy back made the sound of bones dislocated and reset, much more comfortable, and then another round of red sun crawled out of the sky, the sun was very large, like a red persimmon.

"Seniors, slept for a day and a night, the spirit is bursting, but it is really a good wine in Jiangnan, ah, it's really a good wine in the south of the Yangtze River, it really makes people obsessed with the aroma of wine forever and doesn't want to wake up, now the seniors get up early, and the younger generations should do something for the seniors, otherwise it will not be possible to eat and drink in vain every day. The person who spoke was Feng Lin, and he heard the voice of his predecessor and got up together.

"Good boy, now the boys sleep until eight or nine o'clock, you are good, you get up before dawn, you are a wicked person, very manufacturable, worthy of heavy responsibilities. Blacksmith Zangjian Feng patted Feng Lin on the shoulder.

The two walked over and cooked some delicious food together, and they could see two long streams of green smoke rising, and they could hear the two talking and laughing happily and making trouble.

Finally, the blacksmith Zang Jianfeng retracted the expression on his face, and became a little erect.

said: "Now the world has changed, I am old, that sword is the scourge of this world, that sword chokes the throat of this common people, at this time, I want to melt him with real fire, so that it will no longer harm the world, harm the world, harm the world." The blacksmith said very excitedly, he said and accompanied by a few animal coughs, making people sound like they were going to die, the iron made him old, and this Fenglin is the character he wants to teach in his heart, these years of experience, let him see at a glance that Fenglin is a person with spiritual roots, he can see that Fenglin's spiritual roots are deep, with five-spice soul power, which makes people instantly feel the arrival of genius.

"Seniors, juniors are not talented, yesterday I heard that the seniors mentioned this sword, I already have a mind, if you think the old man can be, the juniors are willing to receive this sword, the people here have their own weapons in their hands, but I have never been able to find a suitable weapon, just if the seniors want to melt with real fire, but it is also a waste of a great weapon, everything has his reason for existence and value, when listening to the seniors talk about this sword, there is a feeling of sympathy, thanks to the seniors agreed to me to see what it is. Feng Lin fell to the ground and knelt on one knee and made a long bow.

"Get up, get up! If you have something to say, don't kneel, it's cold on the ground, and it's easy for people to get bad rheumatism. Blacksmith Zang Jianfeng took Feng Lin's wrist with concern and pulled him up gently.

"Child, let me see, let me see, see!" Blacksmith Zangjian Peak circled back and forth around Fenglin three times, and finally showed a beautiful smile, his heart blossomed, thinking of such a graceful young man, that sword belongs to him, and only by holding this sword hilt in his hand can the world stop fighting and stop fighting.

"Good, good, good, a good seedling!" the blacksmith's sword was sharpened, and he went to his room again, and took out a pitch-black cloth from under the bed, which was a cloth that would never hide pain, and emitted a foul smell, and at the same time there was nothing on the cloth, like stinky beef overnight, which made people feel sick.

"Come here, hurry up. "Blacksmith Hidden Sword Peak beckoned Feng Lin to come over.

"Kneel down and bow three times!" said the blacksmith Zang Jianfeng, speaking harshly, like treating a child who has made a mistake.

Feng Lin looked tired, maybe he didn't close his eyes at all at night, and kept thinking about the sword, as if he was missing his distant relatives, and as if he was missing a woman he loved.

"It stinks, what is this? Feng Lin covered his nose, and at this time, a foul smell entered his nostrils.

"This is the map leading to the North Ten Thousand Traces Mountain, if you can't retrieve the sword within three days, then this map will become a sharp weapon for killing, killing people and leaving no traces invisibly, the stench in it is those who try to go up the mountain to get the sword, if not, they will not die trapped in the circle of this cloth. Zang Jianfeng explained.

"It's terrible, isn't it, but there's nothing on it, how can it be a map?" Feng Lin asked.

"It does look like there's nothing on it, but he needs something special to change everything on the map, and here it needs the blood of the destined. Blacksmith Zangjian Feng said.

"But where are you going to find the blood of someone who is destined, could it be your own blood?" Feng Lin asked.

"This is the need for your blood, all destined people are destined people, as long as the heart is sincere, do not be selfish, let it see your heart. Blacksmith Zangjian Feng explained.

Since this is the case, then there is no need to be so troublesome, Feng Lin directly drew a blood on his hand, and the blood dripped on the cloth, and the cloth lit up, and every grass and tree in it seemed to be alive. ”

"It's spectacular, it's beautiful. "The infinite scenery of this world comes into view, like a fairyland.

"But how do you go about this?" Feng Lin asked.

"When the hour comes, this cloth is this sky, you just have to wait quietly, wait for the gap in time, wait for someone to open the door to this world, wait for everything, just wait patiently, you and I sit down together, and when the time comes, you can go, remember, the mountain is dangerous, you must get it back within three days, otherwise you will fall into the cloth forever. After the blacksmith Zang Jianfeng finished speaking, he sat on the ground and closed his eyes to recuperate.

"Okay, I'll do it for you. At this time, you can smell the sound of the dishes in the kitchen being burned, and the two of them have already been in a trance, and they don't know where they are going, and suddenly a fire rises, but these two people have already obeyed the decision, and their hearts are like water, and there is no one.

"It's on fire, it's on fire, come and put out the fire, put out the fire, quick!" shouted Ye Bu Gui.

At this time, the fire had already burned on the two of them, and the blacksmith Zangjian Feng had already died, and suddenly, Feng Lin's body released ten thousand feet of fire, and the house here was blown up, and then Feng Lin was gone, and he watched it disappear out of thin air under people's noses.

Wanji Mountain meets the white tiger

"Go away, danger!"

The grass hut collapsed in an uproar, and finally razed to the ground, and the robed monk was still trying to rescue his old friend blacksmith, but there was no way, the fire was too big to get close at all, and he didn't even have a chance to see the blacksmith, let alone pull him out.

At this time, everyone did not let the robed monk leave, and everyone tried their best to trap the robed monk, he couldn't move, and Yuyao was helpless to break free.

Suddenly, Lin Lin looked at the sky, he seemed to see the phantom left by Feng Lin, he saw Feng Lin's trace, and chased after it, which was the direction of Wanji Mountain.

"Lin Lin, come back quickly, don't go, the girl is too dangerous. The night does not return.

In the land of Ten Thousand Traces Mountain in the extreme north, Feng Lin realized a set of magic that was specially used to deal with the cultivators of Jingtian Spirit Mountain: the Dafa of Shattering Stars.

"White Tiger, you are not my opponent, the deity advises you to go back with me obediently. ”

"Are you heavenly? If you are heaven, I will fight against the sky. "The white tiger is domineering and leaking, and in the eyes of cultivation, even if he dies, he will not be willing to fall into the hands of the demon dao.

"Fenglin, don't tremble with the white tiger. "Lin Lin is here, he is afraid of any variables, after all, the black moon in the sky is terrifying.

"Shattered Star Dafa!" The five fingers opened horizontally, and the ghostly aura between the fingers was born, forming a thousand-hole black ring in the palm, and a strange wind blew.

"The devil is crooked, it is not enough, you can never replace justice. "Feng Lin was sucked to death by the thousand-hole black ring.

"Strange, why doesn't he have a life star?" Feng Lin withdrew the black ring.

"Could it be that his life star is long gone. Feng Lin wondered.

"Hahaha...... So what, you're just a waste, what kind of justice, evil and crooked ways? It's just a void, today the deity is the strong, and the strong is the king. Feng Lin exerted a little force, and the giant white tiger came over.

After being pressed by the Jingtian Spirit Mountain cultivation world for so many countless years, he finally exhaled today.

"If you want to kill, you have to kill and please, and death will not go back with you. "The last clear height of this stubborn white tiger has become an excuse for being powerless to resist.

Speaking of which, most of the generation of the white tiger in the demon path is a person with evil thoughts, and the evil thoughts fall into the demon path, and the result of refining into a demon in the demon path soul refining furnace, the white tiger enters the demon path, and the evil soldier will be his last stand-in, and the more the evil heart is refined, the stronger the evil soldier is, or the evil soldier refined by the person who has no evil heart at all is the strongest.

"Kill you? You deserve it? It's not so easy to die! Are you interested in seeing what a cultivator will look like after death?" Feng Lin's mouth slightly raised a sentence, and Feng Lin felt scared.

Kill the white tiger and punish the tiger's heart!

"Fenglin, are you going to rob the corpse with me?"

"Hey, hey, you're smart. ”

At this time, Feng Lin was no different from ordinary people except for the two wooden swords, all he wanted to do was to let the newly dead blacksmith be buried in the ground!

But in the world where the devil's way is great, there is also the saying of 'for peace'.

Feng Lin is also ruthless and vicious, and he doesn't think about the feelings of the gods to create man-made things, and he ties the white tiger under the ancient tree with a rope of immortals, and he wants the white tiger to witness all this.

"Fenglin, what does Wanji Mountain owe you? If you want to treat your fellow disciples like this, do you still have any mercy, and do you still have no humanity?" Bai Hu's face was very dark under the tears.

The words 'Wanji Mountain' appeared in this night sky, the air was full of the smell of blood, Ying Tian's demonic nature swelled to the extreme, this is the place that caused him suffering, Wanji Mountain is his inner demon

Four thousand nine hundred and forty-nine years ago, Feng Lin in the name of the evil sect crooked way into the devil, was ruthlessly dragged to Zhu Xiantai by the Dharma Dao Master, tied the immortal rope so that he had nowhere to escape, with the fire of quenching for three days and three nights, the process of refining the soul was extremely painful, that pain spread to every part of the body, the bones exploded and wanted to burst; and by the ninety-nine heavenly thunder, beat to lose consciousness, coma for a while was splashed with a plate of cold water to wake up, the wound was like ten thousand ants biting the heart and pain, but he could not die; and extracted the magic to regain all the Dharma cultivation, the result was to be thrown to the extreme north of the barren land, become the most wasted waste。

This is the highest level of punishment for cultivating the crooked path of the evil sect in Jingtian Spirit Mountain, and it is also the most cruel, it can change a person's fate and go to the right path, but at the same time, it will also go to the demon path, such as Fenglin.

If it weren't for the rumors that his beloved woman Lin Daiyue was still in Wanji Mountain, Fenglin would have attacked Wanji Mountain a thousand years ago, burned, killed and looted, and did all the bad things he could!

When it comes to Jingtian Spirit Mountain, it is a thunderbolt from the sky for Ying Tian, the place of hatred in his deepest heart, the bloody past has lifted the veil of mystery for thousands of years, through the untouchable fog, accompanied by the demons in his heart injected into the living reality.

That's the reality.

"You still have the face to respect Tianling Mountain with me. A little bit of magic was added to Xiao Dingtian, venting his anger.

Immediately after that, the seventeen corpses ignited a raging fire, black flames, this is the fire of the Demon Dao.

"You killed me too. ”

Ying Tian turned his head to Xiao Dingtian: "I won't kill you, I want you to taste it, let you taste it too, what it is like to live without dying." ”

"You beast, you create evil!" Xiao Dingtian watched the spirit of his master and disciple disappear in front of him, and an indescribable pain swept through his body.

The evaporation of the spirit body has become a fact, the soul has nothing to attach to, and it is rising, where is this going to drift?

"Master, junior brother...... souls show their true appearance, this is what they look like in this life, and after they go up, they will start another life cycle.

"Demon Venerable, hurry! Soul Eater. Xuan Yue was a little confused in a hurry.

After the soul ascends to heaven, it goes to the underground to sleep for a period of time, and then appears in the world as another new life, they are cultivators, powerful cultivators are more domineering than underground Hades, and the 'death' of cultivators is qualitatively different from ordinary people, perhaps cultivators are not called death, but dormant.

The Soul Eater Technique can forcibly engulf the soul of a cultivator, and after refining in the Soul Refining Furnace for a few years, the practitioner will become a loyal and powerful evil soldier, which is a great thing for the Demon Dao.

But what is Feng Lin nostalgic for? As long as these souls are eliminated, and Feng Lin is also eliminated after 7749 days, the cultivators of Wanji Mountain will disappear from this world, and he can become a real overlord.

"Lin Lin, since I have become the overlord of the Dharma Dao Continent, these souls exist like air, but I can't help it, in the future, the Demon Dao will be the master of the Dharma Dao Continent, this is the beginning of the Demon Dao Continent, and it will also be the world of the Demon Dao in the future. Ying Tian said a little heavily.

"Congratulations to the Demon Venerable for becoming the future director of the Demon Dao Ten Thousand Traces Mountain. Lin Lin didn't say much, he knew that Feng Lin had compassion, but it was useless to say anything, so he dismounted and bowed.

The two killed the white tiger and were about to return.

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