A long time ago, a genius appeared in Chang'an City. Legend has it that when this person was born, auspicious clouds fell from the sky, and white phoenixes flew on the roof beams.

Brocade clothes walk at night, the blue waves are rolling, and a white figure on the calm water surface, surrounded by white clouds, comes step by step. There are faint clouds covering the woman's face, and it can be vaguely seen that she is tall and flawless.

Many people's memories of her only exist. Dragon Shenyue, after seven years, returned to Chang'an again. An immortal overture has been played. Look at the prosperity and coldness of this world, who can dominate the world.

At the same time, in a deep dark valley, a terrifying fire was ignited. The flames were blazing, black smoke was billowing out, and a middle-aged man holding a bone sword licked his lips.

"I didn't expect to meet a spirit beast with the blood of a nine-headed lion in the human world, yes, I just lack a mount. The middle-aged man in sackcloth slapped the bone sword in his hand, and the sword light turned into a shattered shadow, rising in the wind, and lingering into a giant snake.

A golden lion with a blue eye split in the center of his eyebrows. It roared, and the mountains and forests shook, and golden flames erupted from its blue pupils. It was covered in golden hair and fluttering, like a leaping flame, and it was extremely majestic.

The man who looked at the golden lion condescendingly sneered, and he was not verbose. He recited the mantra and flapped the bone sword, which turned into a bone snake and wrapped itself around the golden lion. The flames kept devouring the bone snake, and I saw that the broken bone snake was forged from a section of giant bones. The flames couldn't be burned, but the bone snake flicked its tail and threw the giant lion to the ground.

The golden lion let out a wail, and the man in sackcloth on the opposite side let out a chuckle. From the storage bag, he pulled out a gold ring that exuded a faint green glow.

"Evil beast, don't surrender yet!"

The golden ring spun around, turned into spiritual light, and put it on the head of the golden lion. The man in sackcloth laughed and flew directly down on the golden lion, shouted "drive", and turned into a burst of fire.

At the foot of Qishan Mountain, there is a thatched house. Inside the thatched hut lived an old man with white eyebrows and white hair, and a tall man. He lived in the mountains for a long time, hoeed the fields and planted flowers, and raised lotus with sencha. He has kept two spiritual pets in captivity for pleasure and has lived in seclusion in Qishan for decades.

The thatched hut is made of purple bamboo, covered with thick thatch, and is located in the valley of Qishan. A clear spring flowed down from the top of the mountain, and a small ditch was dug to bring the spring into the one-acre pond in front of the thatched house. It is autumn, and the lotus flowers in the pond are red and dazzling.

The small waterwheel, turning day after day, the years are quiet, and I don't know what year the Wei and Jin dynasties are. In the midst of the singing of birds and flowers, there is a moth that flies in front of the grass hut every day. There is a meditation room, the lights are on and off, and the candles are empty. I couldn't hear the wind, and I didn't move in the grass. The moths flew over the candle flame again and again, facing the sea of fire.

No one knows what is going on in the mountains, no one sees it.

Moths to the fire, one at a time. Once a day, there will be a moth, looking for fate under the Buddha statue in the meditation room. Again and again, again and again, I have been thrown into it. The gray moth already has a pair of wings that have grown golden cicada wings.

Forty years ago, an old man outside Chang'an City saw an old fairy, riding a ride like a buffalo, and appeared in Qishan. I heard the old man say that this is the star monarch who went down to earth to assist the emperor. Some people also say that this is a thousand-year-old demon, and no one dares to go to the depths of Qishan since then. Some people say that this is a bodhisattva, and that he was a god sent by God to save the people in the world during the drought.

Lin Ziyun and the others left from the Moon Bridge, the wind and the moon were like frost, and the world was desolate. The dew is like a pearl, the moon is like a bow, the gray and yellow soil, and the vicissitudes of antiquity are not Lin Ziyun's first impressions of this world.

Not long after following Li Mugang, Lin Ziyun did not relax his vigilance, and took Qin Tianhe along the way, and secretly guessed various possibilities.

After walking a short distance, Li Mu was stunned. Lin Ziyun is not like Li Mu flying with the help of magic weapons, the speed is slower, seeing Li Mu suddenly stopped in front of him, he thought that this person was thinking that he was slow. Unexpectedly, Li Mu's face was shocked, and he said, "Brother Lin, it's not good." Someone from my fellow disciple has had an accident. ”

Looking at Li Mu's anxious face, it didn't seem to be lying. Lin Ziyun asked when, Li Mu pondered for a moment before speaking: "Just now I received a message from a disciple in the door saying that it was at the foot of Qishan Mountain outside Chang'an City, and a spiritual treasure was found. ”

Li Mu saw that Lin Ziyun didn't answer, and then said: "Brother Lin doesn't know, the human world has changed, and the aura of heaven and earth has recovered. A war between immortals, the struggle for hegemony among the nations, has begun. And if we and the Immortal Cultivation Sect take this opportunity to assist a virtuous monarch to dominate the world, we can share the luck of heaven and earth and get a lot of benefits. ”

"Don't mention it at this time, if Brother Lin can trust him, can he accompany him for a trip. Just waiting for the assistance of King Xian to ascend the throne, what Brother Lin needs, just mention it, within Li's ability, he will definitely not shirk. ”

Seeing that he spoke sincerely and did not say anything refusal, Lin Ziyun also wanted to meet the characters in the cultivation realm. What's more, Lin Ziyun is in the human realm, doing this person a favor, and it will also have a lot of benefits for his follow-up plans. At least this person must be a person from the cultivation realm, and as for how to enter the cultivation realm, Lin Ziyun has always wanted to know.

Lin Ziyun put down Qin Tianhe, explained, and walked away with Li Mu. Lin Ziyun did not delay, and sat with Li Mu on a magic weapon like a pu fan controlled by the latter. The speed was fast, much faster than his own spiritual power flight, and the two of them flew high in the air, like a comet flame across the sky, and had already flown out of Chang'an City.

People are high in the sky, looking at the lights of thousands of homes below, getting smaller and smaller, farther and farther away, straight like a leaf of Bodhi, a grain of dust. Lin Ziyun's mind was moved, looking at the starry sky from afar, his heart was unusually calm, without a trace of waves.

Li Muzheng was controlling the magic weapon and didn't pay attention to Lin Ziyun's changes. At this moment, Lin Ziyun's body was filled with a faint cyan light, and a mysterious scripture appeared in his mind.

"Three Thousand Swords of Flying Immortals" is inherited to the ancient god Yu Wenyou. The primeval gods are the darlings of heaven and earth, the great races in the universe. This "Three Thousand Swords of Flying Immortals" is rumored to be a world-shattering Dafa passed down by the ancient gods and humanitarians, and it is a famous killing immortal recipe.

At this moment, the galaxy is like hanging, and the stars are shining. Lin Ziyun was bathed in blue light, surrounded by mysteries. At some point, countless quaint little swords appeared on his head, some like dragons, some like tigers, some like a thatch, and some like a branch.

What is a sword? The sword is a weapon of killing, the sword is also a red face when you are angry at the crown, the sword is also uneven, and the sword can also be a heroic and righteous spirit. A grass cuts the stars, and a dead branch cuts off the mountains. A sword can be anything, a sword can be a wisp of smoke, a breath.

If anyone is here, they will be amazed by what they see. The galaxy was like a match, turning into a divine sword, and the sea of stars suddenly changed, and countless starlights swirled around, forming a heavenly sword. Lin Ziyun's hair fluttered, his eyes were gold, and his forehead was already covered with beads of sweat.

The starry sky is like ink, the white-clothed forest is picturesque, and three thousand fairy swords are flying. Lin Ziyun slowly opened his eyes, and there were countless sword qi in his eyes. Heaven and earth qi machine chaos, just now Lin Ziyun fell into an epiphany, captured a trace of the trajectory of the avenue, and actually practiced this "Flying Immortal Three Thousand Swords" by coincidence.

This is a set of techniques, not exercises. Although Lin Ziyun has cultivated the "Qi Refining Technique", this method is a practice, and it can only attract qi into the body and use spiritual power. The rest also have the flame knife set of superficial exercises, and the fixation technique, drawing the ground as a prison belongs to the category of prohibition and formation.

Lin Ziyun secretly thought that it should be because of the magic medicine that Yuwenyou refined for himself, so that every time he was under the starry sky, he would feel that the system was easier to ethereal and enter the state, which might be because Yuwenyou's family was the darling of the starry sky. However, this is just Lin Ziyun's speculation, and this matter is not important. The important thing is that the Three Thousand Swords themselves have already started to get started, and with this set of spells, if they encounter enemies in the future, they don't have to rely on a single spell such as the Flame Knife to fight the enemy.

While he was thinking, the speed of the fan under his feet gradually slowed down. Li Mu's voice also came from his ears, "Lin Daoyou, here, this is the place." ”。

A streamer pierces the sky. There is a purple bamboo sea below, like a river and a sea.