Seven days is just a snap of a finger for a person who cultivates immortals. But if something big happens, especially a particularly bad one, it seems like a long time.

The East Pole Mountains have a wide terrain.

The east, west, north and south are connected to each other in the territory of a large state and county, and there are six highest places between its thousands of peaks, which are the land of the six main mountain ranges of the Cangli Sword Sect.

In the past thousand years, the number of disciples who came to the Cangli Sword Sect to worship the mountain gate has increased dramatically, and they have no choice but to build Lingming City from the bottom of the seventh half-hori peak for the disciples of the outer sect to practice hard labor, so it is the seventh vein.

The original six veins have been inherited for nearly 10,000 years, among which the towering mountain in the south is called "Mixed Yuan Peak"! It is the place where the disciples of the Youyun First Vein Sect live and practice, and the one in charge of that area is one of the seven saints of the current world, and the first Youyun Elder of the sixteenth generation of the Mixed Yuan Peak, Sword Venerable Xuanqing!

The gray sky was full of snowflakes, and the snow was white, and there was a vast world.

A white light suddenly fell from the clouds in mid-air, and the brilliance swirled into a sword shadow and returned to the palm of the green-shirted youth.

Dongfang Que slapped the snowflakes on his bun, shaking his body and shaking off the white snow stuck to his clothes, he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, he really happened to encounter two heavy snows in the first ten years.

He straightened his shirt and stepped on the white snow as he walked inside, and not long ago he came across a young man with a dark complexion walking towards him.

Dongfang Que stretched his frowns, and suddenly showed his face. This mixed yuan peak mountain is high and broad, and there are not many disciples, and it is not easy to find a fellow disciple to lead the way when he comes on weekdays. Today, it just so happened that as soon as I arrived at the mountain gate, I met an acquaintance and beckoned: "Nan Lifeng, Senior Brother Nan!"

This swarthy young man is called Nan Lifeng, the earliest disciple of the first generation of the Mixed Yuan Peak, the earliest entry is not the best, but the qualifications are very poor, not as good as the level of ordinary people, even if it is placed in other third- and fourth-rate sects, it will not be treated well, and it can be said that it is a miracle to be able to enter the inner door of the Cangli Sword Sect Mixed Yuan Peak!

Nan Lifeng's qualifications are mediocre and his appearance is also very ordinary, he has been practicing for thirteen years and is still struggling at the level of the fourth layer of the Yuan Spirit Realm, not to mention the extraordinary temperament of a person who cultivates immortals, but he still looks like he has the essence of a farmer. He grabbed a few white silk threads in his hand, looked for the lower branches, hung one on his hand, and tied a knot.

Nan Lifeng heard someone calling, turned his head to look, put aside the strip of cloth on his hand, patted his hand and wiped the snow water on his waist and walked over.

"Senior Brother Dongfang, why are you here?" Nan Lifeng looked at the person who came and asked aloud.

Dongfang Que didn't answer and asked: "Senior Brother Nan, can you go back to the mountain?" ”

Nan Lifeng nodded, his face was quite embarrassed, and said, "Senior Brother Dongfang, you better go back, the master just explained that even if the head of the family came in person, he would not be there." ”

Dongfang Que: "......"

Before Dongfang Que came out, the head master also solemnly confessed, saying that he would personally climb the mountain to invite him if he didn't see anyone for half an hour. This Xuanqing knew the head very well, and gave an order to expel him before he saw anyone.

These seven saints are thoughtful and unpredictable, and sure enough, none of them are simple characters!

No matter how Xuan Qing explained, Dongfang Que had already arrived at the mountain gate of Mixed Yuan Peak, not to mention the face-to-face, if he ran back to restore his life without even hearing the deity's words, then he would really be scolded to death by the head master.

Dongfang Que said with a bitter face, with a pleading tone: "Senior Brother Nan, the warrant of the head of the family is passed down to a major matter, if it is delayed, you and I can't afford it......!"

Nan Lifeng also had a bitter face, hesitated for a while, and sighed helplessly: "Okay, I don't know if I see you, I can only help you ask..."

......

A small bamboo forest located in the mountain behind the Mixed Yuan Peak is a personal forbidden place designated by Xuanqing, and disciples are not allowed to come in on weekdays.

In the open space in the middle of the bamboo forest, a young man in tattered and dirty clothes lay flat on the thick snow.

He was asleep, one eye closed.

He seemed to be awake again, and his other right eye was suddenly round and round, and the hollow eye socket was staring at the boss, and there was no pupil inside, as if a bottomless abyss was bubbling with a steaming and filthy black gas.

The expression of the cheek became more and more distorted, more and more hideous, and the immature features were huddled together, hugging towards the hollow edge of the right eye, as if to collapse into it.

The black gas became thicker and thicker, fluttering upward, and the filthy black gas gradually condensed in mid-air, and the shadow of an old face appeared.

In front of the young man, in the open space on the snowy surface, stood a middle-aged man with long gray hair and a gray robe. He was tall and tall, like a mountain, and his eyes were deep and dark, staring quietly at the shadow of this emerging face.

"It's bad luck to do too much of this! I met two people in a row..."The old man's voice was very hoarse, and he sighed very unwillingly.

The middle-aged man was expressionless, and said indifferently: "The dignified man Demon Lu is so famous that he doesn't even let go of a child, and he has fallen into such a situation!"

The phantom of this face could not be condensed, but it was recognized by the middle-aged man at a glance.

Lu Xuan sighed abruptly: "My qualifications are very poor and I can't enter the Fa, if I want to cultivate immortals and enter the Dao for a long time, don't say that even if I am a baby, it is also my longevity talisman! Xuanqing, a genius disciple of the great sect of the Immortal Sect like you, will never understand the suffering of people like us." ”

Xuan Qing's eyebrows furrowed, his eyes were full of cold light, his palm was turned up, and a red flame erupted from his palm, and he said: "The evil demon is outside, he doesn't think about the sin, and he is strong!"

Xuanyan's true fire was extremely terrifying, the flames bloomed on all sides, the air suddenly heated up, the white snow dried up, and the scattered snowflakes also steamed white mist, and the black gas diffused in the young man's eyes shook twice, and he was afraid that he did not dare to continue to spread.

The boy's body trembled violently.

The black gas scorched and smoked, and Lu Yu said viciously, "I can't survive if I fall into your hands anyway, do you want this child to be buried with you?"

Xuan Qing made a move and shouted: "If you let him go, I will let you go too!"

"Ha, hahaha...... Xuanqing is also so naïve, who do you think Lu Disaster will be? Is it me now? or the same person a hundred years ago? Or is it this little child lying on the ground in a few years?"

Lu Woe smiled, smiling unscrupulously: "Sooner or later, he will become me, he will become the next Lu Woe!

"Give me death!"

Xuan Qing was furious, completely angry, the flame in his palm pushed into the black gas, the Xuanyan True Fire exploded instantly, and the phantom of the land disaster in the black gas "snorted" a few times and let out a terrible wail, turning into green smoke.

The flame scorched the black gas and continued to spread downward, and if you wanted to see it, it would burrow into the eyes of the black hole and wreak havoc on the young man's body.

Xuan Qing's right hand stretched out again, held high above his head, and a red sword rainbow fell from the sky and clouds, and the sword body was red like blood, glowing with a strange red light, rotating in Xuan Qing's palm, trembling and whispering.

There was a phantus floating on the sword, like a human form, ethereal but as if it didn't exist.

The snow is dyed crimson, and the ground is like red cherry blossoms.

The Cangli Sword Sect has hidden countless swords in the past 10,000 years, among which the nine great immortal swords and seventy-two spirit swords are famous, and there are six peerless divine weapons on it. This handle in Xuanqing's hand is one of the six, and it is absolutely unparalleled!

Xuan Qing looked at the blood-colored red sword in his palm and muttered, "In the future, I will leave it to you!"

Xuan Qing flipped down his palm, and Chi Jue Cangxuan stabbed into the dark eye socket with some demonic red light, and the sword was about three feet long and suddenly sank into the eye, which was only a few inches deep, and the soaring black gas was swallowed by the red light on the sword, and the pitch-black abyss was suddenly sealed.

The boy's body became spasmodic, and his skin was so bulging that it glowed red. His body swelled higher and higher, and it looked like he was turning out of control.

The mortal body of the flesh, how can it withstand the power of the artifact!

Xuan Qing's face sank, and he suddenly became solemn. He took out a jasper porcelain bottle from his arms, flicked his fingers to open the cap, and carefully poured out a crystal clear elixir with a mist from it and sent it into the young man's mouth.

Then the true qi in his right hand turned into a medicinal power, and the young man's body emitted a burst of cyan aura. The cyan light dispersed the red light, and finally converged on the pupil of the right eye.

The light faded, and the boy's body returned to its normal posture. It's just that there is a faint blue glow and red light lingering in the pupil of that eye, and it slowly closes.

"The king is dead, but you are still alive... Injustice, injustice!"

A faint pain appeared on Xuan Qing's face, the porcelain vase in his hand rolled down and fell into the snow, and he sighed to himself: "Pure Cangxuan, Transform the Spirit Pill, are you collecting debts from me for that person?"

Suddenly, Xuan Qing's face turned cold, his eyes sank to the young man on the snow, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Yang Yifan, you give me life! If you dare to die, I, Xuan Qing, will definitely not spare you!"

As soon as Xuan Qing's words fell, a "squeak" of footsteps came, and a simple voice came from the place outside the small bamboo forest: "Master, Dongfang Queqiu, the head disciple of Tianjian Mountain..."

"No! I told you that no one was there!" Xuan Qing was in a very bad mood and didn't listen to that voice at all.

“......”

"Just say that I am sick and am in retreat to recuperate, and tell him to go back!"

“......”

Xuan Qing's tone was impatient: "What are you still standing there doing?"

The voice hesitated for a moment, and said softly, "Master, Senior Brother Dongfang is already waiting outside. Senior Brother Dongfang said that the head of the sect had summoned the six leaders to discuss important matters, and the other leaders were already waiting in the Spirit Sword Pavilion of Heavenly Sword Mountain. said yes, said that after half an hour, the master still didn't appear, and those uncles had to go up to the mixed yuan peak to discuss. ”

“......”

"That's it!" the deep voice was helpless.

Xuan Qing walked out of the bamboo forest and appeared in front of the two young men, looking tired and walking outside: "Nan Lifeng, you take the people inside out to settle down, I will go back as soon as I go." ”