Since the collapse of the heavens and the earth more than a month ago, which killed and injured countless people, Tianmen Mountain has become a monument that can only be found in local chronicles.

Now this place has been renamed by the local surviving people, called "Zhenjiao Gorge", hoping that the stone dam formed by the collapse of half of the heavenly gate can really block the fierce river Jiao in the gorge.

Fortunately, it seems that the pious prayers of the people finally soothed the wrath of the mountain god, and the river never overflowed the top of the dam again, and the canyon that collapsed out of thin air was deep enough to form a huge and narrow lake, and there was no longer the dangerous scene of the angry Jiao touching the gate of heaven.

It's just that the originally fertile fields in the river valley have been flooded, and I'm afraid that no matter how much the sacrifice is, the god of grain will not give half a grain of grain in the coming year, and the official who occasionally comes to the disaster area to inspect has said that the red-clothed priest sent by the Son of Heaven is on the way, and everyone only hopes that the servant of the god of grain can bring more food.

A sudden war in the central and northern part of Ganzhou involved too much energy of the government, resulting in the people in the disaster area can only fend for themselves.

However, the red-clothed priest mentioned by the red-mouthed and white-toothed official has not been seen, but a team of swordsmen dressed in yellow came uninvited, led by a man in green clothes, carrying a giant sword that looked very weighty.

The man in Tsing Yi has bearded sideburns and a burly body, but his face is a little pale, and when he first came, he occasionally vomited a mouthful or two of blood, which was shocking, and it seemed that his life was short. The yellow-clothed swordsmen under his command are all fierce, and they have a sharp and compelling look from their bones.

They traveled through the muddy road like a swamp, but instead of paying homage to the Flying Immortals, which is said to be inhabited by mountain gods, they set up camp near the stone dam.

These Jianghu people, who are not easy to mess with at first glance, ignore the local people, and it doesn't seem like they want to come to occupy the mountain as the king.

The stone dam is towering like a low mountain, because it is made of mountain rocks, there are many gaps of large and small on the dam body, forming thousands of flowing springs and waterfalls of different forms, the misty water mist reflects the colorful colors under the sunlight, and there are quite some magnificent scenery of clouds and clouds.

The view of the dam top is excellent, the lake rises and falls to the west, the east can see the big river rushing, the head is down, the waterfall is like the Milky Way flowing down, the water mist is like purple smoke rising, when you look up, half of the Tianmen Mountain, a flying immortal view, the sun, moon and stars rotate endlessly.

The man in Tsing Yi with the giant sword will go up to the dam alone every morning, pick a mountain rock at will, or lean on or sit cross-legged, maybe a pillar of incense will come down, or he may sit for several days and nights without eating, drinking, or sleeping.

In a flash, it is more than half a month.

Towards noon, a yellow-clothed swordsman quietly climbed to the top of the dam, moving swiftly and swiftly, but without making a sound.

He gently put down the dry food and water he was holding in his hand, and stood silently on the side.

The great swordsman in Tsing Yi was sitting cross-legged on a huge rock near the lake at the moment, leaving only a burly back for the swordsman in yellow.

"Disperse the pilgrims around you at once, and retreat at least ten miles, including you, and do not approach any matter what happens. ”

"No!"

The yellow-clothed swordsman bowed his head to receive the order, without any superfluous words.

This elder in Tsing Yi looked at his rough face, but his mind was extremely delicate, and his temperament was also quiet and calm, and he would rarely issue such an order, but once it was issued, it was bound to be irreversible.

The yellow-clothed swordsman waited quietly for a moment, and when he saw that the elder had no additional orders, he bowed back without a sound.

Pei Dongting's previous physical injuries were not a big deal, but he was cut off by Liu Tugou in the most dangerous inspiration confrontation, which really hurt his heart and almost fell back to mortal dust from the realm of grandmasters.

For this kind of psychic blow, he has actually experienced it once.

On that day, the blood flowed like a river outside Dingxiang City, and the sword intent on the bank of the Ningqing River was full of light, whether it was the West Lake Grandmaster who died when he heard the Dao Dynasty, or the white-clothed sword demon who avenged his wrongs, they all gave him too much shock who was lucky not to die.

The so-called seeking the Tao with a sword is finally no longer just an empty word, but for the first time, it is truly presented in front of his eyes with a bloody and cruel face.

At that time, Pei Dongting was just an ordinary swordsman practicing the Qi Realm in the West Lake Sword Palace, just like these yellow-clothed swordsmen who are now following him, he threw himself under the door of a certain elder in Tsing Yi, serving carefully, working hard, just seeking to practice with the Grandmaster Guan, and to be able to get a glimpse of the avenue once he had enlightenment.

The low-level swordsmen in the Sword Palace do not attach importance to the status of master and apprentice, and have always used the sword as their teacher, mostly relying on self-understanding.

As for the cultivation and even life and death of these yellow-clothed juniors, they are all insignificant to the Tsing Yi great swordsmen who seek the Tao with swords and become grandmasters.

If you don't agree, you go, that's all.

And those outer gate swordsmen who are not even worthy of yellow clothes and are only allowed to wear gray clothes are even less worth mentioning.

Of course, there are exceptions, and there are also extremely rare master-apprentice inheritances in the Sword Palace, Pei Dongting is an example.

Because of his temperament and talent that not only did not die in great calamities, but also broke through the realm, he finally won the blue eyes of the Lord of the West Lake and was accepted as a disciple by exception.

This is a true continuation of the Taoist system, and it is especially significant in the West Lake.

The cultivation method of the disciples in the West Lake, a towering kendo holy land, can be said to be very different from most sects on the rivers and lakes, and it has always had a mixed reputation.

However, no matter what the eyes of the world cast, the truth is that few people can afford to provoke this group of sword-wielding madmen.

The news of the sudden collapse of Tianmen Mountain caused the destruction of life on the shore of the river, and this news quickly reached the ears of Pei Dongting, who was on the way back to the east, and immediately attracted his attention, regardless of his injuries, and ordered to turn back to the west.

If he doesn't want to find a way to complete it, not to mention that he can't go further on the cultivation path like a boat sailing against the current, it is extremely difficult to keep the realm of the grandmaster.

Getting up from where he fell, and personally observing the present scene after the landslide and the flood were raging, was undoubtedly extremely beneficial to Pei Dongting.

Whenever he thought of the young swordsman named Liu Tugou, Pei Dongting was both shocked and admired, and the young cultivation master fell second, but he really didn't know what kind of opportunity it should be, and he actually gave him such a terrible inspiration.

He would never have imagined that when the natural disaster occurred, the young man stood on Tianmen Mountain and witnessed the apocalyptic scene with his own eyes.

The sword intention of destroying the mountain is unforgettable.

As a Grandmaster, Pei Dongting could naturally feel the terrifying sword intent remaining between the mountains and rivers, and it was especially strong at the top of the lonely peak that was still standing.

He already knew that there was a lonely but prosperous Flying Immortal Temple after the disaster.

The iron peak is like a knife, it is the realm that belongs to the great master of the supernatural power, and it is not something that ordinary people can touch.

Nowadays, West Lake Tsing Yi wants to go up to Daoshan to have a look.

There was no one in Siye, Pei Dongting got up calmly, and floated to the bottom of the stone dam in a few vertical jumps.

Slowly coming to the foot of the Heavenly Gate, the Tsing Yi great swordsman bowed and said solemnly: "Swordsman Pei Dongting, dare to borrow the sword of his predecessors to take a look." ”

After speaking, the sword intent is soaring into the sky!