"Extinction!" is a completely unfamiliar name, no one has ever heard of it in the outside world, but in the past two years in Qingcheng Mountain, everyone knows it, and no one knows it. Two years ago, Wan Qing introduced this person into Qingcheng, accepted him as an apprentice, and passed on his mantle, and everyone could see that Wan Qing's care for this person far exceeded that of Wan Qian back then.

However, Yuan Xuan did not appreciate it, although he worshiped him as a teacher, but he was reluctant to live in the Palace of Despair, but had a special affection for the dilapidated Sword Pavilion, which made Wan Qing have to come to the door in person every time he gave an art, which was very puzzling to almost everyone at that time.

Although this is the case, but this person's strength is so strong that even many Qingcheng elders are beyond their reach, and the last fairy sword conference, with one move, defeated Ouyang Shaohua, who has been at the top of the list all year round, and thus established the status of the first person of the young generation in Qingcheng, that is, at that time, Wan Qing openly announced that this person will become the next leader.

Today, for more than two years, the Sword Pavilion is fresh and elegant, sweeping away the previous dilapidation, and outside the golden palace, the strong power of the magic circle tightly wraps here.

"Extinction!" Ye Zishi shouted, and the staff in his hand lightly touched the void, causing layers of ripples, slowly penetrating the magic circle.

"Huhu!" "Huhu!" The cold wind drifted by, the magic circle was like a mist, gradually dispersed, revealing the scene inside, in the courtyard, a white-haired man sat cross-legged, full of aura, like a person in a fairyland, under a closer look, on his side, a phantom naturally formed, slowly gathered into the body.

"It seems that this mirror technique, you have already practiced to the transformation realm!" Ye Zishi fell into the courtyard and said lightly.

There was no answer, the white-haired man was quiet and elegant, a cold temperament under the slender body came naturally from the body, the posture of sitting upright, as if it was a kind of old posture, his face was pale, his lips and teeth were less than ordinary people, and a cold wind drifted out from his body.

"Why bother!" Ye Zishi sighed helplessly, "You should go and see him!"

"What does it matter if you go or not?" Yuan Xuan opened his eyes, that kind of indifference, a kind of vicissitudes, as if he had seen through everything in the ups and downs. It's hard to imagine that a man in his twenties would have such a look.

"Over the years, he has treated you well!" Ye Zishi said lightly.

"Humanity is slim, the fairy road is vast, the ghost road is happy, life and death are in a thought, why be so persistent!" said calmly, "I went, but it was just to increase sadness!"

"But he's been waiting for you!" Ye Zishi said.

"I know!" Yuan Xuan looked up at the Temple of Despair above.

"You know, why do you have to do this! Is it really because of the events of the past?" Ye Zishi asked.

"Death may not be the end, on the contrary, it is another beginning, you should know this better than me!" Yuan Qi said indifferently, "As for the events of the year, Yuan Qi is already dead, and the rest is only Yuan Qi!"

"You've really changed a lot!" Ye Zishi looked at Yuan Zhi deeply, "It seems that what Gu Xian said back then was good, those three thousand ancient knots can really make a person reborn!"

"Practicing for a thousand years, it is less than a moment of epiphany!" Yuan Xuan stood up, the blue light gathered around his body, and a cold wind whistled through, blowing away his full head of white hair, under the thick immortal capital, what was hidden was a posture that rejected people and outsiders, "It's not that I've changed, but the avenue is ruthless, if you want to become a Taoist, you must first approach the Tao!"

"I don't think it maybe!" The ancient gods, although they have attained enlightenment, but they all retain their humanity, just like burning Mo, they can punish the destiny of heaven for the common people, cut down the earth, purify the water, and protect the world!" Ye Zishi said slowly, "Big love and small love, different paths to the same end, not like you!"

"Hehe!" Yuan Xuan smiled, with a hint of loneliness in his eyes, and sighed deeply, "Ten years, I have seen too many joys and sorrows, and sometimes I really forget who I am and why I live! Although the path of love is a feasible road, it is too unstable and easy to fall into inferiority! Therefore, whether it is Penglai or Qingcheng, it is forbidden for disciples to be emotional!"

"Is that because you don't have confidence in others?" Ye Zishi said.

"Maybe!" The figure of Yuan Xuan began to drift, slowly moving towards the back mangosteen forest, Ye Zishi saw this, tapped the staff in his hand, and followed.

Dust-free dwelling, the original dilapidated bamboo house, has been renewed, around it, bamboo poles enclose a small courtyard, making this place look fresh and elegant. On the shore of the quiet lake in front of them, two figures appeared there silently.

"This is here?" Ye Zishi felt a familiar aura, his expression moved, and he thought of something.

"I'll take you to meet your old friend!" Yuan Xuan shouted loudly, "Brother Long, come out!"

"Roar!" With a roar, the originally dark green pool began to roll, and a huge ancient beast brought up a pouring wave, and emerged, with dark green eyes, dragon horns and snake body, hovering out.

"Dragon snake!" Ye Zishi is not strange, when he was a little monkey, although he couldn't move, but he had met this dragon snake a few times, so he was very familiar.

"Whew!" The dragon snake's huge face stepped forward, and it was obvious that he recognized Ye Zishi, and he looked very calm.

"There was a fire in Penglai back then, thanks to Brother Long's timely arrival and dragging me into the underground palace, I won't die!" Yuan Xuan stretched out his right hand, a red light flashed, the mouth of the dragon snake opened quickly, and a crimson sword let out a roar and fell into Yuan Xuan's hand.

"Love-Breaking Sword!" Ye Zishi said, and then he looked at Yuanxuan in disbelief, "Could it be that you used the Love-Breaking Sword!"

"All kinds of obsessions are riddled with a sword, it is better to cut them with a sword!" "The fate is very calm, as if to say something inconsequential, "Okay! Let's get down to business, let's talk about the current situation!"

"Eh!" Ye Zishi took a deep look at the fate, "In the first battle of the year, both sides suffered heavy losses, since then, the Demon Sect began to form an alliance with the Barbarians, and in the past ten years, it has grown in size one after another, and my Qingchengmen, although it has been recruiting new disciples all these years, but there are very few capable ones! Especially in the past two years, the disciples outside the sect have fought with the demons, and there are few victories!"

"What about all saints, what about the poison gods?" asked Yuan Xuan.

"This is not bad news, the internal division of the Demon Sect, the Ten Thousand Saints Gate created by the Ten Thousand Saints, and the Five Poison Sect of the Poison God, there are many contradictions, and the battle between them has really relieved us a lot of pressure!" Ye Zishi stared at the fate and said hesitantly, "But!"

"But as soon as the news of Wan Qing's death enters their ears, the two sides will inevitably join forces to attack! Qingcheng will soon become the target of everyone!"

"That's good!" Ye Zishi nodded, "This is the case in the outside world, but there are also some divisions within Qingcheng, led by the law enforcement elder Cangsong, they don't recognize you as the next head of Qingcheng, this succession ceremony, I'm afraid there will be some setbacks!"

"As the head of the house, I don't care, if someone really has the ability to let Qingcheng survive this catastrophe, I will give it up!" Yuan Xuan said, "It's just that if the chaos continues, I'm afraid that people's hearts will collapse and they will be self-defeating!"

"So, you're going to enter the Palace of Despair?" Ye Zishi said.

Yuan Xuan nodded, pondered for a moment, and finally spoke: "This battle is not only a catastrophe, but also an opportunity, if we win, we can sweep away the haze of my righteous path, so that those people of the Demon Sect will think twice, and they will not be as unscrupulous as before." ”

"What realm have you reached?" Ye Zishi asked, in such a situation, he was really surprised to talk about winning.

"Hehe!" Yuan Xuan smiled slightly, did not answer, and a blue light appeared all around him, and a phantom with the same appearance appeared on the opposite side of him, staring at him.

"Like me, except for you and Moti, I don't know who else will recognize the people back then!" Yuan Xuan looked at the phantom in front of him, and reached out to gently caress his face.

"That's a wild Rong Gu, once you put it on, you can never take it off!" Ye Zishi said, "The face of the past, I'm afraid it will never appear!"

"Follow me into the Palace of Absolute Love!" said lightly, and the Sword of Broken Love planted him and flew quickly into the air.

"Hey, it's a blessing or a curse, it's hard to say!" Ye Zishi picked up a fairy sword at his feet, followed the fate and flew towards the Palace of Despair.

Mingshan, after ten years, has been renewed, the demons who come and go are no longer concealing, from time to time on the top of the mountain, in the sky, the four spirit breath is permeated, I have to say, these years, the demon cult has come out in large numbers, pondering and meditating, and finally the four spirit magic circle has been completely completed.

The Hall of Immortality has long since disappeared, replaced by a brand new sect, the Ten Thousand Saints Gate. The breath there was quiet, and the slightest trace of demonic energy gushed out from the entrance of the cave, endlessly, and more than a dozen demons held their hands to the entrance of the cave, which looked particularly solemn.

In the main hall, Wan Sheng sat on the throne, ten years, his face has not changed, only between the eyebrows, it seems more profound, he is dressed in gold, a transcendent aura from the body, years of competition, let him become a generation of overlord-like figures.

A demon knelt down there, praying something.

"Wan Qing finally can't stand it anymore!" There was no joy, Wan Sheng stepped down, looked at the direction of Qingcheng Mountain, and said lightly, "It seems that this Qingcheng can't survive for a few days!"

"Door Master, then why don't we set out now and destroy the Qingcheng Gate?" said the old man with golden teeth.

"Don't worry!" Wan Sheng hesitated for a moment, "My senior brother is delicate, you must be on guard, I will repair a letter to the poison god and invite him to enter Qingcheng together!"

"Master, what should those savage people do?" said Ning Tu.

"Then there is no need, after all, this is our own business, and it is inconvenient for them to get involved!" Wan Sheng said.

"Door master, something is wrong!" Suddenly, a demon covered in blood rushed in, with a frightened face, he pointed to the door, and muttered in the air, "Door master, he, he!"

"What's the matter,!" said Wansaints, dissatisfied.

"Little... Small... Sister... It's back!" the demon said.

"What!" Wan Sheng's calm face suddenly showed a burst of joy, and he hurriedly stepped off the throne, turned into a yin wind, and rushed out of the cave.

Outside the cave, a strong smell of blood came from the surface, and countless corpses and broken bones were displayed there, which looked extremely terrifying.

"Hell!" the only remaining demon disciple looked like he had gone mad!

The corpses all over the ground made Wan Sheng frown, and a large number of people and horses followed, looking ahead, where a woman wearing a hat and her slender body was trembling, hugging a young man full of demonic energy.

"Ting'er!" Wan Sheng strode forward.

"Don't come here!" Wan Ting quickly retreated, and in a hurry, the hat on her head fell, revealing her panicked face.

"Ting'er, who is he!" Wan Sheng asked.

"Don't move!" Wan Ting was still very panicked, looking at the man behind her, his beautiful eyes shed a line of tears, "Brother Yuan, don't be afraid, it's okay, they won't hurt you!"

"Woo!" The man looked back, staring at everyone coldly, and a thick killing intent gradually emanated.

"Yuan Qi!" everyone gasped.

"Don't exude murderous aura!" Wan Ting shouted.

"All retreat!" Wan Sheng ordered everyone to retreat, gathering away the killing intent.

"Brother Yuan, don't be afraid, no one will hurt you!" Wan Ting comforted softly, and after he comforted him, the demonic qi on Yuan's body slowly dissipated, revealing his original form, and the whole person calmed down.

"Drip, drip!" Yuan Qi held a nine-colored sword, and blood was dripping drop by drop.

"Emperor Sword!"