Qinling, that is, ancient Kunlun, where the Chinese dragon vein is located.

In the reckless deep mountains shrouded in clouds and mist all day long, in addition to the sky and the sky and all kinds of fierce beasts, tourists are rare, but no one knows, in this poor mountain and bad water land, there is a group of mountain people, they have worked here in their times, living in isolation, the villages where the mountain people gather are not connected to water and electricity, and there is no network, the only channel they can understand the outside is to send a shrewd and capable mountain people out of the mountains every six months to sell mountain specialties, except for some daily necessities, and will not mention their paradise to outsiders, even if outsiders have a heart, there is no trace。

This group of people can be traced back to the end of the Sui Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty, has a history of more than 1,300 years, from the beginning of more than 10,000 people, to now only more than 30 people remain, the gray-haired old people are the majority, these people are out of the same vein, every family is practicing martial arts, so they can fight against the fierce beasts in the mountains, survive in the harsh environment of the Qinling Mountains, and most of them are long-lived, and the life span of the strong can even reach more than 200 years old, but that is already the old yellow calendar of the Ten Kingdoms period.

In the antique and large-scale meeting hall, more than 20 old people sat in two columns, and a few young people stood behind some old people's chairs, looking at the seniors of the old people they were standing on.

This council hall was built when this group of people first entered the mountains, when the families were prosperous, but unfortunately the good times were short-lived, and as internal intermarriage became more and more frequent, they could not, or did not dare to intermarry, which led to a smaller and smaller population.

There is a Taishi chair in the center of the meeting hall, and there is a plaque hanging on the Taishi chair, on which the word "Xuantian" is written. There is a painting hanging on the back wall, in which the man's hair is half draped and half bundled, and the sword eyebrows reveal the arrogance and momentum of the world, but there is a flash of lightning in his eyes, and he is wearing a white large-sleeved Confucian shirt.

No one sat down on the Taishi chair at the top, only an old man with white hair, cold eyebrows, and a pale face stood on the sunken steps in front of the Taishi chair, looking at everyone in the hall condescendingly, but the crowd in the hall was all frowning, and there was no look in his eyes.

"Ahem"

An old man in the hall cleared his throat, then stood up, walked slowly to the center, and arched his hand to the old man: "Senior brother, the gate of heaven has not been opened for a long time, so my Xuanmen line has been guarding here for nearly a thousand years, if the door line has withered to this point today, in another ten years and eight years, the Xuantian line will be all here!

The name of the person who spoke was Xuan Qing, he was the character of "Qing", and he wanted to see the immortals and forget the immortals.

Because Xuanmen, in ancient times, was an immortal sect.

The old man waved his hand and motioned for the person who spoke to sit down, his name is Xuan Qingsheng, he is now the elder of the Xuantian Guardian Line, that is, the lord of this place, at this moment, he couldn't help but wrinkle into a Sichuan character between the two white eyebrows, and only sighed after a long time: "I don't know, but our lineage is the last remnant of the Xuantian Sect in the great war in ancient times, and our mission is to protect the Xuantian Gate and assist the awakening power of the sect to rebuild the glory of the sect, we must continue to guard, and we can only continue to guard it......"

"Uncle Master, I don't think it's better to learn from other sects to enter the secular world, although it's a little late now, but with our ability, we will definitely be able to mix in the secular world! cough, guarding the gate of heaven, in a few years, there will be no one left in our vein! Now I want to get a daughter-in-law and I have nowhere to find it, Uncle Shi, you are my grandfather's senior brother, I can't let him lose this vein. The young man standing behind Xuan Qing said with a disdainful expression.

His name is Xuan Tianwen, is the grandson of Xuan Qingyu, Xuan Qingyu's son went to the secular world to inquire about the news in the early years when he met a girl outside, but he could only take the girl back to the mountain, and never went out of the mountain, and gave birth to a son and died of depression, for a girl who grew up in the world of flowers, there is no fun here, it is tantamount to hell. Xuan Qing's delirious son also died depressed because of the death of his wife, leaving Xuan Tianwen, the old man is even more pampered, and now every time he goes out to the mountains to inquire about the news and the secular world transactions are carried out by Xuan Tianwen, the young people who have seen the world of flowers are even more disdainful of the so-called mission, and they are open-mouthed.

"Shut up!" Xuan Qingyu's face was full of anger when he heard this, and after saying that, he hurriedly stood up and explained to Xuan Qingsheng: "Tianwen is young and light, I don't know how important it is, I hope senior brother don't mind!"

The look of loneliness in Xuan Qingsheng's eyes flashed away, thinking that although he decided to live in seclusion and guard the sect in order to avoid troubles, everyone was full of ambition and high spirits, and the entire Xuanmen exuded ambition to win the world.

Now everyone is in danger, I don't know when it will be gone, and the Xuanmen will turn from a secret to a joke.

No matter what Xuan Qingsheng thought in his heart, he couldn't show it on his face, because he was the last pillar of these thirty people, and once he gave up, many people were afraid that they would not be able to support it.

"Presumptuous!"

Xuan Qingsheng waved his sleeves, and his eyes exuded endless meaning, "How can the sect allow you to slander Huangkou Xiao'er wantonly, thinking that you are guilty of your first offense, you will be punished to face the wall of the Heart Cultivation Pavilion for seven days, and then you will be expelled from the sect next time!"

Xuantianwen, who has been in contact with modern society, feels that no one has the right to dispose of his life, and it is precisely because he has seen the mastery of modern weapons that he sneers at the so-called cultivation inheritance of the Xuanmen lineage, so he is only slightly stronger than normal adults in the secular world, and he will not eat or drink for seven days to face the wall is simply to give him half his life.

Xuan Tianwen's face immediately changed greatly, and before he could shout out that he was not convinced, his grandfather Xuan Qingyu had already answered on his behalf: "Thank you senior brother for being magnanimous, I will definitely discipline him strictly after I go back!"

Xuan Qingsheng saw it, sighed in his heart, as if he was a few years older, and said, "If there is nothing else important, we will discuss it another day!"

After speaking, one person walked down the steps first, and the rest of the people stood up and gave them away, Xuan Qingsheng suddenly stopped when he came to the door, everyone thought that the elder still had orders, but Xuan Qingsheng only looked back at the scholar painting on the wall, he couldn't see any expression on his face, turned his head and left, but his steps were a little firmer.

Xuan Tianwen returned home, but the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, why did he waste his good years in this deep mountain and old forest, how wonderful the flower world outside is, every time he returned to the mountain from the secular world, Xuan Tianwen never forgot the secular world, it was to the point that he didn't think about tea and rice, endless delicacies, endless novelty to see, and the most important thing was all kinds of beauties, especially the clubs and other places where he often goes, all kinds of beauties are picked up, every time he thinks of this, Xuan Tianwen has to be excited and can't help himself.

He decided to leave here, he couldn't tell anyone, because those old men and old women, as well as those younger people, had already entered the demon barrier, so let them take their Xuanmen and bury them in this deep mountain and old forest together, and he Xuantianwen was going out to enjoy his life.

Before the so-called law enforcement team found him, Xuan Tianwen had already packed up the animal skins and herbs in the mountains, and he knew that these things were very sought-after in the outside world. I put a blanket on my back and touched it outside the village.

After walking for more than an hour, I saw a boundary monument in the distance, which read, "Death to trespassers".

When Xuan Tianwen was a child, he heard his grandfather Xuan Qing say that the entire village had a protective shield to protect them from being discovered and attacked by strongmen, but they couldn't easily leave this protective cover, and the way to leave was only known to the elders of each generation, and Xuan Tianwen was even more disdainful.

Because every time he went out of the mountain, he easily passed this boundary monument, and he didn't see his master uncle casting a spell on him.

As everyone knows, when he passed by the boundary monument, the boundary monument emitted a white faint light, and the glimmer passed straight through Xuan Tianwen's body, as if he was carrying something, flying in the direction of the village, and it was fleeting.

People have three souls and seven spirits.

The three souls are fetal light, cool spirit, and ghost.

Shuang Ling is in charge of people's intelligence and wisdom, in other words, a person who loses one of the three souls, Shuang Ling, will slowly become a fool.

The white light carried away was one of the three souls of Xuantian Wen, Shuang Ling.

For those who leave the Guardian Land without permission, the ancestors have long foreseen that in order to maintain the privacy of the Heavenly Gate and punish the traitors, they have already set up a large array of Zhou Tian in the Guardian Land.

What Xuan Tianwen didn't know was that every time he went out of the mountain, his master Bo Zhen would sacrifice in the "Zong Temple", and if he could return to the mountain within the agreed time, he would always be safe and sound. Otherwise, thousands of miles to heaven and earth, the magic circle will destroy his life card, and he will be wiped out in an instant.

The white light flew straight into the temple and accurately hit the life card engraved with the words "Xuantian Wen".

"Smack"

The wooden sign cracked in response, and a crack made the wooden sign split but not completely shattered.

Xuan Tianwen didn't know what all this was happening, but he felt a little tired, and he still kept his head in the road, complaining that the mountain road was difficult to walk, and at the same time kept thinking about how happy and wanton the next days should be.

Xuan Qingsheng stood alone in front of the entrance of the cave that their ancestors had guarded for generations, his expression was indescribably lonely, he was only 97 years old, but he felt that his limit was approaching, and his clan was not only getting fewer and fewer, but his life span was getting shorter and shorter.

Xuan Qingsheng had always had an obsession in his heart, he wanted to know what kind of scene was in the cave behind the Broken Dragon Stone, and was there really the power of the sect thousands of years ago? Are they dead or alive? Is the persistence of the clansmen from generation to generation really meaningful? These questions he had asked himself countless times in the dead of night.

"Alas......"

Xuan Qingchang sighed, and was about to turn around and leave.

"Boom...... Boom!"

A huge rumbling sound accompanied by a slight movement towards Xuan Qingsheng!

Xuan Qingsheng was stunned for a moment! His eyes were full of disbelief! His eyes gradually moistened.

The rest of the people who heard the movement immediately rushed towards the cave! Everyone was in mixed moods, they wanted to know what was going on as soon as possible!

"That's right, it's behind the Broken Dragon Stone! That's right, I must have heard it right! I heard it right, did you hear the second and third children? It's the power of the sect that has woken up! They are awake! God!" Xuan Qingsheng, who has never been smiling, is crying like a baby in a month at the moment, and the old tears are all over the place!

When the rest of the people heard this, they were all so excited that they cried on the spot, and the rest of the young people were even more excited to hug each other and yell and vent to their heart's content.

Everyone in the world knows that the gods are good, but they can't forget their fame, they have been lonely for a lifetime, lonely for more than a thousand years!

A group of people at the entrance of the cave were still jumping up and down excitedly, and after the dragon stone was broken, on a white jade platform in the depths of the cave, a young man with long hair and a shawl and a white robe was closing his eyes tightly, his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he had encountered a problem, and there were constantly waves of qi around him pushing outward in circles.

Canglang Zhenren was originally a loose cultivator in the Jade Extreme Realm, with extraordinary qualifications, luck and great perseverance, and finally became an eight-turn scattered immortal, which can be described as the first person in the Jade Extreme Realm to be famous in Xiuzhen, and none of those sect masters dared to be presumptuous when they met him, and they all politely said Canglang Zhenren.

But at the time of the ninth tribulation, they were jointly attacked by these sects, and they all thought that Canglang Zhenren could cross the tribulation so smoothly, there must be a unique magic weapon, and the wealth was moving, not to mention this kind of secret related to cultivation and life.

They think that they have a way to force Canglang real people to tell the secret of the catastrophe.

While fighting against the Heavenly Tribulation, Canglang Zhenren, who was dealing with the various major sects, was already seriously injured, and he was about to run out of spiritual power.

"I do have a unique magic weapon to get along with, but I can ensure that I am foolproof! It's not impossible for me to hand it over to you, but you have to make a blood oath, after I hand over the magic weapon, you must let me leave!"

None of the sect masters and sect masters in the field spoke up, and they all secretly discussed, "You can ensure that the tribulation is foolproof! This is a treasure that can't be compared to any natural treasure! You must know that in order to survive the tribulation, they searched all the things in the sect, and they have carefully prepared magic weapons for hundreds of years, and they can resist the heavenly thunder at most." “

In the end, the conclusion of the discussion was that it was decided to pretend to agree first, and then rush up to restrain him before Canglang approached.

The presiding monk of Tianyin Temple spoke first: "The canglang donor's words are reasonable, and we should obey them, so we will swear together." After that, he flew towards the waves with a Zen staff.

Canglang Zhenren watched everyone fly towards him, faintly encircling, and his heart was full of unwillingness: "Today is really a tiger falling in Pingyang and being bullied by dogs." "Mobilize the remaining spiritual power around your body and run wildly.

Everyone looked at the ridicule on the corner of Canglang Zhenren's mouth, and faintly felt that something was wrong, but at present, no one wanted to fall behind, and they didn't think much about it, and they surrounded Canglang Zhenren tightly.

"Since everyone is so sincere, then I'll call out my unique magic weapon first," the hint of ridicule at the corner of Canglang Zhenren's mouth expanded infinitely, and the uneasiness in everyone's hearts became even worse.

"Get out of here! he's going to blow himself up!"

"Hahahaha, it's late! I'm waiting for you below!"

"Boom!"

The movement of Canglang Zhenren's self-explosion actually overshadowed the thunder, the person who should be robbed is dead, and the thunderclouds that originally covered the sky and the sun have been dispersed in less than a cup of tea, with Canglang Zhenren as the center, a radius of hundreds of miles was swept away under his self-explosion, and all the nearest head sect leaders and others were even more dead, and the power of the self-explosion of the Eight Turns Scattered Immortals was not much more than the Heavenly Tribulation.

At this point, Canglang Zhenren has a new name: Canglang Madman! All the famous patriarch masters were served by him, but unfortunately Canglang Zhenren has nowhere to know.

The bizarre thing is that Canglang Zhenren, who originally thought that he would die, didn't expect that he didn't die, and he also took away a monk, and looked inward, although his yuan baby was broken, but being alive was better than anything else, those sects, when he healed his injuries, hum!

The most important thing at the moment is to take this body and look forward to the future!

The original owner of this body is just a Yuan Infant Monk, and it is even more handy for Canglang, even if he is seriously injured now, and the power of the Eight Turns Scattered Immortals is not something that a small Yuan Infant Monk can compete.

"Who are you, and why do you know the sea so quickly in me...... Stop!ah!!"

"Swallow it for me!" Canglang Zhenren's spiritual consciousness turned into a real dragon, making waves in the sea of knowledge of the Yuanying monk.

Before the owner of this body could say a few words, it was devoured by Canglang real people, and then Canglang began to examine this body.

The qualifications of this body are actually the best spirit body for cultivation, and it matches the Canglang Treasure Record majored in Canglang Zhenren, and Canglang can't help but be secretly happy in his heart. But the original owner has lived for nearly a thousand years, and this kind of qualification is only worthy of the Yuan Baby, which makes Canglang wonder.

However, after reading the memories of the original owner, Canglang understood why the original owner wanted to do this.

The owner of the body is named Xuan Wu, and the sect is called Xuantian Sect, after the catastrophe of the sect more than a thousand years ago, the sect decided to let some disciples leave secretly in order to preserve the living force, and Xuan Wu as the only genius disciple in the infant period withdrew to this vast mountain together, in order to look back.

After the catastrophe of the sect, the aura between heaven and earth became weaker and weaker for some reason, and Xuan Wu used the "turtle although longevity" to enter the turtle breath, hoping that when he woke up, the aura of heaven and earth had been restored as before, who knew that he was taken away as soon as he woke up, and it was really unlucky.

Canglang also discovered that he was now in an unknown plane, and there was no name Jade Extreme Realm in Xuan Wu's memory at all. After all, Canglang is a man who has experienced strong winds and waves and blew himself up, and he quickly calmed down, and now the most important thing is to recover from his injuries, and the rest will be said slowly.

Canglang Baolu is a jade book that he accidentally obtained, which records all kinds of cultivation methods, refining alchemy, and anecdotes, all kinds of things are readily available, and even some flowers and herbs are Canglang living into essence, I have never heard of it, which shows how extensive the content of this jade book is.

According to the treasure record, Canglang began to carry Zhou Tian, the wide sleeved robe swayed without wind, and the waves of qi centered on him to push out the decay and dust around him for nearly a thousand years, and began to examine and treat some of the dark injuries and deficiencies left by previous cultivation on his body.

After a big week, Canglang's momentum climbed to the peak, and suddenly there was a bang, like a thunderstorm on dry land, and the spiritual power in his body spread violently.

Canglang slowly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be thunder flashing in them. Canglang dissipated the momentum around his body, and his eyes were immediately gentle like a handsome son.

It seems that the injuries in the body cannot be recovered through cultivation, and it is necessary to have an anti-heaven elixir, and I don't know if there is a spiritual herb elixir in this plane that can treat the injuries of Yuan Ying and Zhihai. Don't think about the combat power of the Eight Turning Scattered Immortals, if you don't want the injury to worsen, Canglang can only suppress the combat power and realm to Jindan, and I don't know if this plane is good or not.

I checked the storage ring of the original owner again, and there was nothing in it, it seemed that the cultivation materials had long been exhausted, so I chose turtle breath in desperation. Radiating his spiritual sense and sweeping the surroundings, there are several other monks in the cave, but they have already turned into white bones, cultivating the truth, the ability to act against the sky, taking his life from the sky, without going through great difficulties, how can he prove the avenue, alas......

Canglang Zhenren, who has long been accustomed to life and death, should not have been so sentimental, maybe he just escaped death, maybe he just succeeded in seizing it, maybe it was the influence of the original owner of the body on him, Canglang Zhenren had a little more "humanity" that he didn't even notice.

With a wave of his hand, he received a few pairs of white bone storage magic weapons, and threw them in his ring when he thought of nothing.

"It's time to get out and see. With that, he stood up, crackling his muscles and bones, and walked towards the entrance of the cave.