Xu Beiyou, whose qi was soaring, silently recited the word "receive", and popped out the Zhuxian sword qi at his fingertips, and the seven swords suddenly closed, completely imprisoning the moving statue of Shangqing Daojun.

Xu Beiyou took a few steps forward, carefully examined the statue, and couldn't take his eyes off it.

The age of this statue of Shangqing Daojun is not too long, probably only a few decades, far from the huge wish power generated by hundreds of thousands of years of precipitation and year-round incense offerings, but because it is located in the imperial city, it is impregnated with the breath of the Son of Heaven, and has a bit of supernatural spirituality, coupled with the statue seal engraved with cumbersome and obscure Taoist talismans, so that this sculpture can not only become the carrier of the Yellow Dragon, but also be so powerful and terrifying.

Xu Beiyou even had a feeling that this statue really had an inexplicable connection with the Sword Sect Patriarch in the dark, so he asked the statue before, "Where is the ancestor going?"

It's a pity that the statue didn't respond to him.

Xu Beiyou stretched out his hand and wanted to touch the statue.

The colorful "meow" that squatted on his shoulder seemed to remind him to be careful.

Xu Beiyou hesitated, but still touched his palm on it.

It was as if thunder had exploded in my ears.

Xu Beiyou lost his mind for a moment, his thoughts wandered chaotically, swaying leisurely, not stopping, completely diverging, and in a trance, he seemed to see the ancestor Shangguan Xianchen going out to sea with a sword, thousands of flying swords followed, the old master of the Daomen taught Zichen to ride a dragon down the mountain, and the purple qi came from the east for twenty-nine thousand, there were thirty-six sword sects, and there were three clear gasifications, and the two masters of the world who were almost immortals in the sky went all out.

Then I saw the rolling river, the sky on the river was dim and the clouds covered the mist, there was the ancestor Shangguan Xianchen opened the sky and shook the nine heavenly tribulations, the sword was full of energy, the thunder and lightning were sensen, and finally cut off the gate of heaven; there was also Mr. Fu's step by step lotus, stepping on the golden bridge, reciting moral mantras, and starting with the six great treasures to start the town of Qiankun; there was also a sword of the Son of Heaven of Emperor Xiao, the sword head started in Jiangdu, the tip of the sword stopped in the middle capital, and the eastern capital and the northern capital were both sides of the sword, traversing most of the world, how magnificent!

In such a realm, it can be regarded as a real escape.

There was another thunderclap, and all the scenes in front of him were like smoke and smoke, and they all disappeared.

At this moment, Xu Beiyou seemed to be standing on top of the nine heavens, looking around blankly, with mountains, rivers and plants under his feet, and the sun, moon and stars above his head.

He is no stranger to this state, when he practiced the Weiyang Sword Sutra, he used to travel with his soul, but he was a few hundred zhang away from his body, but now he has entered the Nine Heavens and traveled thousands of miles.

Xu Beiyou looked around blankly, didn't see the way out, didn't know the way back.

However, there is one thing Xu Beiyou knows very well, this is his once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if he wants to climb the realm in a short period of time, he is bound to seize this rare but unattainable enlightenment, and learn countless immortals to ascend to the sky in one step.

Xu Beiyou looked up, the stars were surging, and a Milky Way was running through it.

Xu Beiyou looked down at the mountains, rivers and rivers, and the cities were dotted with cities.

The upper part is the sky, and the lower part is the earth.

This is by no means an ordinary immortal visible, it is expected that it should be what Shangqing Daojun saw back then.

If Gongsun Zhong had enjoyed the supreme scenery and had this opportunity, he might not be able to take the last step and climb to the top of the eighteenth floor realm of the Earth Immortal.

It's a pity that Xu Beiyou has never seen the scenery above the nine heavens, so he can only enter the ground in one step.

A voice sounded in his ears, "Since you can't cross the clouds, and stay in the world to be an earth immortal." ”

Before the words fell, Xu Beiyou paused suddenly, and then rushed down.

The ground under his feet is getting closer and closer, and Xu Beiyou is seeing more and more things. Maybe it's where the mind is, and most of what you see are people or things related to the Sword Sect.

At first, there was a Taoist in Tsing Yi who carried a sword box and 230,000 swords, and walked on the waves with a bamboo cane.

Then, a white-haired man stepped on a stegosaurus and went out to sea, accompanied by thousands of flying swords.

Then, a white-haired old man carried the sword box again, alone.

Xu Beiyou could "see" that the old man walked over with a sword box on his back, came to the northwest and saw a child holding a summer cicada.

Finally, the old man with the sword box on his back met the child holding the cicada, and the sword box was wide open, and a sword was born.

The whole body of that sword was dark and black, from the hilt to the sword body, there were purple and green qi like two long dragons entangled, there was white light on the outside, and red light loomed inside.

Zhu Xian.

The third thunder sounded, and Xu Beiyou's figure involuntarily rose again, flying into the Nine Heavens, and saw that there were twelve fierce sword qi between heaven and earth.

Among them, seven sword qi came towards Xu Beiyou together, surrounding him, and there were five sword qi like the princes of one side, standing still and unruly.

At this time, nothing more than a stone's throw away from him was a golden sword aura.

This golden sword qi continued to change, and finally turned into a long sword, the scabbard was like a dragon's body, the sword was like a dragon's claw, and the sword head was a dragon's head with pearls.

If Chi Lian is a giant python, killing and domineering, then this sword is a dragon, a royal road.

The struggle for hegemony has lasted for hundreds of years, and in the final analysis, it is the same end.

The organs were exhausted, and the common people were slaughtered, in exchange for a face to the south and the north.

There are only a few hundred words in the history books.

Why do you care if he is immortal or stinking for thousands of years?

Xu Beiyou took a deep breath and gestured to hold the sword.

This sword instantly had a great sword aura, stabbing on Xu Beiyou's palm, oozing a lot of bright red blood.

Xu Beiyou did not retract his hand, but still maintained this position, closed his eyes, and recalled everything he had seen before.

Rank Ancestor, Sword Thirty-Six, Sword Box Immortal, and the Dragon Slaying Sword used in Julu City.

Yoyo exhaled a breath of turbidity.

Xu Beiyou suddenly grasped the hilt of the sword, regardless of the fact that his palm was pierced by the sword qi and was dripping with blood, and directly crushed the golden sword qi with his five fingers.

Almost at the same time, Huang Long began to struggle violently.

Xu Beiyou felt as if he was holding a dragon in his hand, and the golden sword qi was strong and majestic and rushed to the nine heavens.

Xu Beiyou's cuffs were shattered, his white hair was unrestrained, dancing with the wind, and his figure kept retreating.

But he still didn't let go of half a minute, and said calmly: "Return to the sheath." ”

Xu Beiyou suddenly fell to the mist-shrouded earth under his feet, and there was darkness in front of him.

When he came back to his senses, he found that he was still in the Sanqing Palace, and his palm was still pressed on the statue of Shangqing Daojun.

Colorful still squatted on his shoulder, but at some point, her eyes turned from gold to blue.

Xu Beiyou looked down, and saw that the Yellow Dragon Sword, which had been unsheathed by one foot in the arms of Shangqing Daojun, had been sheathed at some point, and was held in his hand, but the realm of the Earth Immortal Sevenfold Building just now also fell back to the realm of the Earth Immortal Sixfold Building, as if it was a flash in the pan.

The ghost made the gods, Xu Beiyou held the yellow dragon, looked at the statue of the Qing Dynasty Daojun, and whispered the word "go".

The statue of Shangqing Daojun retreated backwards and returned to its original position.

Xu Beiyou looked back, except for an extra handful of yellow dragons in his hand, everything else changed back to the original state, as if it was just a big dream just now.

With a colorful "meow", he jumped off Xu Beiyou's shoulder, trotted all the way out of the Sanqing Palace, came to Xiao Zhinan, and jumped into the arms of his master.

Xiao Zhinan asked softly, "How is it?"

Colorful nodded very humanly.

Xiao Zhinan smiled slightly, and walked towards the hall, just as Xu Beiyou walked outside the hall with the yellow dragon, and the two walked face to face.

The two stopped together and smiled at each other.

Xiao Zhinan looked at Xu Beiyou and asked softly, "Have you got the Yellow Dragon Sword?"

Xu Beiyou nodded lightly.

Xiao Zhinan, who has always been in Zhizhu's hand, let out a long breath of turbidity, as if he had let go of a matter of his heart.