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Ye Qingguan lived peacefully on Wudang Mountain, waiting for the arrival of the Taoist Sect Dabi, and at the same time he was full of curiosity about the so-called road to heaven, wondering if he could find the relics of the gods there and make his stubborn illness better?

In the past few days, he also found out from the old man who watered the vegetables that the cultivation of the old cow's nose on the Infinite Peak was extraordinary, and he was one of the few remaining elders in Tiandao Mountain.

This time, the one who completed the gambling contract with him was the last closed disciple of this old Niubi, although he had only been in the business for ten years, his cultivation had already surpassed that of several previous senior brothers and sisters, and he had won the true inheritance of Lao Niubi.

In addition to that person, Ye Qingguan also heard from the old man who watered vegetables that the powerful peaks of Qingcheng Mountain, Dragon Tiger Peak, and Qiyun Mountain all had outstanding disciples, which were rare in three hundred years.

As for Wudang Mountain, which was once very prosperous, it has completely declined, except for Ye Qingguan, who came out halfway to fill the number, there is no second person.

Three days before the Daoist Sect, a bell rang on the Tiandao Peak, which is the main peak of the Tiandao Mountain, where several masters with extremely old Taoist qualifications live, who are highly respected and sit on the three hundred peaks.

The old man who poured vegetables told Ye Qingguan that it was the head of the Taoist family who summoned the peak masters of each peak to discuss the matter, and agreed on the process of Dabi, as well as the final candidate.

To Ye Qingguan's surprise, the old Taoist priest also set off at this time, his body was rickety, his old eyes were cloudy, and he walked slowly towards the main peak.

"Senior, this ......" Ye Qingguan didn't know what the old Taoist priest was doing, and looked at the old man who was pouring vegetables, showing an inquiring look.

The old man who poured vegetables smiled: "Of course I'm going to do something for you, Wudang Mountain has been in decline for twenty years, and it's time to take the lead." ”

Ye Qingguan frowned and asked curiously, "What happened twenty years ago, how do I feel that all the doors in the world have been involved?"

The old man looked at him in surprise: "Not bad, boy, there is such insight, it is indeed as you said, there was a catastrophe twenty years ago, and hundreds of sects in the world were involved, and I don't know how many sects were destroyed, like Changbai Mountain closed for five years, Sage Lu closed for twenty years, and Tiandao Mountain Wudang declined, which is all good." ”

The old man sighed, and now that he thought about it, he still couldn't help but be frightened. I don't know what the catastrophe was for?

"Then what caused that catastrophe?" Ye Qingguan looked at the old man.

The old man shook his head tabooly, and refused to say more: "You kid still cares about the moment, winning the bet is the top priority." ”

"How strong is that Guan Shanyue?" Ye Qingguan asked, Guan Shanyue was the amazing disciple on the Infinite Peak, and he was also his biggest opponent on this trip.

"Daomen Shuangyue, he is one of them, he is called amazing by the world for five hundred years, do you say it is strong? On the list of Sword Sect, he ranks fifth, and above the Sword Pavilion, he holds the twenty-seventh Jade Void. The old man who watered the vegetables said Guan Shanyue's amazing background, which made Ye Qingguan also raise his eyebrows.

"Having said that, senior, Taoism is one of the oldest Dao systems in the hundred sects, why don't they have any sword of Zhenzong that they can handle?" This is what Ye Qingguan is most curious about, most of the top ten famous swords in the Sword Pavilion are the swords of Zhenzong of various Dao systems, but only Taoism, a Dao system that has been inherited for thousands of years, does not have any impressive famous swords.

"There used to be, named Tianyan. The old man said slowly.

Ye Qingguan's pupils shrank: "Tianyan of the forty-ninth of the Sword Pavilion?"

He remembered the comments on the Sword Pavilion about this sword, and instinctively ranked the top three, but in order to comply with the will of heaven, he could only rank it in the forty-ninth place.

Taoism has a saying that the avenue is fifty, and only forty-nine, and it is said that the Tianyan sword is the one that has escaped, and it can turn decay into magic and do many things that cannot be done.

"It turned out to be Taoist?" Ye Qingguan asked.

"Yes, it turned out to be the sword of the Taoist Zhenzong, but it was lost in the hands of Wudang Mountain, which is the biggest reason why Wudang Mountain has become what it is now. The old man who watered the vegetables told a secret of the year, which shocked Ye Qingguan's heart, but he didn't expect that there was such a story hidden in it.

However, he has also heard the magic of that sword talk about by Uncle Thirteen, it is the most unpredictable variable, it can be done by people, it is outside the heavens, and it is a miracle in the world.

"Then in whose hand is that sword now?" Ye Qingguan was really curious, who could snatch that sword from the hands of the Taoist?

The old man watering vegetables glanced at him and said, "Human Hell!"

Ye Qingguan's heart was suddenly shocked, and his pupils shrank.

Being able to snatch the sword of Zhenzong from a behemoth like a Taoist, he felt more and more unfathomable in the depths of the human hell.

I had also heard An Lanxuan say that in addition to the eight Xuanjian swords, there were also five divine descendants on it, which seemed to be even more powerful than the eight Xuanjian, which had to make him frightened.

"What is the origin of the human prison, and how can it have such a background?" Ye Qingguan could hardly imagine how terrifying an organization that had been inherited for three thousand years and had never been destroyed?

The old man who poured the vegetables glanced at him meaningfully and said, "Some people say that they are the remnants of the Divine Dynasty. ”

Ye Qingguan's brows furrowed, thinking of the actions of the Eight Xuanjian, thinking of the so-called Five Divine Descendants, his heart gradually raised, and he seemed to have been targeted by them for a long time.

"Don't think about it too much, people outside think you're dead, and no one here knows you, so you can stay here in peace and complete the big competition, maybe you can have an unexpected harvest, the inheritance of Taoism is not something that ordinary people can get. The old man patted Ye Qingguan on the shoulder, and then paced away.

And at this time, on the Heavenly Dao Peak, there was also a change that no one expected.

"For the quota of Dabi, Wudang Mountain wants one. In the empty hall, the voice of the old Taoist priest sounded slowly, and everyone was quiet for a while.

On the main seat, several immortal wind dao bones, the old man with a clear appearance sat here, and when he heard the words, he turned his surprised eyes to the old Taoist priest, and he didn't come back to his senses for a while.

"Brother Pastor, if I remember correctly, it seems that you are the only one on Wudang Mountain, and there are no disciples, right?" In the row of people on the left, an old man led by him suddenly said, his beard and hair were all white, but his face was ruddy, and his qi and blood were extremely abundant.

"Now there is. The old Taoist priest spit out four words lightly, as always, with few words.

The extremely powerful old man's face was suffocated, his eyebrows couldn't help frowning, he looked at the few people sitting on the main seat, and said, "Senior brothers, my disciples of the generation of Dragon and Tiger Peak are outstanding, and I want to ask for one more place." ”

In this big competition, there are only five hundred, and on average, there are less than two hundred on each peak, but on a mountain like Longhu Peak, there are more than one or two outstanding disciples, so naturally more places are needed, and it is clear that they want to occupy the quota of Wudang Mountain.

The old Taoist priest sat there, his eyelids drooping, his old eyes cloudy, and he didn't say a word.

On the main seat, a clear gaze was cast at this time, and he glanced at the old Taoist, as if he had thought of something, and said lightly: "In this case, Wudang Mountain can be counted as a quota." ”

It was a very young girl, with half a head of gray hair.