The Jiyu Immortal Dynasty wiped out the sect gate valves, unified the Star World, rejuvenated the Immortal Dao, killed hard, built countless warships in the Void Realm, invaded the Heavenly World, plundered cultivation resources, and established the dynasty for 100,000 years, which has been extremely prosperous.

Yaocang Hailu, Yanzhou, Buyou County has a dangerous place name Heize, many demon snakes, giant pythons, ancient fierce beasts, and Dao Dan warriors all need to make a detour.

On the edge of Kurosawa, on the top of a nameless barren mountain, a young man greeted the rising sun in the east, and after a while, the sun rose completely, and the young man got up and put away the two pieces of amethyst in his palm, and patted away the grass clippings stuck to the long shirt.

"Does this divine horse's "Purple Emperor Road Incarnation" magic power work? It's been half a year, and I still can't see any reaction. ”

The boy got up and walked towards a cave on the side of the mountain.

"Damn, everyone is rich and handsome once, I am a primitive person who has crossed over, living a cave life, there is not even a light bulb at night, and the cultivation is as slow as a turtle crawling, so it is better to die again and try, maybe I can cross again. ”

It has been half a year since Mo Shaoli crossed into this world, and the bitter days of feeding on wild grasses and wild fruits in the barren mountains and mountains have long worn away his initial excitement.

"Shaoli, you come here. ”

Mo Shaoli had just approached the cave where he lived, ready to meditate and cultivate, when the slightly weak voice of the old man came from the cave next to him.

Seeing the old man sitting cross-legged on the stone bed in the cave, Mo Shaoli was startled and exclaimed, "Are you a master......? Suddenly old?"

"I'm running out of life and I'm about to sit down. ”

"Sit, no? I saw you were okay last month. ”

Mo Shaoli was called into the cave by the old man in front of him last month to ask about his cultivation, and he looked like he was still nearly fifty years old at that time. Why don't you see you for a month, and suddenly you don't look old?

As a traverser, although half a year has passed, Mo Shaoli's understanding of this world is still limited, although he is full of shock and doubts, but he does not dare to ask more and say more.

"Don't leave you and sit down. ”

"Oh. ”

Mo Shaoli sat cross-legged in front of the stone bed.

"The longevity of the master is over, and from now on, you are the sect master of the Qi Sect. ”

"Yes. ”

Mo Shaoli said in his mouth, but he secretly thought in his heart: The entire Qi Sect is just the two of us, you are dead, and I am the sect master alone, is it useful?

"According to the rules, you need to take two oaths to take over the position of Sect Master. ”

"Please make it clear to the master. ”

"First, you can't change the immortal path for life, and second, you can ensure that the inheritance of the Qi Refiner is not interrupted in your own hands. ”

"Don't be surprised, your ancestor forced me like this back then. ”

Mo Shaoli thought about it for a while, and swore without hesitation: "Please take the sky as a reference, I Mo Shaoli swear with the heart of the Dao, in this life, I will adhere to the way of the Qi refiner and pass on this way, if there is a violation, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed, and there will be no good death." ”

"I'm relieved to be less away. The old man was full of wrinkles, a smile appeared on his withered and yellow face, and a white bone magic sword appeared out of thin air in his hand, and said:

"The name of this sword is Wudao, and it is the inheritance sword of the Qi Sect. After my death, you will sacrifice it in the same way as recorded in "Mixed Yuan and One Qi", which can be used as a weapon to protect the path. ”

"Hey, Shaoli, although you have one-third of the innate Mixed Yuan Holy Body, you are the best physique for cultivating the Mixed Yuan Returning Qi, but the spiritual root qualification is too poor...... After I die, my true qi will gradually escape, and you can cultivate in the cave and absorb this true qi to improve your cultivation. ”

"I am a foundation building monk, and I believe that there should be no problem for a true qi to help you step into the middle stage of qi cultivation. ”

"Uh...... Ok ......"

Mo Shaoli replied a little hesitantly, cultivating next to the dead? Let me give you the first seven straight words and say no?

Mo Shaoli buried his head, staring at the white bone magic sword that had just arrived, and his attention was quickly attracted by the white stone beads inlaid in the center of the sword grid, and he stretched out his fingers to push the top hard, and found that the beads were inlaid quite firmly and could not be taken down.

This magic sword is extremely cold, and the only decoration is the stone beads inlaid on the sword grid.

Mo Shaoli soon found that the magic sword did not open the edge, and cut it vigorously on his hand, leaving only a red mark.

"Master, can this sword be used?"

"Master?"

"Master......"

When I looked up, the old man had his hands flat on his knees, his eyes slightly closed, his face calm, and he was no longer breathing.

"Master?" Mo Shaoli called softly.

No response.

"Is this dead?" Mo Shaoli saw a dead person for the first time in his previous life and this life, stood up, scratched his head, simply bent down and saluted, and then hurried out of the cave.

"Cremated or buried?" Mo Shaoli looked at the hard gray-black rocks around him, and decided that it would be easier to cremate.

Although the mountain is desolate, there are still a few sparse trees, plus many weeds, it should be enough to burn.

Cutting down trees?

Mo Shaoli raised the magic sword in his hand and looked at it, he had a toothache, this was the only thing on his body that could be linked to the civilized world except for a set of cyan robes that he had worn for two years.

"Grind it, maybe it will work. ”

As soon as the idea came out, Mo Shaoli immediately took action, turned around in the steep mountains, came to a mountain spring, and picked a suitable stone to move.

Mo Shaoli soon became painful, the bone magic sword was round and smooth, sliding around on the stone, and it couldn't be sharpened at all, but the skin of the index finger of his right hand was worn out, and the blood seeped out.

"Your uncle, it's evil. ”

"Forget it, block the entrance of the cave with a mountain stone, it is buried, plug the point, and the smell should not float out after the corpse decomposes. ”

Mo Shaoli felt that today's bad luck was at the extreme, in this wild country where wild beasts are rampant, the master who can fly is his biggest support, but now that he is dead, how can he live?

"If I commit suicide, it would be nice if someone could help bury it after I die, but I don't know if I can cross it again. ”

"If I can't cross it, then won't I be dead?"

"Even if you cross over, what if you become a beast or something?"

Mo Shaoli walked all the way, and the thought of dying arose in his mind.

The original owner of the body is also called Mo Shaoli, who was originally a disciple of the Mo family branch in Buyou County, and when he was thirteen years old, he checked out that the spiritual root qualification was only a lower grade, and he was expelled when he first entered the family immortal courtyard.

Disheartened and unwilling to give up, Mo Shaoli met the Qi Sect Sect Master Guangyuan Daoren, that is, the master who had just died.

Guangyuan Daoist said to Mo Shaoli: You have one-third of the innate mixed yuan holy body, and you are the best physique for cultivating my sect's inheritance exercises, are you willing to worship me as a teacher and follow me back to the mountain to practice?

Mo Shaoli was overjoyed immediately, kowtowed without hesitation, and followed Guangyuanzi up the mountain.

Half a year ago, he broke through the third layer of true qi and went against the current, his soul collapsed, and he was occupied by Mo Shaoli, who crossed the earth.

Mo Shaoli from the earth was originally an idle gangster, and after fusing the memories of the previous owner of the body, he was extremely excited, and felt that this was the world that was really suitable for him.

However, I soon found that there was no one on the barren mountain, no food or drink, and the clothes were all worn by the unlucky child when he was deceived into going up the mountain two years ago. Now the body is taller, the sleeves are not long enough, and half of the forearms are exposed.

The conditions are difficult and can be overcome, but what makes Mo Shaoli want to cry without tears is that he has been cultivating for nearly two years, which is worthy of the cultivation of the third layer of Qi training, and if he continues to cultivate at this speed, he has no hope of getting through the Qi training period in this life.

The barren mountains are surrounded by wild beasts, and if you don't break through the Qi training sword flight, you can't even think of Kurosawa. At present, there are only two endings, the beast eats or is lucky enough to die on the mountain, and the former is more likely.

"Hey, this broken sword still dares to suck Lao Tzu's blood!"

After walking for a distance, Mo Shaoli found that something was wrong, and the blood of the worn index finger of his right hand kept gushing out, and was absorbed by the bone sword in his hand.

I subconsciously wanted to throw it out, but the bone sword was stuck to my hand, and I couldn't shake it off.

"Hold the grass, hell!"

I saw that after the bone sword absorbed the blood, a trace of dark red vein-like lines appeared on the sword body, and the whole sword seemed to come to life.

Mo Shaoli found that the palm of his right hand was stuck to the hilt of the sword, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out, so he simply sat on the ground and waited.

"It's a big deal, it's not like we haven't died, there's a kind of sucking Lao Tzu dry. I'll wait!"

As the blood poured in, the dark red lines on the sword body spread to the sword body and hilt, starting from the stone beads embedded in the center of the sword grid.

Soon the hilt of the sword was covered with lines.

Half an hour later, the blade of the sword was also covered with lines.

Two dark red ancient characters appeared on the sword grid: Wudao

With excessive blood loss, Mo Shaoli's face was pale, and he couldn't lift any strength in his body.

"Hiss......" A black python the size of a bucket appeared in front of it, winding towards Mo Shaoli.

"Demon beast, grasp the grass, big brother, you really want to die!"

Looking at the giant python swimming in, Mo Shaoli's heart suddenly became cold, he lost too much blood, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

"Suddenly I don't want to die, what if I can't cross again or become a beast?"

As soon as the idea came out, the Daoless Sword in his hand flew out automatically, only to see a faint red light flash in front of his eyes, and the Daoless Sword was inserted into the forehead of the giant python.

What shocked Mo Shaoli the most was that the giant python's huge body dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye until it turned into a pile of dry bones.

"Evil, it's good that a giant python delivers vegetables...... Mo Shaoli swallowed his saliva, instinctively got up from the ground, and prepared to run.

A sword that can automatically suck blood, it's too evil! The legendary evil treasure or the demon treasure?

It doesn't look like a good thing anyway.

As soon as he stood up, the Daoless Sword turned into a pale red streamer again, and stopped above Mo Shaoli's head in a flash.

"Ahh

At the same time, the Daoless Sword stabbed hard at the top of his head.

"Whew!" Mo Shaoli continued to scream, subconsciously reached out to cover his head, fled in a panic, and ran directly back to the cave where he lived before stopping.

Turning around to look, he found that the evil and inexplicable Daoless Sword was not chasing, and he was immediately relieved.

"Scared Daddy to death. Mo Shaoli scolded in a low voice, and then found that something was wrong, a warm breath flowed out of his spine and spread to his whole body, subconsciously looking at his arm, and the dark red weird lines were spreading from top to bottom, spreading to the palm.

"What the hell is this!"

Mo Shaoli exclaimed, at this time, he was already frightened and sat on the ground. At the same time, a huge amount of information rushed into the sea of knowledge and forcibly merged into his memory.

I felt that the world was spinning, my eyes were black, and I fainted.

(PS Three good habits in life: eat breakfast, soy milk fritters and eggs; flip through the log, comment and forward to like; read novels, collect and recommend again.) )