On the top of the cloud peak, the whole south and north are full of greenery, covering the carved and exquisite land of Shenzhou, the peak is full of clouds and mist, and the mountain path is meandering, like a ribbon falling from the clouds, scattered on the ribbon, slowly moving upward. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

That period of history happened a thousand years ago on the Shenzhou continent, a great battle of the way of righteousness and demons, on the sky of the south and the north, a young man in blue held the ancient demon sword Xuanyuan in his hand, Xuanwen cloud sleeves, clothes and hair were flowing and elegant, with a white silk tied around his waist and a piece of mutton fat and white jade tied to it, the young man tilted his head slightly, a pair of dazzling black eyes that seemed to be able to look through the sorrow of the previous life but with a trace of sadness, and there seemed to be a lot of deep things hidden between the slightly frowning eyebrows, but it was locked with the center of the eyebrows, the young man was called Nangong Xun.

The sound of a bell ringing through the clouds covered the fog, and there seemed to be a piano sound in the distance, followed by the voice of Qingxuan, the head of Kunlun, "Nangong Xun, you have fallen into the devil because of your thoughts, and you will not stop it for the sake of the world." ”

Nangong Xun ignored Qing Xuan's words and his face was cold, followed by a cold roar, a red shadow broke through the air, and fell in front of Qing Xuan's real person with a sharp momentum, only to see a sword light in Qing Xuan's eyes coming straight forward, Xuanyuan's power was like the legendary sword qi to seal his throat, even the cultivation of Kunlun head Qing Xuan could not resist the demonic qi of Xuanyuan's sword body, and was knocked down to the corner of the cliff, and his steps were about to fall.

"It seems that the three schools of the righteous path are nothing more than that, and if you are willing to submit to me, I will spare your lives. "Nangong Xun is still so unruly.

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Qing Xuan's mouth, but he was still resolute in his heart, and his mind was like death, and he said as always, "Nangong Xun, don't say much, decency and the demon sect are incompatible, and everyone in the three factions will be punished." ”

"Hahaha, what are you going to do against me? Don't you find that your own spiritual sense has been absorbed by me?"

Being devoured by the divine consciousness in Nangong Xun's body, devouring his spiritual power, in fact, Qing Xuan had already noticed it, but as the head of the sect, he couldn't take a step back, at this moment, the heads of Shushan and Qingyun Sect were already seriously injured and dying, lying on the ground, unable to move, and Qing Xuan's own cultivation was also swallowed by Nangong Xun little by little because of the power of the gods, so it was not a way to go on, Qing Xuan Zhenren's eyebrows tightened, his palm waved, and the sword on his body was attached to the Zhanlu Sword Spirit, and at this moment it turned into a gossip array, Qing Xuan's mind said as if he was dead; Hugh has to say more, Kunlun has killed all the demons in the world, if I can exchange my life for the life of the people, why not. ”

Nangong Xun's face was pale, it seemed that because of the gossip array transformed by the Zhanlu Sword Spirit on Nangong Xun's body, they also showed a trace of jealousy, and they were ready to break the spirit body of the head of the three factions early, so as not to have too many dreams at night, and at this moment Xuanyuan turned into thousands of magic swords, and went straight to the head of the three factions.

Until the end of the war, Kunlun, Qingyun, and the three heads of Shushan knew that their spiritual power would only be absorbed by the spirits of the gods little by little The forbidden art Qiankun sealed the spell, forcing the spiritual sense of the god out of the young man's body, and the Xuanyuan sword was also sealed under the Kunlun secret realm, the last three real people due to the use of forbidden art to the original god as a sacrifice, after the war of the demons, also disappeared in the world, as for the young man was received by the descendants of Songfeng Pavilion Seven souls and seven spirits, and in the end, these three factions only left the inheritance of Kunlun, Qingyun, Shushan These two sects are only dozens of people left, and the remaining disciples of the last two sects created another decent sect in Nanyu and Beiming, Daoyin Valley.

On the Shenzhou continent, with the evolution of the righteous path for a thousand years, it is divided into three righteous sects, the Daoyin Valley of Nanyu and the North of the Underworld in the south, the Xining Pavilion in the north, and the Kunlun Ruins in the east.

Time is a giant roulette, a thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye, in this thousand years, the world is safe and sound, but they never dare to forget the teachings of the master, the divine consciousness is still alive, sit and wait for the opportunity to attach the young man, Kunlun Secret Realm Xuanyuan Sword, abide by the forbidden land with life.

Kunlun is known as the fairy mountain by the world, which is the secret realm of the way of ten thousand laws.

It is said that the people of the world can dig Kunlun void below the ground, will get the rare things in the world, Kunlun has the city of nine heavy, its height is 11,000 miles 114 steps 2 feet 6 inches, there are nine wells and jade horizontal, the northwest corner of the dimension, the north gate is opened with the wind of not careful. It's its sparse garden. The pond of the sparse garden, soaked in the yellow water, the yellow water returns to its original three weeks, it is called Dan water, and it does not die when drunk.

Kunlun Mountain has a full nine peaks, also known as the seven veins and three peaks, the seven veins are under the clouds, and the three peaks are close to the sky, there seems to be a piano sound in the distance, when the world looks at Kunlun, it seems to be a mountain range formed by the magic of the axe, the seven veins and three peaks have their own wonders, above the mountains, many spiritual things that the world can not see abound here, there is a towering divine tree exuding a steady stream of vitality from a distance, Kunlun a vein is passed on from mouth to mouth, this divine tree can see what will happen to the disciples of Kunlun a vein in the future, but only the head of the family has the ability to see through the Tongtian Divine Tree, the center of the array, it is the main peak of Kunlun Mountain that surrounds the peaks- Jade Void Peak.

Kunlun and the Daoyin Valley of the South Fishing and the North Underworld and the West Ning Pavilion are all known as the righteous sects that protect the world, and they have been around for thousands of generations, and this story starts from a mysterious fairyland in the South Fishing and North Underworld on the land of Shenzhou, which is passed down from generation to generation in ancient times, Songfeng Pavilion.

The descendants of Songfeng Pavilion have guarded the Yin and Yang Demon Ding for generations, remembering the legacy of their ancestors.

At this moment, the Songfeng Pavilion, for the world, they have long disappeared, without a trace, but they still exist, here, the mountains are verdant, the pines and cypresses are lush, and there is a natural waterfall not far away, it is really like a fairyland on earth.

Looking at the sky, a black shadow flashed, with the dissipation of the black shadow, a child's cry broke the silence of the Shennong tribe for a hundred years, in the early morning a child fell on the sacrificial disc in the center of the Shennong tribe, and the descendants of the Songfeng Pavilion who rushed to the sound surrounded the child, this was the first time in a hundred years that they met the people who appeared here.

"Pavilion Master, there is a newborn child in the place of sacrifice that has been placed there, and it seems that an outsider has broken in. "The one who came to find Yu Yan was none other than the Great Elder of the Songfeng Pavilion, Lu Li.

Songfeng Pavilion Master Yu frowned, "Where are the people of the outside world?"

"Pavilion Master, this child is on the sacrificial plate at the moment. ”

For hundreds of years, no one has found the habitat of the descendants of Songfeng Pavilion, and it has always lived a life without fighting with the world, Yu Gang thought in his heart that someone had broken into the idea of fighting Yin and Yang Fu Demon Ding, and walked to the sacrificial place of Songfeng Pavilion with deep thought.

Seeing the pavilion master Yu Yan coming, the clansmen of the Songfeng Pavilion also retreated to both sides, Yu Yan walked straight over and slowly squatted down and picked up the child from the ground, the child had half a piece of mutton fat white jade tied around his neck, and a letter was stuffed around his waist, and the child's cry came from time to time, Yu Yan put the child in the hands of the great elder Lu Li, and opened the slightly crumpled letter.