"Who are you?" Han Zaixin panicked, he never thought that there would be someone in this forbidden place where the sect was talking about the changing color, and now he was talking to himself.

"Boy, you can't see me, I've been living for three epochs, this is my last wisp of remnant soul, it seems that it is providence, you are here at this last moment!" the old voice said, and then only saw the multicolored light circulating around, like a five-colored vortex, and then gradually condensed, forming a small mysterious inscription. Floating in front of Han Zaixin's eyes, this inscription was so tiny, like a small speck of dust.

The tiny inscription was indistinguishable under the surrounding five-colored mist, and then directly melted into Han Zaixin's eyebrows like the previous five-colored aura, Han Zaixin was extremely surprised at this moment, but he suddenly felt that a powerful and incomparable mysterious power in his eyebrows suddenly squeezed into his mind, as if it was about to explode his head. Feeling a sharp pain that threatened to tear his soul invade, he fell to the ground in a moment.

Han Zaixin clenched his hands tightly, and the veins in his body seemed to be bursting at this moment, all of them were like knotted tree roots, bulging all around his body, and sweat flowed down like a stream, soaking his already tattered clothes.

Waves of pain rushed through his mind, as if they were about to tear his soul apart. He endured it to keep himself from passing out, and in this mysterious place, if he lost consciousness, he didn't know what would happen. So even though the pain in his mind seemed to be drowning out his consciousness, he still struggled to hold on.

"Boy, you are the only one who has come here in this era, the old man will accumulate some foundation for you when the last wisp of remnant soul dissipates, I hope you can go further, go further on the old man's unfinished road! Don't fall into the old man's prestige, haha......" The voice gradually dissipated and became undetectable, but Han Zaixin still really heard it, and in this voice he felt a trace of hope and a trace of relief.

But he was covered in a cold sweat, his temples were also jumping suddenly, and his whole head turned a strange red, all caused by congestion, and it seemed that the blood in his whole body was flowing backwards into his head at this moment. So he could only hold on, unable to make the slightest sound, and even the groans of great pain were choked deep in his throat. The eyes were also squeezed and wanted to jump out of their sockets, bulging out like the eyes of a dead fish. Even his ears, nostrils and other seven orifices began to ooze blood.

"No...... I can't die here, I want to be a peerless swordsman, protect my home, protect my relatives!" Han Zaixin roared in his heart, he was just an ordinary person, and the starting point of learning swords in the first place was to protect his family. In this world, strength is king, no matter where it is, even if the Sword Sect treats the tenants of the sect very favorably, but in addition to the Sword Sect, there are countless small families that are attached to the protection of the Sword Sect. These small families also do things for the Sword Sect, but they do not farm the land, but accept the cultivated land of the Sword Sect, and then rent it to the farmers below, and they completely eat the difference in the middle. Han Zaixin's father farmed under such a small family, and only 30% of the harvest every year belonged to him, and the rest had to be handed over to that family. The standard set by the Sword Sect was only twenty percent, but that small family swallowed fifty percent of the harvest by itself, under such oppression, although Han Zaixin was young at the time, he kept it in mind, and even left a deep mark in his heart.

At this time, this imprint has played an extremely powerful role, and sometimes a person's obsession is not very profound, but just such a simple thought is enough for people to squeeze out their potential. Han Zaixin is like this at this time, at this moment of dying, he remembered that every year his parents worked hard in the fields, and the result was only barely enough food, and those children of the family who were idle all day long were fine clothes and jade food every day, such a gap, such indignation was a deep obsession in the mind of this simple-minded young man, so that he kept persevering, his mind was about to explode, and the bleeding of the seven orifices did not make him give up, and made him more determined in his decision.

"Are you going to die? I haven't become a powerful sword immortal, I haven't let my parents live a good life, am I dying like this?" Although Han Zaixin was firm, he was only a teenager after all, and after persisting for half an hour, his consciousness was still blurred. Wave after wave completely submerged his consciousness. And after a whirlpool passed out of him, it completely enveloped him, turning him into a multicolored light cocoon, absorbing the surrounding multicolored mist, and then the light cocoon slowly rose, moving outside the five-colored fog he was thinking about.

When Han Zaixin regained consciousness again, he found that he was only a few feet away from the edge of the multicolored mist, and then he walked out easily. He became the only person in recorded history in this era to come out of the forbidden land of the five elements.

Thinking of these, Han Zaixin's heart was a little agitated, he knew that he was not a person with peerless talent, but just a **** luck boy who happened to have the potential of the consummation of the five elements, if he didn't have the so-called accumulation of the old voice in the forbidden land of the five elements, he was just an ordinary outer disciple, struggling to enter the inner door, and at this time, he had learned a full thirty-six sets of swordsmanship in half a year, and all of them had cultivated to the realm of Hinayana realm, all of which was brought about by the adventure in the forbidden land of the five elements.

And this time, the Five Elements Sword Body that he cultivated by mistake is also like this, not because he has that ability. But Han Zaixin didn't have the slightest dissatisfaction or felt that this was not his own ability, because now all this is his own thing. Because the senior in the Five Elements Forbidden Land has already said that all this is his own creation, there is no need to feel uneasy in his heart, he just needs to be able to fulfill the unfulfilled wish of that senior in the future and go further.

opened his eyes, quickly washed his body, and then felt a burst of refreshment in his body, jumped out of the pond, and regardless of the clothes on his body that were already in tatters, he walked directly on the shore, and the little girl on the shore had already rushed over with bright eyes: "Senior Brother Han, your skin is so good!"

"Okay, girl, you should go back, otherwise your master will come to arrest you again! My wooden house is destroyed, and now I have to build a new one! I won't accompany you!" Han Zaixin said that it was like walking down the mountain, he was going to the distant mountain forest to cut down trees and build a wooden house, otherwise he would have to sleep on the top of the mountain tonight.

With a movement under his feet, he subconsciously carried the true yuan, and suddenly Han Zaixin felt a strong true power surging up among the meridians, this is an indescribable strong power, which is stronger than the weak internal qi he cultivated before, I don't know how many times. Between the slight movements, he felt the difference between each other, just like the difference between a bicycle and a limited edition sports car, the true yuan that had to work hard to operate before was like a finger at this time, and he felt that the true yuan in his body was now more refined than the previous internal qi I don't know how many times, although the amount did not increase much, but the same power burst out at a speed no less than ten times that of before.

Suddenly, the whole person rushed out like a streamer, bringing up a yellow dust and rising up behind him, which was not much different from flying sand and stones. The Five Elements Mountain went to a height of hundreds of meters at his feet, but after a few breaths, he descended the peak, and then came to a mountain forest overgrown with dense ancient trees in front of him, and with a choking sound, the long sword was unsheathed.

"Look at the mountains!" With a soft shout in his heart, the sword light was as bright as a match, and a sword slashed out and slashed directly at the trunk of a straight ancient tree in front of him, but it seemed to be waving a long sword in the air, and without feeling the slightest obstacle, it directly penetrated the big tree in front of the two people hugging. This sword is the most basic swordsmanship in the "Taiyue Eight Swords", and it belongs to the use of word cutting tricks, and the long sword is cut obliquely, which is intended to force the opponent to change his moves when facing the enemy. But at this time, Han Zaixin used to cut down trees, and there was no sense of peacekeeping. The ancient tree in front of him still stood firmly behind this sword, and it didn't seem to change in the slightest. However, if you look closely, there is a hair-thin trace running through the trunk of the ancient tree at a height of nearly two feet above the ground.

Han Zaixin stepped forward and pushed gently, after washing his muscles and cutting the marrow, his strength increased greatly, although he had two or three hundred catties of strength before, but now he is as strong as a thousand pounds. With a push, the ancient tree fell directly, as if it had been polished on the cross-section, smooth as a mirror.

Then Han Zaixin's sword momentum changed again, or sharpened or stabbed, a long sword in his hand was like thousands of tools, the whole tree was directly broken down by him, into pieces of wood, and those branches were also cut into various rivets by him, which were used to strengthen the joints for fixing.

Gradually, an ancient tree became a pile of raw materials for building a house in Han Zaixin's hands, and then he picked up a few wooden planks, carried them on his shoulders and began to walk back.

The sky gradually darkened, Han Zaixin slapped the last rivet directly into the wooden bed in front of him with the palm of his hand, the whole project was completed in half a day, a white wooden house stood on the original ruins, there was only a simple bed inside, and a wooden futon.

"It's finally done, I'm hungry! It's time to eat!" Han Zaixin rubbed his already hungry belly, and then thought about how to solve dinner.

"Good boy, I didn't expect you to have such a job!" At this moment, an old man appeared behind Han Zaixin, wearing a green robe with a loving look on his face. The caftan was worn over him, gently fluttering in the evening breeze.

"Master, you're here!" Han Zai bowed in his heart, this old man was none other than his mentor, Lu Qingxuan, one of the Nine Peaks of the Sword Sect.