The night is as cool as water, and the full moon hangs high.

In such a quiet moonlit night, countless Sword Sect disciples were still practicing hard, and the moon was shining like a flower, but they were destined to be sleepless tonight.

Lin Fan was dressed in an ordinary gray robe, standing quietly on the edge of the blue water pool, looking up at the sky, and the figure that had long been blurred seemed to appear in his eyes.

Lin Luochen, he actually forgot his father.

Lin Fan's javelin-like body was reflected in the blue water pool, and the "Falling Moon" sword held in the palm of his white hand seemed to sense his mood at this time, and made a slight sound from time to time.

Only Lin Fan has no memory of a mother, and a talented father also fell ten years ago.

The reputation of a waste has been pressing Lin Fan's head for ten years, and just about to come out of it, he actually attracted the murderous intention of the supreme monk, why is his life so bumpy, like a fallen leaf falling under a tree.

Once tomorrow passes, there will be no roots of their own.

People have joys and sorrows, the moon has clouds and sunny days, and everything is like something since ancient times, unless it is like the way of heaven, ruthless and desireless, and looks at the world with cold eyes, but such a life is a contract with a stubborn stone.

Since you are reborn as a human being, you should be proud of the world and dominate the top, so that you can live up to your life.

After tomorrow, even if I am the enemy of the world, I have the long sword in my hand, so why be afraid.

What is the Dao heart, it is just a trace of persistence in his heart, Lin Fan has a clear understanding in his heart, and his peaceful breath is as sharp as a sword in an instant.

The gods and demons of heaven and earth dare to block my way forward, and they should be cut down with a sword.

After a sleepless night, Lin Fan's eyes were still shining, and when morning came, the mist that permeated the entire Ageless Mountain drenched him.

When Lin Fan's eyes reflected the red sun in his eyes staring at the sky, his True Yuan slowly moved, and smoke rose from his clothes that were soaked with fog.

After a few breaths, the gray linen robe was dried by the true yuan instigated by Lin Fan.

"Dangdangdang".

Nine melodious bells rang, Lin Fan's face showed determination, his toes tapped the ground, and his body shot out like a flying fly.

The tranquility of the Ageless Mountain was shattered in an instant.

In the wind that swept through the air, there were countless footsteps and the sound of the body breaking through the air.

Shaped like Feihong, Lin Fan led the way and was the first to appear on the platform of Qi cultivators.

Now Lin Fan's physical body and cultivation have reached the peak of foundation building at the same time, but he still thinks in his heart that he is no different from a Qi cultivation disciple.

The stone platform hundreds of zhang high from him was full of foundation-building elites from various factions, and they were all in good spirits, disdainful of Lin Fan on the qi training platform under their feet.

In their eyes, there are only the high-ranking Jindan monks, and the Jindan platform far away from them is the holy place in their hearts.

After half a pillar of incense, countless Qi cultivation disciples appeared beside Lin Fan.

Their faces were solemn, and their bright eyes were full of endless yearning.

Ji Wuwu appeared on the Jindan stone platform in a long robe like snow, his eyebrows were embroidered calmly under the silver mask, he stared at Lin Fan, and raised his head to look at the towering mountain of immortality.

Wu Qianshu in the underground secret room and Lan Mei'er in the smoke condensed stood side by side, when the last bell rang.

He looked down at Wu Changkong, who was sitting cross-legged, and said in a low voice: "Today's shining will be my Wu Changkong."

He stretched out a white finger, and the scarlet sword light flashed at the fingertips.

A sky-high sword qi broke through the Baizhang rock and shot into the sky.

In the secret room, rocks flew, and the entire secret room collapsed, drowning Wu Changkong's body.

In the Immortal Mountain, the sword qi cracked into the sky, and Wu Qianshu was white-clothed and snowy, appearing above the qi training platform.

His body floated in the air, pacing step by step, without even glancing at Lin Fan under his feet, like a god and demon high above, disdainful of the ants under his feet.

One night, his leaking aura roared in the air like a tsunami, causing countless monks who knew him well to change their faces drastically.

As if feeling the pair of surprised and envious eyes, the corners of Wu Qianshu's mouth raised slightly, and he walked towards the Jindan platform step by step.

When Wu Qianshu's figure fell onto the Jindan platform, the entire clouds that permeated the Ageless Mountain slowly dispersed.

Countless exquisite and luxurious sword pavilions emerged.

The Sword Pavilion is like a floating star surrounding the mountainside of Immortal, and colorful spirit birds are singing around the sky.

The whole Ageless Mountain is glorious and full of aura.

Looking up at the sky, the top of the immortal mountain that is high in the sea of clouds seems to have a sword pavilion with a golden glow flickering.

The Sword Pavilion is like a long sword piercing the sky, and the immortal sound is lingering, and every monk seems to be able to see the two golden characters "Flying Immortal" on it.

Lin Fan's eyes moved slightly, and the word "Flying Immortal" in his eyes was like two high-flying fairy swords, making it impossible to look at it directly, as if he could be killed by the artistic conception contained in the word "Flying Immortal" at a glance.

At this moment, a sword pavilion on the mountainside of Immortal Mountain opened, and a young boy stepped out.

He stood in front of the Sword Pavilion, his eyes flashing like a sword, and he said:

"My Flying Immortal Sword Sect has a big competition once every ten years, that is, I want to go up the mountain and seek my own avenue on the ladder of immortals."

"Every Jindan monk can find a place for his own cultivation in this heavenly sword pavilion, stepping on the immortal ladder does not ask about life and death, there is also hell for the organic fate, I hope you can do it yourself, when it is difficult to support, you can shout flying immortals, you can only exit, but you can't step on the immortal ladder, otherwise you will die!"

Lin Fan looked at the Yuan Infant Ancestor Feng Wuxian in front of the Sword Pavilion, his heart moved slightly, and the sword-like eyes of the Feng Wuxian just now seemed to sweep over him.

It seems that there will be waves today, Lin Fan's handsome cheeks are smiling, but the palm held on the hilt of the "Falling Moon" sword is more powerful.

Feng Wuxian looked around, a golden token appeared in his palm, and under the eyes of countless people, the token in his hand flew high.

The word Flying Immortal on the Sword Pavilion on the top of the Immortal Mountain actually flew down and landed on the floating token.

The sword pavilion on the top of the mountain roared, and the closed door of the sword pavilion slowly opened in the roar.

An earth-shattering sword roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and a golden flying flying hung fell like a winding mountain stone step at the foot of the Immortal Mountain.

The stone steps flashed with golden light, dividing into several forks to connect the stone platforms of different repairs.

The stone steps are divided into nine layers, corresponding to the nine cultivation realms of Qi training, transcendence, refinement, foundation building, Dan transformation, infant development, breaking the void, merging the Tao, and the supreme.

It's a pity that now standing at the highest place is only the Yuanying realm, and the ancestor has no trace.

A few steps behind Lin Fan, a green-shirted cultivator looked at the Immortal Ladder in front of him with disdain.

His body was like an illusion, and several excited monks were attracted by the immortal ladder in front of them, and their bodies took a few steps forward, and they actually passed through the body of the green-shirted monk.

In the eyes of these monks, there seemed to be no such person at all, and after passing through the body of the green-shirted monk, there was no abnormality.

"Ten thousand years ago, the Flying Immortal Sword Sect was so strong, and now it is just a twilight of life."

A whisper came out of the mouth of the green-shirted monk, but no one heard it.

Only Lin Fan seemed to be aware of it and looked back.

Behind him, only a few agitated-looking monks rushed towards him.

At this time, outside Sirius, a scarlet meteorite star slowly approached.

The stars are like fangs, the whole body is blood red, and the unprecepted murderous aura is permeated in the meteorite.

In the falling star with interlaced teeth, there were millions of red-haired demon beasts sitting around, their ferocious and violent aura filled like a thick fog, and in the broad palm, a blood knife more than two meters long exuded endless murderous aura and bloodthirst.

The scarlet murderous aura that permeated the entire meteorite was like a long dragon gathering in the center.

The dragon-like smoke disappeared in a few breaths, revealing a luxurious white jade bed.

The bed is made of a single piece of beautiful jade, and hundreds of handsome young men are carved on it.

At the foot of the bed, wrapped in a whole blood-colored dragon skin, a huge dragon head just stepped hard.

The dragon head is wide, the double horns are facing the sky, a pair of pink jade feet step lightly on it, whenever the pink little feet step on the dragon head, the dragon eye in the dragon head will rotate around, as if it is a living thing.

In the center of the jade bed, a stunning girl wearing an almost clear green veil was half-leaning on the jade bed

Her erect pupils flickered with silver, and her white fingers played with a bloody human head.

She looked at the head with angry eyes, and said with a chuckle: "A little Void Breaking Cultivator dares to block the path of my Shura army, Sirius seems to have no need to exist, the ancestors who were suppressed on it back then are at the moment of return, let me love the flower to complete this sacred mission!"

Millions of red-haired demon beasts respectfully knelt on one knee, the blood-colored long knife in their hands held high, and shouted with a big mouth dripping with fishy saliva:

"Pacify Sirius and welcome the return of our ancestors!"