Where the wind rose, the blood-stained clothes danced lightly, and Ji Wuwu walked away without looking back, and the sword pavilions that had broken away flashed in Feng Wuxi's eyes.

He was like a teenager, his long hair gradually turned white, and his body full of endless vitality had a trace of black death.

The seeds of hope have been sown, and this is the only thing he can do for the Sword Gate, and it will ...... in the future.

"In the future!"

Feng Wuxian whispered self-deprecatingly: "The avenue is ruthless, the years are like knives, and when the prosperity of ten thousand years will eventually dissipate, when the seeds of hope bloom and bear fruit, I should be fertile soil, and there will be a place for me in the ancestral hall for future generations to sacrifice!"

His long snow-like hair fluttered in the wind, looking up at the sky, and in his eyes was an endless rain of blood falling from the sky.

"Zheng"

A crisp sword roar sounded in his hand, and a long sword like a wind thread appeared in his white hand.

A sword intent that rushed straight into the sky erupted in his body, and outside the Immortal Mountain, a hundred miles of blood rain rolled upside down, and the blood rain that covered the sky and the sun trembled under the sword intent without a trace of the wind.

Feng Wuxian raised his long sword and shouted: "The demon clan is coming, why are the monks of my generation afraid of a battle, do the disciples of the Flying Immortal Sword Sect have the determination to die!"

Its voice roared high and roared in all directions, and its voice with endless battle intent echoed through the golden immortal ladder throughout the Immortal Mountain.

Countless disciples of the Flying Immortal Sword Sect looked at the mirror-like picture in the sky, their cheeks flushed one by one, and they also stabbed the long sword in their hands into the sky like the wind without a trace.

"Raise the sword in my hand and fly into the clouds!"

A trace of high battle intent erupted in the bodies of countless disciples, and when all the battle intent gathered together, a thousand-zhang sword shadow rose around Feng Wuxi's body.

The shadow of the sword was like the wind, and the blue color was ethereal, but it fell in the eyes of Long Batian, but it made his face gloomy.

His erected pupils swept over, and the sword shadow that erupted without a trace was clearly composed of countless small sword qi, a trace of sword intent was like a fish swimming in water, when these sword qi gathered together, even he Long Batian would never dare to say that he would retreat with his whole body.

Feeling this sword aura that could open the sky and crack the earth, Feng Wuxian seemed to return to the years when he was young, and he strode forward with angry eyes.

A few steps appeared in front of Long Batian.

"The demon clan slaughtered my human race, my sword gate fought to the death, and the covenant between you and me was abolished, do you dare to object!".

"You ......".

Long Batian's cheeks distorted, he glanced at the colorful flames beside him, and said for a long time: "Since you want the Flying Immortal Sword Sect to be destroyed, why should I have a lot of things, and the matter of the covenant will be nullified, hehe, I want to see how tragic your Immortal Mountain was when it fell!"

"You and other monks of all factions, do you dare to fight to the death with my sword sect and fight the demons to the end?"

Feng Wuxian looked at the Terran primordial monks around him, with a slight hope in his eyes.

"The demon clan came to come for the ancient demons who were suppressed in your sword gate, presumably they will leave when they take back the ancient demons, I still turn back to the mountain gate to close the mountain and defend it!"

An Terran primordial infant monk looked embarrassed and saluted Feng Wuxian and turned to leave.

"This is reasonable, if you think that the demon clan has come for a long time, it will not stay for a long time, and then we will still be the overlord of this Sunset Continent, and I will stay in the Bright Heaven Sect for a short time, so I will not leave!"

"I think it's better to release the ancient demons, and let the demons leave as soon as possible is the best policy, just now the sect sent me a message to turn around immediately, I'll leave, you see that I left 10,000 spirit stones here is some thought, presumably it can play a little role."

Feng Wuxian pointed at the mortals who were crying and struggling in the rain of blood, and his eyes rose blood-red and roared, "Do you think that my Sword Sect is fighting for myself?

Many of the Yuanying Monks looked at Feng Wuxian with disdain, looking at Feng Wuxian like watching a clown performing alone.

"Only my Terran monks are immortal, those mortals are extinct, what does it have to do with me!"

Many monks waved their sleeves and left Bulao Mountain.

Looking at the many monks who had gone away, a line of blood and tears flowed down his cheeks.

"Losing mortals, my cultivators are like rootless water, and when they will eventually perish, are you born monks, it's ridiculous that our clan still wants to be the turtle with the shrunken head when the catastrophe comes!"

Long Batian looked at the desperate wind without a trace, and a pitch-black token in his hand tiptoed up and down.

"As long as you give me this colorful flame, I will guarantee you the sword door without worry!".

Feng Wuxian wiped away the blood and tears on his cheeks, and said disdainfully: "It's better for you to lobby with that blood clam for this!"

"You ......".

Just when Long Batian was a little annoyed and angry, the ashes soaked in his blood swirled and rose in the breeze.

"Whew"

An earth-shattering dragon roar sounded in the void, the long roar of ancient vicissitudes caused the void to collapse, the mountains shook, and even the blood rain in the sky flew away in this dragon roar.

Long Batian's eyes shrank like a needle, and a silver dragon more than ten zhang long appeared out of thin air in his eyes.

This dragon has five claws on its belly, snake body, animal legs, eagle claws, horse head, snake tail, and antlers, and its breath dominates the world.

"Ancient Dragon!"

Long Batian roared wildly, his body retreated dozens of steps, he looked shocked but immediately showed ecstasy.

"The true dragon is born, God bless my dragon clan!".

Even though he was a Void Breaking Monk at this time, he still prostrate his body on the ground, and howled in his mouth: "Little Dragon Overlord, welcome the true dragon to the world!"

The silver dragon's twin pupils were erect, cold and ruthless, ignoring the dragon tyrant who was prostrate on the ground, and instead turned its body into a dragon pillar and held the colorful flame in its mouth.

The colorful flame was like a colorful dragon ball turning in the mouth of the silver dragon, and in the pious gaze of the dragon tyrant, a purple flame flew out in the colorful flame.

"Chirp"

With a tender phoenix roar, the purple flame turned into a colorful phoenix with wings spread and flew high, and used its yellowish phoenix beak to suck the colorful flames into its abdomen.

"Boom"

The heavens and the earth were colorless, and a colorful flame rose into the sky, and the scorching flames rolled in the air, causing the ancient ladder to melt and break.

In the endless flames, there seemed to be a colorful phoenix flying high, and this sudden change made Long Batian stunned.

The colorful flames circled around the dragon pillar formed by the silver dragon, and after a few breaths, the flames turned into a little bit of colorful phoenixes the size of a lamp and fell into the mouth of the silver dragon.

With a dragon roar, the silver dragon slowly became smaller, turning into an oil lamp to light up the entire Immortal Mountain.

An infinite burst of vitality erupted in the lamp, and the ashes swirling in the breeze fell on the strange oil lamp.

Suddenly, a voice whispered between heaven and earth.

"Climb high and look at the four seas, the world is long, the frost is autumn, the wind is drifting and the wilderness is cold, the east of Ronghua is flowing water, everything is turbulent, the day is covered by the sun, the floating clouds are indefinite, the sycamore nest bird, the thorns perch on the mandarin luan, and the return is coming, the sword song is difficult."

The singing voice was low and tragic, and in an instant a majestic man appeared in the ladder of stepping immortals, he was naked, his body was straight, and his dark eyes were like stars.

"Phoenix Nirvana!You are Lin Fan, you actually have Phoenix blood!".

Long Batian hurriedly turned over and stood up, his cheeks flickering and dark, his eyes full of disbelief.

When it came to Feng Wuji, he was relieved, as if he had expected it.

"Quack"

With a cheerful clam chirp, a blood-colored toad appeared on top of Lin Fan's head, and it grabbed Lin Fan's long black hair and rolled up and down.

Lin Fan Yangtian glanced at the scarlet meteorite in the sky, opened his hand and said, "Give it to me!"

The blood clam body was stunned, and he opened his big mouth extremely unwillingly and spit out, and a pitch-black storage ring appeared in Lin Fan's hand.

It turned out that at the most critical moment, Lin Fan stuffed everything into the mouth of the blood clam, and only then did he save the storage ring.

He casually took out a linen robe and put it on neatly, and then said solemnly: "Could it be that the demon clan is about to descend on my Sirius?

Feng Wuxian sighed and said, "It's okay if you're okay, this is something left for you by Worry-free!".

A strand of jet-black hair was handed to Lin Fan by him, Lin Fan was stunned at first, and carefully took the strand of hair.

"She asked me to tell you that if you don't give up, she will live and die!"

Feng Wuxie's words made Lin Fan's heart move, and he hurriedly looked around at this time, only to find that the entire Immortal Ladder was empty, and there were only the three of them.

Could it be that she thought she was dead, but she couldn't kill herself, thinking of this, Lin Fan was in a hurry, and the oil lamp in the sea of qi suddenly appeared.

An earth-shattering wolf smoke rose above his head, and his aura far exceeded that of Yuan Ying.

"The integration of the physical body and cultivation, although it is a golden pill, but the cultivation is not weak, and the capital of the sky."

Long Batian looked surprised, felt Lin Fan's outgoing breath, and couldn't stop praising it.

Seeing that Lin Fan's eyes were blood-red, Feng Wuxian was about to run away, so he hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Lin Fan's hands and said, "Don't panic, Ji Wuwu will be sent away by me with the Sword Pavilion, only you will go all the way, and there will be a day when we will meet."

"The demon clan is coming in front of me, slaughtering my human race, you, as the person who guards the demon cave in my sword gate, must immediately enter the blue water pool"

Lin Fan suddenly looked at Feng Wuxi, and at this time, the voice of Feng Wuxian and the old man sounded in his mind.

"Where may be the only chance of life, you have to promise me to revive the Flying Immortal Sword Gate in the future, as for the Dragon Batian, you have to be careful, I can only buy you a few breaths of time, whether you live or die depends on your creation!"

Lin Fan looked at Feng Wuxi's expectant gaze and blinked.

"Huh!"

Feng Wuxian let out a long laugh and said loudly: "Let you see what the Flying Immortal Sword is, and see how my Sword Gate still slays demons!"