The peaks of the mountains are towering and green, and the solitary peaks are protruding.

On a stone path that curved and winded the mountain, Lin Fan was at a loss in white clothes.

Gently lifting the white palm, he looked at a finger stained red with blood and was a little distracted.

There seems to be a faint girl's fragrance left on the tip of the slightly broken hand.

From time to time, those eyes full of agility flashed in my mind.

After a long time, Lin Fan smiled, the road was difficult, he thought too much, thinking about the calluses on his senior sister's palm, he was still far behind.

Perhaps, he also looked at the towering Ageless Mountain like Ji Wuwu.

At this time, when the sun was in the sky, a ray of scorching white sunlight pierced through the thick clouds like a sharp sword, enveloping Lin Fan under a pillar of light that reached the sky.

Under the sky in his eyes, he was so small, hiding the turbidity in his heart in the bottom of his heart, and a fine light flashed in Lin Fan's eyes.

Only when you set foot on the top of the mountain of immortality will you have the word maybe.

Maybe in Lin Fan's heart, it is the future, if there is no hard practice now, the future may be like a flash in the pan, like a dream.

As if sensing Lin Fan's determination, his paused cultivation suddenly swarmed like a tidal wave, breaking through the transcendent realm in an instant, and his aura quickly transformed into an unearthly one.

With vigorous hair, he carried the "Yuan Magnetic Breaking the Sky" sword diagonally on the double room, and he strode forward and climbed the mountain.

An attic of a foundation-building monk in the Bulao Mountains.

The building is dozens of zhang high, built for the purple bamboo, and the top of the building is sharp, like a sharp cone.

Ji Wuwu is slender and light, and he dances the long sword lightly at the top of this building.

The sword light flew out like a shadow, and a silver mask shimmered in the sunlight.

She is like a swift, sometimes jumping high, sometimes like a goshawk spreading its wings.

The peaceful breeze made her snow-white clothes flutter like dancing butterflies, leaving countless beautiful figures in the air.

Her slightly disturbed mood gradually subsided in the sound of the long sword breaking through the air.

Lin Fan's handsome cheeks and the gentleness that smeared on her cheeks made her, who only knew how to keep practicing, sprout a trace of ignorant girlish feelings.

The sword struck the air, and the wind ruffled her long cuffs, revealing half of her scarred arm.

The skin was like snow and the scars were like ghosts, which made Ji Wuwu pause and slowly stand on the top of the building.

A feeling of inferiority surged into my heart, and I couldn't face the appeal in my heart.

Isn't all these years of life and death just a desire for a kind of freedom that you desire?

Stretching out a white finger, he flicked it lightly on the longsword that emitted cold light.

The long sword roared lowly, the sword body was as bright as water, and Ji Wuwu lowered his head and listened to the sound of the sword body attentively.

A light sword roar, like ripples in the water spreading in the heart, the turbulent heart was surprisingly calm.

She raised her eyes and looked at the top of the Immortal Mountain, and after a long time, she smiled and said to herself: "Instead of being aggressive, it is better to cultivate to the top, and then snatch him up, who dares to say a word!"

With a shake of her hand, the sword made a brisk chime, as if to cater to her words.

Under the silver mask, Ji Wuwu's clear eyes were radiant.

The soft body jumped up, and the Eighteen Swords of the Breeze stabbed out violently in her hand.

A momentum that had never been seen before erupted in her body, and the long sword broke through the air, corresponding to the breeze.

After a few breaths, the flickering cold light of the sword disappeared, and a wisp of green smoke rose in her hand.

The smoke was like silk, blending into the oncoming breeze, Ji Wuwu's eyes were bright, and for a while she actually comprehended the sword heart and the clear wind sword intent.

When he becomes stronger, when he becomes incomparably stronger, even if the world changes color, he will embrace Lin Fan in his arms.

This allowed Ji Wuwu to find a reason to become stronger, which would also become her sword heart for the rest of her life.

The moon is like a hook, and the mountains are lonely.

Lin Fan sat in his bamboo building, looking up at the starry sky.

On a rock under the bamboo building, Zhang Lei and a few people were quietly sitting and practicing attentively.

Lin Fan sat quietly in the bamboo building for an afternoon and half the night, he neither practiced nor went to the library to find any sword skills.

Instead, he turned out the bamboo basket that he had long forgotten, and looked at the withered spirit grass in it and fell into deep thought.

He sat for hours, and the white moonlight shone on his handsome cheeks, enveloping him in a hazy light.

He had been laughing at the pedantry and childishness of his predecessor before, but now he was in the same confusion.

The swordsman must have a clear sword heart, raised his white fingers and pinched a withered spirit grass in the bamboo building, and the alchemy introduction in his mind flashed as well as on his own.

Although this is only the basic method of alchemy, there are no less than 100,000 kinds of elixirs alone.

There were also hundreds of various basic pills, but in front of Lin Fan's powerful divine sense, these were insignificant.

Only one set of alchemy basic methods made him somewhat interested.

As soon as his divine consciousness moved, Lin Fan actually passed the Dan Fang that recorded the residence in Yan Dan to the super system "small" in the sea of consciousness.

In the shocked face of the "small" of the system, Lin Fan said in the sea of knowledge: "The best way to deduce this Dan refining!"

"Xiao" replied with a cold face, "Such a trivial matter will also bother me, but the bee crystal in your hand can't be given to others, after all, I still have to rely on it to replenish energy."

Lin Fan, who was sitting in the bamboo building, nodded his head and looked at the moon sky again.

When the sky turned white, the super system "Xiao" said in Lin Fan's divine consciousness space: "The deduction is complete, this pill needs twenty-seven kinds of spiritual grasses, and the number of medicinal properties changes is 103,000, and after optimization, it can be used to increase the rate of pill by seventy percent, and the specific effect can only be known by yourself."

After finishing speaking, the super system "Xiao" passed the optimized method of law and alchemy to Lin Fan.

At this time, Zhang Lei, who was washing by the pool, was just about to go to practice, but was stopped by Lin Fan.

He casually threw hundreds of spirit stones to Zhang Lei, and said softly: "I want to refine the spirit grass needed for the Yan Dan, and you can go down the mountain to Fang City to purchase it."

Zhang Lei nodded and hurriedly went down the mountain.

Lin Fan looked at Zhang Lei, who was far away, and said: "I am a mortal, my heart is bound, and a pill should know my heart!"

He turned around and returned to the bamboo building, took out the black tripod traded in the storage ring, and put it in his hand to watch.

The black tripod was only half a foot high, and its body was dark, and the body of the tripod was carved with a round of blood moon in a clumsy way, and the lid was dull, and there seemed to be dense rune seals.

Looking at the ancient vicissitudes of life, Lin Fan sneered at the sealing rune on the top cover.

Even after a long time in the powerful rune, the spiritual power dissipated, not to mention that in his eyes, all items related to spiritual power were the tonic of his flesh and blood.

Lin Fan opened his white palm and pressed it the mouth of the dense runes, and a black hole the size of a fist suddenly appeared in his palm.

A strong suction force suddenly sucked Hei Ding in the palm of his hand.

Hundreds of tiny spiritual qi overflowed in the runes that sealed Dingkou, and they would be sucked into Lin Fan's body in an instant.

The aura was like a snake, and when it entered Lin Fan's body, it was not refined and absorbed by him, but went straight to his dantian qi sea in a strange way.

Lin Fan was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly wanted to let go of the black tripod in his hand.

Which Cheng thought, at this time, the black ding seemed to grow in his hands, and a trace of aura was uncontrollable, swarming through his palm.

Countless strange auras appeared in Lin Fan's sea of qi, they were connected and combined with each other, and under Lin Fan's frightened inner vision, they suddenly turned into a round of blood moon and slowly rose.

Dyeed the entire dantian qi sea into a bloody color.

Lin Fan suddenly shook in the sea, and his brain roared suddenly.

His eyes went dark, and his vision suddenly disappeared.

After a long time, when Lin Fan looked up at the night sky, a blood-colored crescent moon appeared in front of him.

Looking around, he found that he was not in the mountains of immortality.

At this time, he was standing on the top of a mountain that jutted straight into the clouds.

The mountain is like the edge of a sword that hangs down, and the top is like the hilt of a sword.

Above the top is a thousand-zhang high platform, and in the center is a black tripod dozens of feet high.

At this time, the flames under the ding were soaring, and the screams in the ding were endless.

Directly above the black ding, an old man with a broken arm was waving one arm, and flames erupted in his hands.

The flames are like blood, and Yin Hong is incomparable.

Blood dripped from the old man's severed arm, and a bowl-sized blood hole appeared in his chest.

The front and back of the blood hole were transparent, and the white bones were obliquely inserted out of the body, and the old man's pale and bloodless cheeks were full of absoluteness.

A gust of mountain wind blew, and the sound of unprecautioned fighting faintly came from the bottom of the mountain.

Thousands of miles from the mountain peaks, there are countless blood qi tumbling and rising, dyeing the entire sky blood-colored.

Lin Fan's face was dazed, and as soon as his steps moved, his body floated like light smoke.

His body rose and fell with the mountain wind, standing high in the air and looking down, a monster full of red hair was suppressed in the pitch-black Dading.

This monster is dozens of feet tall, with red hair and a huge hideous head poking out of the tripod, and two claws that flicker with cold light clasp the edge of the tripod.

In a bloody mouth, there is a heart that is still beating.

Two erect silver pupils stared fiercely at the old man in the sky, with a look of unwillingness and hatred.

The black tripod under the flames gradually turned red, and the endless heat made half of its body melt, and its face showed endless pain, and it kept howling.

The thunderous roar caused the space to turmoil, and the pitch-black spatial cracks were torn apart by its roar.

As its body melted, its face calmed down, and the roar in its mouth stopped.

A pair of silver eyes showed endless mockery, and a blood-colored mouth said in extremely clear words: "Li Canghai, your sword gate will be destroyed today, as long as you let me live, I will ensure that your sword gate is worry-free, but I can return your heart to you, and I can make you the master of this world!"

The old man's body was shaky at this time, and he said sarcastically: "I Sirius has a total of one hundred and eight sword gates, and each sword gate is pressing a demon cave, you want to be in this world, unless my sword gate is extinct, I Li Canghai can die, but I must pave the way forward for future generations!"

After speaking, the old man pointed to the blood moon in the sky, his face was resolute, and a pair of vicissitudes of life seemed to sweep Lin Fan's cheeks.

He pinched the handprint in one arm, and roared in his mouth: "The blood moon is like a hook, sacrifice everything I have, and change the law of sealing the sky."

The old man slid one arm over his legs, and the two withered legs suddenly fell into the flames beneath the black ding, as if they had been slashed by a sharp sword.

The old man's eyes were full of light, and he said: "Sacrifice your legs, like a flame licking a salary, and a fire dragon surrounds the Ding."

"Boom"

With a roar, the legs that fell into the flames suddenly turned into two hundred-zhang flame dragons coiled on top of the body of dozens of zhang.

Two huge dragon's mouths, purple flames erupted wildly, and the mountains and rocks outside the ding melted for a while, and the flames were monstrous.

"Ahh

The monster in the ding let out a terrible howl, and the green smoke rose from all over its body, and its only body disappeared.

The huge head suddenly fell into the ding, and it roared wildly in the ding: "How can a mere flame transform my divine sense, and after thousands of years, Lao Tzu can recover his body!"

The old man looked disdainful, one arm suddenly dissolved his chest, and a blood-colored sword qi submerged into the tripod and turned into a subtle edge that permeated the entire black tripod.

At this time, his whole body was shriveled, his face was like dry bones, he glanced at Lin Fan in the distance, and said to himself: "My natal sword qi will not be extinguished for thousands of years, how can your fragile primordial spirit resist, not to mention that the later people will definitely be able to make you fly ashes and annihilate!"

At this time, the shriveled arm slowly danced in the air, and a series of mysterious trajectories appeared in Lin Fan's eyes.

The blood moon shone brightly in the sky, and a dark red crescent moon appeared above the black ding.

The old man looked up to the sky and laughed and said, "Sacrifice the original god, seal the demon of heaven and earth!"

After speaking, a streamer of light flew out of the old man's canopy, merging into the blood moon above the black ding.

The blood moon's scarlet light flickered, echoing the same shimmering crescent moon in the sky.

A pillar of blood-colored light several zhang thick struck down in the air, pressing the blood moon above the black ding to the mouth of the ding.

Dense patterns appeared at the mouth of the ding, and the black ding was firmly sealed.

In the pitch-black body, a blood moon slowly emerged.

Lin Fan looked up at the old man in the air at this time, the mountain wind swept by, and the old man's mutilated body turned into a little spark like starlight and disappeared.