Who is it, do you remember where you were one day all those years ago?

Is it under the starry sky, or on a sunny afternoon? The wheel of time crushes everything yellow and old, and fate is always carefully plucking the string in the depths of people's bodies and minds, so that you can forget or remember on the trajectory that belongs to him.

Just now that the mountain is far away, countless disturbances and visions are frequent, and the speed is even a little overwhelming. Only helplessness and a little will are struggling to support the Orthodox Church that has stood for tens of millions of years, because it is the leader of the world, so it cannot be violated!

The figure of the eight brilliant streamers, with the heavy mission of the entire Liwu Sect, flew towards the towering Sword Pavilion. A hint of determination, a hint of pride, and perhaps a hint of helplessness.

Leaving the Sword Pavilion, the forbidden place that has been insurmountable from the Sorrow Sect for thousands of years, don't say that entering the Sword Pavilion, it is close to its periphery, there will be countless forbidden storms to attack you, the mysterious and towering Sword Pavilion, the red walls and green tiles are hidden under the boundless snow, simple, vicissitudes, mysterious, spectacular.

There is a belief in the thousands of years of faith and the deterrence of the Zhenjiao holy relics of the Immortal Hidden Sword, of course, this Immortal Hidden Divine Sword is so lofty and mysterious in the eyes of almost most of the disciples, except for the real person in charge of the sect and the eight heads, no one has seen the true face of this Immortal Hidden Sword, but when listening to people talk about the tragic battle between good and evil, the divine power of the Immortal Hidden Divine Sword is great, and it is terrifying to hear it.

And these eight chief disciples, today is also the first time to see the face of this Immortal Hidden Divine Sword, everyone's mood is both excited and nervous, excited is that this is regarded as an invincible legendary artifact can finally be seen, even if it is just a glance from a distance, it is worth it to die; , long gone without a trace.

If this is the case, I am afraid that the name of the world's No. 1 sect will become the world's No. 1 laughing stock. From this point of view, the cultivation of this sword thief is by no means ordinary, and every chief disciple who is rapidly approaching the Sword Pavilion has a question in his heart: Can he and my eight people be able to deal with this unknown enemy?

Don't care about it, what worries, what fears, leave them all behind, how many times is it rare to be chic and decisive in life? Chu Xiao's figure is the fastest one, the white light of the Asking Heart Fairy Sword flashed, and his heart added a bit of pride and ease, and he looked up to the sky and said with a long smile: "You fellow disciples, today is my separation from the Sorrow Sect, and we will also swear to kill the enemy, don't say that a person who steals the sword is the resurrection of the Blood Feather Demon Emperor, so why be afraid!"

Everyone was infected by Chu Xiao's pride, his brother was in high spirits, and the magic weapons were all clear, and without hesitation, he rushed straight towards the Worrying Sword Pavilion that had been covered with ice and snow for thousands of years.

The Sword Pavilion was solemn, and the snow fell silently.

This quaint and majestic holy place covered by thousands of years of wind and frost is still standing quietly on the top of the mountain, which is like a sword, unchanged for thousands of years, reincarnation and loneliness, have you ever heard how many songs and tears and soul sighs under the immortal hidden sword.

A sword is famous, and ten thousand souls cry!

In the midst of the desolation and vicissitudes of life, how many fresh lives have been as generous and heroic as Chu Xiao and them are today! It's just that no matter whether they are immortal or fall, they still have no regrets.

Chu Xiao was the first to fall in this place that was already snowy, followed by Zeng Ruijin, Su Yuan, Hong Likun, Zhao Shinan, Hu Feng, Wang Yan, and Chen Gang, the eldest disciple of Jing Linan, who has always been low-key. The eight people stood in this world dominated by cold wind and ice and snow, lined up, their eyes all cold and serious.

The huge gate of the Sword Pavilion had already been opened, and a little snow fell on it, whimpering and drifting towards the main hall of the Sword Pavilion with the biting cold wind. Then everything was quiet as if nothing had happened.

"Your Excellency came to my Sorrowful Sword Pavilion, what do you have to say, why don't you come out and talk about it?" Chu Xiao's words were sonorous.

He asked three times in a row, and all he answered was the cold wind whistling all over the mountain, and he didn't say that someone came out of this hall, but there was no movement.

Chu Xiao glanced at everyone, and then said slowly: "If Your Excellency doesn't want to come out, I can only go in to meet you!"

This thousand-year-old forbidden place has finally unveiled the mystery of this vast and spectacular place to people.

Quaint, magnificent, magnificent, majestic!

These are the words that these eight chief disciples thought of at the same time. It's just that in this environment, these four words seem to have turned pale.

The main hall is deep and wide. There was not a single candle, but every three steps, there was a huge gossip pattern circulating on the vicissitudes of life and heavy wall, and with the flowing true qi, these huge gossip patterns slowly flowed and rotated at an eternal speed, and the true qi was hazy and abundant. All the gossip made a tinkling sound because of the rotation of the true qi, and it was in this vast and empty hall.

The fairy sound is distant and ethereal, as if it is going to dream for a thousand years, secluded and quiet. On top of this circulating gossip, this true qi presented a pure and flawless light blue beam, and the blue gossip beams on the walls on both sides reflected each other, like a fairyland.

This is because of the blue air current, even if there is not a single candle in this temple, but it is still bright all night, and no darkness seems to dare to take a step forward.

The way of heaven is vast and vast, everything in this hall, cranes dancing auspicious clouds, dragons and phoenixes flying together, and the true air rotation may be illustrating these truths.

In this forbidden place, it seems to be full of vicissitudes and vitality, it seems that people have forgotten life and death, sorrows and joys, and there is nothing else in front of them.

At the end of the deep road of the main hall, a huge golden tripod is standing in the middle of this road, the tripod has already been paved with incense ash, and in the middle of the tripod, the three pillars of sandalwood flickering brightly and darkly, the fragrance is faint, I don't know where to drift.

If it weren't for the people with good concentration, I am afraid that they would have already prostrated on the ground, bowing and worshipping to the awe-inspiring righteousness of heaven and earth, and praying sincerely.

It's just that these eight people have no intention of watching the grandeur of the main hall, and when they enter this hall, they find that in addition to the sound of this tinkling and crisp sound, the four sides are empty, as if it has been like this for thousands of years, and there has been no change.

The air suddenly became tense at some point, and even with each step everyone took, the silence became even more oppressive. It's just that everyone knows that this mysterious sword thief should have been hiding in the shadows for a long time, and this silence may be suddenly torn apart by a fierce battle in the next moment.

But when will this unknown moment come? No one answered, let alone knew.

Breathing low and rapid, these eight chief disciples, the various magic weapons in their hands emitted dazzling light, welcoming the unknown fate.

Nervousness, this is natural, if it is completely nervous, but there is still a trace of excitement in everyone's eyes for this unknown.

No one knows, people in this world are often like this, curiosity and excitement about the unknown are often greater than all complex emotions, no matter what he is about to face, is it a sword to kill, or you live or die?

Everyone knew that the mysterious sword-thief with unfathomable cultivation was hiding in the shadows and secretly observing them. The enemy is dark and I am clear, these eight people just held the magic weapon of the fairy sword, and walked carefully with every step, and the hand holding the magic weapon actually broke out in a trace of cold sweat.

Repression. This deep road has finally come to an end. Chu Xiao hurriedly raised his eyes to look, but after seeing the big ding, in the middle of a huge gossip stone platform, there was an extremely strong true qi coming out of it, this true qi was the source of the gossip true qi on all the walls in the hall, forming a dark blue true qi vortex here, this vortex was rotating extremely fast, the vortex could not see the bottom, just like a bottomless hole, the source of the true qi seemed to flow out of the ground.

Chu Xiao looked at the true qi vortex, and a hanging heart finally let go.

Because directly in front of him, an awe-inspiring sword aura that seemed to dominate all the killing forces of this heaven and earth rushed to his face.

The Immortal Hidden Sword is erected upside down on this flowing blue vortex, the sword aura is overflowing, and on the ancient sword body, two big characters like a book from heaven are clearly visible: Immortal Hidden!

The pen is like a knife, and the momentum on this word makes people dare not face it squarely, as if you look at it more than once, it is a kind of contempt for this supreme holy object.

Xianyin is still there, and this mysterious figure is afraid that he has not yet succeeded, but where is this snake like a charming person hiding, the next moment may be a sudden attack of thunder.

Not only Chu Xiao, but everyone present could feel that there was a pair of eyes as cold as knives that were constantly watching them, but although they could feel it, they couldn't find any traces.

What kind of enemy is this? How high is this person's cultivation, you must know that the eight people in this Leaving Sorrow Sword Pavilion are the elite of the elite in this Leaving Sorrow Sect, and the worst of them is also the Jindan Quadruple, but they haven't even found a clue.

Fear, repression, when everything reaches a critical point, is the moment when the poisonous snake hidden in the shadows spits out the letter.

In an instant, out of nowhere, a black light shot towards Chu Xiao's front door, Chu Xiao was concentrating on himself, only to feel that the black light flashed in front of him, and he retreated sharply a few feet, the white light of the Asking Heart Fairy Sword flashed, and the black light between the electric light and flint was hitting the Asking Heart Fairy Sword. With a "bell", the black light fell, and the white light of the Asking Heart Sword trembled, and Chu Xiao saw that there was a trace of weird black qi on the white true qi of the fairy sword, and it was rapidly expanding.

Before he could react, there were a few more "whoosh-" sounds, and then three people fell down in response, and all the fairy swords were let go, making a crisp sound. Chu Xiao turned his head to see that it was Wang Yan, Hu Feng and Chen Gang, while Su Yuan, Zeng Ruijin, Hong Likun, and Zhao Shinan all flashed, and the corners of their clothes fluttered like a black light like a line.

The enemy has already attacked, and in an instant, all three of them have been injured and fallen to the ground, their bodies are trembling, and a strange black gas on their faces is constantly rising, and this black gas is getting heavier and heavier.

Chen Gang supported the ground with one hand, beads of sweat the size of beans covered his forehead, but he gritted his teeth and stiffened his teeth without saying a word, while Wang Yan and Hu Feng were already crying out in pain.

Chu Xiao glanced at the two of them and said, "The enemy is in the shadows, Senior Brother Zeng, you are here to guard the injured fellow door, don't leave." Su Yuan, you also assisted Senior Brother Zeng together, Likun and I went to the back of this Hidden Immortal Sword to take a look. ”

After saying that, he walked towards the back of the Hidden Immortal Sword first, and the Light Green Immortal Sword in Hong Likun's hand followed tightly. As soon as the two of them walked behind this fairy sword, they suddenly heard a plop, and two plops came from in front of the hidden fairy sword, both of them were shocked, and quickly turned back, but saw that Zeng Ruijin and Su Yuan had already collapsed to the ground, convulsions, Zeng Ruijin still wanted to struggle to stand up, but after trying a few times, he couldn't move.

There was a faint aroma in the air, and a faint hint of pink smoke was constantly spreading.

"The air is poisonous!" Chu Xiao shouted, and the Questioning Sword had already slashed towards the faintly invisible pale pink smoke. As soon as the sky-breaking sword qi of the Questioning Heart Sword came into contact with the pink smoke of the Daoist, a burst of sparks suddenly crackled, and then the pale pink smoke disappeared.

"Kill the poison gate, a dream is scattered!" Chu Xiao said the name fiercely.

A cold voice came from above the empty hall and said, "I originally thought that the chief disciple of the Leaving the Sorrow Sect was no more than Er'er, but now it seems that you are a character, and it is not wrong that the Poison Sect came down to take your life. ”

As the voice passed, a white-clothed young man within ten zhang in front of Chu Xiao slowly descended from the high dome, his white clothes fluttering, but his figure was unruly.

He held a simple and elegant fan in his hand, there was no picture on the surface, but his face was wearing a large bronze mask, and the strange bronze mask shone with a cold light like a knife.

This white-clothed young man looked like he was only about ten years old, and he appeared silently on the top of this Sword Pavilion hall, and his body was as cold and unruly as if he had been born with it.

Chu Xiao's heart trembled slightly, this white-clothed young man who only looked ten years old, the face hidden behind the mask and the huge divine soul coercion emanating from his body made Chu Xiao extremely nervous.

The young man in white said coldly: "Why, I have already shown up to meet you, and I will come when I want to fight!"

Chu Xiao tightly shook the white light flashing Questioning Sword in his hand, and then gently raised it and pointed at the mysterious white-clothed young man, the next moment of the big battle was coming.

And whether the fate of the Sect of Separation of Sorrows for tens of millions of years will be suddenly changed by these sudden circumstances, everything seems to be in the dark, slowly unfolding in front of the world.