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As one of the few powerful descendants of the Demon Sect in the world, the middle-aged man firmly believes in this legend. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Do you like to carry a wooden sword on your back?"

The middle-aged man looked at the top of the distant snow peak and smiled contemptuously, put the leftover half leg of lamb in his hand back on the plate, took the silk scarf from the hand of his subordinate and carefully wiped the oil stains between his fingers, and then stood up.

The soles of his boots stepped on the surface of the lake that had just been frozen in the sea, and the middle-aged man walked slowly towards the distant mountains on the other side of the lake, and every step he took was so solid that it seemed to shake the ice open.

He has many enemies in the world, and those enemies know that he does not know water, and even fears water. But today he wants to step over the lake, as if he wants to break through the grievances and dissatisfaction of the past years.

The cold wind blows hard in his chest, and the middle-aged man feels as if he has returned to his youth, which is a good feeling.

It was the middle of winter, the reckless sky abandoned the cold wind blowing in the mountains, and the temperature above the snow peak was extremely low, but fortunately, because the peak was too high, it was not covered by the mist that permeated the dense valley between the foothills, and the sunlight shone directly here, although it could not bring much real warmth, but it could bring some psychological comfort to people.

Just as the middle-aged man on the seaside guessed, there was indeed someone on the top of the snowy peak that had been untraced for thousands of years, and it was a Taoist priest wearing a thin light shirt and an ebony fork stuck in his bun.

The Taoist priest looked quiet and thin, with a wooden sword behind him, quietly looking at the white clouds fluttering below the snow peaks, the barren fields below the white clouds, and the sea like a white mirror.

The world walks the wind spirit, a few days ago between the twin peaks outside the entrance of the Demon Sect Hall, and the world from the Demon Sect walked cautiously, and made a bet with Xu Chen and Chen Lujie's prince to break the realm.

In the end, Xu Chen won, and Prince Chen Lujie was abolished, so he ...... He lost.

According to the unspoken but knowing each other's hearts, Feng Ling could no longer join in the snatching of the Heavenly Book, but that didn't mean that he couldn't stand on the snow peak and watch this scene from afar.

He "saw" the middle-aged man on the seaside, but in fact he didn't look at the middle-aged man, because if he saw the other party, then the other party could see him too.

He came from an unknowable place outside the world, but he knew very well that there were many real powerhouses hidden in the world, such as the middle-aged man on the seaside, for the peak powerhouse of the martial arts in the world who was close to the transcendent realm of sainthood, even if he was as strong as him, he had to maintain some respect and reserve.

Of course, if he was still the proud wooden sword boy more than ten years ago, he would definitely not care about these things, but he is no longer the young self now, and his understanding of the world and himself has long been different.

It's just that he will occasionally miss the forced youth that has been gone for many years.

Seeing whose hands the Book of Heaven will fall into is one of the reasons why he appears here, but he has grown up in the Ancient Spirit Temple since he was a child, and he has been reading the Book of Heaven since he was just literate, and he has lost his sense of mystery, so naturally he will not have an inexplicable awe of the Book of Heaven like mortals or those cultivators in the world, so this is not the real reason why he came here, at least not as important as the real reason.

He came here to miss the compelling youth that has been gone for many years, maybe to pay tribute to the compelling youth that has been gone for many years, or to find back the compelling youth that has been gone for many years, and those youths are called pride.

The wind spirit silently turned around and looked at a waterhole somewhere in the mountains.

The surface of the pool is very small, and there may be hot water gushing out at the bottom of the pool, so it has not been frozen for a few days, but after all, it can't help the cold wind, and there is still a thin layer of ice on the surface of the pool.

Maybe it was many days ago, maybe it was the moment before, the thin ice on the surface of the small pool broke a small hole, and even he couldn't be sure when the thin ice broke.

But he could confirm that the shape of the breach in the ice of the waterhole was peculiar, like the marks left by a wooden scoop.

Fourteen years ago, he had seen the wooden scoop, and he could never forget it.

There are people on the seashore beyond the snowy mountains.

The middle-aged man looked at the shore of the lake in front of him, and suddenly stopped, and then he took off the hat he had worn for many days, revealing his face, he looked at the reckless mountains in the distance, the eyebrows that were as thick as ink silkworms frowned slightly, and the lips that were as red as thick blood were slightly curled, revealing a smile with complicated meanings.

In the bitter cold wind, he walked again, from the lake ice to the solid ground, the burly and solid body as steel, completely ignoring the existence of the strong wind of the wasteland, and walking north with a murderous intention.

He didn't walk very fast, even slowly, and every time his footsteps fell, he didn't see how hard he could sink into the frozen wasteland ground, leaving a deep footprint.

Leaving the seashore and walking towards the foothills of the Heavenly Abandoned Mountain to the north, as time passed, the murderous aura on the middle-aged man's body gradually disappeared, and the footprints left behind him became shallower and shallower, until there was no trace at all.

He didn't naturally merge himself with heaven and earth like those great cultivators of the Seven Realms in the world, because what he cultivated was never the Dao Method, he used terrifying spiritual power to completely isolate his body consciousness from heaven and earth, as if he had turned himself into a stone, and if he closed his eyes, he couldn't feel his existence at all.

However, the small waterhole on the mountainside, which had been quiet for a long time, suddenly moved.

There was a faint commotion on the shore of the waterhole.

The sound was like the sound of a wooden scoop of water, or the sound of the wind blowing the leaves.

It's like the sound of a hand slowly closing the pages of a book.

"I heard that you are thirteen years old and enlightened, thirty years old, no confusion, six realms in three months, seven realms in one day. ”

Today, it seems, is so. ”

Wind Spirit listened to the soft noise coming from the small pool on the far mountainside, silently thought about these words in his heart, and then let out a very lonely and satisfied sigh, smiled and took a step towards the edge of the snow peak.

As he took this step, the thin wooden sword behind him floated into the air, humming.

Suddenly, the sun in the sky seemed to become brighter.

Tens of thousands of rays of light shone on the wooden sword, making the thin sword body glow golden.

An extremely pure sword intent, like a condensed beam of light, emanated from the top of the snow peak, calmly and powerfully, ignoring any spatial distance, and descended to the small waterhole thousands of feet away in an instant!

Such a miraculous Dao method has already stood at the highest point in the world, at the top of the Seven Realms realm, although it has not yet broken through the realm, but it is only a very thin line away from the realm of the Apocalypse.

With such a powerful Dao sword, how many times can the world see it?

When that pure sword intent descended on the small pool on the mountainside, the thin ice on the water instantly became even more solidified, and even the extremely small opening froze at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The rumbling voices had long since died down, and a soft snort sounded somewhere by the pool, as if there was some surprise.

However, the person who evoked the soft voice reacted a little slowly, and the speed of opening his lips was very slow, so this soft voice felt deliberately dragged out a lot, long and long, babbling, just like the call of the protagonist of the opera when he appeared on the stage.

The middle-aged man at the foot of the mountain frowned slightly, at this time, of course he sensed that sword intent, he didn't know where that sword intent stabbed, but he also vaguely guessed who it would be who would be the person who dedicates his life to cultivating to stab a sword.

On this wasteland, he has already cast countless eyeliners, and he did not hesitate to mobilize the helpers in the military department, why did he suddenly come here?

But he didn't hesitate, as the peak powerhouse in the world, he could faintly sense his luck, knowing that this was a great opportunity for him, and he had his own pride, so he ignored the encounter in Xuefeng, which no one knew, but was destined to shock the world, and walked towards the exit of the valley with a solemn expression.

The valley was still filled with a thin mist, obscuring the smooth and steep stone walls cut by knives and axes, and the sound of approaching footsteps, but it could not hide the young men inside forever.

In the snow peak, the wind spirit, the heir of the ancient spirit view, finally met the scholar on the other side of the line, and under the snow peak, the middle-aged man thought that he would also meet the heavenly book soon, compared to this, it was worth waiting for a long time.

Whether it's fourteen years, or a lifetime.

The four young men walked among the steep and smooth stone walls, and for several days, their injuries gradually improved, but they had run out of food, so they were weakened again by hunger.

Xu Chen didn't expect that the passage carved out by the previous generations of powerhouses of the Demon Sect would be so long, and it seemed that he was about to cross the entire mountain range when he calculated the distance, but he still didn't find the exit, so he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

He was the most afraid of hunger, thinking that the dry food he was hiding was eaten by most of these three women, he felt even more angry, stared at Ye Yao and said, "If we can't go out, we will all starve to death, how many more days will it take?"

Ye Yao lowered her head slightly, looked at the beast tail around her neck, and whispered with some unconfidence: "It should be soon." ”

Xu Chen gasped, looked at her in disbelief, and said, "We have followed you honestly for so many days, you must not come back to tell me when you are out of food." ”

Ye Yao raised her little face and looked at him aggrievedly and said, "It was decades ago that the entrance of the hall was sealed, of course I haven't walked it. ”

There's some truth to that, but how can you possibly know that? ”

Xu Chen's tone was obviously a little unkind, and he shouted angrily: "You didn't say it at the beginning!"

The reason why he dared to be so vicious to Ye Yao was, of course, because he was already hungry and dizzy, under the dual effect of anxiety and hunger, where did he have time to think that this Demon Sect girl was now the strongest person among the four.

And in the process of walking in the mountains these days, this Demon Sect girl does not have any murderous Demon Sect aura at all, but is innocent and cute and even a little honest and clumsy, and gradually he forgets the identity of the other party.

Ye Yao really didn't get angry, but lowered her head again in shame and walked to the front.

"If we reach the Seven Realms, where can this passage stop us?" Ye Tong's face was a little pale, she looked at the smooth and steep stone wall beside her and said indifferently: "In the final analysis, it is still a matter of strength. ”