Chapter 644: Return to Condor Shooting

A thousand years, a thousand years!

A thousand years can be a moment or 10,000 years for today's Xuantian Machine......

When you comprehend the avenue of time, time seems to have no meaning......

But in the world, a thousand years of history can brew an epic civilization, and you can see the vicissitudes of life and the changes. I don't know how many civilizations have disappeared and how many have risen.

A thousand years after the Condor World, Xuantian finally came to the Condor World again!

It's just that it's not an eagle shooting, but a ......

If time passes, a thousand years after shooting the Condor, it will not be Yitian, but with the Pure Yang Sect and Heavenly Dao rewards left by him in the past, it will be possible.

Xuantian Ji stepped into this world, like an ordinary person.

His strength did not leak out in the slightest, and he walked in this old place.

In this world, there is no Heavenly Dao, there is only a vague Heavenly Dao consciousness, but since he came, the Heavenly Dao consciousness has become him!

The vague world consciousness, in the face of the powerful master of the alien world, intended to resist, and was crushed unexpectedly, so he became the heaven of this world.

Heaven became him.

He came to earth.

Thus the heavens descended on earth.

Xuantianji chose to go to Wudang Mountain.

Not only because of Zhang Sanfeng, the Taoist master, but also because of the son of fate.

The son of fate is known as the proud son of the sky, and since Xuantianji is here, he naturally wants to see this "son" of his......

The place where Xuantian Ji came was in the west, and on the way to Wudang Mountain, he saw some things.

The Mongol on a tall horse is wielding a scimitar, his mouth is making a call for Ulala, and his hands are swinging downwards at a rapid pace. In front of him, there was a Han man running for his life.

It's a pity that the feet can't outrun the four hooves of the horse, and the scimitar slashes it, splashing a pool of hot blood.

What is it for them to kill a Han Chinese?

A hundred years ago, they wouldn't have had the audacity. But since the decline of the Pure Yang Sect, they have such courage!

As soon as the years of depression were released, there were countless killings......

This land, they, the Mongols, are now the masters of the whole world. They had been living in the shadow of the Pure Yang Sect for hundreds of years, and this time, they had finally begun to rule the land officially, completely!

If you dare to resist the rule of the Great Yuan, you will be slaughtered! This time, the men of the villages here will be killed and all the women will be snatched back......

Xuan Tianji frowned slightly, and everyone's psychology appeared in front of him.

The Mongolian who had killed a Han man was about to leave, when he suddenly saw Xuantianji, his face immediately showed a cruel smile, and the scimitar in his hand had already slashed towards Xuantianji.

Xuantian Ji's brows were even worse.

The tall horse on which the Mongol was sitting suddenly neighed violently, and refused to take a step forward, as if he had seen an incomparably terrifying existence, and in a hurry he shook his master and threw his master off his body, and then his foot collapsed......

Everything was in an instant, and the Mongol cavalry never dreamed that he would die like this!

Trampled to death by his own warhorse!

The tall horse continued to run forward, and then found that its head had been separated from its body, and fell down in fear, never to wake up.

"Well, I came to this world, and my Pure Yang Sect ...... It's already declining, it's terrible!" Xuantian muttered, pointing to heaven and earth.

The blood on the ground began to flow backwards, and the Han people who were killed by the Mongolian cavalry turned into a stream of earth, water, fire and wind, rotating within a radius of dozens of miles, and then, his figure was gradually born from the earth, water, fire and wind.

The dead creatures, now under the fingers of Xuantian Ji, have condensed flesh and blood, souls, and re-emerged.

"Return to the roots, return to the ancestors, heaven and earth are in one heart, the law is like a thought, and reshape the world. Xuantianji said lightly and left here.

The resurrected Han man, unaware that he had experienced a life and death change, scratched his head, thinking that there was still farm work to do at home, so he hurried to his home......

Xuantian Ji became heaven, and going back to time and resurrecting the dead was as simple as eating and drinking......

Because he is the way of heaven, he can do anything......

Walking in this familiar and unfamiliar world, Xuantianji has a sense of historical trance, which makes people feel inexplicably sighing. Word by word, in each story, he becomes a legend, which cannot but give one a sense of the absurdity of time.

After he left, the world began exactly as he had expected.

The Pure Yang Sect is the rule of this world, and any country that obeys the rules of the Pure Yang Sect can exist......

If the Pure Yang Sect does not recognize it, the country will have to disintegrate......

The Pure Yang Sect is high up, transcendent in the world, acting in the sky, doing the right thing for the heavens, and laughing at the changes in the world.

It's just that the king in this world, where would he tolerate that there was a supreme emperor above his head, pointing fingers at them, planning for a long time, before he launched a large-scale attack on the Pure Yang Sect a hundred years after Xuantian Ji left!

In a hundred years, the three descendants of Xuantian Ji in the past have all cultivated to the realm of grandmasters, and when they were in difficulty, they made a move, breaking 10,000 in one move, and the army was defeated......

The Pure Yang Sect still maintains a high position and the right to picket the world......

Another hundred years, the new suzerain of the Pure Yang Sect succeeded to the throne, and the foothold of the Pure Yang Sect was denied, intending to improve the relationship between the sect and the secular dynasty, but it was calculated, and the Pure Yang Sect suffered heavy losses and was forced to close the mountain.

The world thought that the Pure Yang Sect would fall forever and be completely wiped out, but it was unexpectedly that Xuantian Ji had great merit in the Pure Yang Sect, and luckily, the Pure Yang Sect appeared again for a day, and one person and one sword were worth tens of thousands of troops, and the Pure Yang Sect was revived again!

In the next few hundred years, the Pure Yang Sect has risen and fallen innumerably, and every time it perishes, an immortal genius is born, turning the tide and falling, and it still exists today!

At this time, like the rules of history, it fell into the lowest peak, and it had long lost its supervision of the secular dynasty, so it could only close the mountain to protect itself......

For thousands of years, a force runs through a thousand years of history, although there are ups and downs, it still exists after all......

Now, it's almost the end of the road......

This is the Pure Yang Sect!

As for the Quanzhen Sect established by Xuantianji's former friend Wang Chongyang, it only existed for 600 years and perished 400 years ago, and one of its branches was merged into the Pure Yang Sect, which is now called the ...... Huashan faction.

When Xuantian Ji got this news from the Heavenly Dao Consciousness, he couldn't help but be stunned.

What has changed and what has not changed seems to have delayed the emergence of the Heavenly Plane for hundreds of years only because of its own appearance......

This itself is a strange Condor plane, and the later world promotion has made a great change in this plane, the main point is that people's longevity has been extended because of the vitality of heaven and earth.

Folklore has it that Wang Chongyang, the ancestor of the Quanzhen School, lived for 300 years and soared, and the hero Guo Jing has existed for hundreds of years, which was the mainstay of the Great Song Dynasty in the past, and as for today's Wudang Zhang Sanfeng, he has survived for hundreds of years.

The entire Condor Shooting, promoted from the plane, embarked on a completely different path from the original work......

Wudang faction, back mountain.

The old Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe and a long beard was looking at the young man in front of him with a caring face with an old white hair, these days, he has been worried about the injury of the young man in front of him, even if it is him, he can't completely get rid of the Xuanming Divine Palm.

"Mowgli. How do you feel now?" is as kind as an old man, Zhang Sanfeng, the head of Wudang, does not have the slightest momentum that the head of the house should have, and there is only the kindness and kindness of an old man.

Under his inquiry, the little boy named Wuji in front of him said softly and weakly: "Master Tai, my hands and feet are warm, but the top of my head, my heart, and my lower abdomen are getting colder and colder!"

Zhang Sanfeng was secretly frightened and comforted him: "Your injury is healed, we don't have to hold you all day." You can sleep in Master Tai's bed for a while. "Carry him to his bed and fall asleep.

Zhang Sanfeng and the disciples walked to the hall and sighed: "The cold poison invaded his top door, heart and dantian, and it was beyond the power of external forces to solve it, it seems that our hard work in the past 30 days has been in vain." ”

"Well, it looks like I'm a Mowgli kid who is really a little weak!"

Suddenly, a faint voice came from a mountain peak in the distance.

Zhang Sanfeng was startled! His eyes were like lightning, and when he looked over, he saw a man in green clothes and black hair on a beautiful mountain peak in the distance, carrying a wine jar in his hand, and pouring wine into the sky.

"Where did this person come from? We didn't even find out!"

Zhang Sanfeng's first apprentice, Song Yuanqiao's face changed solemnly, and his whole body tensed up like a beast, with their cultivation, but they didn't even notice that such a figure appeared alive on the mountain peak in the distance, how strong is the person who came?

"When you sing about wine, what is your body? Heaven and earth are long, children are long, ask what is the love in the world, and teach people to live and die!" After the black-haired man in green clothes finished drinking, he pushed the wine jar in his hand: "Zhang Xiaoyou, you and I are destined, why don't you have a drink together?"

The wine jar was ten miles apart, and it appeared in front of Zhang Sanfeng silently.

Zhang Sanfeng frowned, but grabbed the wine jar. I saw that the wine inside was half red, half green, the red contained thousands of red dust, intoxicating breath, and the green was like green bamboo and jasper, symbolizing the way of heaven.

The red dust of heaven is all in wine.

"Zhang Xiaoyou, please!"

The black-haired man in green clothes, far away on the mountain peak, smiled.

Zhang Sanfeng lifted the wine jar, took a sip, and with a bang, the wine entered his throat, and his whole body boiled, and his body seemed to be intoxicated with the breath of red dust, but in the dark, the pure breath of Jasper Heavenly Dao ensured his Dao heart at all times.

He not only enjoyed the red dust, but also pursued the way of heaven.

"Pure Yang Sect Master, Xuantian Machine!"

A legendary predecessor!(To be continued.) )