Outside the door, a bright and familiar pretty face poked in, smiling like a flower, this person who came through the wind and rain, who is not Senior Sister Ming Xiaoqianming that Lin Chen is mentioning?

It's just that at this moment, there is a slight flush on her slightly frosty white jade, and her tone is a little hurried.

Hearing her words, Lin Chen looked at this senior sister with a smile and was about to speak, but Yan Ruoxue, who was on the side, frowned, and said, "Qian'er, your injuries have not healed, so let's stay here and recuperate." ”

Ming Xiaoqian suddenly disagreed, and said angrily: "Don't do it, suffocate to death, sister, you can take me there, this is a ceremony that has only been done once in a long time, I still remember the magnificent scene of ten thousand swords dancing ten years ago!"

Yan Ruoxue looked at her sister with a little headache, knowing that she had a stubborn temperament, it seemed that no matter how much she persuaded her, it would be useless, but if she didn't take her, maybe she would reluctantly run away secretly, which made people even more worried, helplessly, she had to acquiesce, but the young man next to her was stunned when he heard this, and said strangely: "Ten thousand swords dance?"

Ming Xiaoqian looked at him proudly, and said: "Speaking of which, you are also participating in the ancestor worship ceremony for the first time, this is a ritual that has been handed down from ancient times, select a sword sacrifice person from among the disciples, bring up the disciples present, sword dance in the sky, with the prosperity of the Zhao sect, comfort the spirit of the ancestors, the scene of ten thousand swords Qi Yu, is seen once, and it is enough to make people unforgettable for a lifetime." ”

Lin Chen was stunned and said in surprise: "There is such a thing, then who is the sword sacrifice person of this ceremony?"

Ming Xiaoqian frowned, thought hard for a moment, seemed to have no clue, shook her head and said: "I really don't know who this is, who will it be?" According to convention, it's either you and your sister, or Ning Guixi, right?"

At this time, Yan Ruoxue on the side smiled and said: "Okay, okay, I'll know when the time comes, it's not too early, let's go!"

Ming Xiaoqian stuck out her tongue, the three of them walked out of the bamboo reed, Lin Chen summoned the colorful exquisite boat of the Binglan Cloud Pavilion from the "Sumeru Mustard Seed", and suddenly, the colorful divine light was even more blurry in the torrential rain, making people colorful and colorful, with the input of the true yuan, the colorful exquisite boat rose to the sky, and flew to the back mountain by the wind and rain, the speed was so fast, people were on the boat, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of fluttering and dustless.

This Binglan Cloud Pavilion is a flying magic weapon that stands out in the world, it does have its outstanding, it can fly to the sky, it can go to the sea, and there are all kinds of exquisite and ingenious Taoism, looking at the floating clouds that are rapidly retreating behind him and the wind and rain that cannot be attacked, although they have already taken this flying boat once, but at this moment the two women still can't help but marvel, Ming Xiaoqian is even more beautiful, and said greedily: "Lin Chen, I remember that day we said yes, after you find a new flying sword, this thing will belong to this senior sister~!"

Lin Chen replied with a smile: "It's no problem for you, but don't call it in front of the people of the Binglan Cloud Pavilion, otherwise let the Lord of the Mercy Star Hall know, and maybe take it back." ”

Ming Xiaoqian glanced at him, and said angrily: "Let's not talk about the Binglan Cloud Pavilion is gone, the bitter cold place in the Northern Wilderness, it's not you, why am I going over there if I have nothing to do?"

"Uh," Lin Chen was speechless.

Yan Ruoxue looked at the bickering between the two as before, and a faint smile rose to the corner of her lips.

The sky is vast, the wind and rain are sad, but there seems to be a sudden warmth here, quietly brewing.

......

In the area behind the Shu Mountain, the mountains are undulating and continuous, in addition to the two most important forbidden places of "Sword Mound" and "Lock Demon Tower", there is also a well-known important place, which is the ancestral hall of the patriarch.

According to legend, the ancestor of the Yellow Emperor, since the ancient gods and demons after the war, the world returned to the heart, and later with Shushan to get the way of flying immortals, slowly, more and more cultivators gathered in Shushan, the strange fairyland of the world, self-contained, this is the predecessor of the Shushan Sword School, and the place where the emperor flew the immortals, was also named "Feixian Peak" by the descendants of Shushan, and the ancestral hall of the ancestor is located in the "Feixian Peak" in the peaks of the back mountain, the sword mound in the north, leaning on the lock demon tower in the south, such as a moat guarding the back mountain, separating the two great forbidden places.

As the name suggests, the ancestral hall of the patriarch is naturally the place to worship the ancestors of the past dynasties of Shushan, from the emperor who has been heard all over the world to the ancestors of the past dynasties since the establishment of the school, there is a spiritual position in this ancestral hall, the incense is endless, this sacred place, in addition to the head and some of the elders, for thousands of years, there is only such a grand day as the ancestor worship ceremony, and the disciples can enter this place to pay tribute to the memory of the ancestors of the demeanor.

Galloping in the vast sea of clouds, I don't know how long it took, after a long time, by a flash of instant light, in the distance, a series of undulating majestic peaks appeared in front of them, among them, more vaguely seen, as if at the end of the sky, a heavenly ancient tower, standing proudly, the clouds are ethereal, the huge hideous whirlpool in the sky is like the whirlpool of the demon's mouth, just above the top of the tower, among which there are countless looming Wanjun electric rays beating, rumbling and thundering, echoing in this sky and earth, such a strange realm, just let people see the gods, look at the fear。

Under Yan Ruoxue's signal, Lin Chen lowered the colorful exquisite boat to a flat place in front of him, and the three of them flew towards a towering peak, looking into the distance, and countless rays of light of various colors were flying next to the peak, colorful and extremely beautiful.

Lin Chen knew that those were all the flying sword lights driven by the disciples of Shu Mountain, and there were all kinds of different divine lights due to the difference between the five elements of the magic weapon, but what surprised him a little was that when he was about to get closer to the mountainside, he saw that these lights fell one after another like a dazzle from the sky, and the scene was spectacular, seeing his appearance, Yan Ruoxue smiled: " Without permission, our disciples can't fly in the air with a sword in this area of the back mountain, firstly, to show respect for Nagato, and secondly, because of the relationship between the sword mound and the lock demon tower, a very powerful prohibition is set up above here, and once triggered, it will inevitably be killed. ”

Lin Chen suddenly realized, but he couldn't help but think of the Shenxiao Peak where Huang Bingli was located, which was still far away from the three important places of Shu Mountain, and he didn't know that it was not within the scope of the prohibition, and after a while, with a roar, the three of them also fell to the foot of the mountainside, and there were already many Shu Mountain disciples walking along the mountainside path to the peak, and the arrival of the three people, especially Lin Chen's appearance, caused a commotion, but in such a solemn place, the riot quickly subsided.

The three of them went up with the crowd in turn, and their faces gradually became solemn, and finally after the peak, they saw that the peak was a huge piece of open space that was bulldozed artificially, a majestic temple was built against the sky, under the vast heaven and earth, in the cold of sparse people for many years, it seemed to be full of endless vicissitudes, but the endless light smoke, floating out from the deep and dim hall, there was a little candle flame inside, in the dark, you can vaguely see a neatly arranged spiritual position, which makes people feel awe-inspired, and can't help but give birth to a spirit of Top Gun——This ancient hall has witnessed the rise and fall of the Shushan Divine Sect through the ages!

The clouds are sad and the rain is hateful, and the wind is cold, but it seems to add a touch of antiquity to the ancestral hall of the ancestor of Shushan.

There was a solemnity all around, looking at this ancient hall, for a while, everyone's eyes flashed, complicated and silent.

At this moment, the young man's heart was also excited, and in such a solemn battle, he thought that he might be a representative of the younger generation and offer incense to the ancestors of the past generations, and his mood was even more difficult to calm down for a while.

At this moment, suddenly a cold mountain peak surged wildly, and in the stunned horror of everyone, a figure in white clothes Shengxue, walking in the wind, stepping on the wind and rain, from far to near, as if the sky was flat.

The group of young disciples were almost dumbfounded, obviously they didn't expect that someone would dare to ignore the ban like this and come in the air.

But when everyone saw the person clearly, they were all stunned for a while.

I saw that the shadow of the rainbow, as if it was a little wind and rain ripples, fell suddenly.

At this moment, Huang Bingli's figure, graceful and moving, was deeply engraved into everyone's eyes.

A moment later, the silence of Feixian Peak for thousands of years seemed to be broken all at once!

The disciples were excited, especially the young male disciples, who looked at this girl who came from the wind and rain stupidly.

It's just that Huang Bingli looked calm, his expression was as cold as frost, and he walked forward quietly, and everyone was involuntarily, and they separated a road at once.

And at this moment, everyone also saw clearly where Huang Bingli was going.

The young man watched in amazement as the senior sister walked towards him, and then stopped three feet in front of him, and the two looked at each other quietly for a moment, and the girl suddenly smiled lightly, like the most delicate lily in the middle of the night, blooming silently in the wind, and then ...... Restore as cold as ever.

There was a stunning uproar on the field!

A short-lived smile!

The group of disciples almost looked at each other, this seemed to be the first time that everyone smiled, and for a while, almost all of them had complicated eyes and fell on the big disciple of Forgotten Dust Peak.

And Lin Chen also came back to his senses in a cold snort from Ming Xiaoqian next to him, scratched his head, smiled, suddenly remembered something, and handed the divine sword wrapped in clothes behind him to Huang Bingli.

"Uh, senior sister, your sword. ”

Huang Bingli didn't speak, took the primordial sword, and stood quietly aside.

Just when everyone was talking, only a few sounds of clothes were heard, echoing in the wind and rain, more than a dozen figures, volleyed in the air, led by Xuan Xiaozi Zhenren, the rest were the elders of the first seat of the six veins and the three pavilions, all of them had serious faces, all the disciples looked awe-inspired, and the field quickly quieted down.