The blue light of the three souls kept flashing. "After I take it, I will go to the Holy Sword Mountain to retrieve the three major Horcruxes. I will spend another hundred years refining it to refine it into the three great soul soldiers, and at that time, we will be able to compete with the Holy Sword Mountain."

When I heard this, I was immediately overjoyed. Competing with the Holy Sword Mountain, the bitterness lies in the absence of holy soldiers. If you get the three soul soldiers, you can find the three divine weapons of deception, earth splitting, and red sun, plus you have already cast and burned, you can completely compete with the Holy Sword Mountain.

There are seven holy soldiers in the Holy Sword Mountain: Yantian, Volley, Dark Cloud, Mixed Yuan, Dharma, Nine Heavens, Treading Clouds, and Wandering Souls. Among them, the Dark Cloud Illusion Suit and the Spirit Ring have been lost. There are only five Holy Soldiers.

"Hehehehe". Bixin Ziguang sneered for a while, laughing creepy, and his hair stood on end.

The three souls who laughed had goosebumps all over their blue light mixed bodies, and they were so itchy that they wanted to reach out and scratch hard. "Friend of the Heart, don't laugh, if you laugh like this, I can make you laugh crazy."

"Master, let me tell you ......." Bixin began to talk about the inside story of the current Holy Sword Mountain. In the small pavilion, an old saint with a crane-haired and childish face changed his face from time to time, smiling treacherously for a while, and smiling boldly for a while. No one knows what earth-shattering things these two instruments are talking about.

Ningcheng is not far from the small courtyard where Bixin Ziguang is located, in a teahouse that is more elegant and elegant. An old saint priest with crane hair ran back and forth to greet guests, it seems that there is no holy house in the teahouse to pick up guests, and the old saint of crane hair is all covered by himself. Inside the counter was a jade-like saint woman, bowing her head and indifferently making calculations. Its practical use is not an abacus, but just an abacus to fill the façade.

A white-haired old lady leaned in the Taishi's chair by the wall. Holding a crystal cup in one hand and sipping tea, his eyes closed as if he had fallen asleep. It seems that he is also a tea guest, and Dao is like an overseer. I watched the old saint of Hefa work, but he fell asleep inadvertently.

The old saint of the crane hair was busy, his eyes did not grow to meet the sages who came in and out, and his joy was already a slit. "Here it is—ten spars for tea."

Then he muttered something quietly. "My one".

"Come——, tea costs twenty crystals, the holy guest walks slowly, next time I come, I will give you a discount."

The crane-haired old saint greeted him. I haven't forgotten to whisper a sentence in my mouth. "My two hedrons".

A disgruntled old wave of consciousness entered the old sage's brain. "Old ghost, don't just think about the spars, the ugly saint took a rickety saint into that courtyard."

"Crazy woman, watch it yourself, the holy soldier does not appear, don't affect the money." The old saint replied. I no longer paid attention to the so-called crazy woman, and let the waves of divine consciousness be transmitted into the sea of consciousness in a directional manner, but I didn't reply a word. The white-haired old saint who was sitting by the wall in anger shouted loudly: "The old saint who runs errands, pour tea for grandma."

"Here, this holy grandmother, what kind of tea to pour." The crane-haired old saint floated over. Nodding his head, he asked with a smile on his face.

"Whatever". The white-haired old lady said.

"Alright, pour". After the old saint of the crane hair finished shouting. He whispered again, "One of my hedrons."

Dare to love this crane-haired old saint who does everything is a layer, not much, a spare.

"Old ghost. We don't need to look into the situation anymore." The old white lady said.

"Anything else, I scared the snake last time, but this time I'll let it go, and stop for a year or two. These people can't make any big waves." After saying that, the Crane Hair Saint went to make money again.

The white-haired old saint shook her head, the holy soldier she was looking for had not appeared, so she had to wait a little longer. The white-haired old saint woman released her divine consciousness again. Intentionally or unintentionally, he swept across the yard.

In the courtyard, Qing Leizi looked at Qing Fengzi. "Senior brother, where are you going to seal your divine sense."

"Go to a quiet place outside the city, you come with me and help me protect the Fa." Qingfengzi said thoughtfully.

"Isn't it safer to seal my house." Qing Leizi said.

"Your place is even more unsafe, let's go, I'll go first, and meet at my Xuemei Mountain"

Xuemei Mountain, located in the north of Ningcheng 500 miles, the mountain peak is steep, the mountain is upright. The winding mountain paths, the lush shade of ancient trees, and the green mountains are hidden in the mist, and the wind blows and the wind blows.

It is called Xuemei because the mountain is full of clouds and mist, and a thick white fog covers the mountain, like a white snow covering the top of the mountain. From time to time, a touch of deep floating like a woman's thin eyebrows is gently raised, and the charm and delicate posture complement each other to form an elegant light makeup.

Between the clouds and mist, a halo suddenly appeared, and Qing Fengzi appeared in the aura carrying a big holy bag. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the clouds. After a long time, the aura of the space flashed again, and the ugly and no longer ugly Qing Leizi appeared outside Xuemei Mountain.

Qing Leizi glanced at Xuemei Mountain, which was engulfed in the clouds and mist, and could not see the shadow of the mountain, and smiled. "Second Senior Brother is really good at finding a place, such a foggy mountain, he can also find it. When you enter this snowy mountain, let alone look at it, it is a problem to let go of all your divine sense, and to be able to see through dozens of zhang."

Qing Leizi wanted to think about it, but he still didn't dare to be embarrassed, and let go of his divine sense and scanned around Xuemei. Not only did he talk to himself. "This Xuemei Mountain, it's so strange. The surrounding mountains are all clouds and mist under the mountain, and the mountains are clear. And this Xuemei Mountain is the soul fog on the mountain, and the mountain is clear, is there a cold spring on the top of this mountaintop."

Whatever he has. Qing Leizi pointed towards Xuemei Mountain, and a transparent light mask buckled towards Xuemei Mountain. Qing Leizi took out a lock-like object from the holy bag. Throwing it at the light mask, countless golden lights immediately turned out on the light mask, and the piercing person's eyes couldn't be opened.

Qing Leizi played several magic decisions in succession, each of which was blue light like a line and electricity, hitting the lock. A soft shout of "lock". The lock flickered into the reticle.

The dazzling golden light disappeared in a flash, and the transparent mask disappeared without a trace. The entire scenery of Xuemei Mountain is inverted. Similar to the surrounding mountains. It becomes a mountain of green trees like shade, and the mountains are full of clouds and mist.

Qing Leizi laughed twice, plunged into the faint clouds and mist under the mountain, and the clear and tactful singing echoed in the light veil. "The clouds are fluttering, standing at the end of the dome, the fog is light, surrounded by mountains, I want to seek the truth, ask the clear sky, the clear sky returns to me, hidden in the fog."

"Pretending to be a ghost". A majestic voice came from within Xuemei Mountain.

"Second senior brother, don't affect my poetry, do your work well, it's too lenient, I'm a hermit in this mountain, I can guard the mountain for you, you should thank me." There was a sound of a kite chirping in the faint mist below the mountain.

"God again. It's like this all back." There was a helpless sigh in the snow mountain.

The sound of the mountain zither and the song surround again. The aftermath lingers, and the echo reverberates. "The trees are shady, the mountains are stacked, the flowers are fragrant, the grass is fragrant, I want to be hidden, ask the green mountains, the green mountains return to me, and live by the stream."

"Oops, my goodness". Xuemei sighed softly in the mountains again.

Delay the sound of searching. The gray and heavy mist was gently peeled away, this is a canyon blocked by wildflowers, on both sides are protruding rocks and cliffs, between the rock crevices, everywhere grow branches and curved crown trees, stretching more than ten zhang, thin branches, fine needles, densely covering the canyon.

The slopes of the canyon are full of flowers. The flowers have only one color - white, which covers the green of the canyon like snow.

There is a protruding stone in the sea of flowers, the stone is not flat, with high and low curves. On the curved stone sat a slender, dignified-looking saint.

A pair of eyes flashing with cold stars, curved eyebrows like lacquer, long hair flying, graceful demeanor, hair draped, without losing the elegance of the atmosphere.

At the priest's side was a black sack, which had been deflated.

"Senior Brother Qinglei, I want the sealing consciousness of the Holy Body, don't patronize singing, I don't know the way if I sell me." The saint said lightly.

"Senior Brother Qingfeng, don't worry, it's not once or twice that my junior brother has protected the Fa for you, and if you can pass my level, you won't be able to pass the 'Heavenly Gold Lock'."

Qing Fengzi, who was sitting quietly on the curved stone, smiled indifferently and no longer advised.

For thousands of years, Qingyunzi, Qingfengzi, Qingleizi, Qingyuzi, the four senior brothers and sisters have supported each other in refining weapons. Bi Xinzi repeatedly emphasized when teaching several holy arts and alchemy techniques that the magic he taught was contrary to the Holy Sword Mountain, and no saints were allowed to peep at him when he used it. When refining a weapon, there must be a Dharma protector. Therefore, the four disciples of Bixinzi did not have many Holy Sword Forges, but each of them was stronger than the other disciples of the same sect.

Qing Fengzi stretched his waist hard, and since he worshiped under the door of Master Bixinzi, he has become a rickets. The master must not know what the Tao is for, and always does not let the disciples walk around the sect with the true face of real people. The disciples of the mountain all called Bixin a remnant teacher. It means that all the disciples who are disabled are accepted.

The disciples of Yamauchi are very afraid of this remnant master, not only because of the realm of the remnant master and the talent of casting, but also because of his disabled disciples, the holy weapons cast one by one can be compared with the sword venerable, and in the holy weapon competition once every hundred years, the top ten are indispensable for four people. The disciples of the Holy Sword Mountain called the four people the "Four Green Remnants" of the Sword Mountain.

Don't underestimate this nickname of Jianshan, just like the "Three Saints" of Jianshan (Holy Gentleman, Holy Devil, and Holy Yuezi), it is not something that can be obtained by saying it. The Holy Sword Mountain has a special nickname, the Presbyterian Church. They are all composed of Sword Sect-level casters. The declaration is very lenient, and the requirements are: "To declare a caster disciple, as long as there are three cultivation-level holy weapons." But each one must be ranked within 10,000 of the Sacred Weapon Power List.

Don't underestimate the 10,000-digit Hallows. The Holy Sword Mountain has been inherited for millions of years. In this life alone, there have been seven holy soldiers and millions of holy weapons. can be ranked within 10,000, it is an earth-shattering holy weapon. That one is rarely circulated in the Holy Realm. Getting one can make the little saint famous in the sanctuary.

The strange thing is that the holy weapons within 10,000 are in the Holy Sword Mountain, and they only know their names, but they don't see their weapons. As long as it enters the 10,000 power list, this holy weapon will be missing. No one has ever seen this holy artifact again, but after 10,000 years, the holy artifact, the Holy Sword Mountain will also take it out and send it to the canonical shop for auction. There are only a few artifacts that flow to the Holy Realm every year.

It can be seen that the four disciples of Qingyunzi can get the nickname of "Four Green Remnants" in Jianshan, and at least three of the four saints have entered the 10,000 power list.

For millions of years, there have only been 672 Jianshan who have received the nickname, and the disciples of Jianshan who have received the nickname will all set up a holy name monument in the Xiongying Temple. Every disciple entering and leaving the customs must go to worship. (To be continued......)