"Everyone wants to live forever. When the day when it is really immortal, it is probably just watching the people around you die one by one, and finally stay alone and have no worries..."

On the edge of a cliff full of camellia, a 16 or 17-year-old boy in white stood, facing the cold wind blowing from the mountain, his clothes roaring, and his lonely back seemed out of place with the world.

It was dusk again, and the wind was blowing and the sunset was infinitely beautiful. Unfortunately, mortals could not fly on their swords like immortals, and could not see the most beautiful scenery in the world. The boy walked two steps forward, and a few gravels rolled into the bottomless abyss along the camellia under his feet, without even a trace of echo.

He sighed softly, and finally let the step he had not taken was taken back. It was not that he had jumped down, but unfortunately he did not die that time, and his internal organs were broken, but he was cured inexplicably seven days later, and he couldn't die even if he wanted to die.

"Chen'er..."

At this moment, a middle-aged man's voice sounded from behind. The boy turned around and saw that a middle-aged man stood in the pavilion behind him at some point.

The middle-aged man's temples were frosted and his face was very tired. It was because he was exhausted recently. The boy walked over slowly. Seeing that the other person's face was very haggard, he asked softly: "Father, have you been begging them again..."

Middle-aged sighed, his voice a little bitter: "Chen'er, I'm sorry, my father is incompetent and can't protect you..." At the end of the day, he just couldn't sigh.

The boy's face gradually paled, he smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay..."

Both father and son were silent and stopped talking. The sunset gradually lengthened the shadow behind them, as if there was no end.

The young man was named Xiao Chen, the fourth young master of the Xiao family in Yunzhongcheng. However, in his body, there was another memory. It was a long time ago, and it was so long that it took thousands of years to plan.

At that time, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was still very abundant, and everyone could condense their true energy and fly with swords. He was a disciple of the Xuanqing Sect, known as the leader of the immortal Taoism, and was also the only disciple of the fairy Miaoyin Ling Yin. He was extremely talented since childhood. When many people were unable to understand the Killing Realm, he reached a state that those people could not reach in their lifetime - the Nascent Soul Realm.

According to this trajectory, he should have entered the Mahayana step by step, and then passed the tribulation and became an immortal, able to break life and death, and become an immortal king in the land.

However, a sudden accident turned all this into a dream bubble. He was framed for colluding with the Demonic Dao and killing his fellow senior brother. He was eventually found guilty and his Nascent Soul was destroyed.

At that time, only one person was willing to believe him and was willing to protect him from the most ruthless thing in the world. That person was his master Ling Yin. On the day of his execution, Ling Yin used his supreme magic power to deceive the gods and Buddhas of the heavens and sealed his soul in the ancient magic weapon Jade.

When he woke up again, he became a crying baby in his cradle. When he found that thousands of years had passed, when he found that the world had changed, he searched through all the historical records and ancient documents that he could read, but could no longer find any traces of that year.

Everything that happened back then was recorded without a word, as if it had completely disappeared from a certain point in time. Those immortal kings and demon kings, who were known as immortals and demons, and those once thrilling battles between immortals and demons, have now become myths and legends mentioned by storytellers.

After his reincarnation for a lifetime, his fortune has declined by half. As the saying goes, everyone has his own fortune. If he is lucky, he will be born in an imperial family, and his fortune will decline, and he will become a beggar on the street.

So who would have thought that he, who was a genius in his previous life, would have become a natural vein in this life. Not to mention the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, even the internal strength of a warrior could not be condensed, and he was even worse than ordinary people.

"Chen'er, do you have any plans in the future?" After a long silence, Xiao Yifan finally spoke softly.

"I..." Xiao Chen, who was trapped in endless memories, was awakened, but he didn't know how to continue talking.

The Xiao family is a thousand-year-old martial arts family. Everyone in the clan can practice martial arts. However, if they cannot reach the first level of heaven after the age of 16, they will be moved out of the clan. This is the clan rule and cannot be changed.

So over the years, Xiao Chen has lived like a joke. Although he is called the Young Master of the Xiao family, in fact, even some servants who swept the floor can show off their power in front of him.

Xiao Yifan sighed: "Those old guys rely on their grandfather's cousins. Now they have the final say in the Xiao family. For their father, they can only beg your grandfather. Next year, they try not to distribute you to the barbarian land outside the Jiuzhou."

Xiao Chen turned around and said nothing, but just looked at the opposite cliff quietly. There were clear springs gushing out of both cliffs, water mist rose in the middle, and sunlight reflected on it, presenting a series of gorgeous rainbows.

Therefore, this place also has a beautiful name called Hongqiao, Hongqiao, where immortals live. How can mortals climb up unless one day they break the clouds and turn into immortals.

But even in the previous life, it was difficult for mortals to become immortals. They not only needed abundant spiritual energy from heaven and earth, but also excellent talent. However, in this life, both of them have been lost.

"Everyone in the world wants to become an immortal, how can everyone get what they want? It's like this rainbow bridge, after all, it's out of reach..." Xiao Chen sighed lightly and turned around and wanted to leave.

Just as he raised his footsteps, a thunder sound came from behind, shaking the entire rainbow pavilion. Both father and son were shocked. It was early spring in March, and it was said that the thunder should not be so strong.

Xiao Chen turned around and suddenly felt a dazzling light. A thousand-foot-thousand-foot-thick white light suddenly rose in the sky to the west, almost covering up the afterglow of the sunset.

Then, the sky was filled with green light and the clouds were surging. Xiao Yifan murmured: "What's going on? Why is the weather so weird today..."

But I saw golden lights in the distance, lightning and thunder, and the clouds surging continuously. Two rays of light, one green and one white, were rushing through extremely fast, sometimes separated and sometimes colliding together. Every time I hit, it seemed like I was going to tear the sky and the earth.

Xiao Chen's heart was filled with storms. It was not a strange weather. If he guessed correctly, they were two cultivators who fought in the air!

But why? The spiritual energy in this world has disappeared, and even one cannot feel the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, why are there still people who can practice to the realm of fighting in the air? Has the spiritual energy in this world not disappeared?

The two rays of light were getting closer and closer, coming straight towards the steep ridge of the Xiao family. The sky was shining brightly, accompanied by the thunder sound. At this moment, it seemed that even the entire mountain was trembling, alarming countless disciples who were practicing martial arts in the Xiao family.

Xiao Chen finally woke up. He had experienced countless battles of immortals and demons in his previous life. No one knew better than him the horror of the fighting between the two cultivators. Under the aftermath of magic power, anything would be crushed to pieces. Even if the martial arts reached the tenth level of heaven, he would die as soon as he touched it, and both body and spirit would be destroyed!

"Father! Get out of here!"

However, it was too late, and a wave of sword energy fell mercilessly. Xiao Chen jumped up and threw his father away. Then there was a loud bang behind him. The cliff was shattered and the camellia everywhere turned into ashes in an instant.

Even though it was seven or eight feet apart, Xiao Chen was still shocked and his blood was surging, and his ears were tinnitus and dizzy. At this time, the children of the Xiao family rushed to the sky. Looking up, they saw that two rays of light in the sky were sometimes separated, sometimes colliding together, and burst out with a majestic momentum of destroying the world.

Some people were so scared that their faces were pale and sat directly on the ground. They had never seen such a strange scene in their entire lives.

Some smart teenagers thought of something. At this moment, they forgot that they had ridiculed Xiao Chen before, and they all looked at Xiao Chen: "Hey! Immortal Chen! This is not the immortal fighting method you have said before!"

Two rays of light were getting closer and closer, and a loud bang. A mountain not far away was flattened directly, and gravels all over the sky hit Hongting.

More than a dozen elders who were rushing to the sky immediately condensed their internal strength, raised their palms to resist the gravel falling from the air, and shouted: "Get out of here quickly!"

When the disciples heard the sound, their lives were important. Except for some brave ones, they all ran away. However, some unlucky ones were directly hit by the flying gravel and vomited blood and flew backwards.

At this time, two figures appeared in the sky. Both of them stood with swords, and the sea of ​​clouds rolled with them. One of them had white hair and beards, wearing a green robe, holding a whisk in his hand, as if an immortal descended to earth.

Another man was fluttering in white clothes, holding a white fairy sword in his hand, standing in the sky, his eyes like lightning, like a mysterious woman in the Nine Heavens.

All the disciples of the Xiao family were shocked. Oh my God, there are really people in this world who have practiced to become immortals! It turns out that there are really gods in this world! For them, flying with swords and waving their hands, the mountains and mountains are broken and moving. What is that ability that gods have?

Although many people have heard of scholars talking about the style of immortals, they still show a look of yearning when they witnessed it with their own eyes. They practice martial arts all their lives, and what is the use of martial arts even if they reach the realm of transformation? Can they control swords between heaven and earth? Can they block the sword energy of the immortals?

Some people ran up to Hongting carefully, and Xiao Chen shouted: "Go back! Don't come up!"

Xiao Yifan was already stunned and murmured, "Chen'er, what's going on?" At this moment, he also forgot his identity, but remembered that Xiao Chen always said to cultivate immortals and other things in the past.

Suddenly, the storm changed drastically, and the two of them fought again in the sky. The golden light was brilliant and dazzling. The sword energy in the air was stirred up. Four or five hills were directly flattened, and the plants and trees turned into ashes in an instant.

Because of the closeness this time, many disciples of the Xiao family were pushed away by the sudden gust of wind, and everyone realized that something was wrong. If these two people approached the Xiao family, they were afraid that the thousand-year-old ancient martial arts family would be destroyed.

An elder with a red robe looked horrified. He plucked up the courage to shout to the sky: "Two immortals, please pity us mortals, don't be here..." Before he could finish his words, a sword energy came mercilessly and directly lifted him away.

In the eyes of immortals, mortals are like ants. How could the two people in the sky hear this cry?

Xiao Yifan finally came to his senses, pulled Xiao Chen and wanted to leave this dangerous place, but Xiao Chen suddenly broke away from him.

"Father, you go first."

Xiao Chen turned around and looked at the sky, with a blazing light revealing his eyes, flying with his sword and controlling the power of heaven and earth. All of these are the immortal magic he was once familiar with.

He should not sink any longer. He wants to ask why all this is! Why can you condense your true energy and cultivate to the realm of flying with swords. You are familiar with the most mellow practice techniques, but you can't feel the spiritual energy in this world at all!

In the eyes of mortals, these two people may be immortals, but he knows very well that these two people are currently only in the realm of elixir formation and are not even in the realm of the Nascent Soul.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and rushed towards the higher mountain.

Xiao Yifan was shocked: "Chen'er! Come back!" With a move, he immediately used his light skills to chase after him. Unexpectedly, a wave of sword energy fell and blocked him back.

Xiao Chen turned around and said, "Father, you go back first! I want to go up!"

"No! You will die!" Xiao Yifan couldn't see his yearning for cultivating immortals, but how could a mortal be able to cultivate immortals?

Xiao Chen smiled and said, "No, I won't die." After that, he rushed up the mountain at a faster speed.

He didn't know whether he would die. He only knew that if he missed this time, there would be no chance again. He didn't want to be expelled from the family, and he didn't want his father to be unable to raise his head from now on.
Chapter completed!