On Qingyun Mountain and Tongtian Peak, there is a busy scene everywhere.
In just two years, Qingyun Sect will have a once-in-a-lifetime event, and then the heads, elders, and disciples of each sect may come to watch.
In order to avoid losing face and losing the face of the leader of the righteous path, it is natural to make all kinds of preparations, including cleaning the dirt, exterior decoration, formation layout, disciple safety, landscape, etc.
Daoxuan personally gave the order. On the day of the conference on the Tongtian Peak, the guests should not only feel the strength, foundation and splendor of the Qingyun Sect's largest sect of immortality, but also let them feel the inaction and immortal wind of the Qingyun Sect.
, upright, elegant.
After saying this, all the disciples were almost bald.
After giving instructions to his disciples, Daoxuan shook his head and laughed, then slowly stepped into the back mountain.
That's what his master told him and senior brother Wan Jianyi back then. It's a pity that the mountain is still there, the trees are still there, and the wind is still there, but people can no longer see it.
Near the back mountain, it is even more secluded, with not even a single person in sight.
When the sun shines on the quiet woods in the back mountain, Daoxuan is already walking on the quiet mountain forest road. This is not the first time he has come to the back mountain of Tongtian Peak. He has been here several times before and after, and he is already familiar with the nearby terrain.
Just looking at his expression, there was no trace of caution or anxiety at all. He still had the calm smile he had always had on his face as he walked slowly.
The mountain road is rugged, with ancient trees on both sides. From time to time, the sound of birdsong can be heard from deep in the forest. Daoxuan's eyes turned from the forest to the ground and then to the front. The winding ancient road showed how many past events had happened on it.
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The mountains and forests are quiet, the wind is blowing, and it seems that there is no trace of the tackiness of the world.
The familiar three-way intersection in his memory slowly appeared in front of his eyes. Daoxuan stopped at the intersection and looked to the right unexpectedly.
Behind the layers of dense forest, a corner of the majestic ancestor's ancestral hall was faintly revealed through the gaps between the dense branches and leaves. He smiled slightly, turned around and stepped onto the path.
The intersection was not far from the ancestor's ancestral hall, and soon the solemn hall gradually emerged. However, Daoxuan did not walk to the open space, but stood quietly behind a large tree with lush leaves beside the mountain road, facing in that direction.
Look away.
The hall was still so dark, and the stone steps and open space in front of the door were still covered with dead leaves, just like countless days in the past.
After a while, an old figure with white hair and beard walked out of the hall. He glanced at the fallen leaves everywhere, with a slight smile on his face. He raised his hands and stretched, taking a deep breath and taking a deep breath.
The sweet air then began to quietly sweep the fallen leaves on the ground.
The broom was flying, and the fallen leaves were swept aside bit by bit. Sometimes some were blown up by the wind like a disobedient child. They stubbornly wanted to go back to their original place, but he swept them back again with a smile.
The wind blows through the mountains and forests, and waves of waves rise.
In the distance, behind the big tree, Daoxuan stood silently for a while, then turned and left.
Soon, he came to the three-way intersection again. This time, he looked in the direction of Huanyue Cave, and without any hesitation, he walked through the forbidden area for all disciples and walked slowly.
Huanyue Cave Mansion.
The appearance of this cave is no different from other ordinary stone wall caves in the world.
The only slight difference between the rough stones and the hard ground is that the ground in front of the cave gate has been trampled smooth over the years, showing the past wind and frost here.
From that small stone gate, the Qingyun Sect's genius Qingye Taoist once walked out. Countless figures who have dominated the past years left their footprints here. This Huanyue Cave Mansion is actually the Qingyun Sect.
Witnesses of the rise and fall of honor and disgrace over thousands of years.
Daoxuan smiled and walked in, as if he were home, without any hesitation or hesitation.
The sunlight outside the cave is blocked by the stone wall and cannot shine inside the cave. The cave looks very cool. In the flat stone wall, there is a slate Tai Chi pattern inlaid. This is the only thing in this cave that can be related to Qingyun Gate.
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Dao Xuan placed his hand on the Tai Chi pattern, and a faint green light flashed. The breath of Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao flowed through the meridians of his body. The Tai Chi diagram also lit up with cyan light. At the same time, the Tai Chi pattern began to rotate.
On the right side of the Tai Chi pattern, a ring-shaped crack suddenly appeared in the originally intact stone wall, and then slowly rotated to the side, revealing a secret hole and the strange white mist door that rotated like water waves.
Daoxuan quietly stared at the seemingly unfathomable swirling water waves.
Inside this door is the Qingyun Sect's unparalleled artifact that has been used to suppress luck for thousands of years: the Ancient Sword of Zhuxian.
The Qingyun Conference will be held in two years, and the Ghost King Sect will even be invited to watch the ceremony. In order to prevent accidents, with his always steady temperament, of course he came to confirm whether there is any problem with the Zhuxian Sword Formation.
If there is any problem with the formation, there will be at least two years to repair it.
However, because the evil energy accumulated by Qingyun's Seven Meridians for tens of millions of years has gathered in this cave, it is very unbearable for people. Among them, the evil energy gathered at the door, forming a "Path of the Phantom Moon".
The first time he entered it, he was attracted by the mysterious power contained in it and almost fell into a place of eternal destruction. But in the end, he also got a blessing in disguise and entered the highest realm of Qingyun Sect practice: the realm of Taiqing.
But now facing it again, there seems to be a faint suction force in the depths of the deep water waves, giving people the illusion of falling into it.
Daoxuan took a deep breath, no longer hesitated, took steps and walked in.
A sense of coolness rushed towards him, as if he had indeed stepped into a world of deep water. Just a moment later, Daoxuan found that he was again like last time, surrounded by a world of emptiness and emptiness.
A darkness, boundless, no light, no end...
After only taking a few steps, the death-like silence was suddenly broken. There was a "boom" and a burst of hot air rushed towards me.
Daoxuan could even clearly feel as if he had walked into a sea of fire. The skin and flesh all over his body were being burned by the sudden flames. Severe pain surged from every corner of his body. It seemed that his entire body was about to collapse. Destroyed in the fierce sea of fire.
The muscles on his face were even slightly distorted by the severe pain, but the corners of his mouth still maintained a faint smile.
Without hesitation, I moved forward step by step, slowly but continuously.
For the eternal foundation of Qingyun Sect, for the sacrifices made by his senior brother and master for the common people, and for his own dream, he is fearless!
The sound of the flames burning became louder and louder, and even the air around the body seemed to be filled with a terrifying burning smell. The pain in the body continued to increase, and every step seemed to be endured thousands of times more pain. .
However, Daoxuan's footsteps still did not stop, walking forward slowly but firmly.
I don't know when, this violent sea of flames slowly faded away.
In the silence, suddenly, a crisp sound of water droplets falling sounded in his ears. The cold water droplets came from nowhere, fell from nothingness, and landed on his face.
Bitingly cold.
In a moment, without any warning at all, a loud rumble came from the front, overwhelming as if it was omnipresent. The biting cold wind tore his body apart in an instant, and the pain that was ten times more severe than the flames that burned his body once again emerged from his body. It comes from every corner of the body.
One step after another, never stopping, just like life, moving forward slowly and ultimately unable to look back.
The tide receded slowly, and the deafening and terrifying sound disappeared. Silence returned to his side again. In a void, it seemed that only his footsteps echoed.
Go alone, alone!
[Doxuan!]
Suddenly, a voice called out from behind him. In an instant, the Taoist's body was shaken as if he had been struck by lightning.
This is Master’s voice!
Endless, the sounds were layer upon layer, wave after wave, calling and shouting behind him, and the past of his life was like smoke, and scenes flashed before his eyes.
No, the master was possessed by the devil back then, and he was not wrong! If he didn’t kill the master, he would lead the Qingyun Sect into the devil’s path of destruction!
If the master is immortal, and he won't die in the hands of Wan Jianyi, how can he be the leader? If senior brother Wan Jianyi is allowed to be the leader, to what extent will Qingyun Sect be brought to him with his wanton and unrestrained temperament?
You are the most suitable one!
After a long time, Daoxuan smiled softly, feeling relieved.
Then, he continued to walk forward, leaving all the sounds behind him, letting the sound scream, and then gradually subsided in the sharp sound.
The darkness finally disappeared. What was in front of us was not a cave hidden deep in the mountain as imagined by ordinary people. It was an ancient, desolate and strange place.
A huge and endless desolate Gobi lay before us. There were no trees, flowers or grass, only dark gray rocks and sand. The strong wind blew across the Gobi, bringing with it a shrieking sound.
Above the head, there is a strange sky. Thick dark purple clouds press the world as if it is breathless. In the clouds, huge white lightnings are constantly falling from the sky and rushing across the sky.
The farthest horizon in the distance is a dark green halo. It is particularly bright there, like there is a bright light at the end of darkness. There are also countless meteors passing across the sky, emitting blazing and dazzling light, turning into stars in the sky.
Make brilliant and spectacular star speech.
Turn the world into mesons!
After a while, Daoxuan slowly withdrew his gaze, and his mood gradually calmed down. Every time he entered this place, he would only sigh with emotion at the power and magical powers of the ancient gods.
Looking forward, on the desolate Gobi, not far away, there is an altar, with a dark gray boulder as a seat, with steps on all sides, seven floors up and down. There are seven huge pillars on the altar, divided into seven colors, each
It is dozens of feet high and requires three people to surround it. Ordinary people standing on this altar will look as small as ants.
In the center of the altar sits an ancient tripod with a crude form.
"Haha~" Daoxuan smiled happily.
Under the ancient cauldron is the ancient sword of killing immortals that everyone in the world thinks about day and night. With this sword, he can suppress all objections.
Did he get the position of leader through calculation? Yes! But he has never regretted it!
Absolute invincible power, this is the desire of all men in the world!
It took a long time for Master Daoxuan's laughter to slowly stop. His face looked very tired, but the strange light in his eyes had begun to become sharp and bright.
With that sword, he is truly the best in the world!
"Boom" suddenly, there was a loud noise, and Daoxuan slapped the ancient tripod aside with a palm.
Then, the leader of the Righteous Path, the leader of the largest sect, looked towards Shitai with some pride.
It had been more than ten years since the last time he came here, but he still clearly remembered the appearance of the magic weapon. It looked like stone but not stone, like jade but not jade. Its form was crude but had a majestic look.
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The smile on Daoxuan's face gradually disappeared, and wisps of panic hung on his cheeks. Because there was nothing in the depression of the stone platform under the cauldron.
"Where's my sword?"
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"Impossible, impossible, how is it possible!"
At the entrance of Huanyue Cave, Daoxuan appeared. But his whole person no longer had the immortal spirit and Daoist spirit he once had. Instead, he was just crazy, panicked, and confused.
For more than a thousand years, this ancient sword of killing immortals has been placed here without incident, but now it is missing?
Is he, Daoxuan, a sinner of Qingyun Sect?
"It doesn't make sense!" Daoxuan was puzzled.
Without the magic power of at least the Shangqing realm and the unique decryption method of the leader's lineage, even the Great Luo Immortal would not be able to enter the cave.
Moreover, the Ancient Sword of Zhuxian is connected with the evil energy formed over tens of millions of years in the Qingyun Mountains, and has even become one. Who can take away the Ancient Sword without any alarm?
According to the records in the classics, even an immortal cannot resist such an explosion of evil spirit, right?
How come it disappeared? Is this reasonable?
Suddenly, an old voice came from the path in the direction of the ancestor's ancestral hall, from the white mist floating gently in that direction. With an indescribable weariness of vicissitudes of life, an old man's voice said: "Junior brother, this is what we are going to do." Where to go?”
Daoxuan was shaken, turned around and saw the mist drifting away on the path, and a rickety figure slowly walked out.
He was slightly bent over, as if the years had made him breathless, and wrinkles like knife carvings lay across his face, as if telling the wasted years. Even the broom in his hand seemed to be suffocating at the moment. , also as dilapidated as its owner.
However, the old man walked slowly until he was six feet in front of Daoxuan, facing directly the head of Qingyun Sect, one of the most powerful people in the world. When this slightly tired old man slowly raised his head, he Astonishingly, there was a pair of clear and sharp eyes, focused forward.
"It's chilly in the morning and the tired birds haven't risen yet. Would you like to have a bowl of hot tea with me, Senior Brother?"
In the morning, the cool wind on Qingyun Mountain blew gently, turning the mist on the mountain slowly, like a veil floating in the dense forest. At the three-way intersection outside the ancestor's ancestral hall, Daoxuan and the old man stood opposite each other. Confronted in a delicate atmosphere.
After a moment of silence, Daoxuan let out a long sigh: "Okay!"
Although the sword is gone, but the person is still there, then there is still hope!
