In the land of Eastern Xinjiang, the storm is rising again.
What happened in the secret realm finally spread throughout Eastern Xinjiang through the mouths of interested people.
The young master of the Ancient Hunyuan Sect gathered a crowd to cause trouble and hunted down the Holy Son Ling Tian in the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords. The sect master personally reported that Ye Xun'er was thousands of miles away, but his brother Ling Xiao rushed to rescue him and killed him.
Qiu Yi, the young master of the Ancient Puppet, was ruthless and ruthless, killing Saint Taixu. When he attacked Su Yan, the descendant of the Yun League, he was beheaded by Ling Xiao, the descendant of the Ling clan, in public.
Xia Chen, the holy son of Yuanyue, was a vicious man. He not only raped Saint Yinfan, but also killed Nian Qingyun, the goddess of Taoist palace.
In the end, Ling Xiao avenged his wife and killed her with the sword.
All kinds of news convey a message.
The descendants of the Holy Son of the major supreme orthodoxy in Eastern Xinjiang are mostly hypocritical and insidious villains with human faces and animal hearts.
Only Ling Xiao, the descendant of the Ling clan, is upright and has a righteous mind, and is a model of righteousness!!
In the vast sky, a nine-dragon golden chariot passed by, heading straight for the Ling clan.
At the same time, in Piaomiao Dao Palace, Yin Brahma Holy Land, Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land, Yuanyue Holy Land, and the Ancient Puppet Sect, countless tyrannical auras suddenly came out of the caves and headed towards all parts of Eastern Xinjiang.
A rain of blood is about to fall.
The Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords, before the Sword Road.
Ye Xun'er looked at the handsome young man with white hair in front of him, with a hint of bitterness on his face.
"Junior brother...have you really decided?"
"Xun'er, I don't want to lose you again. Besides, my brother is right. There are countless setbacks in this world. Only strength can crush evil."
Ling Tian stretched out his hand and caressed Ye Xun'er's pretty face, "Besides, my brother is... burdened with too much now. Since I have obtained the Danhai, I should... practice hard. One day, I will stand side by side with him in this world.
Top."
"But... you can just practice in the cave, why should you go to the peak of the sword path?"
Tears were already visible in Ye Xun'er's eyes.
For some reason, since returning from the secret realm, she felt that... Ling Tian had changed.
He became gentler and brighter, and there were more smiles on his face.
Even a lot of the time, he was always alone, silently dazed and giggling.
But...Ye Xun'er felt that his smile was not for her.
It was as if there was another figure deep in his heart who was more worthy of his protection, awe, and... love.
Inexplicably, Ye Xun'er felt a little uneasy.
Although, she believed that she was the only woman in Ling Tian, and she had witnessed the deep affection and lack of regret in his eyes.
It’s so inexplicable…
It seems she's not the only one.
Could it be the evil thoughts in the ancient sword of Zhu Xian?
"The peak of the sword path is full of immortality and unparalleled pressure. Only in this place can I calm down and understand the mystery of the immortal technique."
Ling Tian shook his head, but couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart.
He loves Ye Xun'er, but this kind of love is small, selfish, and not worth mentioning.
Compared with my brother's great love, what is this?
My brother bore the evil thoughts for me, the sins of the entire Ling clan, and even the blood debt for my mother's clan.
Why don't I try my best?
Brother, don't worry.
When I understand the nine immortal techniques, I will stand next to you. This world will be controlled by you and me, brothers!
Anyone who blocks you, humiliates you, or hates you.
I will... kill whoever!
Even if I kill the whole world and become a demon, I will not regret it.
As long as you... can be happy!
"But...junior brother, you are now at the top of Eastern Xinjiang. Apart from Ling Xiao...brother, who else is your opponent in the entire Eastern Xinjiang now?"
Ye Xun'er hugged Ling Tian's arm. She didn't know how long the young man would stay in seclusion after leaving.
She only knew that if she didn't see him for a day now, it would be the coldest season of autumn.
"Xun'er, this journey to immortality is eternal. We... still have a lot of time. But now, I still have a way to keep and a way to walk. If you love me, you won't stop me. When you leave me, you will be free from the fetters in your heart.
Now that I have the sword, why not travel with you through the mountains and rivers?"
Ling Tian smiled gently, his white hair being blown by the wind, making him look a little desolate.
For a moment, Ye Xun'er suddenly realized that the current Ling Tian... was somewhat similar to Ling Xiao.
In the past, she always hoped that this timid little junior brother would be as upright and domineering as his elder brother.
But when this day finally came, why did she... miss the peace of the past?
so…
People are probably contradictory and greedy.
It's just that there are not so many satisfactions in this world.
Everyone has his own sufferings and his own attachments.
"Junior brother!! How could I stop you...I'm just worried..."
"Xun'er, the day I come down from the mountain will be the time to kill the enemy, so... you have to work hard too."
Ling Tian stretched out his hand and rubbed Ye Xun'er's black hair, with a gentle and calm smile on the corner of his mouth.
Then, he turned around and walked towards the top of the mountain without hesitation.
so similar…
Tears fell from Ye Xun'er's eyes.
Even his expression is almost the same as Mr. Ling Xiao's.
On the sword path, there is a wind-obsessed eye.
The sound of the Tao is resounding and continues for thousands of miles.
Only this time, the young man in Tsing Yi didn't encounter any obstruction.
Step by step, we walked calmly towards the top of the mountain.
The wind blew up the green shirt and messed up the white hair.
He seemed completely unaware.
One step at a time, determined and without regrets.
My way is the way of killing.
The person you kill is the person who deserves to be killed, and the person you protect is your beloved blood relative.
Even if I am a sword demon in this life, I want this world to surrender under my feet.
"boom!"
The overwhelming sword power is unparalleled, and there are shadows of immortals standing in the distance.
Finally, the boy disappeared into the sky.
Only that snow-white hair, like a demonic obsession, enters the eyes, is unforgettable, deeply engraved in the soul, and ecstasy.
"Junior brother!! Don't worry, no matter how difficult the path you choose, I will always stand behind you!!"
Ye Xun'er pursed her red lips tightly, held her jade hands lightly, and finally turned around and headed in the opposite direction.
From today on, the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords will be completely silent.
No more cheers, no more figures hugging each other on the mountain road.
There is only a sword path, and the figure sitting cross-legged is like a rock, eternal and vicissitudes of life.
One day, when monsters come out of various parts of the Holy State, ancient mountains, great rivers, and secret realms, it will be...the time when the Holy Religion is destroyed!
What?
My brother is a peerless swordsman? My pet is the Nine Heavenly Dragon? My sister is the Lord of the Holy Land? My lover is the reincarnation of an immortal? Am I awesome?
Does the whole Holy State know about it? But I don’t know about it?
Is it possible?
I just want to show off.
"Why."
Lord Wanjian sighed softly, and beside him, Great Elder Jian Nan also had a complicated look in his eyes.
"Should they be happy? The two of them...seem to have a chance at Enlightenment Mountain?"
"Yes! Focusing on the sword is the motto of my Holy Land ancestors. But why do you feel... a little sad?"
"That's all, Hunyuan Ancient Sect, huh, dare to kill my holy son and kill my own successor. Can you... endure this hatred?"
"Of course I can't help it, but...we still have to...wait for a gust of wind."
"You mean..."
"The Ling clan! They will surely aspire to be the top of Eastern Xinjiang."
At the same time, the central territory of the Holy State.
Bai Ling stood in an ancient palace with an aggrieved look.
Above, there is a figure of an old man in blood-clothed clothes sitting quietly cross-legged.
His face seemed to be shrouded in blood, and his appearance could not be seen clearly, but the aura exuding from his body was terrifying.
"So, you went to Dongjiang, Mount Wudao?"
The old man's voice was a little hoarse, and there was no hint of happiness or sadness in his tone.
It's just faint, giving people an extremely depressing feeling.
"Master, don't you always say that you want us to have more experience? The top geniuses in the entire Eastern Xinjiang are gathered on Wudao Mountain. I just want to see...what abilities they have."
Bai Ling had a trace of grievance on her face and retorted with a pouted mouth.
"Oh? Then what did you gain?"
"Hmph! They are just a bunch of sanctimonious hypocrites. Master, if nothing happens, I will go practice."
After saying this, Bai Ling turned around and wanted to leave.
But at this moment, the old man in blood-clothed clothes suddenly stretched out his hand, turned into a blood chain out of thin air, and bound her whole body in front of him. There was a strange blood light in his old eyes.
Bai Ling felt like there was a roar in his mind, and he suddenly lost consciousness.