Ziyuntai, the "immortal platform" for new disciples of the Three Saints Sect.
The Three Saints Sect recruits disciples every three years, and there are countless rules and regulations. It can be said that it is extremely difficult to become a disciple of the Three Saints Sect. Everyone who can climb Ziyuntai is a proud man of heaven.
At this moment, on the stage, two young men who were only seven or eight years old were fighting fiercely.
The young man in red robe is holding a Hongyan spear that is two heads higher than himself. The tip of the spear is golden and very extraordinary. Opposite is a young man in blue robe, holding a long knife and his face is pale. When the young man in red robe is anxious,
Under the offensive of rain of guns, they have obviously fallen behind.
"Senior Brother Xiang Wei is still very good. Is this marksmanship passed down from family?"
Outside Ziyun Terrace, a young girl in smart clothes exclaimed, with unconcealable admiration in her voice.
"That's right, the "Hong Yan Spear Technique" is the unique skill of the Xiang family, but I didn't expect that Junior Brother Xiang Wei would be able to use the "Hong Yan Attack and Kill" technique at such a young age. It seems that this entry-level trial will be his first.
Got it!"
"I saw it in the previous entrance test. Senior Brother Xiang's fire spirit body with heavenly spiritual roots is the most talented among our entry-level disciples, and his marksmanship is even better. It seems that he is likely to be the first to become the Three Saints Sect in the future.
A true disciple!"
A chubby boy of twelve or thirteen years old said this with envy on his face.
"Hmph, so what, having strong talent does not mean that you will be able to practice faster in the future. Although I, Li Er, am only a second-class spiritual root, it's hard to say who will advance to foundation building first..."
Next to the fat man, the tall and thin boy bit his lip, looking very unconvinced...
The result of the competition was no surprise. The young man in red robe raised his little face and stood proudly on the purple cloud platform. The spear in his hand was thrust into the sky. The red robe hunted and the white snow fell, as if covered with a dazzling brilliance.
"Xiang Wei! Ranked first in the talent test for entry-level disciples, and also ranked first in the martial arts test. Ancestor Yun Xie, the leader of the Three Saints Sect, passed down a decree and personally accepted him as an entry-level disciple!"
The announcement caused an uproar among the new disciples, who looked at the true emperor's pride on Ziyun Platform with envy on their faces.
Xiang Wei had a smile on his face, and as a seven or eight-year-old boy, he already had the demeanor of a great master.
The solitary mountain, the long pavilion, the green pines on the cliff... everything is submerged in the silver-covered world.
This is the first meeting between the two of them: the man is in the pavilion, wearing a purple robe, as calm as a mountain, his hazy face cannot be seen clearly, and his breath is so deep that it makes people look up; the young man is outside the pavilion, his red robe is like fire.
, unparalleled in arrogance, with a small face full of hope, a golden spear, brave and fearless, and an astonishing grace.
When the young man knelt down to worship his master with joy, imagining what would happen next, what he received was a hot thrust from the purple-robed shadow.
The palm wind. The palm wind was so cold that it not only sent the young man flying ten feet away, but also shot away the young man's arrogance and the admiration in his heart. At the same time, it also planted a trace of fear in the young man's heart.
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Fifteen years later, the boy became a young man.
On Ziyuntai, the young man who had reached the middle stage of foundation building won the first place in the inner gate test as always. His red robe was shining brightly, his spear was cold, but his face no longer had the arrogance of ten years ago, and became calm and restrained.
When they met for the second time, the flaming maple leaves replaced the white snow in the sky, and the thick leaves covered the top of the mountain. Looking at the young man in front of him who was extremely charming but looked down upon him, the purple-robed shadow frowned slightly.
"Your state of mind is still lacking!"
Today, eighty years later, a young man in the foundation-building realm has become a middle-aged man at the peak of his golden elixir.
The third meeting was still inside and outside the pavilion.
"When we first met, do you know why I hit you?"
The purple-robed shadow slowly spoke.
"When I was young, I relied on my talent to be arrogant and arrogant. I always strived to be the first. If it weren't for the master's palm, Xiang Wei would still be struggling in the realm of Qi refining..."
Xiang Wei spoke slowly, and the robe he wore was changed to brown, which was simple and deep.
"I regret it a little now. Although that slap woke you up, it also planted a seed of fear in your heart. When facing the master, you will always have unconfidence... That's all, the past is the reason for the present.
Guo. Elder Zhao is gathering people at the door to capture the demon. You can go with them. When you cross the state of mind, you will naturally have a baby!"
The shadow of my childhood remains with me to this day. Even though I have now reached the realm of golden elixir, I still cannot overcome the hurdle in my heart.
At this moment, Xiang Wei seemed to have returned to the age of seven or eight years old: outside the pavilion, the heavy snowfall had completely crushed the young man, and the ice on it was not as cold as the chill in his heart. Thinking of the palm just now, a touch of fear filled his heart.
Infinite zoom.
For some reason, the young man seemed to be trapped in a nightmare. He repeated the palm of the purple-robed shadow over and over again in front of his eyes. Every time the palm fell, the fear in the young man's eyes became stronger...
I don't know how long it took, but at a certain moment, when the purple-robed shadow's palm prints fell again, the young man was like a puppet on strings, completely defeated by this palm, the fear in his eyes was annihilated, and there was no trace of life anymore.
In the outside world, at a certain point in the "Seven Mysterious Infant-laying Demon-Destroying Formation", Ancestor Xiang Wei, who was at the peak of the golden elixir, also breathed his last and refused to close his eyes, his eyes full of fear!
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The seven golden elixir ancestors disappeared one after another, and even the "Seven Mysteries Fuying Infants and Demons Deterrence Formation" outside
Unable to maintain it, with a violent explosion, the invisible sword energy on the top of the Sword Mountain dissipated layer by layer, and finally returned to its origin.
The scene in front of them happened very suddenly. At the same time as the "Seven Mysteries Fuying Infant Demon-Destroying Formation" exploded, Ning Jianzhen and Ning Lingyun were shocked at the same time. After they recovered, they rushed towards the scene.
Several elders from the sect flew away, seemingly wanting to step forward to find out.
However, just when they arrived at the top of Jian Mountain, the two of them fell asleep for some unknown reason, as if they had drunk fake wine...
The Zhao family is one of the most powerful families in Sansheng Island.
The current head of the Zhao family, Zhao Liexiong, has seven brothers and sisters. Apart from Zhao Siyuan, who went to Sansheng Island to practice as a child, the one with the highest talent is Zhao Chengyun, the seventh eldest brother of the Zhao family.
Zhao Chengyun has been gifted with extraordinary talents since he was a child, and his cultivation talent is astonishing. Without any guidance, at the age of only thirteen, he has secretly practiced to the seventh level of Qi Refining. However, due to his surly temper, he has no sense of identification with his family, relatives and friends.
Suppressed and tempered by the Zhao family.
About one hundred and twenty years ago, Zhao Chengyun, who had just entered the early stage of Jindan, stole the ninth-level demon elixir prepared by his family for the head of the family, Zhao Liexiong, and frantically killed dozens of Zhao family heirs, completely betraying Zhao.
Home.
For Zhao Siyuan, who has been practicing in the Three Saints Sect since he was a child, his whole heart died when he heard the bad news about his son. From then on, revenge for his son became the only thought that supported his survival.
Forty years ago, Zhao Siyuan was injured by Zhao Chengyun and returned to the Three Saints Sect to practice in seclusion. It was not until recently that he came out of seclusion and heard about the evil deeds of the Demon Ancestor. Filled with righteous indignation, he took the initiative to ask for help.
Zhao Siyuan's dream was very strange, clearly divided into two parts.
On one side, the sun was shining brightly, and all he saw and heard were his son's laughter and laughter. All his experiences from childhood to adulthood were almost vivid in his mind; on the other side, it was dark, and the whole world was lifeless. The only fragment that existed was the
The scene where he fought against Zhao Chengyun and was seriously injured by the opponent.
But when Kong Fei looked at the scene in front of him, he felt a strange feeling. He stared at the two fighting parties. After a moment, his heart tightened, as if he realized something.
Zhao Chengyun's expression in the dream was very strange: joy, laughter, anger, sadness, seriousness, frustration, anger... all kinds of things, but they kept repeating on the same face. Because everything in the dream was done by the subconscious mind, it was not
Without the slightest hint of falsehood, this face is clearly the original face of the "Zhao Chengyun" in front of me.
"Inner demon?!"
Two words appeared in Kong Fei's mind unconsciously. He never expected that in Zhao Siyuan's dream, "the obsession of killing Zhao Chengyun" had already become his inner demon.