The second thousand six hundred and sixty-six chapters of the dark abyss!
Half a day later.
Su Xuan came to Fire Fairy Lingyuan.
The vastness of this place is countless times more terrifying than what Su Xuan saw back then.
Faintly, Su Xuan could see green phoenixes, white phoenixes, black birds, and ancient luan flying in the sky.
The vision is natural! This Fire Immortal Lingyuan is obviously more than just an earth sect.
soon.
The black bird flies into the sky.
Seeing Su Xuan, Xuanniao's eyes suddenly showed uncontrollable shock.
The battle in the South...she obviously already knew about it.
"Are you looking for Qingfeng? I'll call her."
Xuanniao took a deep breath and said.
She is a holy beast, but some people are destined to be amazing and talented, and deserve her respect.
"No, Dafeng knows I'm coming and wants to pester me again."
Su Xuan stopped with a chuckle.
"Then you're here?"
Xuanniao was suspicious.
"Lend you a drop of the blood of the holy beast."
Su Xuandao.
Xuanniao was startled and fell silent for a moment.
But soon, a drop of blood containing a miniature version of Xuanniao flew from Xuanniao's body to Su Xuan.
"You gave it to me so easily?"
Su Xuan was surprised.
"Qingfeng has become the Holy Beast of Luck, and I haven't thanked you for this.
Also, you are worthy of my investment."
Xuanniiao said simply.
Su Xuan was startled, then he chuckled and put away the black bird essence and blood, saying: "I will remember this love."
He wants the essence and blood of the black bird for Jingwei.
Su Xuan must go all out to overcome the catastrophe of Fuyinmai this time.
"What are you going to do next?"
Xuanniao asked.
"Of course it's a desperate fight."
Su Xuan said bluntly.
"I wish you success."
Xuanniao looked solemn: "The Pure Land is invincible, but I am immortal and have room for resistance."
"I'd like to lend you some good words."
Su Xuan chuckled, waved and left.
Xuanniao looked at it from a distance, his expression becoming more and more stunning.
Next, Su Xuan will go to Shanhe Sword Sect.
He was going to go there and have a look.
But we haven't gone very far yet.
"Su Xuan..." Liu Hanyan ran over panting.
"how?"
Su Xuan turned his head.
Liu Hanyan exhaled and his breath became calmer, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say.
Su Xuan looked at her and suddenly smiled: "Are you worried about me?"
"No one is worried about you!"
Liu Hanyan subconsciously retorted, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she laughed first.
"Don't worry, good people don't live long and disasters will last for thousands of years. My life is tough."
Su Xuandao.
Liu Hanyan pursed her lips.
"Nothing to say?
Then I have to go, time is precious."
Su Xuan smiled and turned his head after finishing speaking.
Liu Hanyan shuddered, watching Su Xuan's figure walking further and further away, and finally couldn't help shouting: "You must live."
"certainly."
Su Xuan responded.
"Su Xuan, promise me to go back to the Lingzong area to have a look together in the future!"
Liu Hanyan shouted again.
In the distance, Su Xuan waved his hand freely.
Liu Hanyan looked at it, her eyes turning red inexplicably.
It has been hundreds of years since I left the Lingzong area, and my memories of my hometown are all blurry.
Liu Hanyan felt that that place had probably changed a long time ago.
But she knew that as long as Su Xuan was still there, she would still have nostalgia and longing for her homeland.
Because they come from the same place.
Liu Hanyan still remembers that Su Xuan called her senior sister when she was young.
...Jianzong has mountains and rivers, and mountains and rivers gather bitter cold.
The prosperity of the past is no longer there.
The Shanhe Sword Sect has returned to its original bitter cold.
But it is precisely because of this that this place has become the most perfect place for practice in the eyes of those swordsmen who have sincere beliefs in kendo.
Back then, during the battle between Jian Zong, the mountains and rivers were shattered, and prosperity collapsed.
One by one, the Sword Sect monks who believed in Kuhan stood up again.
With the cold wind and suffering as their companions, they began to rebuild the Sword Sect.
However, they never feel bitter because of it, but instead enjoy the bitterness.
And those who couldn't bear the suffering had already left the Sword Sect.
"I'm telling you, when I perfect my swordsmanship, the entire Eastern Wasteland will tremble under my feet!"
A young man held up a wooden sword and shouted arrogantly.
"Shh!"
"I just know how to brag!"
"No matter how strong you are, can you be better than the sect master, the ancestors, and Mr. Mu?"
A group of teenagers were practicing sword practice and shouting.
The young man is not upset, his eyes are as pure as glass beads.
He smiled and said: "Don't believe it, I have already mastered swordsmanship!"
Said.
He held the sword and turned around, and a gust of sword wind spread out, creating a sense of warmth in the bitter cold.
"Wow, it's so warm..." All the teenagers laughed.
Only then did the young man get angry: "Warm your ass, this is the sword wind, you should feel the pain!"
"Uu uh uh..." The teenagers laughed and thought more.
In the cold wind, they never complained about being tired, and all of them had bright and positive eyes.
The young man was furious, shouted and rushed over.
certainly.
The young man was not very strong and was quickly pushed to the ground.
"Li Chengxian, you still have to work hard."
"Yes, yes."
"Let's teach you how to practice swordsmanship."
The teenagers shouted, not sarcastically, just simply wanting to help.
"Shit, my sword is the strongest."
The young man yelled and jumped up.
Then he ran to a scholar in the distance, licked his face, and asked angrily: "Master, do you think so?"
"Wherever sincerity reaches, gold and stone will open."
The scholar smiled and nodded.
"Haha, I knew it."
The young man ran away with a smile on his face and went to practice his sword.
Life here is very hard.
But the young man enjoyed it.
Because here he can practice swordplay every day without having to worry about life, and no one will laugh at him.
The scholar laughed and shook his head.
But suddenly.
He turned his head and glanced outside the Sword Sect. He was startled for a moment, and then his eyes became gentler.
Outside the Sword Sect.
Su Xuan stood still for a long time.
He saw the familiar Jian Zong return.
He also saw the former Sword Sect monks waking up one after another, and there were many young Sword Cultivators like young Jian Beichen... Duanmu King's Tomb, ancestor Jian Wuyan, Master Jiankong, Chu Qingkuang... all of them were familiar to him.
All the people woke up and lived well in this land.
For Su Xuan, this had been imagined as early as after the battle of Jianzong.
Now that everything has come true, Su Xuan feels that everything was not in vain.
Mu Chichen is also sitting here.
He accepted Li Chengxian as his disciple.
This child was brought to Jian Zong by Su Xuan.
Here, he can practice swordplay without any worries.
He was still practicing his circle sword technique and never gave up... Looking at it, Su Xuan rubbed his eyes and turned away.
Jian Zong...everything is fine.
His heart also calmed down a lot.
One day later.
Su Xuan went deep into the West.
This is Wudian's territory, but Su Xuan came anyway.
He came to an endless abyss.
This is the endless dark abyss, a place comparable to the cemetery of immortals and demons, and the eternal battlefield.
In the Eastern Wasteland, this should be one of the most terrifying forbidden areas.
Back then... Jian Beichen died here, ending his desperate life.
It was here that he unwillingly resisted fate, and this led to Su Xuan's bizarre life.
The wind is freezing and cold.
Su Xuan stood on the edge of the dark abyss, motionless for a long time like a sculpture.
There was a trace of sadness in his cloudy eyes.
Because of Jian Beichen, and also because of the reincarnation curse in his life.
"I will never make the same mistake you made..." Su Xuan whispered hoarsely, and then jumped into the endless dark abyss.