Jianzhai, the Eighteen Peaks of Yanfu.

Deep in the sword garden, Feixian sat upright on a stone platform. There was a small purple sword in the palm of his left hand, very, very small, so small that it was only the size of a fingernail.

Holding the sword seal in his right hand, swallowing and spitting the sword element, and warming the purple sword.

It lasted for a long time, and when the sky was bright, it held this movement until it was night. In fact, the purple sword was only the size of dust at the beginning, and Feixian worked tirelessly for ten years to make it look like today.

It was night, and even if there were stars in the sky, it could not wash away the loneliness between his eyebrows.

"Man always chooses what he can understand to believe, and ignores the mysterious essence. He only focuses on the process of life and death, and often ignores the most precious ones."

Feixian looked at Zi Jian lightly, his face was not very good-looking, and his thin lips were pursed tightly into a line. I wonder if he had any illusion, his nose became even straighter, which made his face look thinner.

"What is hatred? That's just an excuse for you to hurt others!" He looked up at Shuo Fanxing, "We have a killing sword. In this world, there is no need for excuses. If you want to kill, you will kill!"

"If one day you become me, don't be like me... one more... tonight... interesting..."

In this wasteland, his voice has long become an eternal melody. If he had counted all the stars like him, what else could he do?

The sword-shaped mark between the eyebrows suddenly trembled, and Feixian flipped his hand and put away the purple sword.

With just this action, there was an inexplicable aura that was about to break through the seal, which made him frown slightly. He used several sword techniques, and the sword shadows penetrated. After a little suppression, he would tremble even more violently.

Every time he hit, his eyebrows made him steeper.

"It's not time yet!"

He looked cold and twisted the sword seal. He felt it in the dark. The snow pool in Tianshan, Shangzhou, which was a million miles away, suddenly shook rapidly, and dozens of sword shadows broke through the ice and flashed away.

The sword shadow returned, sank into the sword-shaped seal, sealing firmly, stopping the trembling.

...

The monk who was sweeping the snow pond was sitting on the ground in shock. He had only dared to visit him for a long time. He saw a big hole in the snow pond and a person was slowly floating up.

The monk who was sweeping was surprised and happy: "Uncle Songtao, are you... awake?"

Half an hour later, Song Tao, in the abbot of Yuanjue Temple, held Song Yu kneel on the ground and bowed devoutly to Master Jueyuan.

"Oh, it's a pity for you. I can break the Kongming Illusion Sword Seal, but I can't save your life. Feixian took the sword seal himself and also made up a grudge. However..."

Master Jueyuan sighed heavily, but turned to say, "Songtao, why did you go to the Dharma Assembly before, why did you get evil in Jianzhai?"

Song Tao trembled and told the past, and even though he used Qu Mu to harm Su Fu's family for dozens of years ago, he never kept it at all.

"Corrupt!" Master Jueyuan shook his head and said, "Mencius has done something but not what he does. The Qicai True Spirit has long been reduced, and you have become a villain in the middle. This time you made a big mistake, and I should have dealt with it more seriously. Thinking about your efforts to deal with it for Qicai, I have taken great pains to remove your monk's merits and responsibilities. After ten years of hard work, I will be reincarnated and re-educated..."

Song Tao's face suddenly became ashamed, and his heart suddenly sank, and he couldn't help but look at Song Yu.

Zen Master Songyu and him are brothers. They grew up together and had a deep relationship. They couldn't bear to end up like this. They immediately pleaded with mercy and said, "Master, right and wrong, grievances, righteousness, right and wrong, you have your own opinions, and you dare not say much. However, in more than a month, the Mirage Islands will hold a meeting. The disciples are busy with everything and have no time to clone them. As time goes by, Junior Brother Songtao wakes up. It is better to send me to atone for the sake of merits and atone for the sins..."

Master Jueyuan pondered for a moment and said, "The elder of the Holy Realm is about to establish the three realms and the realm of the True Realm. I am afraid that there will be a catastrophe before the catastrophe. Yuanjue Temple cannot be safe from its own body. It is better for you to go this time and make a good relationship with the Lotus Sutra. However, reincarnation and re-cultivation are inevitable. You can leave your merits and responsibilities in your body, and leave it to your reincarnation and enjoyment."

"Abide by the law!"

In this way, they were already magnanimous. The two of them dared not appeal and had to retreat.

...

The northern end of the Endless Sea is known as the Blessed Land of Langhuan in the world. It has been popular in the five continents for a long time. From ancient times to the present, there are many people who go out to explore the scenery of the Blessed Land.

However, they all gave their lives to the North Sea.

There are many sea beasts in the North Sea. The big ones are like Kunpeng, and the small ones are also big as towers and ships, which will protect Langhuan’s blessed land forever.

Although Langhuan's blessed land is the residence of the demon lord in the Yellow Springs and the filthy abyss, it is actually a beautiful place with bright scenery, birds singing and flowers blooming, and all seasons are like spring.

The blessed land is island-shaped and floats on the North Sea. When it was initially formed, it was made of a piece of seaweed, which became more and more entangled, and gradually became a bird forest. Sea birds live here, and because the climate is pleasant, they do not need to migrate at all. Coincidentally, the sea bird likes to go to land to build nests, and over time, the bird forest turns into an island.

This is the predecessor of the blessed land.

The world is called Langhuan because of her first master, she is called Princess Langhuan. This Princess Langhuan is the only daughter of Emperor Shangxiao Ziji. The emperor is very fond of her. This blessed land is just one of the princesses's other courtyards, and since then it has been known as Langhuan's blessed land.

On this day, a tide was swept out from the deep sea, killing many sea beasts. The sea area hundreds of miles outside Langhuan's land suddenly became a sea of ​​blood.

"Rakshasa! Come out and fight!"

The Demon Lord of the Immortal Abyss, who had already returned to Langhuan's blessed land, jumped into the sky and was a blow to the storm.

A ray of yellow spring air penetrated into the deep sea, stirring up a terrifying vortex, and the heaven and earth changed color.

A crack was cracked in the deep sea, and an inexplicable aura extended out. Suddenly, a palm was poked out, colliding with the qi of the yellow spring. But the deep sea was suddenly purple-black, and endless turbid air was covered layer by layer. In the crack of the sky and the earth, half of the lucky land of Langhuan was destroyed.

"You're looking for death!"

Xiao Yuan's eyes were so angry that he turned into the Yellow Springs, as if he was connected to the sky and the earth, and he was thrown into the deep sea. However, the qi of the Yellow Springs and the turbid air fought each other, affecting the land of thousands of miles in the sea area. The sea beasts that have survived from ancient times to the present have been tragically slaughtered by the two supreme forces.

This is the purest competition of cultivation. Both of them have attained the position of the Demon Lord, and they are familiar with the fight for killing and understand that after the test stage, they will decide the outcome.

The winner is not sure of life, and the loser is destined to die!

Both of the demon lords used all their strength, and Rakshasa finally took the upper hand. Among the four demon lords, he lived the longest and had the deepest cultivation.

And this deep sea is exactly the place closest to the Jiao Prison Realm at this time. If you miss this time, you will have to wait for a disaster.

Huangquan retreated, Xiaoyuan gritted his teeth and used his remaining strength to block the deep sea crack. What surprised him was that there was no fierce resistance, and the turbid air seemed to come to the North Sea to visit. The crack was sealed and retreated without a trace.
Chapter completed!