The strong from the wild

Daoxuanzong has been passed down for 10 years.

For 10 years, Daoxuanzong has always been the number one sect in Qiongyu Land, with a great reputation.Ever since Ling Qiujian was vacated ten thousand years ago, one man and one sword alone fought against the world's masters, Tao Xuanzong lost the prestige of the world's number one sect.

Ten thousand years ago, Wang Zhixuan had already obtained the inheritance of the head of Daoxuanzong from his master.And the reputation of Daoxuanzong's No. [-] sect in the world was lost in Wang Zhixuan's hands.

This person was originally a high-spirited and imposing person, but since he was defeated by Ling Qiujian with a sword, his personality has changed drastically.

A gloomy temperament will always come up with gloomy schemes.

For example, the perfect plan that Wang Zhixuan came up with this time...

One hundred thousand miles southeast of Xuantianzong Jianshan Mountain, there is a peak. Although this peak lacks aura, it is steep and steep. The peak is independent and unattainable.

Wang Zhixuan was wearing a silver robe, and behind the robe hung a magic weapon in the shape of the eight trigrams carved from white jade.The middle of the magic treasure is hollowed out, and the eight hexagrams are constantly changing. This is the top-grade fairy artifact of Tao Xuanzong, called the Eight Diagrams Dao Kongpan.

Rumor has it that there is a mystery of seeking Taoism and becoming a god in this empty disk of the Eight Diagrams.

But compared with Xuantianzong's sword disk, this roulette is almost a joke.

Wang Zhixuan never put the Bagua Dao behind his back in front of outsiders. Today he felt that the plan had been accomplished and the general trend had come, so when he was standing alone on the peak, he put the Bagua Dao behind his back.White light shone on the jade plate, setting off Wang Zhixuan's figure very stalwart.

A spirit crane flew from the direction of Xuantianzong in the northwest.

"The plan succeeded?"

Wang Zhixuan couldn't wait to use the method of sound transmission, and asked in the direction of Linghe.

Huang Wushen sat on the back of the white crane, flew to the top of the mountain, walked up to Wang Zhixuan, first handed the bronze mirror in his hand to Wang Zhixuan, and then saluted, "Senior brother, the plan has been completed!"

"it is good!"

Wang Zhixuan nodded suddenly, his eyes sparkled, it seemed that the depression and bad luck in his heart for many years disappeared without a trace in an instant, and he thought in his heart: "Ling Qiujian, Ling Qiujian, back then you fought against me with one sword and one sword Xuanzong made an appointment to fight, broke the three great formations of my Dao Xuanzong, fought alone with the seven masters of my Dao Xuanzong, and forcibly took away the reputation of the world's number one sect. It's a pity that you have become a god and left. The grievances and karma you left behind , can only let Xuantianzong pay back!"

Wang Zhixuan pinched the bronze mirror with two fingers, his fingertips turned slightly white.

In this bronze mirror, there is recorded an image technique...

In the middle of winter, the sky and the earth are cold.

The cold wind blows from the lens of the northern world, passing over the Beihai Demon Sect located in the Qiongyu boundary, and then blowing into the 800 million miles of mountains and rivers in the Qiongyu boundary.

When the north wind blows, heavy snow falls from the sky.

Although Xuantian Dongtian is a blessed place, it also has four seasons.

The heavy snow fluttered and sprinkled, dyeing the seven peaks of the Qiongyu Land boundary in silver.

Liu Yi stepped down from the Shenjian Peak stepping on the snow all over the ground.

Many monks in the peak who infused Ling Wanjian with sword energy have already returned to their caves.Although the person had already left, there was still a faint aura of sword intent floating in the air.

Only the sword cultivator can feel this kind of breath.

While walking in the mountains, Liu Yi couldn't help but think of Master Suixing.

When Ling Wanjian, the head of the Xuantian Sect, was seriously injured and troubled by the evil energy in his body, all the masters above the pure Yang level of the Xuantian Sect had to heal Ling Qiujian's injuries in the Shenjian Peak, but this real broken star went alone. When Lu Bubai was about to sweep all directions, he appeared in the battlefield.

Daoist Suixing only completed half of the original sword, and Liu Yi completed the remaining half of the sword.

Lu Bubai, the direct disciple of Devil Emperor Hengshan, also died because of the sword.

This broken star real person is Ling Wanjian's direct disciple.

For this person, Liu Yi also has some respect in his heart, but this person has lost his soul.

Because of the relationship between the broken star real person, Liu Yi also has a good impression of Ling Wanjian who has never met.As the saying goes, like a teacher, there must be an apprentice. In Liu Yi's view, Ling Wanjian must also be a figure with a rainbow-like aura.

"If I have strong strength and rescue the senior brother from the ghost prison, the four senior brothers and sisters don't need to work so hard. They have to instill sword energy for the senior brother every three feet, exhausting themselves, Exhausted..."

Liu Yi walked all the way down the mountain stepping on the white snow, feeling the breath of sword intent gradually dissipating in the mountain, and the breath in his nose was unusually stable.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, he turned his head and looked up the mountain, only to see that the Divine Sword Peak was going straight up, like a divine sword thousands of miles long, standing proudly between the sky and the earth.

The momentum of this mountain is extraordinary.

Liu Yi seems to be able to imagine from this mountain situation that Ling Qiujian practiced tirelessly in those years, seeking the firmness and perseverance to become a god with one sword.

"If you are not firm, if you are not persistent, how can you become a god?"

Liu Yi asked himself, his mind was affected by the mountain, he raised his leg and took a step, and felt that this step was faintly integrated with the mountain of Shenjian Peak.

"The self is in harmony with the heaven and the earth!"

This feeling made Liu Yihun tremble in shock.

Lift half of your steps and stop in mid-air.

However, when Liu Yi stopped, this feeling dissipated like a tide.

"Could it be that this is what Brother Feather said back then, one step at a time? Back then when Daoist Sui Xing performed his sword arts supernatural powers on the boundless mountains, when he stepped forward, he had this feeling of integrating himself into the world. Unfortunately, I just I took this half step because I felt the mountain of Shenjian Peak, and I didn't really reach the level of one step at a time."

Liu Yi soared up from the foot of Shenjian Peak and flew towards Bandao Peak, thinking in his heart: "Realist Broken Star only cultivates sword intent and disperses all the true energy in his body. Like the ancient sword cultivator Brother Feather mentioned, he can become a god with sword intent."

"I seek my own way. The primordial spirit I visualize is my immortal self. I will definitely not die before I become enlightened like Master Suixing!"

"Between heaven and earth, strength is the most important thing. When my teacher Ling Qiujian was around, no one dared to block Xuantianzong's edge. But after he became a god and left, the Hengshan Demon Emperor wanted to break into Qiongyu's realm. Now Senior Brother Sect Leader has been suppressed in the Nether Demon Prison, Xuantian Sect has been forced to close the mountain and close the door!"

A wave of anger, accompanied by a strong fighting spirit, appeared in Liu Yi's heart.

The seven peaks of Xuantian Cave are arranged in the direction of the Big Dipper.

Shenjian Peak is at the northernmost point, but Bandao Peak is at the southernmost point.

The mountains are covered with snow.

Liu Yi flew to his cave, but saw Tang Jiawen was holding a few lanterns in his hands, and was about to hang the lanterns on the gate of the cave.

In mid-December, it is almost the Chinese New Year.

Liu Yi and Tang Jiawen exchanged a few words, then said goodbye to Tang Jiawen, walked to his room, prepared to ask Tanlang about Xia Shuang, then opened the giant stone gate, and went to the world full of clouds and mists but full of aura, to practice some practice.

Pushing open the door and entering, I saw Zhuyu wearing a thin gauze, kneeling upright in the middle of the room.

"Lord!"

King Zhuyu bowed his head and showed a deep ru (ru) groove in front of Liu Yi, and said in his mouth: "Zhuyu made a mistake, please be punished by the Lord!"