"call--"

The breeze blows.

Since the morning light is dim, the sunset shines on the earth through the thin clouds. On a steep and steep fairy mountain, crisp birds echo in it, and Xuanling Sect, located in the eastern region, ushers in a new day.

This down-and-out sect quickly rose in a very short period of time, from being unknown to countless monks who were enthusiastically sought after, and it came from one person.

That is Huo Jianghuai, the eldest brother of Xuanling Sect.

In everyone's eyes, this senior brother of Xuanling Sect is an immortal existence like a son of the way of heaven.

Many arrogant geniuses led him to make friends and were impressed by his character. Although his enemies did not match his position, they also admitted in private that he was a person with excellent character many times.

People in the world praised him for his face as if he was a jade-like man. In addition, he also had a compassionate heart. He always hit the point when he fought with others, and never wanted to hurt others' foundation.

He set up a building called "factory" on Xianshan, which has exquisite formations that can process raw materials into amazing and strange food.

He developed spiritual food that can allow cultivators with average talent to make rapid progress, and changed the diet structure of the immortal world, allowing cultivators who fast to feel the unique charm of spiritual food.

Moreover, according to relevant monks, he traveled all over the three thousand worlds just to find spiritual plants that benefit monks. He could also attract some rare and rare beasts out of thin air and make them into... delicious food.

In addition to sometimes having some troubles of talking to oneself, it is not harmful to his great achievements.

Many years later, a new disciple of Xuanling Sect came to me and excitedly asked about Huo Jianghuai's method of practicing Taoism.

I saw the eldest brother looking at the sky calmly, with his deep eyes flowing with the years of time, as if telling his past stories.

"Actually, I am a person without any talent for cultivation..."

"I'm thinking now, why is it so difficult to build a foundation..."

"I don't know why you all praise me. I just want to sell something..."

Everyone sighed: "Look, this is the low-key, humble and connotative senior brother!"

Huo Jianghuai had no expression on his face.

Unable to explain.

All of this happened on that day when it landed in a box.

...

It was a quiet night.

The rhythmic sound of rain came from outside the window.

After abandoning his college life for a year, Huo Jianghuai made up his mind to do something.

"I can't go on like this." He told himself: "I must make my life more meaningful."

So he signed up for college volunteers during the holidays and made up his mind to serve the people and be a person who contributes to society.

Before the long journey, Huo Jianghuai turned on the computer seriously and clicked on the game inside.

"This is the last time I indulged in. After I go, I don't know how long I will meet again." His eyes were a little wet.

Then, he spent twenty-eight hours.

Dizzy from overwork.

When I woke up again, I was already in another world.

"Bang--"

"Bang--"

There was a deafening crackling sound in my ears.

Just as Huo Jianghuai had not yet accepted his current situation, he looked confused and suddenly saw someone flying in front of him, walking with his sword, flying in the sky and hiding from the ground.

"What's going on? Where is this?" He asked quickly with a panic look on his face.

A thin monk in Taoist suit was around him and glanced at him, "Stop messing around, watch the show."

“What to look at…”

Huo Jianghuai looked forward following the other person's gaze and saw a beautiful woman in a purple dress and a silent man carrying a giant sword.

"Seven years, more than 2,500 days and nights, I thought you would never come back." The woman in purple looked sad.

"It's wrong, why wait any longer?" The man's eyes were calm and his tone was not turbulent.

"Okay, you're right... Then, in your heart, what am I?" The woman's voice trembled a little.

The man was silent for a moment: "Passenger."

"Hahaha, what a passerby. Fellow Daoist Yu is really cold-hearted and will definitely cultivate the great way in the future! Then I will help you!"

Just as the sound fell, sand and stones suddenly flew around, and someone burst into screams in the distance.

"Oh no, this person is a Nascent Soul monk, everyone run away-"

"Observe the sword! Go--"

"Telection--"

Almost in an instant, all the people around Huo Jianghuai disappeared.

"Wait, this is..."

"Boom boom boom!"

"Why...is it..."

The loud noise almost pierced the eardrum.

All this came too suddenly. Huo Jianghuai, who vaguely understood the current situation, immediately turned around and rushed to the distance with all his strength.

But the body of a mortal is still too small.

Then he felt a burst of overwhelming force attacking him, and then his throat smelled bloody, and his eyes were blurred...

Pain became the second.

There is more regret and confusion in my heart.

All the images of my life flashed in front of me.

Perhaps, this is the feeling of dying.

Huo Jianghuai thought sadly, even though he had not lived for a quarter of an hour, he didn't expect to fall to the ground at the beginning.

here……

Is it the world of immortal cultivation?

My protagonist Guanghui, novels, films and TV shows really bully me.

The scenery in front of him suddenly became chaotic, his consciousness was blurred, and he soon forgot where he was.

Time passes slowly.

The lonely moon hangs, the sparse stars embellish, and the sound of insects is heard from the ears.

Perhaps a wind blew slowly, and Huo Jianghuai lifted his eyelids in difficulty.

This is not accurate. He feels that his soul and body are separated, and his consciousness is suspended at a high place, perhaps staying at the top of a tree, looking down at the scene in front of him.

The previous war created a terrible situation, with countless rocks turning into powder, and lying in the soil, facing down.

Dark clouds slowly poured in, covering the moonlight.

Next, an old voice came.

"According to the direction indicated, it should be here."

Through the faint light, Huo Jianghuai saw his appearance clearly.

It was an old man wearing a Taoist priest uniform. He was very thin, with white hair and flew with his robe. In this scene, there was a little more immortality and a Taoist sensation.

Huo Jianghuai was shocked. Could it be that his opportunity was about to emerge?

I saw the old man slowly approaching, then squat down to check his body.

He brushed away the sand on his body, looked at it for a moment, and said seriously: "The body of a mortal has completely broken meridians, the soul has been lost, and... has no face!? Whose monster is this?"

Huo Jianghuai felt shocked, what was this person talking about?

Wouldn't it be enough to turn your body over!?

Could it be that the night was too late and the old man didn't see it clearly?

Then Huo Jianghuai heard the old man say again: "Where the face should have appeared, countless black hairs appeared. It seems that this man may have been poisoned by a strange body, or some kind of spiritual beast failed to transform into a failed spiritual beast.

Alas, my ancestor asked me a dream and said that there would be a miracle of saving our sect here. I didn’t expect that this was the situation. It seems that heaven will destroy my Xuanling Sect!”

If your sect has elders like you, I feel that the future is worrying!

Huo Jianghuai felt extremely tired and didn't know where to start. So he saw the master touching his long white beard and suddenly frowned and looked at the sky.

"No, it's going to rain!"

So, will you need to use a sword next?
To be continued...