In the northern part of Zhongzhou, there is a famous mountain looking out for the river.

I don’t know how high the river is, but I only know that the clouds are not as high as the mountainside.

There are many clouds in the mountains, so most of the time travelers who look out from afar cannot see the top of the mountain, and can only see the sunshine shining on the green mountains. Looking from afar, it seems that the green trees are coated with a layer of golden light.

If the weather is sunny and the braver traveler looks up and can see the snow-capped mountain, majestic, like a distance and a near, like a pillar of heaven and earth rushing towards him, shocking. He looks at the white line in the sky in his eyes. The closer he gets, the more he feels that greatness is not like the mortal world.

Because there are really immortals living on this Wangchuan.

Even if you are alone here, you can teach all demons in the world that dare not enter Zhongzhou, Liuxian Lu Zu.

On this day, the river was covered with clouds and there were no travelers at the foot of the mountain. So no one could witness the green light of the fairyland that shot from the distant sky, passing through the sky like a meteor in the dark night, as if it was real or illusory, and as if the rain curtain was thunder, it was dawn in an instant.

The green light fell on the hillside, and a middle-aged man in a green Taoist robe appeared on the stone steps. His eyebrows were the same and his eyes were deep. If the ungrateful stubble had not destroyed the overall appearance of this face, he would have looked a bit like a fairy-like figure.

The sloppy Taoist first frowned slightly and looked up at the top of the snow-capped mountain, then turned his head to look at the word "Sword Sect" with a biting cold on the huge rock beside him. As soon as he leaned over, he rushed up the mountain. His body looked like a leopard and as fast as a arrow. Just before he set off, a ray of green light hanging above his head sank into the scabbard on his back like lightning, leaving only the gray plain hilt outside, leaving no extraordinaryness.

The mountain peaks are towering and the stone steps are steep, but it is like flat ground under the sloppy Taoist's feet. He carries his hands on his back and almost sticks to the stone steps. Every time he taps his feet, he can jump over dozens of steps.

Soon, the first person appeared in his sight. The man stood in front of the thatched cottage under a giant tree next to the stone steps, carrying a sword on his back, and was saluting him silently. The sloppy Taoist glanced and nodded slightly, but he flew over at all, followed by the second and third person, until......After the 2998th person, the sloppy Taoist stopped. Not far from the stone steps were two small wooden houses, and a tall middle-aged man stood at the door of one of them.

This is already an extremely high position on Wangchuan Mountain, not far from the snow line accumulated over thousands of years. The cold wind is so cold that it pierces people's bone marrow, but the man is just a thin layer of snow-like long gown, carrying an equally spotless white jade sword. The jade hairpin on his hair bun is like ice, which is set off by his eyes as cold as snowy mountain. Even if his thin lips still have a smile, no one can feel the slightest warmth.

Seeing the sloppy Taoist arrive, the smile on the corner of his mouth became thicker, "I have been waiting for you for a long time, go up the mountain."

The sloppy Taoist nodded with a serious expression, and walked on the stone steps side by side with the cold middle-aged man without any haste and said, "The last time I saw the master was still as calm as the sea. Why did this happen in just a few months?" The cold middle-aged man's smile gradually faded away, and his face immediately became cold. He pointed to the sky, "Even the master, it is hard to predict the destiny of heaven..."

The sloppy Taoist stopped talking immediately. The two of them walked forward silently, as if they were leisurely walking on the stone steps, but they took a few feet in one step. The speed was really slow. In the blink of an eye, they entered the snow-covered land. There was no grass here, and even the stone steps were thick, the thick ice layer was formed on the stone steps. The closer they got to the top of the mountain, the steeper the stone steps. Even if they were old men who crossed mountains and ridges, they would inevitably slide down and die. However, the two of them were not affected at all. They soon arrived at the top of the mountain and passed a huge carved stone gate, and suddenly became enlightened.

It turned out that the top of Wangchuan Mountain was a mirror-smooth platform, hundreds of meters in radius, covered with ice and snow, but it was extremely unnatural, as if it was made by someone who had a sword flattened the top of the mountain.

A stone house stood alone by the cliff on the platform. A green ancient pine stood tall in the open space beside the stone house, and its roots penetrated deeply under the ice rocks. No matter the ice, snow or the wind, it did not make it bend at all, and it was incompatible with the surrounding scenery.

There was a black and round stone under the ancient pine. What was strange was that the ice and snow were invasive on the stone. It was thrown casually on the edge of the cliff, and a small part was already hanging out in the air. It looked very dangerous. The old man with white beard and white hair on the stone didn't care at all. He just sat there quietly cross-legged, like a sharp sword unsheathed. The wind on the top of the mountain was fierce and could not move his hair.

"I'm back," the old man turned his back to the two behind him, his voice firm and steady, clear and clean, without the hoarseness and depression of the elderly.

The cold and ruthless middle-aged man remained motionless, and the sloppy Taoist bent down deeply and bowed, "Yes, Master."

After a while of silence, the old man spoke again, "Really speaking, I should have some time to call you back from there so early, but God's will is hard to measure and even more difficult to violate. Since you are back today, it's today."

The sloppy Taoist was shocked and lowered his head and said nothing.

"Why do you have to do this?" the old man seemed to have insight into the world. After a while, he said warmly, "The big tripod is established in a country, prosperous for three hundred years and decline for three hundred years. Because I went against the road, I continued for another three hundred years. Now that I die, the big tripod is also a fate. There is no need to do anything against the will of heaven. But..." His voice gradually became heavier, "But the big tripod can be destroyed, and the orthodox human race cannot be destroyed. Zhongzhou is the Zhongzhou of the human race, and hundreds of millions of people can only respect the human race emperor."

The two bowed and said yes.

"Zhongzhou is vast and rich, and has been managed by the human race for nearly a thousand years. The four barbarians are helpless. Now that I die, the great monsters will come. Zhongzhou will inevitably suffer from war disasters. In Zhongzhou, it is only a matter of time for thousands of monsters to enter the game to compete for luck," the old man sighed and continued, "Last night, I used my three-year lifespan as a divination, and I only got a vague saying, "The True Dragon Seed is in the House of the Princes". Since the Sword Sect was born to suppress the human race's luck, this time the human race's great disaster should enter the world. As for whom the seed of the true dragon lands... Three thousand sword cultivators, please rely on opportunities..."

The two looked at each other and bowed to say yes. After another silence, the old man sighed again, "Go."

The cold and li middle-aged man bowed deeply and turned around and left without any trace of dragging on the mud. The sloppy Taoist wanted to speak but stopped wandering.

"It comes from nothingness, and from nothingness, what are you going to worry about? Go," the old man shook his head and said.

The sloppy Taoist fell to the ground and kowtowed three times when he heard this. After getting up, he bowed deeply to the old man's back before turning around and leaving.

After the two had already left for a long time, there were even only some Taoist boys who looked at the mountains in the entire Wangchuan. The old man slowly raised his head to look at the sky and murmured as if he was talking to himself, "This time it has been a hundred years, but I have not seen an old friend come from the sky. I think you are waiting for the day when I die. Since Lu Xuan is about to die and you will not come to compete with me for the third sword. Although Zhongzhou is big, there will be no one worthy of your attack in three years... But among the four barbarians, there are several people worth Lu Xuan to draw his sword to win. For the sake of the two swords, you can go there first."

The world is silent, only the sound of the wind.

The old man lowered his head and entered into meditation for a long time before looking up at the sky again, "It is inevitable that the world will be divided and reunited, but the great disaster will disappear, and it is useless to you. Since the true dragon seed is in the family of the princes, why not..."

After a long time, the old man shook his head and slowly stood up. With a wave of his hand, an ancient sword that was black like gold and wood hung three points in his palm. "Since I, Lu Xuan, owes all living beings in the world, I should pay it back," said the sentence, and the ancient sword disappeared without a shadow. The next moment, a white light penetrated the sky, opening a gate of heaven in the clouds that had condensed for many days.

The old man suddenly felt a heroic spirit and laughed to the sky, "Lu Xuan still has nine breaths, and he can kill the four barbarians and nine monsters!"

The sound shook thousands of miles!

Heaven and earth are slaughtering!

I don’t know how long it took, nine figures fell from the only pillar of light in the world and hung in the air. Under the golden light, no one could see their appearance clearly. He felt a stream of ethereal aura of immortality dissipated from them!

The old man did not go to see them at this moment, but stood on the black stone and looked at the surging river water at the foot of Wangchuan Mountain, with a complicated expression.

The ancient sword that had returned to his palm at some point was buzzing continuously. Suddenly, the ancient sword flashed nine times in a moment, and nine figures in the sky burst into nine handfuls of mist and rain, falling to the world!!

Then, the white light disappeared and the clouds overlapped.

The ancient sword's sword's originally straight towards the sky slowly drooped. The old man reached out to touch the hilt. When he was almost about to touch it, his body turned into smoke and dust and was blown away by the wind on the top of the mountain, and it was clear that there was no trace.

The ancient sword seemed to have lost its soul in an instant, fell straight down and fell into the river.

Just under the cliff where the ancient sword fell, it was the scene that the old man had seen for hundreds of years.

The Nujiang River, which is famous on the continent, rushes and whistles, coming from the north.

When he bumped into Wangchuan, he seemed to calm all his anger and went east from now on.
Chapter completed!