In the night, the Tianming Continent was boiling like never before. Flying boats, imperial chariots, giant swords, and iron-blooded and mighty flying beasts flew out from their respective sects and dynasties one after another. Their purpose was very clear, which was the fifty stone tablets that caused turmoil on the continent.

The stone tablet appears, the world is turbulent, and many legendary things appear one by one. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is like a spring, the flowers are competing for beauty, and the grass is chasing spring. One by one, the once broken canyons, the sky pits are gradually complete and completed, forming a brand new earth vein. The major forces are shocked and do not know the good and bad, so they send monks under their sect to investigate.

Ten years later, the mottled bell in front of the imperial palace gate was once again ringing. Unlike the last time, the ancient bell did not roar, but instead produced layers of space ripples, sending secret orders to the heads of many forces on the mainland, summoning them to gather in the Tianxian Pavilion above the thirty-third floor building.

The white stream of light continued to stop, but finally came to an end. The gateway connecting the world formed by millions of streamers disappeared like a mirage. As the last stream of light passed through the sky, everyone discovered that it was almost dawn.

In one night, the Tianming Continent was reborn, and its spiritual energy was more intense than before. The sky was as clear as the water, the earth was full of vitality, and the mysterious qi in the air was circulating. You can listen to the truth of the great way, as if the gods chant the immortals. The three thousand great way that were originally out of reach are now within reach...

After the white stream of light ended, people who were suppressed by stone tablets in the mainland fell down like they had lost weight, twisting and shaking and recovering their actions. Some people fled like flying in fear and anxiety, while others suppressed the restlessness in their hearts and left their intentions to find out the truth.

The originally dilapidated and withered cherry blossom flowers in the Sakura Menghua Valley are bathing in the flowing light. After being watered by the sudden spiritual energy of heaven and earth, they have also changed their destiny and become vibrant.

The dead and withered flowers miraculously revived and grew and blossomed again, breaking their fate of only blooming for one night.

The monks in the flowers seemed to have experienced a unique cycle. Seeing the flowers blooming and falling, the flowers blooming again and again, there were people who suddenly realized on the spot, and in full view of the public, the first heavenly vein condensed.

Coincidentally, after the great changes in the world and sufficient spiritual energy, many people's bottlenecks also showed signs of breaking. As a purple light in the sky broke through the dawn, some people broke through the barriers one after another, one step closer.

The sudden purple light was fleeting and could not be captured with the naked eye. However, its appearance brought something special to the world. It was invisible or touched, but it really existed.

At the Tianxiang Pavilion, giants gathered at this moment, a huge copper-cast black turtle raised its head high, and three copper coins hanging on its back were spinning straight, which was dazzling.

The powerful leaders, with a solemn face, quietly stared at the spinning copper coins and the white-haired old man in a veil.

Suddenly, the extremely fast-rotating copper coins seemed to exceed their limits. The mural turned into Nirvana powder. The old man in Mai looked ferocious, and blood lines were sprayed out from his eyes, nose, ears and mouths. It was bleeding from his seven orifices, and it was subjected to an immeasurable backlash.

At this time, the black turtle's big mouth spit out two lines of golden words. Each line can only see the first four, and the rest is vague and cannot be identified.

The chaos in the prosperous times...

Flesh and blood pagoda...

The old man in Mai trembled his lips, raised his old man's spotted hands, and said to himself, "It's the Shenze, and it's also the Immortal Disaster... The Flesh and Blood Budou is the Tower of Life!"

"Master Tu Tian, ​​is this strange change in the world a disaster or a blessing!"

The old man glanced at everyone, turned around and left shakingly, "Is it a blessing or a disaster? How can I know... What I can be sure of is... the immortal gate... is about to open."

The old man disappeared as soon as he finished speaking, but the rest of the people were completely excited by the old man's words.

The Immortal Gate... is about to open.

Then wouldn’t they be able to step on the Xuanhuang Feng and leave their names on the Immortal Seal Monument, so that they can live forever?

They flocked away with a crazy smile but ignored the faint sigh of Mr. Tu Tian.

Fairy...

At this time, Yingmeng Flower Valley was already crowded with sects, and the person headed by Liuyun Sword Sect was Zhao Nianbai, who was once famous and now ranked as the ninth elder of Liuyun Sword Sect’s Sword Valley.

Headed by Zhao Nianbai, he surrounded Chen Fan, who was unconscious in the middle, and his excitement was beyond words.

His sword was unsheathed, and his aura was filled with the sky. He shouted, "The secret of this stone tablet, I, Liuyun Sword Sect, voluntarily withdrew from it. I hope all fellow Taoists will make way for me to return to the sect to report."

"How can this son be safe and sound if he kills Sun Hao, Jiaoyang of our sect?" The person who led the Nine Yang Demon Sect was so murderous that he faced Nian Bai.

"Yes, after awakening a spirit-raising man, Liuyun Sword Sect should be satisfied. If you still want to touch the stone tablet, you may have to pay your wife and your troops." Someone threatened.

"Liuyun Sword Sect can leave, but that little guy has to stay. Someone in my Zhulong royal family saw this stone tablet that was drawn out by his blood. When they were all suppressed and unable to move, he was the only one who could move. If there was no connection between them, I would not believe it."

"Haha, if you die Sun Hao in Nine Yang Demon Sect, you will have a big fight. Then how should you calculate the blood sacrifice of my great men and people in Feng Chuan? If you ask me, it is not enough to die Sun Hao. You should add that Feng Chuan."

"Only one Sun Hao died in my sect, Wang Tao and Zheng Yuan..." As he said that, he swept his eyes to Gu Meng'er, with a strong murderous intent.

"It's just a matter of death." The old woman who was invisible to the crowd said lightly and flew to Gu Meng'er in the air.

"That little guy can leave, but the ancient sword must be kept." The Demonic Heaven Sect spoke, as if he had finished the last disc.

"The ancient sword chooses its own master, what do you have to do with you?" Some people in Lishan competed against each other, but it was not Su Yi.

"Haha, why? I jealous of my sect, the spirit-raising man? I originally wanted to take him back to the sect directly, but now I have noticed that I, Zhao Nianbai, do not intend to plot against the stone tablet, just to disgust you evil devils." Zhao Nianbai laughed and looked at the three forces of the Demon Heaven Sect, Nine Yang, and Zhulong Dynasty and said slowly. The meaning is very clear. I don't want the stone tablet, so you don't think it's easy to get it.

"The sword palm is the universe, the Tao determines life and death, and one sword and one thought floats into the world. Unexpectedly, the person coming to Liuyun Sword Sect was you, Zhao Nianbai."

"It's not just me, Zhao Nianbai, that kid is Mu Chenzhou's little disciple. Chen Zhou is also on the way here, but he is a little struggling to walk... and it will also make you very struggling." Zhao Nianbai's expression was strange, as if he was trying his best to control his emotions.

When everyone heard Mu Chenzhou, they looked at Zhao Nianbai's strange smile and suddenly felt a chill on their backs... The name of Madman Mu was like a cold wave everywhere.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

Everyone was ridiculed and arguing endlessly, but they refused to take action. The stone tablet suddenly began to shake, shaking the dust and flying like snow. A small crack radiated from the bottom of the tablet, and a jade stone book flew out.

The light of the stone book flows, and the mysterious qi even triggers the collision of air, forming interlaced fire chains.

"Tao Sutra!" someone shouted in surprise.

"Haha, it turns out that the treasure is actually the ancient Taoist scripture..." Someone laughed. Hua Gu, who was originally disharmonious, immediately fell into chaos after the stone book appeared.

Because Zhao Nianbai was worried about Chen Fan's safety, he could only frown at Shi Shu and dared not join the battle.

At this moment, Chen Fan woke up quietly. He sat high on the throne and looked down at the people of Huagu. He was not surprised by his strange situation, but could not help but think of the tribe named Dachen and the man who drove the throne and killed towards the sky gate.

Did he sit on a high place and look down at all like me now?

When will I be like him, compete with the sky?

A desolate sword sounded from the bottom of his heart, and the long song ancient sword in front of him emitted a faint light that only he could see, and it was this light that made Chen Fan fall into an ice cave.

He saw the previous owner of the ancient sword, a man as bright as the sun, and his eyes were like a deep and boundless galaxy.

And he stood beside Chen Fan, smiling elegantly.

"Hello, the spirit-raising man." The man said. He was as casual as saying hello to his old friend. He carried his hands on his back and looked at Chen Fan with a smile.

"Who are you?" Although Chen Fan has experienced many unexpected things in recent days, he was still a little scared when he met this person who was suspected to have come out of the sword.

This strange situation followed one after another, which made him feel very uneasy, but he couldn't say it.

"My name is Nantian, a dead man who has been erased by history and has once surpassed the world half of his son." The man laughed at himself slightly, but when he looked up at the sky, he exuded aura called contempt.

"Hehe" Chen Fan chuckled and said, "If you can defeat half of the son of heaven, you must be an immortal, how could you die?"

"I am not an immortal, but an immortal cannot do what I want to do. And I cannot live and die like an immortal." Nan Tian still smiled, but Chen Fan suddenly couldn't notice his smile, and it seemed more like a faint mockery.

"You are a spiritual raising man. Can you hear Changge's crying?" Nan Tian seemed unwilling to talk to Chen Fan about himself, so he started talking.

Chen Fan looked at the Changge Sword and saw its faint light flowing continuously, accompanied by a slight tremor. Although it was strange, there was no crying sound, and he said, "No, how could the sword cry?"

"Everything has spirituality, and people can cry, so why can't the sword be?" Nan Tian asked back.

"That's true, everything in the world is full of wonders. If you haven't seen it, it's not necessarily gone. You can hear him cry. Do you know why it cries?" Chen Fan was a little curious. He was just a sword, without birth, old age, sickness and death, and without grains, why did he cry?

"Cry for me, for the people, for fate, and even more so for the history that is obliterated in the dark..."

"……………” Chen Fan was a little confused. Nan Tian caught him off guard and couldn't smile even more bitterly. He didn't know how to answer.

"I know you don't believe it, but... I really don't have the ability to explain too much to you. It's God's will. Your spiritual cultivation bloodline awakened the Changge Ancient Sword when I was about to die."

"So you will either take over me as the true spirit of the sword protection, waiting for the next person who can awaken you, or you will pick up the Long Song Sword and shoulder its mission!"

(End of this chapter)
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