Qingluan just finished saying something, and before Lin Buxuan could react, the little monk behind him said slowly:

"The little monk is going to close the mountain gate. Please wait at the door, and someone will come to pick you up."

While he said that, he rang the bell slowly. The dull sound of the bell mixed with the sound of falling from the mountain gate behind him. The little monk didn't say how to go out. Lin Buxuan and Gong Shanyu looked at each other. Since they were all here... let's go first.

Lin Buxuan looked at the giant sword inserted in the center of the lake again. He had seen a huge withered ornament with extravagant desires. Dali has many minerals and the prosperity of Chang'an. There are many luxurious ornaments in the palace, whether they were already there before the emperor, or the recast of the emperor and the emperor.

But it is far from the point where this sword is shocked. No matter how amazing the ordinary grades are, they do not have the charm of the Lake Heart Sword that seems to divide the world into two.

This sword, deep at the bottom of the lake, and the hilt of the sword sank into the clouds. Even though Lin Buxuan knew that he was at the top of Kunlun, he was the closest to the world, he suddenly felt that this sword supported the whole world.

The sword edge of the Lake Heart Sword divides the river on both sides, and there is a small island in the upper left and lower right of the lake. In this way, it looks like a pair of derived Yin and Yang fish.

"It's not 'like Yin and Yang's sword derived from this sword', but this sword really derived such fairy energy to cast a state that is equal to the immortal world above Kunlun's main peak. In terms of the method alone, it's the same as the plaque in the mountains that spans the heads of the two peaks, but this sword... is not a little higher than the inscription!"

While walking in this section, the little wolf demon was glowing like a mountain demon who saw the world. He opened his mouth and looked at it carefully. He was still thinking, but Qingluan explained to him, and turned around and compared it with his two fingers to a "bitter" gesture.

Lin Buxuan pretended to be disdainful and said excitedly: "Yes, yes, the sword you inserted casually is much stronger than the inscription in the mountains..."

The little fox put his hands on his hips and hummed, "Of course!"

"Just blow..." Lin Buxuan continued to provoke, "Then how did you prove that this sword was inserted into this lake? Why did you insert it into this sword? I see that this sword is as big as dozens of you..."

Lin Buxuan's voice was a little suspicious, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked very despised. The little fox was angry and frowned and wanted to say something, but it got stuck. It didn't sound for a while. Finally, his cheeks sagged and said hurriedly:

"I forgot...but I must have inserted this sword by myself, I have a reflection! I used magic power to support it!"

"Okay" Lin Buxuan did not deny her anymore, but instead asked: "What is the origin of this sword? Is there any Zhuluqiang? Can you pull it away?"

The fox's ears were slightly raised and he pondered:

"If you can develop spiritual energy and enrich yourself, this sword must be at least at the Hongmeng level. Since it is a sword, it can of course be taken away. If it is a good thing, I will naturally let you find a way to pry it away. As for this sword... although it is not its own appearance, if you want to control it, you must at least have a realm of asking for advice. Besides... this sword cannot match the battle."

Lin Buxuan was a little stunned and said in shock: "Zhulu is even more above Hongmeng?! Isn't there only one level after Hongmeng? Am I the mortal world?"

Lin Buxuan was really surprised. Ruo Qingluan was not fooling around, and if he remembered correctly, the handful he threw in his Qiankun bag was given by Su Ruoruo on the way to Jingzhou on Hanshan. What is this?

Half an orange outfit in the novice village?

"You know it's half a piece? Zhulu, who is divided into two and has no spirituality, can still be included in the ranks of magic weapons. If the two swords combine and regain the luck of the past, let alone Hongmeng, you can kill the inkstone!"

Qingluan glanced at him sideways, smiled, and continued:

"Do you really think this Kunlun is for you to accompany me? Since you have called Master, although you have not done anything to be a disciple, you have to help you as a master."

"This trip to Kunlun, you can find any memories to try your luck. Combining the sword is a big deal. Finding memories is not just about revisiting the old place. Moreover, you may not be able to find any trace of this mortal world. It is better to break the sky bell and ask those gods why!"

Qingluan was righteous and made Lin Buxuan excited, especially the saying "Cutting the inkstone". The inkstone is like the "Hedao" in the realm of practice, the "Feng Shui" in the realm of elixir, which can only exist in legends, and is even different from "Hongmeng" or "Xiandan". There is only one record in the historical books that have been passed down from generation to generation, and there is not even a name on the record.

But the little fox said it firmly, and Lin Buxuan believed most of the time. Just follow her. If you want to break the sky clock, then break it. Who asked someone to save him again and again?

Lin Buxuan just hopes that this is not the second chapter of the Doomsday Robbery in a certain game he played before traveling through time.

Qingluan followed Lin Buxuan's thoughts and thought he was going to mock him again, but after eavesdropping, she was still confused. She didn't know if he believed it or not, so she simply changed the topic and said:

"There is another thing. There should be a ancestral book on Kunlun that records all the major events in the world. If you can see this fortune teller, you might as well take a look at him."

Lin Buxuan was nodding, and the fairy mist dissipated slightly in the distance. A little light spread the clouds and mists quickly approached. He was a monk standing on the sword and carrying the sword. However, he did not fly high, not even a few inches higher than the grass.

But his speed was very fast, and he saw the light of light pressing the cloud head, and he had already appeared in front of Lin Buxuan and Gong Shanyu. The sword cultivator first gave a polite manner to the two of them before he put the sword on his back, and said sincerely:

"Two fellow Taoists come to Kunlun and are in a hurry to welcome you. I hope you don't blame me."

Lin Buxuan and the others shook their heads and didn't care. If the young monk had something to say first, he would have led Gong Shanyu around to travel as a self-driving tour.

The monk said again: "My surname is Zhao, and I can just call Xiao Zhao. I don't know where you come, what are your plans?"

OK, this is a tour guide.

Lin Buxuan was not bothered, but was a little interested in the guide named Zhao. It was not because he had that demand, but because his sword energy was everywhere, but he did not have a trace of cultivation.

Lin Buxuan then picked up his arms and answered the question irrelevantly: "I wonder if Brother Zhao can't see any cultivation, and the speed of controlling the sword is far beyond ordinary people. How did he do it?"

The little wolf demon joined in the fun, “Yes, right!”

The monk surnamed Zhao smiled, "Fellow Taoist I don't know that there are many sects above Kunlun. I am a disciple of Kuaiyi Sword Village. I practice Kuaiyi Sword. I regard Kuaiyi Sword as the way of this village. The owner of the manor believes that as long as the sword is extremely cultivated, I can kill the immortals and gods."

Lin Buxuan was silent. He probably wouldn't believe it if others said this. But just now he saw him walking on the sword, faster than ordinary Nascent Soul or even dispersing cultivators who had all their strength to escape the light, and he could not help but feel a little shaken in his mind.

He was about to ask an authoritative person, but he had already guessed that the little fox shrugged:

"As far as I understand it back then, this is indeed a fantasy, but it has been many years. The way of practicing Taoism has changed along the way. This path is just like your Empress Dowager and it is feasible."

“How to say it?”

"Do you still remember that she was once infected with a strange poison and her cultivation was gone. She could still cut off Shura with one knife while dragging her body to death?"

Qingluan also hugged her hands with her chest, "That's the same thing. It seems that after so many years, the practice of practice has made a lot of progress... You can also steal the master's hand, so you can pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger in the future."

Lin Buxuan was speechless for a moment. His master asked him to steal the practice of others as soon as possible. Are there any mistakes? Is there any professional ethics?

"What!" Qingluan glared at him and said angrily: "If I hadn't been stabbed here, where did Kunlun come from? Didn't this be born from the deity? They were all things from the deity? As for your learning, wouldn't it be your teacher's left hand and right hand?"

"In addition, what kind of ethics are not ethics? If you can steal the skills, you can steal them. If you are discovered, you will be done by others. His grandmother's is not like a demon sect at all!"

Lin Buxuan hurriedly bowed his hand, "You can't talk to you, the group of random cultivators who kill and robbery, you are the Demon Sect!"
Chapter completed!