The Beilan Mountains, located in the eastern part of the Southern Territory, stretches for nearly a thousand miles.
The Beilan Sect was originally one of the seven ancient sects in the Southern Realm. It has been passed down for tens of thousands of years and has a profound foundation. Today, the first Supreme Elder of the Beilan Sect, Patriarch Qingshan, is in the late Nascent Soul stage.
The second and third supreme elders are Patriarch Leishan and Patriarch Qishan respectively.
Among the continuous mountain peaks, there are three peaks, which are more than a thousand feet tall. They are located in the middle and north and south of the Beilan Mountains respectively. These three peaks stand out like chickens and are very conspicuous in the continuous Beilan Mountains.
These three peaks are Qingyuan Peak, Leiming Mountain and Qishui Mountain.
These three peaks are also the locations of the training caves of the three supreme elders of the Beilan Sect, and are also the core of the entire Beilan Sect.
There are tens of thousands of Beilan Sect disciples. There are nearly a hundred immortal cultivators in the Golden Core Stage alone. There are also two to three thousand inner disciples in the Foundation Establishment Stage. As for the disciples in the Qi Refining Stage, there are also some handymen and mortals among the outer sects.
, the total number of people is at least one hundred thousand.
For the Southern Territory, the Beilan Sect is a truly large-scale sect, and countless low-level immortal cultivators are all proud to be able to worship the Beilan Sect.
Qishui Peak is surrounded by a small mountain peak hundreds of feet high, with green mountains and green water, and a picturesque scenery.
Dozens of people below the peak were walking in and out of rows of palaces, talking and laughing, and countless low-level disciples were flying through the mountains and forests.
Suddenly, a dark green spiritual light about ten feet long cut through the void, shot into the mountain peak almost instantly, and disappeared.
Some low-level disciples of the Beilan Sect couldn't help but stop and watch, with doubtful expressions on their faces.
But most people are not surprised, because they know that this is the communication method between high-level immortal cultivators - sword energy communication.
It is similar to the teleportation of low-level disciples like them, but teleportation is more limited by distance. In the Legend of Sword Qi, there is almost no distance limit. The only limitation is the person who sends the letter.
Realm cultivation.
Shortly after the sword light disappeared, a line of blood light dozens of feet long shot out from the cave on Qishui Peak, with a harsh roar, across the void, and disappeared into the clouds and sky in the distance.
"Ancestor is out."
Countless low-level monks looked at the bloody light with envy that had not completely dissipated, and murmured to themselves.
There were even many low-level monks who had been worshiping the Beilan Sect for ten or twenty years, and this was the first time they saw the Qishan Patriarch's Eun Guang. They all had expressions of admiration on their faces and remained silent for a long time.
In a valley three thousand miles away.
The scenery is dreamlike, with the entire valley filled with light clouds and mist. In the middle of the valley is a lake the size of an acre, surrounded by countless towering ancient trees. But on the side near the mouth of the valley, there is a half-acre lake beach.
of open space.
On the open space, there was a handsome young man wearing a blue robe, looking at the lake, seemingly lost in thought.
Suddenly, a bloody light fell from the sky and landed a few feet in front of the young man. When the bloody light dissipated, an old man wearing a linen robe was revealed. He was Patriarch Qi Shan, the third supreme elder of the Beilan Sect.
"Is it you?" Ancestor Qishan saw Xiao Lin and showed a shocked expression on his face after sensing his realm.
He was naturally deeply impressed by Xiao Lin, and he even sent many close disciples from the sect to guard Dancao Mountain, looking for traces of Xiao Lin.
If it wasn't for the purpose of preventing Patriarch Qingshan and Patriarch Qingshan from knowing the whereabouts of the key, he would have summoned the disciples within the sect and gone to Dancao Mountain to raise an army to question the crime.
He had also thought about going there in person, but when he entered the Dancao Mountain, he was horrified to find that there were three huge spiritual consciousnesses in the Dancao Mountain, which instantly locked onto him as he entered the Dancao Mountain.
These three spiritual consciousnesses obviously had a deep warning meaning, but they also really frightened Patriarch Qishan, and he turned around and left Dancao Mountain almost without thinking.
After returning to Dancao Mountain, he still had lingering fears. He couldn't figure it out anyway. Dancao Mountain was just a third-rate sect. There was only one Nascent Soul cultivator in the sect. When did two more Nascent Souls appear?
period monk.
If Dancao Mountain could have three Nascent Soul stage monks, it would almost immediately make it into a second-rate sect. Even if the Beilan Sect wanted to destroy such a sect, it would have to think carefully.
The ancestor of Qishan did not know that the spiritual lock he sensed was actually the three elders of Minggu sent by Fairy Yeyue to monitor and protect Dancao Mountain.
"Fellow Taoist Qishan, I haven't seen you for a long time." Xiao Lin looked at Patriarch Qishan and said with a smile.
"I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Xiao, whom I haven't seen for decades, has advanced to the Nascent Soul level. It's really gratifying and congratulatory." Ancestor Qi Shan said with a smile on his face.
"Xiao is just lucky."
When the ancestor of Qishan heard this, his face couldn't help but twitch.
"Fellow Daoist Xiao asked Old Dao to come here. What do you mean?"
When Xiao Lin heard this, he couldn't help but smile. Old Monster Qi Shan was obviously pretending to be confused.
But he didn't want to waste time with him here.
"Do you think fellow Taoist Qishan people know why?"
"Uh." Upon hearing this, Patriarch Qishan couldn't help but not knowing how to answer.
But Xiao Lin said directly: "Fellow Taoist Qishan, why don't you hand over the Langhuan chessboard?"
When Patriarch Qishan heard this, his expression turned gloomy.
"Does Fellow Daoist Xiao really think that he can conquer the old ways?"
After a pause, the ancestor of Qishan continued: "Fellow Daoist Xiao has the Langhuan key in his hand, and the old Taoist has the Langhuan chessboard on his body. Only by combining the two can we open the secret realm of Langhuan. Why don't we join forces, no matter in the secret realm of Langhuan?"
If you find some treasure, how about we share it equally?"
When Xiao Lin heard this, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.
Seeing this, Patriarch Qishan couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Through his spiritual sense, he knew that Xiao Lin, like himself, was also an immortal cultivator in the early stage of Nascent Soul.
But for some reason, looking at the person in front of him always gave him a feeling of palpitations, which made Patriarch Qi Shan not want to have a direct conflict with Xiao Lin.
Practitioners still have great faith in their own feelings.
Suddenly, Xiao Lin's face instantly darkened, a dark green light flashed behind him, a pair of green wings flashed away, and Xiao Lin's figure appeared directly behind the ancestor of Qishan.
He opened his mouth, and immediately accompanied by bursts of phoenix cries, twenty-four Qingluan ice swords came out. Almost instantly, the endless sword light surrounded the Qishan ancestor.
When the ancestor of Qishan saw this, he was horrified. Blood suddenly appeared on his body, and a bloody shield suddenly appeared. At the same time, two blood knives flashed with a large bloody light, covering his whole body.
When Xiao Lin saw this, he snorted coldly, pointed in the distance, twenty-four Qingluan Ice Swords criss-crossed, and countless sword lights, like sword rain, slashed towards the ancestor of Qishan.
A harsh metal collision sounded.
Ancestor Qishan's face soon turned pale. His two blood-turning magic swords were unable to resist Xiao Lin's magical flying sword. During the rounds of strangulation, the aura began to dissipate.
With a thought in his mind, Patriarch Qishan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood towards the bloody light in front of him. The Blood-Transforming Divine Sword suddenly became full of blood, and then condensed into a ball of blood, directly killing Xiao Lin's twenty-four mouthfuls of Qingluan Ice.
The sword light from the sword impacted and opened a gap.
Upon seeing this, Patriarch Qishan showed a hint of joy on his face, and almost without hesitation, he ducked and flew towards the gap.
But just as he reached the gap, a dark green light flashed before his eyes, and Xiao Lin appeared in front of him.
"Fellow Taoist Qishan, why bother leaving in a hurry when you just arrived? You'd better go back."
Xiao Lin opened his mouth, and a purple thunder suddenly shot out. Caught off guard, Qi Shan Patriarch only had time to use his thoughts to force the blood shield to block his face.
"Click."
The purple lightning struck directly on the blood shield, and the blood shield immediately dissipated, and dense cracks appeared on the body.
"puff."
Ancestor Qishan spat out a mouthful of blood, but he did not dare to continue forward, but retreated again.
Seeing this, a smile appeared on Xiao Lin's face, and the Qingluan Ice Sword emitted thousands of sword lights, filling the gap again.
"Fellow Daoist Xiao, you and I have no grudges, so why would we want to meet each other in life and death? At most, you and I will explore the Langhuan Secret Realm and I will only take one-third of the treasures obtained. If not, we can discuss a quarter."
Xiao Lin stood in the void, looking coldly at the huge ball of light formed by the sword light below, and did not reply.
In just a moment, the blood light in the ball of light began to dim.
"Fellow Daoist Xiao, please stop. The old Taoist is willing to offer you the Langhuan chessboard and will no longer argue with you."
But Xiao Lin still didn't make any move.
The twenty-four Qingluan Ice Swords emitted bursts of phoenix sounds and began to strangle the people inside.
The ancestor of Qishan suddenly began to plead hard.
But no matter how much he begged, Xiao Lin remained indifferent. He saw the bloody light disappear into nothingness as the ancestor of Qishan screamed, and then a bloody light appeared directly in front of Xiao Lin not far away.
A bloody Nascent Soul appeared, with a panicked expression, holding a silver star ring in both hands.
Yuanying saw Xiao Lin who was looking at him coldly at a glance. He was so frightened that he spouted out a mouthful of bloody essence without any hesitation, and then wrapped it in a ball of blood.
The blood light suddenly exploded, and the Qishan Patriarch's Nascent Soul disappeared without a trace.
A sneer appeared on Xiao Lin's face, a green light flashed behind him, and his figure disappeared without a trace.
Hundreds of feet away, Qishan Patriarch's Nascent Soul appeared, its small eyes darting around, as if to see if Xiao Lin was catching up.
Seeing that there was no figure of Xiao Lin around, he breathed a sigh of relief, but he did not dare to be negligent in the slightest. The blood light appeared again, and he was about to teleport again and escape.
Suddenly a large five-color net appeared in front of him, covering almost half of the sky.
The overwhelming crowd moved towards Qishan Patriarch’s Nascent Soul.
Ancestor Qishan's Nascent Soul spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and his little face showed a sluggish look. As the blood flashed, Patriarch Qishan's Nascent Soul disappeared without a trace again.
"Bang." This time, Qishan Patriarch's Nascent Soul didn't shoot very far, and directly revealed his figure.
There was a dazed expression on his little face. When he came back to his senses, he saw that he had hit a large five-color net, and he was frightened to the point of flying out of his mind.
As the blood flashed, I wanted to change direction and escape.
But the five-color net took advantage of the situation, and Qishan Patriarch's Nascent Soul was immediately tied up like a rice dumpling, and Xiao Lin smoothly held it in his hand.
"Xiao never cooperates with those who are chasing me."
At this time, Xiao Lin's voice came slowly.
"Fellow Daoist Xiao, the old Taoist is willing to offer the Langhuan chessboard. Please be merciful and bypass the old Taoist's Nascent Soul." The Nascent Soul of the ancestor of Qishan, which was wrapped in the five-yuan purple barrier, made a high-pitched voice and begged bitterly.
"Spare you, and then come back to seek revenge on Xiao someday?" Xiao Lin showed an expression that was half-smiling.
"No, no, the old Taoist can swear an oath from his inner demons. He will never seek revenge from fellow Taoist Xiao in this life. If he violates his oath, he will be punished by thunder and die."
"In this case, fellow Taoist Qishan should hand over the Langhuan chessboard first." Xiao Lin said without comment.
When Qishan Patriarch Nascent Soul heard this, a hint of joy flashed across his face, and he heard a relieved tone from Xiao Lin's words.
Thinking that Xiao Lin didn't want to get things done, he used his spiritual mind to sweep the star ring he held in his hands without hesitation.
A palm-sized cyan blue light suddenly appeared in front of Xiao Lin. Xiao Lin did not directly reach out to catch it, but instead used his spiritual thoughts to search for it several times in an instant.
After he was convinced that Patriarch Qishan was not tampering with it, he stretched out his hand and made a move.
The cyan blue light immediately fell into Xiao Lin's hands and was absorbed into the star ring.
"Fellow Daoist Xiao, the old Taoist Langhuan Chessboard has been handed over. Please be kind and let the old Taoist Nascent Soul go."
After putting away the Langhuan chessboard, a sharp look suddenly flashed across Xiao Lin's face.
Seeing this, Qishan Patriarch's Nascent Soul felt a bad feeling in his heart, but before he could say anything, he felt the light net that was holding him suddenly tighten. He didn't even have time to scream, and was directly trapped by the light net.
Pass through the body.
Large swaths of bloody starlight scattered in all directions and slowly disappeared into the sky.
Only a bright silver star ring was left, shining with a faint silver light in the five-yuan purple barrier.
Xiao Lin casually put away the star ring left by the ancestor of Qishan, and then turned it into a dark green spiritual light, flying towards the outside of the mountain. After a few flashes, it disappeared without a trace.
Xiao Lin has been cultivating immortality for two hundred years and is well aware of the cruelty of the world of immortality. He no longer feels the same compassion as when he first cultivated immortality.
This is because he knows very well that if he releases Ancestor Qishan's Nascent Soul today, he may face the endless pursuit of Ancestor Leishan and even Ancestor Qingshan in the future.
Moreover, Dancao Mountain will also be implicated by him. In a big battle, no matter who loses or wins, it will be a disaster for Dancao Mountain.
Therefore, Xiao Lin would not let the Qishan Patriarch’s Nascent Soul leave.
Although Patriarch Qishan made the inner demon oath, Xiao Lin would not leave the initiative in the hands of others.
.......
A few days later, Xiao Lin looked at the two statues above his head with a thoughtful expression on his face.
The scene when he, Tao Ling, and Third Young Master Xiao came to hunt for treasures is still vivid in his mind, as if it was yesterday. Now, the two of them have lost their voices, but he is still the same as before. This is the cruelty of the world of immortality.
Xiao Lin sighed softly, and then the star ring in his hand flashed, and a cyan chessboard and a silver key appeared in the void in front of Xiao Lin.