After half a stick of incense, Liang Yan stood in front of a dead tree with a thoughtful look on his face. Although the dead tree in front of him was bare and lifeless, it had a branch growing on the cracked trunk.
A tender green seedling is like a ray of life sprouting from withering.
"Withered trees come spring again. This is the place where life and death alternate, and where withering and prosperity reverse. If my calculations are correct, this should be the birth gate of the withering and glory formation!"
Liang Yan murmured to himself, then looked up at the place in front of him, and thought to himself: "It's just that this place is really weird. Although there is no spiritual energy surrounding it, I can faintly feel two powerful energies."
Although he had lost all his cultivation, his six senses were still there. At this moment, facing the unknown fear in front of him, he actually hesitated to move forward.
"No matter what! I don't have much time left. I'm going to die. It's better than waiting to die in the battle!"
Liang Yan focused his mind, stopped calculating the direction, put the octagonal compass in his sleeve with his backhand, and took a step towards the dead tree.
boom!
As he took this step, the entire withered tree formation seemed to shake slightly, and then two air currents, one black and one green, emerged from the trunk and saplings of the dead tree.
The two air currents intertwined and circled in mid-air, slowly rising, and finally formed a circular arch.
Liang Yan did not move, staring at the two-colored arch in mid-air, apparently slightly distracted.
"The green energy is full of vitality, but the black energy is lifeless. How can such two completely opposite forces be perfectly integrated here?"
However, before he could think anymore, the arch in mid-air suddenly opened, and thousands of green and black threads shot out from it, wrapping around Liang Yan's hands and feet respectively, and slowly pulled him towards the door.
Two completely different forces pulled repeatedly on his body. Liang Yan felt that the flesh and blood all over his body seemed to be broken. However, this situation did not last long. As he was pulled into the circular arch, all the black and green threads disappeared.
The smoke disappeared.
Liang Yan fell from mid-air and landed on his feet again. The power of life and death acting on his body no longer existed, and only the remaining pain in his body still reminded him that everything just now was not an illusion.
He turned his head and looked back, only to see that he was already outside the apricot forest. The flowers in the apricot forest were still blooming behind him, but Liang Yan was already fully aware of the strange and dangerous nature of it.
"The Sheng Gate of the Ku Rong Formation is indeed the place where life and death meet." Liang Yan muttered to himself, then raised his head to look at the mountain peak. He saw green vegetation on the top of the mountain, and a green ancestral hall was looming.
"It seems that that is the Temple of Immortality! The three hours originally promised are now less than one stick of incense left. I hope this 'Eternal Life Ephemera Wood' is really there, otherwise I may be trapped to death.
The painting is right."
Liang Yan no longer thought about it, put strength on his feet, mobilized all his strength, and ran towards the Immortality Temple on the top of the mountain.
It didn't take long for him to arrive at the entrance of the ancestral hall. He saw that the entire ancestral hall was made of blue bricks. It seemed to be in disrepair for many years. It was covered with moss and vines, and there were many cracks on the walls.
However, Liang Yan didn't care about this, but stepped directly through the gate and walked into the interior of the ancestral hall.
The inside of the ancestral hall is antique, with no cobwebs or holes as expected, and it can barely be considered bright and clean. There is an altar table in the middle, and dozens of tablets are neatly placed on the altar table, which seem to be the seats of the successive heads of the Kunwu Sword Sect.
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However, Liang Yan's eyes were not attracted by those tablets, so there was actually a scholar in Tsing Yi standing in front of the altar table!
This man had a wide robe and long sleeves, and a long green wood sword on his waist. His back was facing Liang Yan, and he was looking at the tablets on the altar table, seemingly in a daze.
"There is actually a second person on the top of the mountain!"
Liang Yan was startled, and he looked at the people in front of him with some uncertainty. You must know that this is the back mountain of Kunwu Sword Sect, with the Kurong Formation guarding the gate in front, and the cliffs at the back. There is no immortal magic or Taoism.
In this world, he really doesn't believe that martial arts alone can get him here.
Just when his thoughts were changing, the man in Tsing Yi at the altar suddenly turned around, looked at Liang Yan with a dull expression and said, "Old swordsman, after so many years of separation, your style remains the same!"
"You are." Liang Yan saw the person in front of him clearly, and saw that he was in his forties, with handsome appearance and regular facial features. However, there was a long and narrow scar running through his left eye, which ruined his elegant face.
"Why, the old swordsman has been in seclusion for many years, and he doesn't even recognize a certain family anymore?" Seeing Liang Yan's hesitation, the man in Tsing Yi showed a self-deprecating smile on his face, then pointed to the scar on his left eye, and said lightly
road:
"Although the old swordsman doesn't remember a certain family, the blind eye of a certain family always remembers the old swordsman. Every time he thinks of the old swordsman's shocking sword, the scar on his left eye always hurts!"
After hearing the words of the man in Tsing Yi, Liang Yan's heart suddenly moved, and he asked with some hesitation: "Are you Qing Yixuan, the leader of the Demon Cult?"
"Hahaha!"
The man in Tsing Yi seemed very happy and laughed loudly: "The old swordsman finally remembered Qing, I am really honored!"
"It's really you!" Liang Yan was stunned, and then he seemed to remember something and blurted out: "How did you get up the back mountain? Did you also pass the 'Ku Rong Formation'?"
"Kurong Formation?" Qing Yixuan was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "How can it be so troublesome? Qing already knew that the Houshan Patriarch's Ancestral Hall must be surrounded by many institutions, so he did not take the right path, but came up from the side of the cliff.
of."
"You can actually climb that ten thousand-foot cliff?" Liang Yan was slightly distracted when he heard this, and he was even more shocked. You must know that there is no aura in the world in this painting, and based on worldly martial arts alone, he really couldn't believe that someone could climb it.
Such a high cliff.
"What's this?" Qing Yixuan looked at Liang Yan's shocked look and seemed a little puzzled: "The two of us have reached the state of skill that is close to Taoism ten years ago. Climbing a mere cliff is not a good thing for you and me.
Isn’t it a piece of cake?”
After hearing this, Liang Yan subconsciously twitched the corner of his mouth, and said with a slight smile: "Should I congratulate the leader of the Demon Cult for his great improvement in martial arts?"
"Congratulations? Haha! The old swordsman is so polite. After all, Qing came here to take the old swordsman's head!"
Qing Yixuan said with a strange smile, took another step forward and said: "I originally made an appointment with the old swordsman for a duel tomorrow, but Qing was really itchy and couldn't bear it. When he learned that the old swordsman was going to the back mountain, Qing
Immediately climb the cliff, just for a fair fight with the old swordsman here without interference! Only one of you and I can make it down the mountain alive, and the other will be removed from the world from now on!"
Seeing Qing Yixuan touching the hilt of the sword at her waist with one hand and pressing towards him step by step, Liang Yan felt a thump in his heart and thought to himself:
