Immortal Sword Master

A few people were in no hurry and waited quietly.

Time passes day by day, snow and snow accumulate, but every few days, it will be automatically cleaned by an invisible force.

Finally, fifteen days later. A blue light flew in the snow.

The green light meandered in an arc, and floated lightly on the open space behind several people. One of them appeared.

"Brothers, I am here to take on the mission."

The man groaned.

Several people looked up at this person.

His complexion was sturdy, his appearance was plain, and his right face was covered with a red scar, lying on his face like a cricket. Long black hair spread over his shoulders, giving a wild and unruly temperament.

This man's age is constant at about 30 years old, and he should be a late bloomer.

"Then start the Nether Ceremony."

One of them with a pointed hat whispered.

"it is good."

The man nodded.

"Still on the altar," the sharp-hat man said in a deep voice.

The man walked up to the altar and stood.

Huh!

Several men with pointed hats twitched their hands at the same time.

More than a dozen hand prints were printed at the same time, floated in the air by Zhenli, and condensed into silver light clusters of different forms.

When there were hundreds of fingerprints, all of them suddenly shot at the altar man.

boom! !! !!

He just felt a burst of white light burst from his eyes. The ears roared.

The whole person seemed to be thrown into the drum and turned hard.

I don't know how long after that, the white light in front of the man's eyes slowly dimmed.

Pingshanjie Center.

"The disciple Qingqiu is Ran, and the whole ancestor pleads with the upper world to show spirits !!!"

In a large and magnificent Taoist temple, dozens of people fell to the ground, led by a white-haired old man full of silver runes, and worshiped respectfully towards an altar.

The morning sun sprinkled down and divided the Taoist compound into two, dark on one side and golden on the other.

Dozens of people's cultivation has turned into a thin line of cyan, which has continuously merged into the white jade altar and passed to unknown unknown places.

"The ancestor of the Huaying Sect was born, and he pressed me to the end of Qingyuan Gate. The demon was born, and all peoples were suffering. As a last resort, they were connected to the upper world.

The old man respected Shen and bowed down.

Qingyuan Gate of Pingshanjie was originally the first Xuanmen authentic in the world. He has ruled the gate for thousands of years, and the position of world hegemon is unshakable.

But just a few years ago, in an independent kingdom, the three princes had no intention of finding a relic, which unsealed a troll who suppressed the seal thousands of years ago.

Qing Yuanmen ordered a wanted order, but he did not expect many powerful masters to be dispatched, but he was defeated and defeated. The three princes also gradually grew under the guidance of the trolls, and now it has become a climate.

The authentic status of the Qingyuan Gate Xuanmen was vaguely shaken. The emperors of various countries also faintly had the ambition of being unwilling to be ruled, and began to make small movements.

"Zongmen is majestic and must not be provoked. The glory of Bihu is the cornerstone of the world."

"All the demons are outside, kill without amnesty!"

There was a deep, rustling voice coming down from the sky.

The old man Qingqiu stood up, his face was so calm, took over the dark gold knife handed over by one person. Gently swipe on your wrist.

A trace of blood quickly flew out and poured into the altar.

boom! !! !!

Instantly thunder and electric, sunny thunder and thunder.

A white pillar of light descended from the sky and landed in the middle of an altar more than ten meters wide.

In the beam of light, a man in a green robe emerged slowly, and his body was surrounded by a twist of space.

That was a sign that space could not bear its existence.

"Greetings are coming!"

The old man Qingqiu Zhengran once again bowed down with all the people in Zongmen.

His granddaughter, Qing Qiu Yuan, was bowing his head, carefully tilting his head, and peeking at what the immortal from the upper world would look like.

Through the distortion of space, the imposing majesty. She could barely see what it looked like.

The shawl with long black hair, once the face is scarred, looks indifferent, revealing an invisible power that cannot be seen directly.

After just glancing a few more times in a row, Qingqiu Garden felt some tingling in his eyes, and seemed to be hurt by the strong light released by the altar.

"Welcome to the General!"

The old man Qingqiu Ran quickly pressed his granddaughter's head.

"Please also ask Xian to rest first. Disciples will later discuss the specific situation."

Lin Xin looked around, and he could obviously feel that the space here was much more unstable than the human world.

Even the prefecture is not as good. The space is like the same yoke, or it is not very strong. A light movement is like being able to break free.

I feel a little uncomfortable.

The vitality of the heavens and the earth in the breath is also poor.

"Really barren ..."

He frowned slightly, staying in this environment for a long time, fearing that the repair would gradually decline.

"Okay, give me a break first."

He glanced at a large area of ​​monks kneeling around, let alone call them monks.

Because he was in the old man in front of him and felt the breath of monk Jiedan, the rest were either building a base or practicing Qi, but there was only one Jiedan real person in the entire gate.

And he sensed it carefully, the real breath of Dandan was still very mixed, it seemed to be mixed with a lot of medicinal gas, obviously it was necessary to take up the medicine.

As for the little girl next to him, at the age of fifteen or sixteen, he was the only super little rookie on the scene who even started training.

When the space is twisted and vibrated, he dare to look directly at the rays of the array method, and he is not afraid to be blinded.

In an instant, Lin Xin's mind probably understood what world he came from.

A low-lying, low-lying world.

When he got off the altar, he tried to converge the aura of the guards around him, and transformed it into radiation that suppressed his body inward.

In this way, the guardian's aura can just converge on his too arrogant flesh, causing spatial shocks and fluctuations.

"Xian will please!"

The old man Qingqiu was respectful.

Lin Xin's whole body gradually distorted and disappeared, no longer emitting the terrifying space distortion.

He nodded, followed by Qing Qiu Zhengran, under the guard of a large group of monks, left the middle courtyard of Taoist Temple, and walked into the gorgeous loft at the rear.

Entering the attic, there were already beautiful maids who had already arranged to stand in two rows, and bowed to the body and saluted.

"Greetings are coming."

The crisp, neat voice echoed.

"Please here." The old man took Lin Xin, and soon came to the back of Taoist Temple, an independent and spacious courtyard.

In the courtyard is a five-story white minaret surrounded by guards wearing rune armor.

There are small bridges and flowing water next to the high tower, mountain stone gardens, and the girls with the best appearance are all dressed in tulle, and are picking petals in the garden with their mouths.

"Here is the place where the immortal will stay temporarily. The nether is dirty and turbid, and he can only make up for it from other aspects. For the time being, he will respect the immortal." The old man respected.

"Good." Lin Xin nodded with satisfaction.

When I walked in, I felt that I had a lot of energy, apparently, the spirit stone array was buried nearby. Although it is still inferior to the human world, it is also equivalent to one-half of the land government.

The old man temporarily retired, leaving a young and beautiful woman Xiu waiting to be ordered to serve Lin Xin at any time.

Lin Xin entered the tower. Under the guidance of the nuns, he became familiar with the environment and went directly into the room to rest.

After a while.

Alas.

The door was knocked.

"Who?"

Lin Xin asked casually.

"Master Xian, it's me, Duning."

Du Ning is a beautiful nun who led Lin into the tower.

"In."

When Lin Xin was thinking, the vitality automatically opened the door latch.

Du Ning changed into a pure white one-piece skirt, exposing ivory long legs, and her chest was bulging to almost burst her clothes.

With long red hair and a loose waist, her face was obviously painted with light makeup, her cheeks were gleaming, and her eyes were faintly lingering.

"The master's information has been sent. Please ask Xian to look around."

She carefully, slowly, put the jade in her hand on the table in the room, slightly raised her hips, pretending to unintentionally expose the scenery under her skirt in the direction of Lin Xin.

"Okay, you can go out."

An impatient voice interrupted her movement.

Duning froze, but immediately smiled.

"Yes."

She went out and closed the door gently.

"If there is any need, the general can directly order it from the repair. There are thin lines on the wall, which can directly lead to the 36 different rooms in the tower. Each room has a design passage and directly connects to the adult room."

When she finally left, she said something softly.

If it is elsewhere, perhaps Lin Xin does not care about such a pastime and relaxation.

But the woman here is too utilitarian and purposeful, he has no interest in staying here or something.

When simply venting, in his identity, when can't he find it?

Sitting on the wooden bed with his knees crossed, he reached out a move, and then Yu Jian flew over and fell into his hands.

The only closed-eye induction, the contents of Jade Bamboo suddenly came to mind.

The task this time is to support the Nether, which should be the biggest problem facing the Qingyuan Gate now, annihilating the three princes and the troll head that came out of the seal, and suppressing the ancestor of Huaying Sect.

For the first mission, Lin Xin was extra careful. This is also the first time he has worn the world physically.

After reading the information, he probably understood what the mission was.

The troll and the three princes ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ as well as the masters and characteristics of the ancestor of Huayingzong are also described in the materials.

"If according to the information, Huaying Zong reckons, this so-called three princes have reached the middle and late stages of building base. That troll has a level of Dandan. But I don't know which level."

He touched his chin. The task seemed simple and it was not difficult to solve. No wonder so few contributions.

"It's just that ... in just a few years, I can grow from an ordinary mortal to the middle and late stages of building foundation .... This speed is fast even in Bihu Mountain ..."

He felt faintly strange.

"Forget it, don't think about it. Even if the two ants are jumping again, the gap is too big, just crush the past."

He no longer thought about it. He crossed his knees slowly into a hidden practice. Qing Yuan definitely lacked vitality and could not practice, but he could practice the fire cloud method.

This method is not to look at the quality of vitality, but to look at perception, understanding, level, and state. (To be continued.) Enable new URL