Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

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"They have been around for decades or hundreds of years. They have penetrated into the daily necessities of Hong Kong people's life, including the film and television industry, the financial industry, minibuses, taxis, wet markets...everything!"

"The people of Hong Kong are accustomed to their existence, the media is accustomed to it, and even the police are accustomed to it! It seems that the existence of these evil forces is natural!"

"But what you have done tells me that no evil force is invincible!"

"Justice may be late, but it will never be absent!"

"And only now do I understand that my father has never forgotten to avenge my mother all these years! He has also been collecting relevant evidence!"

"From now on, I will be fearless and dare to declare war on evil forces! Just like my father!"

"So, I want to thank you and every ordinary person who dares to fight against the evil forces!"

At this point, she put her legs together, her delicate body in police uniform straightened up, raised her right hand to her eyebrows, and gave a standard police salute to Jiang Tian.

That beautiful face was full of reverence, but there were crystal tears rolling in her beautiful eyes.

"Well, come on!"

"Your dad is a good policeman. Sometimes, fighting requires a way!"

Jiang Tian patted her shoulder, turned and walked towards the departure hall.

Xu Zixuan and Fang Minxia were reluctant to leave.

Fang Minxia stretched her neck and looked at Jiang Tian's disappearing figure inside the ticket gate.

"He's gone!" Xu Zixuan sighed.

"Yeah, he's gone!" Fang Minxia nodded, her eyes lonely.

The little goddess Xu Zixuan pursed her lips and said with a wry smile: "Don't look, he has left. If you look at him again, he will never come back!"

"well!"

Fang Minxia sighed, looked away, and looked at the sky outside the glass window.

I wonder if Jiang Tian’s flight might have flown there.

"He is a dragon and phoenix in the sky. After all, we and he are not from the same world!"

Xu Zixuan sighed quietly: "We only had a brief encounter with him!"

"yes!"

Fang Minxia looked away, smiled and said:

"Having this brief encounter is already very good! I feel that I am very lucky!"

"me too!"

Xu Zixuan took Fang Minxia's arm and walked out of Hong Kong Island Airport together.

…

When Jiang Tian set off for Russia.

Mount Emei, the red sun is spraying thinly, and there are thousands of clouds and mist.

In the early morning, many disciples were practicing in the martial arts field as usual.

Suddenly, an earth-shattering roar was heard.

Everyone looked up in astonishment and saw a ray of light that penetrated the heaven and earth, erupted from a large hall, and shot straight into the sky.

During the white training, I could vaguely see this man with a leopard head and ringed eyes, a ferocious face, and eyes like lightning.

A wide mouth reveals white teeth, a pair of small eyes like black beans, and a black beard with roots like swords and halberds, like steel brushes.

Although this man was wearing a blue Taoist robe, he did not have the peaceful aura of a monk. Instead, he was fierce and murderous, like a peerless general.

"This is……"

Song Shuangyan, who was practicing with a sword, was suddenly startled, so frightened that the sword almost dropped to the ground: "The master is out of seclusion!"

Boom!

The void shook, and a man stepped on his sword and shot out. It flew across hundreds of meters of void and landed on the martial arts field.

"Waiting to meet the sect master!"

Many elders, hall masters, and disciples all kowtowed to the ground with respectful eyes.

Whoosh!

Emei headmaster Hao Taichong opened his mouth and took a deep breath. The blood-colored sword suddenly shrank in size, fell into his mouth, and was swallowed by him.

"Use your body to nourish your sword!"

Seeing this scene, several old men who had reached the divine realm were even more frightened, and their faces became even more respectful:

"Congratulations, Master, for mastering the 'Blood Divine Sword'. This time you have become a true immortal!"

Hao Taichong didn't answer. He didn't care. He just glanced at the audience and asked in a loud voice: "Who is Song Shuangyan?"

"Disciple Song Shuangyan, pay your respects to the master!"

Among the crowd, Song Shuangyan, who was dressed in plain clothes and looked even more extraordinary, stepped forward quickly and bowed.

"I have seen the remnant picture of the Immortal Ruins. It is true! From now on, you are my direct disciple!" Hao Taichong said flatly.

"Thank you, master!"

Song Shuangyan's eyes were excited, and she quickly knelt down and knelt down, feeling secretly angry in her heart.

Jiang Tian, ​​Jiang Tian, ​​Hao Taichong is already at the level of a human immortal. Isn’t it easy to kill you?

"The master came out of seclusion this time..." asked an elder.

"It's time for the opening of the 'Sword Tomb' where the Nine Swords Immortal fell once every eleven years. I missed it last time in retreat. This time, I'm going to go anyway!"

Hao Taichong flicked his sleeves and said disdainfully:

"By the way, kill Jiang Taichu!"

As he spoke, two rays of real sword light shot out from his eyes, as if they could cut through the heaven and the earth.

Song Shuangyan was filled with surprise and hurriedly bowed: "Master, I am willing to accompany you this time!"

"Yes!"

Hao Taichong behaved evilly and said:

"He killed my beloved disciple Baidi Cheng, and also killed my sister Hao Hongmei! This time, Pindao let him know the true power of the Emei Sword Sect!"

…

At Dian Cang.

Boom!

There was a loud noise.

Many disciples saw it.

Moyunding among the Nineteen Peaks of Diancang was directly smashed into pieces by a mountain peak falling from the sky.

"Is there a strong one coming?"

"Who! Who is causing trouble!"

"It's a master of magic!"

Many disciples were frightened and were waiting with swords in hand.

"No! It's not an attack from a master! This is a breakthrough from the master! He's half a step into a human being, and he's already moving to the mountain realm!"

Liang Zichen, the elder who taught the technique, looked in the direction of Mo Yunding with surprise on his face.

despair!

Everyone saw a figure wearing a white Taoist robe, flying across a distance of several kilometers on a white cloud.

As soon as this person landed, he turned out to be a young man with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, long hair shawl, tall figure, and vigorous aura.

If he hadn't been wearing a special brocade-patterned Taoist robe and holding a cloud-patterned sword that could only be used by the sect leader, no one would have realized that this was Zhou Zixuan, the leader of the Diancang sect.

"Returning to youth, is this... the realm of immortality?"

Liang Zichen was shocked and stunned.

"Congratulations to the sect leader for breaking through to half-level of human immortality! I wish the sect master a profound cultivation and a thousand years of life!"

Liang Zichen led many elders and disciples to kneel on the ground and pray respectfully.

"Get flat!"

Zhou Zixuan said with a happy face:

"This is all thanks to Jiang Taichu, who put great pressure on me and made me work hard. Within a year, I broke through the three realms of moving mountains, Qitian, and immortality, and finally stepped into the half-step of immortality! Stepped into the true world The realm of immortality!"

When Liang Zichen heard this, he stopped talking.

"Zi Chen, you and the five elders will follow me down the mountain to the 'Sword Tomb', a bitter cold place in the far north..."

Zhou Zixuan said in a deep voice.

"Senior brother, are you not going to avenge the tragic death of Haitao and the others?"

Liang Zichen frowned.

"No!"

Zhou Zixuan's eyes glowed with greed, and he sneered: "This time when I leave the mountain, I will force Jiang Taichu to reveal the techniques he practiced! I heard people say that he probably came from the Immortal Ruins!"

…

In Tianshan.

Snow capped, thousands of miles frozen.

Under the watchful eyes of many disciples.

Click!

A stone door that had been frozen for decades opened a crack in the thick ice crystal snowflakes. Then, the door suddenly opened, and an old man wearing a long gown walked out.

"I've been in seclusion for thirty years. Ahem, cough, cough, I'm finally out of seclusion! I'm afraid the world no longer knows me!"

The old man was leaning on a crutch with a withered plum, his fist blocked his mouth, and he was coughing repeatedly. A sickly flush appeared on his originally sallow face.

This old man is wearing an ancient sheepskin long coat, just like a villager or farmer in the Qing Dynasty.

His face is haggard, his breath is weak, his waist is stooped, he is old, and he seems to be about to run out of oil.

He said nothing.

But within a radius of ten miles, billions of snowflakes suddenly hovered, as if they were held in the air by magic.

"I heard that a boy named Jiang Taichu has emerged in the secular world! He may be a visitor from the Immortal Ruins and possesses supreme skills!"

Li Jiuyou, the leader of Tianshan Mountain, smiled strangely, then took a step into the air, soared into the air, and flew towards the bottom of the mountain like a dragon:

"When I leave seclusion this time, I must find the secret of the sword tomb. If I dare to make the sun and moon change the sky, I will kill Jiang Taichu!"

After he swept ten miles away, the snowflakes in this area fell one after another.

"I sincerely wish Master that he will win the battle, obtain the secret treasure in the sword tomb, and slay Jiang Taichu to establish unparalleled power!"

Behind him, a group of disciples knelt down, as if they were seeing gods.

…

Canada, Vancouver, Hongmen International Association Headquarters.

Hongmen Headquarters!

A 199-story modern building overlooking the rolling Pacific Ocean. The blue glass curtain wall shines in the sunlight.

The entire building is solemn and majestic, like a blue sword piercing the sky.

On the top floor, there is a super hall with an area of ​​3,000 square meters, but it is decorated in an antique style.

Sculpted corridors and painted buildings, continuous palaces, small bridges and flowing water, rockeries and strange rocks, and nine winding corridors are like traveling through time and space and stepping into the Suzhou gardens of the Qing Dynasty.

At this time, the president, who was wearing a long coat, and many Hongmen disciples, bowed slightly, looking nervously and expectantly at a crystal coffin.

In the coffin, lay a young man wearing the garb of a Qing Dynasty scribe.

Although this man had long black hair and handsome features, there was no blood in his body, and his skin was almost transparent.

Time flows slowly.

President Hongmen frowned more and more, and sighed with regret in his heart: "The Patriarch's blood clotting stopped his lifespan a hundred years ago. The experts in the meeting predicted that the Patriarch will wake up in the near future, but now..."

"But for several months, the Patriarch has shown no sign of waking up. Could it be that the Patriarch has truly died?"

Just when the president was disappointed and thought that today would be like every other day, he was about to turn around and leave.

Suddenly, click.

A crack appeared on the crystal coffin.

Red light flashed, colorful clouds gushed out, and a strong blood energy filled the air like clouds.

"This, this, Master is about to wake up?"

Many Hongmen disciples looked at each other and saw the look of shock and ecstasy on each other's faces.

"Quiet! Don't disturb the ancestor when he comes out of seclusion!"

President Hongmen glared at everyone and trembled all over, whether he was frightened or excited.

boom!

A blood rainbow broke through the roof, like a bloody sword, with the potential to destroy the sky and the earth, shooting straight into the sky.

Suddenly, the entire hall seemed to be swept by a bloody hurricane.

Rocks flew everywhere, buildings collapsed, man-made rivers hung upside down, glass windows shattered, and countless fragments flew in the air like butterflies.

Everyone was bombarded by a majestic strange force and flew backwards, lying on the ground in embarrassment.

The smoke was billowing, and the blood was red.

Everyone saw the figure standing up slowly from the fragments of the coffin, walking step by step like a god with its feet on the eternal blue sky.