The First Sword of the Earth

Tianfeng?

In the vast void between the Tianfeng galaxy and the ancient battlefield, the figure of the white-robed man stood quietly, as if hesitating for something.

He raised his left hand, aimed his palm at the sun star in the center of Tianfeng star, hesitated, and slowly lowered his arm.

It is indeed too risky, it is easy to wipe out a few stars, but if those ghosts smell the clues, it will cause endless troubles for Xiao Shisan and the others.

That's all, let's laugh when Thirteen laughs.

The white-robed man was just about to leave this place, but he seemed to hear something in the void, and pinched his fingers in the direction of Tianfeng Samsung.

There seemed to be ripples in the void, and the old man seemed to know something, showing a little doubt.

"Northern River Sword Sect... the top ten sects of Eastern Tianyu? Where did the jumping clown come from, dare to bully me, the heir of Chunyang!"

Taking a step forward, it was as if an invisible portal had opened in the void. When the old man reappeared, he had already left the three stars of Tianfeng and the ancient battlefield far behind.

Moving forward step by step, like walking among the stars, the starry sky is like a curtain that is constantly being pulled, and in the blink of an eye, countless scenery have been changed.

Moving like this, to the old man, it seems that he is just walking normally, without any remaining breath.

I don't know how long he walked, let alone how long he has crossed in the endless starry sky. When he stopped this leisurely pace, he had already stopped in front of a huge maroon sun star, standing with his hands behind his back.

This is also a rare spectacle.

Six stars of about the same size are evenly distributed in six circular orbits around this sun star. A black giant sword as big as a mountain is suspended above each star. These giant swords seem to fall down at any time, and these stars will be completely penetrating.

An invisible formation enveloped the entire stellar galaxy, and all the primordial holes above the six stars were closed, allowing only primordial energy to be exchanged.

The six-faced stele stands on the edge of the star system, and each stele exudes a mysterious dao rhyme, which can immediately attract the attention of people passing by here.

There are only two words of the Dao on the stone tablet. No matter what kind of creature it is, as long as the cultivation level can reach the realm of the real fairy, they can realize the same artistic conception on this article——

Sword faction, North River.

"It's pretty impressive."

The white-robed man sneered, and there was a sound like shackles breaking from all over his body, and there were wrinkles visible to the naked eye in the surrounding void.

When the white-robed man's own aura was fully unfolded, he didn't move, but his eyes flashed, and the movement of the six stars in front of him seemed to stop at the same time;

In an instant, hundreds of thousands of sword cultivators who practiced above the six stars spat out a mouthful of blood at the same time!

People under the real fairyland just feel that they are depressed, but the cultivators of the heavenly fairyland feel that their way is trembling, unable to control themselves, as if their own way is constantly screaming;

And on each star there are one or two longevity golden immortals, no matter what kind of way they cultivate, what kind of soul or physical way they walk, they are all pale at the moment, and their whole body is twitching non-stop.

At this moment, on the star closest to Yangxing, a huge figure slowly stood up. It looked like a middle-aged scribe, looking at the place where the white-robed man was.

There was no glaring, no loud questioning.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of thousands of monks from the Chunyang Sword Sect, the patriarch and former head of the sect respectfully bowed to the void.

"I don't know which senior passed by the humble house. If there is any negligence, I ask the senior to forgive me."

At this moment, a calm greeting came from the void: "Who is your master?"

"Family teacher, Daoist Huang Xu..."

The white-robed man frowned, "Oh? Are you actually the disciple of that eel spirit?"

The face of the middle-aged scribe was slightly embarrassed, but feeling the tyrannical coercion that could crush him at any time, he could only bow his head and say:

"But which of my Beihe Sword Sect's blind-minded disciples offended senior? This junior must punish this person severely!"

The white-robed man groaned.

The eel's disciple,

It's not good to kill them directly, after all, they wandered together for tens of thousands of years in ancient times, and they have a deep friendship.

He couldn't say that he wanted to teach them a few words because of Tianfeng, which would be too cheap...

Cough, this will inevitably expose the traces of Xiao Shisan and the Goddess, which is not good for them.

Calculating with his fingers, the white-robed man's gaze fell on the third star of the Beihe Sword Sect. He waved his left hand, and the sleeve of his robe shook. The six stars trembled in unison, and the six mountain-sized stone swords almost shattered at the same time.

Not only that, at this time, the 'Peak Lord of Six Peaks' and 'Eight Swords Elder', a total of 18 'masters' who were at the immortal level or approached the immortal level were full of shock. With the collapse of the stone sword, the door to the advancement of one's own realm was completely sealed!

And on the third star, in a mountain peak where Li Tianyao, the young master of Tianfengmen, was wearing a gray Taoist robe, the middle-aged Jianxiu was pale, clutching his chest and spurting a mouthful of blood. The air is like a balloon, crazily lost...

"Feng Er Daoxing is 100,000 years old. If you are an old friend's disciple, you won't be held accountable."

The man in white swept his sleeves, turned and walked towards the void.

The founder of the Beihe Sword Sect was full of bitterness. All the masters in the sect were sealed for 100,000 years of practice, which means that the next 100,000 years of cultivation will be locked up, and they will not be able to gain any insight, and will not be able to make any progress. It's light, but fortunately, this mighty man didn't directly kill the eighteen people including him.

Otherwise, it will be hundreds of years before the Beihe Sword Sect falls apart...

The rules of the endless starry sky are like this, the strong are respected, and they are insulted and sealed by people indistinctly, but at this time they still have to bow respectfully and say:

"Congratulations to the seniors."

But the voice of the white-robed man resounded from the heart of the founder of Beihe Sword Sect:

'Although the eel spirit has a bad temper, he is the best at being wise and protecting himself. As his disciple, you have never learned this way at all.

Don't stretch your hands too far, can't you practice steadily?

If you don't know how to repent, next time someone comes to your Beihe Sword Sect, you may not have such a good temper as Pindao. '

'If you dare to ask the title of the senior, the junior will offer incense and pray day and night...'

'Poverty and pure Yangzi. '

Pure Yang? Celestial God Lu!

The face of the middle-aged scribe was full of shock, and before he could reply a word, several bursts of tyrannical pressure suddenly came from the depths of the void.

Hundreds of thousands of monks of the Beihe Sword Sect were crushed to the ground almost at the same time, and the sources of the coercion quickly escaped, passing over the Beihe Sword Sect, and chasing directly to the place where the white-robed man left.

Suddenly, the universe trembled, and a piece of starlight flickered in the distant starry sky, and the avenues intertwined in the void were plucked like strings.

But what was played was the sound of clanging and killing!

After a while, the Golden Crow called out, and a flash of fire pierced through the starry sky, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

And in the depths of the void, following the veins of the avenue, came a voice full of angry women shouting:

"Lu Dongbin, you unlucky person! I must tie you back and refine you into a medicine chrysalis!"

This 'Enemy of Heaven' is so terrifying...

The middle-aged scribe of the Beihe Sword Sect standing on the top of the mountain smiled wryly, his own projection was always standing above the stars, maintaining the appearance of Daoist bowing.

They are powerful in fighting skills, and they will harm the fish in Chi Yu. Their small family of swordsmen will just wait and see.

Finally, the middle-aged scribe breathed a sigh of relief when the last breaths disappeared.

"The masters, elders, and inner disciples of all peaks, come to the main peak to discuss matters!"

...

At the junction of Dongtianyu and Beitianyu, in a section of boundless void without any stars, a golden crow appeared out of thin air, then restrained its breath, and turned into a handsome fairy in white clothes.

But then, his face became very old, and his own realm was perfectly hidden.

Chun Yangzi looked down at his left hand, a square bronze box was suspended in the palm of his hand; and his gaze seemed to pass through the box, and landed on the severed finger inside.

"Why...there is such a change..."

He murmured, and his figure disappeared into the void, strangely disappearing, without even the slightest fluctuation.

...

A few days ago, in a courtyard in Fengmo Xingxinghai City.

A group of people sat around the stone table while looking at the wine glass on the table.

Zhang Zikuang said in a deep voice, "This...should be considered a cultural relic, right?"

"Bah," Fan Tuan rolled his eyes, "This was just used by the ancestor of Fei Yu, so why is it considered a cultural relic!"

"Chunyangzi found this place?" Master Huai Jing murmured, "Why don't you let him destroy the Tianfengmen?"

Wang Sheng said with a smile: "The patriarch is also avoiding the pursuit of some enemies in heaven at this time, it is inconvenient to show up, otherwise we may be implicated."

Surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

Yao Yun, who was holding the jade dish, said angrily, "Why is he the only one who is stared at and hunted down by so many old people in the heaven? I'm afraid it's not as simple as the enemy of the heaven."

Wang Sheng and senior sister looked at each other.

The thirteen princesses have been complaining about their patriarch for a long time. We don't dare to ask what's going on here, and we don't know.

"Do you want to invite some experts from the Heavenly Court to help?" Yao Yun shook the jade plate in his hand, "This Chunyangzi has done a useful thing, and there are many masters' whereabouts here."

Wang Sheng was a little moved, but Huai Jing said: "You should not act rashly."

"Why?"

"The coming of one or two masters seems to be able to solve the urgent need, but it is equivalent to exposing the earth to the masters of hundreds of races," Huai Jing said with a smile, "Now our situation is not in danger, what we need is patience, and more importantly It is to avoid being associated with the Heavenly Court's counterattack army more than 100,000 years ago.

The last counterattack, the hundreds of clans initially responded in a very messy manner, but once the heavenly court showed a tendency to restore, these forces that destroyed the heavenly court felt an unprecedented crisis, and once again pressed their respective contradictions and united with each other, only then did Emperor Ziwei come into being. Ultimately hate.

The principle of boiling frogs in warm water also applies here. "

"That's right," several people nodded at the same time.

Yao Yun threw the jade plate into Wang Sheng's hand, and suddenly asked, "What good things did your ancestor leave you?"

Wang Daochang smiled slightly, and took out the jade finger.

There are a lot of things inside, but... they are not very practical...