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White Mountain.

black water.

The vast land.

Above the sky!

With a touch of golden rainbow, it went straight to the horizon.

The comet tail brought by the falling meteor burns the endless beauty brought by itself.

Where the golden rainbow falls, there is a strange mountain.

The strange mountain is tens of thousands of feet high, but it breaks through it for no reason, as if it was cut through by an irresistible great force.

Don't look at this strange mountain in dilapidated condition, but the aura that diffuses from the broken place in the mountain is stronger than anywhere else.

On the top of the strange mountain, there are countless palaces built along the mountain. These palaces of the Qing Dynasty are looming in the sea of ​​clouds, which is quite magical. If you look at it from a distance, it will make you feel relaxed and happy.

At the foot of Qishan Mountain, there is a cave, which is the only way up the mountain.

Above the cave, there are a few vigorous and powerful golden seal characters: Xuanji Dongtian!
That's right!
This place is the root of Xuanji Cave.

In the world of comprehension, there are thousands of sects and sects, but the establishment of these sects must have two roots.

The first root is that there are people!

First of all, one must have the great ability to establish a sect, and those who can achieve human cultivation from scratch must be able to withstand the existence of strong winds and waves.

Therefore, the first foundation of establishing a sect is people.

Counting all the sects in the world, the patriarchs are all powerful existences without exception, only the strong can be recognized, and only the strong can have the premise of opening the sect.

of course!

In addition to people, the development of sects also requires a chassis.

Practitioners compete with the heavens for longevity, which is an unacceptable behavior. Therefore, every time a practitioner has an opportunity to advance, he will be punished by the gods, commonly known as "heavenly calamity".

After the catastrophe, it has become a lingering nightmare for all practitioners, accompanied by the long and boring life of practitioners.

Since practitioners want to compete with the heavens for longevity, practitioners can only concentrate all the cultivation resources in the world and desperately improve their cultivation, so that they can survive against the sky when the catastrophe falls.

Therefore, practitioners are very concerned about external objects.

The same is true for the existence of sects. As a gathering place for practitioners, the purpose of each existence is to better compete for cultivation resources, so there is no doubt that the most favorable cultivation environment must be the goal of all sects.

Counting the cultivation worlds all over the world, although there are countless sects, there are only a few blessed places.

That's right, the mountain of sharpened blades in front of you is a "celestial paradise" that countless sects envy.

Xuanji Dongtian!

It is the location of the main altar of Xuanji Sect, one of the top ten sects in the world!

Inside the Xuanji Gate, in the center of the foreign affairs ancestral hall, sat a little boy taking a nap.

As a servant boy of the Foreign Affairs Ancestral Hall, the only job on duty is to take care of the cleaning of the Ancestral Hall, and to pay attention to any movement in the Foreign Affairs Ancestral Hall.

In the ancestral hall, hundreds of memorial tablets are enshrined.

This tablet is called "Sheng Pai"!
The so-called raw card is a token refined by the blood of a field disciple of the Xuanji Sect.

If the birth card is there, it means that the disciple is all right.

The little boy was dozing off when he suddenly heard a "click".

"Oh! It's not a big deal!" Little Tong'er opened his heavy eyelids, looked in the direction of the tablet, and then jumped up like a monkey whose butt was burned.

"The big thing is not good, the big thing is not good!" Xiao Tong'er grabbed a broken card and ran out of the lobby quickly.

In the Deacon Hall outside the Xuanji Gate, the deputy head in charge of the deacons was cleaning his weapons.

Being a deacon is very boring. The deputy hall master always likes to fight and kill, but due to the rules in the sect, he can't run around indiscriminately when he is on duty.

Just when I was bored, a little boy ran in yelling.

"Vice hall master, something is wrong!" the little boy yelled.

"What's so noisy, it looks like something that can't be put on the stage." The deputy hall master sneered.

The little Tong'er knelt down in front of the deputy hall master and said: "Master Deacon, just now, someone's card was broken."

"Oh?" The deputy hall master became interested in an instant, reached out to fish Tong'er, and directly fished the broken card from Tong'er's arms into his hand.

"Lin Qing?"

The deputy hall master thought for a while and then said: "The apprentice and grandson of the old ghost Tianhen, isn't this guy sent to Qingtian City, why did he die?"

"I don't know." The boy knelt on the ground and dared not vent his anger.

This deacon is notoriously bad tempered.

"Fuck you, I didn't ask you." The deputy hall master suddenly lost his temper.

Hearing this, Xiao Tong'er immediately stood up and ran away, obviously afraid of the deputy hall master.

The deputy hall master didn't bother to take care of a small servant boy from the outer sect, he just pinched the broken tablet in his hand as if missing something.

Immediately, the deputy hall master disappeared in place, and looking at the figure again, he had left the hall and flew in the air.

Not long after, the deputy hall master arrived at a mountain peak.

The Xuanji Sect has been passed down for thousands of years, and its branches and leaves have already blossomed. Just the main line of the original sect, now there are many flowers, let alone those side branches.

In front of you is the mountain gate of the main branch of Xuanji Sect, and the owner of the gate is naturally the famous old monster Tianhen.

As soon as the deputy hall master arrived at the mountain gate, an indifferent voice sounded: "Wu Gou, as the deacon of the outer sect, what are you doing at the gate of my main branch?"

The deputy hall master put away his originally rebellious expression, stood in the void and bowed to the mountain gate with great respect: "Senior Tianhen, this junior is here to present your order's birth card."

"Who?" The indifferent voice sounded again.

"Lin Qing, who was dispatched to serve as the Lord of Qingtian City."

"What's the matter?" asked the indifferent voice.

"Not long ago, Lin Qing's life card was damaged, and he is probably dead." The deputy hall master said: "The responsibility is, the junior came to inform."

"Understood, back off!"

Hearing the news that his apprentice had been killed, his indifferent voice remained unmoved in the slightest, and even the tone of his speech did not fluctuate in the slightest, which could be said to be emotionless.

"This...Senior Tianhen, do you need this junior to help you solve your problems." The deputy hall master said.

Although Wu Gou is an expensive deacon of the outer sect, he has not squeezed into the core circle of the inner sect of the Xuanji sect after all. For this reason, the ambitious Wu Gou will not let go of any chance to climb up. For example, now... the old Tianhen The blame is a giant in the sky, once you climb it, your future will be guaranteed.

but……

The old monster Tianhen said coldly: "When will it be the turn of outsiders to do the old man's affairs? You can do whatever you want, don't be an eyesore here!"

Hearing this, Wu Gou didn't dare to do anything wrong, so he turned around and flew away.

Inside the mountain gate, the old monster Skyline is operating beside the alchemy furnace. The furnace is raging with a strange medicinal fragrance.

"Master, Senior Brother Lin Qing was killed, why don't you ask about this matter?"

The old monster Tianhen, who was fanning his fan beside the alchemy furnace, responded coldly: "If a hundred Lin Qing die, they are not as important as this furnace of pills."