Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Renwu year, Mid-Autumn Festival in August.

Spring goes and autumn comes. Unknowingly, four years have passed since the world-shaking meeting on earth. Ye Xiaochuan has also been away from Yuan Xiaolou for three years.

In these four years, the mortal world and the cultivation world have been very peaceful.

But everyone knows that this is the calm before the storm.

As time goes by, the oppressive feeling of the catastrophe has not disappeared, but has become more intense.

According to the time difference between heaven and earth, the second wave of heaven's army will descend on the earth in three years at the earliest and ten years at the latest.

Now that the battle of Eagle Cliff has been over for almost five years, the second wave will come at any time.

The peaceful world is like a bow that is being pulled tighter and tighter.

No one knows where the door of catastrophe will open, so the entire world began to deploy strict defenses, and the cultivation sect patrolled everywhere day and night.

In these four years, there is still no news about Ye Xiaochuan.

He seems to have evaporated from the world.

In the past one or two years, the enthusiasm for finding Ye Xiaochuan has also begun to drop to the bottom.

Almost everyone agrees with one point of view.

He died.

He was dead the moment he was thrown out by the eight-armed ape.

Cangyun Mountain, Samsara Peak.

Back mountain, Moon Viewing Platform.

On the night of the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moonlight at midnight shines on the smooth cliff of Broken Sword Peak opposite, and then reflects on the Moon Viewing Platform opposite.

This is the most beautiful night of the year at the Moon Viewing Platform.

Thousands of moonlights flow and converge, making the Moon Viewing Platform as bright as day, magnificent.

A woman in white clothes, holding a magic sword emitting dazzling white light, dances with a sword on the Moon Viewing Platform.

The dance is a killing dance.

The sword is a killing sword.

The fairy sword dance was created by Han Xuemei. It is graceful and moving, and the fairy-like dance posture is deadly.

Yun Qiyou's sword moves are getting faster and faster, and the sword energy is getting stronger and stronger. The sword energy gradually changes from the original white to dark black.

Yun Qiyou's originally calm expression gradually becomes distorted and painful.

"Puff~" A mouthful of blood spurts out wildly.

Yun Qiyou half-knelt on the moon-watching platform, leaning on the invincible Zhanchen Sword with one hand.

At this moment, the white light of the Zhanchen Sword was entangled by a black gas, which looked very strange.

The suppressing power of the Ten Wonders Formation that Situ Feng had set up in Zhanchen had become weaker and weaker. The terrible power of the Seven-Star Black Crystal lost the suppression of the Ten Wonders Formation and was gradually eroding the Zhanchen Sword.

Yun Qiyou reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and her blood-red eyes looked at Zhanchen, who was emitting black gas.

She murmured, "How could this happen?"

Her memory still hadn't recovered.

But she knew that she had a fiancé named Ye Xiaochuan.

This was what she heard at the foot of the mountain when she went down the mountain three years ago.

She tried hard to recall the past with Ye Xiaochuan, but she couldn't think of anything.

Later, she stopped thinking about it.

Because people all over the world were saying that her fiancé was the big devil of the Demon Cult.

With the help of Qingying, she has not practiced other true methods for four years, and mainly practiced the Heart Sutra of the Tantric Buddhism, repairing her mind one by one.

But this does not seem to affect her cultivation.

In the past four years, Yun Qiyou's cultivation has been very fast, and she has reached the peak of spiritual silence.

Everyone, including Yu Jizi, believes that Yun Qiyou can create the history of Cangyunmen and become the youngest disciple of Cangyunmen in four thousand years to reach the realm of heaven and man.

At the same time, thousands of miles away.

There is a mountain outside Yumen Pass, called Longbei Mountain.

There is an allusion to the origin of the name of Longbei Mountain.

According to legend, a long time ago, a dragon princess in the West Sea fell in love with a human man.

In order to be with the man, the dragon princess did not hesitate to violate the iron law of the dragon clan and went through thousands of hardships to change into a human.

She married the man as she wished, but the good times didn't last long. After she gave birth to a child for her husband, she was found by the dragon clan, who killed her husband, captured her, and trapped her at the bottom of the West Sea, suffering from the burning of the seabed magma day and night.

Her child escaped the catastrophe that year, grew up in the mortal world, and became a general guarding Yumen Pass.

However, the dragon clan never gave up tracking down the child over the years, and finally found him.

The mother trapped at the bottom of the sea learned the news, miraculously rushed out of the cage, and pleaded with the Dragon King to let her son go, and she was willing to exchange her life for his.

So, her huge dragon body turned into a mountain.

Just outside Yumen Pass, she watched her son guarding Yumen Pass day and night.

Over time, the mountain a hundred miles outside Yumen Pass was called Longbei Mountain.

It was used to commemorate a great mother's selfless dedication to her son.

There is a mud city called Longmen at the foot of Longbei Mountain.

Before the catastrophe, Longmen was very lively and was a must-go place for trade between the East and the West.

In recent years, the Silk Road between the East and the West has been interrupted, and the people of the Western Regions have migrated to the Black Water River in the north, and this earthen city has gradually lost its popularity.

Until two years ago, next to the ancient city of Longmen, at the foot of the Longbei Mountain, an inn suddenly appeared, and this deserted ancient city gradually became populated again.

There are not many merchants, mainly soldiers.

The cavalry from the Western Regions and the Middle Earth will come in to rest and drink some wine when they pass by here during patrols.

The night of the Mid-Autumn Festival in August is a time for families to gather together.

There is not even a single guest at the Longmen Inn tonight.

Several streams of light shot rapidly from the direction of Yumen Pass.

It can be seen that this is a chase. The white stream of light in front is running for life, and the seven streams of light behind are chasing.

When approaching the Longmen Inn, the white stream of light was caught up.

It turned into a beautiful woman covered in blood.

Deep scars can be seen on the arms, back, and legs.

In the arms of the injured woman, there is a boy about four or five years old. The boy is also covered in blood, but it seems that he is not injured. All the blood is stained from the woman.

This injured woman turned out to be the flower fairy Tang Guichen! The seven people chasing her were all men. The leader was actually the survivor of the battle in the Great Snow Mountain four years ago, the founding disciple of the Hunyuan Patriarch, the eldest brother of the Little Seventh Princess, the Chiwu Walker! "Gaga..." An eagle cry came from the sky above the night sky, and a huge golden eagle spread its wings and swooped down.

Tang Guichen's face changed drastically, and he immediately urged the Cangmu Sword to fight back.

She was seriously injured, and her cultivation was less than 40% of her usual level. How could she resist the attack of the golden eagle Buddhist slave?

Under the impact of the golden eagle Buddhist slave's iron-feathered wings, Tang Guichen and the boy in her arms both screamed and fell from midair.

Before landing, Tang Guichen used her last strength to throw the boy upwards, and she fell to the ground first, and then the boy fell on her.

She quickly got up and picked up the boy, but her whole body suddenly shook and spurted out a mouthful of blood.