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In the middle domain, Guizhe Holy Mountain, where the headquarters of the Holy God Hall is located.

This is a towering snowy holy mountain, which is covered by the fragrance of osmanthus spirits throughout the year. Flowers and weeds that can grow here have also been impregnated by the uninterrupted holy power day and night to give birth to spirits.

A plant of grass anywhere is at least five grades.

Guizhe Holy Mountain has two legends.

On the Luoshen Peak on the west side, there is a monument in the tree, there is no word on the monument, broken swords are inserted around the monument, and there is an air of death that is incompatible with the character of Xian Guiling.

That is the wreckage of the holy way, the power of silence and resentment.

Luoshen Peak is a forbidden place on Guizhe Holy Mountain.

All spiritual masters in the world know that this place is the place where the previous generation's master of the Holy God Palace fell.

In the past, the head of the Seven Sword Immortals, Mr. Yu Tu, killed himself in the Holy God Hall. The main hall master of the Holy God Hall, the head of the Seven Swords Immortals, directly ended the previous era.

Dao Qiongcang was ordered to take over the team when he was in danger, and only then did he return to the regime that consolidated the Temple of the Holy Spirit.

And the reason why Yu Tu went to Guizhe Holy Mountain was all because of another legend about this holy mountain.

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East side.

Screen candles.

Another forbidden place in Guizhe Sacred Mountain.

A towering broken willow stands alone in the forbidden area.

This place should have been lush with greenery and willows.

But ever since the legend of "one sword comes from the east, one sword fairy", even the "Worshiping Willow of God", which is the first of the nine ancestor trees and ranked in front of the tree of the sky, has been broken.

It broke so abruptly.

Even after decades, it is still difficult to spit out a new green.

Under the broken willow, on the gravel ground, there is an ancient table.

The ancient table was small, dilapidated, and covered with dust, as if no one had visited it for decades.

But on the table, there is still a candle lamp that will never go out.

The dim lights directly turned the infinite light around into a drowsy space.

Others light lamps for illumination.

But this long-on old lamp is to lure the darkness.

On the dark and gloomy tabletop, apart from the ancient lamp, there is also a sword.

This sword is spotless.

The body of the sword is blue in color, with pits and holes, as if it has experienced countless chopping, tempering, and iron repairs.

The body of the sword is penetrating, and it can suck a person's soul into it at a glance. If there are evil spirits struggling on it, the will to die will disappear, and the desire will not die.

Eighth in the list of famous swords, the name of the sword is Hunting Ghost, one of the Seven Sword Immortals-Hua Changdeng carries the sword with him!

In this empty but scattered screen and candle area, adjacent to the broken willows and far away from the ancient table, there is a gray-haired middle-aged man sitting.

Although the person is middle-aged.

But with that vicissitudes of life, outsiders will only think that he is an old man at a glance.

"Hua Chang Deng?"

Outside the screen candle, there was a wave of wind and waves.

The sonic breath swept away the rustling gravel, but after approaching the middle-aged man with his eyes closed and leaning against the willows, who seemed to be asleep, he stopped silently.

Screen screen...

Strangers don't enter, the wind doesn't come close, and old candles don't go out.

The eyelids of the fake sleeping man called Hua Changdeng trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

In this drowsy place, it seems that the sword is shining.

The remnant candle on the ancient table swayed automatically without any wind, and with the chirping sound, a new drop of candle wax was produced, which barely held the candle's shadow from disappearing.

"Is Guizhe Holy Mountain going to be broken again? This time, who will look for me?"

Hua Changdeng leaned against Broken Willow, his eyes narrowed, containing the astonishing sword intent in his eyes.

He supported the ground with his hands, pushed his feet forward, and leaned against the broken willow behind his back to support his body, barely sitting upright.

"Tap, tap, tap."

The footsteps were getting closer.

A man in white robes came out from around the corner, holding Sinan in his hand, with many hexagrams in the upper seal script, and the air of heaven followed him.

Every step you take is like measuring this world.

With every step taken, the spiritual spoon swayed slightly above Si Nan, leaving a slight dao mark on the hexagram plate.

Engraved, recorded.

Every step, he is growing.

The old candle flickered, reflecting the outline of the person's face.

This is a man with an extremely upright appearance, the sky is like Cheng Taiyu, plump and square, his eyebrows and eyes are like stars, deep and subtle.

The nose is tall and straight, with sharp edges and corners.

Looking around, if a saint lowers his eyes, he is full of pity for the world.

"Dao Qiongtian?"

Leaning on the broken willows like the Huachang Lantern, the voice finally became more surprised, "What are you doing here?"

"despair."

Dao Qiongtian is hundreds of feet away from the person in front of him, and stops precisely.

He glanced at the famous sword hunter first, then measured the remaining length of the candle, and smiled: "Can't stand up yet?"

"Why stand up?" Hua Changdeng closed his eyes again, feeling that it was a waste of time to even look at the person in front of him.

"How can a semi-holy body be more mournful than an old tree?" Dao Qiongcang shook his head.

"The sword can cut the way! Compared with the sword sage, the Taoist sage can only stop and leave a message, and there is no one who can greet him." Hua Changdeng's voice was low, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"The Tao overlooks the sky and the earth; but the sword cannot break the sky."

"Hey, stupid."

"Although the sky is broken, there is a sky beyond the sky."

"Oh, ignorance."

"Gou Yujian is accompanied by an old lamp, cuddling with a broken willow, although he wants to stand up, he can't wait, although he wants to wake up, he can't breathe, how miserable is it?" Dao Qiongtian said with a smile in his eyes, "bitter! Bitter..."

Hua Changdeng seemed to be asleep.

The breath became even, and the snoring sound was about to come out.

"The one who sticks to the way!"

Dao Qiongcang shouted suddenly, even the candle flame trembled for three minutes, and was almost not extinguished by shock.

Hua Changdeng shook his body and opened his eyes suddenly.

"Are you sick?!"

Only then did Dao Qiongcang stroke his beard with a smile again, and raised his boss Sinan with one hand, and said in a harmonious voice: "If you hold the Tao, you will have three thousand destiny in your palm, and you will inherit the sound of peace in all worlds. , Your words are golden dragons, how lucky are you?"

He nodded enchantedly.

"Very fortunate, very fortunate..."

"I'm sick! What are you doing here? Just to frighten me by saying these two words in a word?" Hua Changdeng turned over and moved to the other side of the tree.

"Don't you think it's very beautiful? I've recently become obsessed with poetry and words. There are great mysteries in these words, which suit me very well."

Dao Qiongcang stepped forward, and suddenly stopped in mid-air: "Me, come in for a chat?"

"No."

Hua Changdeng waved his hand in disdain, "Who did you learn this shit from? Your Taoist ancestor again? If you really think life is boring, just knock your broken Sinan on the head, and Taoist ancestor can teach you the Tao for a lifetime. "

"No no no..."

Dao Qiongcang waved his hands, and stopped a hundred feet away, but did not step in after all.

Hua Changdeng said he couldn't go in, so he didn't go in either.

"These words were not taught by Taoist ancestors."

"Heh, what kind of bullshit is so good at flattering you that it even changes the smell of your whole body?"

"You know……"

Dao Qiongcang stared at him with a smile, paused for a moment, and then chanted loudly: "One sword comes from the east, and another sword fairy, drinking the yellow spring and walking to the blue sky drunk, and not being a worldly guest, how can Gui Zhe be so devout?"

Hey!

The candles were suddenly extinguished.

The wind started.

Hua Changdeng's ghostly shawl-like figure suddenly faced him, with the ghost in his hands lying between Dao Qiongcang's neck exposed on his back, his eyes were full of madness.

The deep voice was filled with murderous intentions from all directions.

"You, do you want to die?"

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Chapter 597 Are you sealing the sword? !

"So you can stand up?"

"Then just stand up and talk earlier, I thought your injury hasn't healed yet!"

Dao Qiongcang smiled.

After a long time, meeting the person in front of him without saying a word, he finally stopped smiling and looked at the other person's question squarely.

"I don't dare to think about it."

"But the damned person has already been resurrected."

He moved his eyes down as he said, glanced at the famous sword hunter on his neck, without blinking, "Move away."

"What exactly do you want to say?" Hua Changdeng narrowed his eyes sharply, as if murderous intent was about to overflow from his eyes.

Dao Qiongcang sighed helplessly.

"Eight Venerables, revived."

A faint sound echoed on the screen and candles, and in this place where even the slightest sound of wind could not be heard, the scene became deadly and terrifying.

Hua Changdeng remained silent.

He took the hunting ghost back, disappeared with a whoosh, and fell back under the broken willow to take a nap again.

"If you are idle and bored, you plan to use this kind of joke to amuse me..."