After giving up on love, the female supporting role dominates the world of immortality

The reincarnation of the Sword God, the only sword cultivator who ever pulled out the Demon-Slaying Xuanyuan Sword, Risheng, the founder of the Kunlun Sect, is a familiar figure to every sword cultivator in the Cultivation Continent.

He killed the dragon that was causing trouble, rescued the clam spirit that had been trapped for thousands of years, controlled the phoenix reborn from the fire, and saw the most beautiful lotus flowers in the world.

His swordsmanship was superb, and he was invincible in the world as soon as he was born.

It's just that he lived a vigorous life, but the duration was too short, so short that he couldn't compare with ordinary mortals.

He came out of the mountain at the age of eighteen, survived the tribulation at the age of eighteen, and died at the age of eighteen.

Talking about Risheng seemed to bring back Wan Liunian's sad past. He looked into the distance and murmured, "He is the only one who can master swords, pills, talismans, and weapons to perfection. It's a pity that if he didn't have that, One disaster and he should have ascended long ago.”

The hope that had just been ignited in Zhang Miaomiao's heart was instantly shattered.

So you were talking about Risheng?

Sunrise died three hundred years ago.

In terms of time, her father is definitely not Risheng.

Moreover, I remembered the sword cultivation class I had taken before, and there was a section specifically about the rising sun and its people.

The boy with late-stage chuunibyou who could say "I am heaven, I am Tao, and my life is only up to me", absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, could not be the boy in her dream of Long Yuan!

"Miaomiao is very similar to Risheng." Hua Nongyu, who had been holding the jade sign just now, said.

picture? Not like me.

Why does senior brother think I look like that boy with chuunibyou? Is it possible that I usually look like that to others?

Zhang Miaomiao twitched the corner of her mouth.

Jun Letian looked at Zhang Miaomiao, remembered something, and said, "It does look a bit similar. I remember that Risheng also has fused spiritual roots."

Wan Liunian's presbyopic eyes seemed to flash with an unknown light, he said, "Yeah? Is Nong Yu's junior sister actually a fused spiritual root?"

The Tianyan Sect did not publicize the fact that Zhang Miaomiao had fused spiritual roots. In fact, each sect would not tell anyone about the genius disciples they had.

The reputation of a genius disciple is gained at the Immortal Sect Conference.

The Immortal Sect Conference is held every hundred years. In the original work, Lu Chenyi and Yan Yixiao also stole the show at this year's Immortal Sect Conference and became known to others.

Zhang Miaomiao felt alarm bells ringing in her heart. She always felt that if Wan Liunian knew about this, or to put it another way, if Wan Liunian connected her with Risheng, nothing good would happen.

Wan Liunian looked at Zhang Miaomiao, with deep interest in his eyes, and said, "With the fusion spiritual root, if you practice diligently, it will not be a problem to overcome the tribulation within a hundred years. How old is the girl this year?"

Being stared at by a murderer, Zhang Miaomiao felt very stressed.

Thinking about it, since Wan Liunian knew Ye Luo, he should also know the age of her orphan.

In order to prevent Wan Liunian from suspecting her, Zhang Miaomiao said awkwardly, "Sect Leader Wan thinks highly of me too much. I have lived for half a century, and now I am just a golden elixir."

fart!

Jun Letian roared in his heart and asked for half a hundred. When Zhang Miaomiao entered Tianyan Sect two years ago, everyone knew that she was only [-] years old.

However, seeing Zhang Miaomiao winking at him and Hua Nongyu with a troubled look on her face, the two looked at each other and understood instantly, and kept silent about Zhang Miaomiao's true age.

Hearing Zhang Miaomiao say that he had lived for half a century, Wan Liunian's interest in Zhang Miaomiao was greatly reduced. He just said, "It is remarkable to be able to cultivate to the golden elixir at the age of half a century. He is already a leader among Taoists."

This is true. Some monks spend their entire lives unable to form elixirs.

Monks with Tianlinggen generally need to practice for more than ten or twenty years before they can reach the golden elixir.

A monster like Risheng who survived the tribulation at the age of eighteen is probably the only one in the history of the Cultivation Continent.

Zhang Miaomiao smiled and said, "Sect Master Wan deserves the award. I can't even bear the word "leader".

After saying that, everyone on the Yunzhou fell silent.

Jun Letian's eyes returned to the "Elixir Comparison Collection" in his hand; Hua Nongyu frowned and stared at the jade plaque; Le Wanqiao leaned on him and had already fallen asleep with his eyes squinted; Wan Niangqing wanted to talk to him. Mo Qianxin was talking, but he closed his eyes early, and the aura of keeping strangers away was too obvious. She couldn't speak, so she just felt depressed and played with the whip in her hand.

The sun disk was getting closer and closer. Zhang Miaomiao wiped the sweat from her forehead. In order to relieve the pressure in her heart, she stared at the dazzling disk again.

The golden light was dazzling. Looking directly at the sunlight reflected by the disk and the golden light of the golden energy would inevitably hurt the eyes. Zhang Miaomiao closed her eyes and carefully felt the spiritual waves surging in the disk.

In the envelope of rich spiritual energy, Zhang Miaomiao seemed to hear the voice of a middle-aged man coming from the center of the disk, and then gushing around her.

He seemed to be telling something, but his voice was drowned out by the wind noise caused by the surge of spiritual energy, and it was difficult to hear what he was talking about.

Vaguely, Zhang Miaomiao could only hear the words "sacrifice", "benefit", "greatness" and "feat".

Zhang Miaomiao, who had her eyes closed tightly, suddenly opened her eyes. The sound appeared strange. She wanted to see if others heard it, but others did not act as if they heard it.

When Yunzhou got closer to the disk, he saw Dieffenbachia stretching beside her in comfort. Her usual practice would always make her extremely painful. Only when she passed by this sun disk would she feel better.

She didn't say that the disc was completed on the day she was born and took thousands of years to complete.

Yuanpan's arrival was originally to welcome her new life, but unexpectedly, her mother died in childbirth.

"You don't have to die well... you don't have to die well!"

Suddenly, after getting closer to the disk, another extremely harsh woman's voice came out from the middle-aged man's voice.

The voice was extremely sharp, almost the same as when Dieffenbachia yelled at the store manager in the Lingcao shop.

Zhang Miaomiao was suspicious, so she closed her eyes again and listened carefully to the sound coming from Yuanpan.

The woman's voice was filled with strong regret and resentment. She yelled, "You don't have to die well," and cried, "Qing'er, my miserable Qing'er."

Younger?

what?

Zhang Miaomiao's mind was filled with questions.

Before she could think about it carefully, the boat crossed the sun's disk.

The two voices also disappeared completely, as if they had never existed.

Zhang Miaomiao looked back at the huge thing hanging on the zenith, feeling that the sun disk that was so dazzling just now looked extremely ferocious at this moment.

It was so bright and red that it seemed to have a huge mouth, continuously sucking in the surrounding spiritual energy and expanding itself.

That feeling was so unsettling that Zhang Miaomiao withdrew her gaze and decided not to look at the huge thing that made her uneasy.

On the other hand, Mo Qianxin, who had just closed his eyes, opened his eyes and glanced lightly at the sun disk behind him.

His eyes were fixed on the center of the disk - the golden, round, device that transformed spiritual energy.

Eyes filled with unknown meaning.