Doomsday adaptation plot

There is a mountain called Canglang Mountain in Yunhua World, on which is the famous Wanjian Gate.

The word once was used, but because this sect was indeed ranked first in the world, but that was hundreds of years ago, and it has completely declined by now.

However, even if such a large sect declines, as long as the inheritance continues, the foundation will naturally not be broken.The entire Canglang Mountain looked like it was standing on the edge of a sword, and the whole mountain peak had a sharp sword aura, and there was a sense of coldness in every breath.

"Idiot, you can't develop sword energy even if you cut down a tree for a lifetime like this."

The trees planted on Canglang Mountain are poplars and pines, most of which are more than one hundred years old.Even a small half of them have become spirits, but at this time they are regarded as a target for sword practice by a half-grown child.

Although the child was using high-level swordsmanship, it was obvious that he had not mastered the practice, and he cut it in a disorderly manner. A poplar tree that was more than 300 years old was chopped so that the leaves were flying.

He was taken aback when he heard the voice behind him, threw the little sword aside and ran over cheerfully: "Little senior brother."

The white-clothed boy behind him was only fourteen or five years old, but his face had already seen the first signs of youth, like polished cold jade.

Probably cold to the extreme is also a kind of gorgeous color.

As the first disciple of the head of the Wanjian Sect, the young man has never listened to the word "little", even though the only remaining commander of the Wanjian Sect is the head of the Wanjian Sect.

"Don't call me little senior brother, call me senior brother Gu Feng."

The child ran up to him and didn't dare to lean in directly. He stood still, scratched the back of his head and said with a silly smile, "Then Senior Brother Gu, how should I practice?"

Gu Feng rolled his eyes, such frivolous actions abruptly destroyed the cool beauty, but unfortunately he himself was not aware of it. "Isn't there a stone in the old man's yard? You won't cut it like that?"

He walked in front of the poplar with some distress: "In 370, in 20 more years, you can get the Muxin magic weapon. How much is it worth?"

"There are so many poplar trees like this in the forest, and I haven't seen you practice it before, brother." The child curled his lips: "And that stone is..."

"Talk." Gu Feng patted the child's head: "I'm a single ice root, so I don't know how to refine weapons, but you are a gold and fire double root..."

Gu Feng probably realized that he had slipped his tongue and exposed his long-standing purpose, so he changed the subject and said: "Whenever you can use your sword to knock out marks on that broken stone, you will probably be able to cultivate your sword energy." gone."

The child had a bitter face: "Brother, are you kidding me...that's a sky-replenishing stone..."

Gu Feng left the child behind him, and muttered in a low voice: "It can't be sold, so what's the use of a sky-replenishing stone?"

The child followed a few steps blankly and asked: "Little senior brother, wait for me. There is the way down the mountain, what are you going to do?"

"My foundation has been completed, and I just missed the opportunity to break through." Gu Feng waved his hand casually: "I was kicked down the mountain by the old man."

The child was stunned, and the long sword in his hand fell directly to the ground.He has been on the mountain for so many years, and he has never been separated from his senior brother. Apart from fear and reluctance, he seems to have other feelings in his heart.

At that time, he was still too young and didn't know what heartache was, but he was forced to taste it first.

30 years later, at the foot of Canglang Mountain, there is a restaurant.

It was the Lantern Festival in the mortal world at this time, and the restaurant was supposed to be empty, but it was full of people.

Among them were beggars in ragged clothes, old Taoists in shabby Taoist robes, monks, and children of wealthy families.

Obviously, they should be irrelevant people, but at this time they are sitting together harmoniously, and they have a lot of communication with each other.

The door of the restaurant was pushed open again, and the young man in white walked in wrapped in the wind and snow, the sword energy all over his body was already solidified.

The others looked at him naturally, there was guard in the eyes, but there was also temptation or appreciation in the eyes.

After he entered the door, he paused, and walked up to the shopkeeper of the restaurant. After 30 years in the world, the shopkeeper was no longer the same person as before.

The voice of the visitor was cold, but there was a gentle arc when he laughed: "May I ask why so many monks gather here?"

"Isn't this immortal elder here for the devil on the mountain?"

The shopkeeper showed a knowing smile, looking a little wretched, but also with just the right amount of flattery.

The news in the restaurant has always been well-informed. He has seen many gods these days, and this life is worth it.

"Oh?" The man's handsome eyebrows were slightly raised, but his slender fingers subconsciously held the saber at his waist, suppressing the wanton murderous aura.

This sword is called Wushe, and it was forged from the ten thousand-year-old black iron he obtained by accident, and it has now been refined into a natal magic weapon.

Needless to say, this person is Gu Feng who went down the mountain to practice, and now he has broken through the golden core cultivation base.

...The fact that it was not sold for money at the beginning shows the deep fate between him and this sword.

"What monster?"

The shopkeeper of the wine shop glanced left and right, as if he was afraid of breaking a taboo, he leaned up to Gu Feng and whispered: "There used to be gods on this mountain, I don't know in which year those gods disappeared, but last year there was a devil suddenly born!"

"It is said that he is the descendant of Wanjianmen, who was led into the magic way by a magic stone, and killed the master..."

Before he finished speaking, the table in front of him was broken into several pieces by the sword energy.

Gu Feng didn't touch Wushe, he just used his finger as a sword.No one is willing to offend a sword cultivator who has cultivated sword energy casually, so the monks in the wine shop watched Gu Feng walk out step by step.

Last year...it happened to be the year when Gu Feng got the black iron to refine the natal sword, and he didn't even know that such a big thing happened in the master's school.

Thirty years may have changed the world for ordinary people, but for monks, it is just a blink of an eye.

Even the graffiti on the gate of Canglang Mountain has not changed at all, the only difference is the people guarding the gate.

The tall and handsome man had scarlet eyes, and the sword aura around him was far above Gu Feng.

Gu Feng paused for a moment, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Junior brother, did you carve scratches on the sky-filling stone?"

In response to his words, the redness in the man's eyes quickly receded, and the man who was a bit taller than Gu Feng called out with aggrieved expression: "Little senior brother."

Gu Feng let out a "hmm" and raised his eyes to look around: "Where is the old man?"

The man's footsteps that were about to come over stopped, as if he was panicked or afraid...

"Is it really gone?" Gu Feng muttered, as if helpless and sad.

"not me……"

"Of course I know it's not you!" Gu Feng rolled his eyes: "That old monster has been practicing for thousands of years, and your broken sword is not enough for him to grind his teeth."

"But……"

"Stupid, they arrested you just for a reason, all because of that broken stone. I said at the beginning that I would sell it, but the old man still didn't listen..."

Before Gu Feng muttered, he was hugged into his arms before he finished speaking.

"Little brother, I miss you so much."

Gu Feng's ten fingers clenched into fists, he seemed to hesitate for a long time and finally slapped the man on the back of the head: "I told you not to add fine print!"

One sentence, but in exchange for a tighter hug from the other party.

On February [-]th, it is advisable to dip wine into flowers.

Gu Feng prepared three jars of drunken wine, and poured his little brother under the table on the grounds of a long absence.

"It's so easy to get drunk." Gu Feng muttered and waved his sleeves to clean up the wine he had forced out with his sword energy, cheating with confidence.

When Gu Feng walked out the door, he took a special look at the sky-replenishing stone that was thrown aside, it was not big, it looked colorful and it was just right for stepping on.

If his master knew about his thoughts, he would probably be able to recover from his anger.

The old man said that their Wanjian Sect is the sect of Jianxiu, and Jianxiu would rather break than bend, and if others bully him, he will fight back.

Gu Feng sighed, and with a wave of his hand, he removed the illusion barrier on the sect, and thousands of monks gathered at the foot of Canglang Mountain.

For a high-sounding reason, for a stepping stone to attack Wan Jianmen.

This is the right way...

Gu Feng completely forgot that Wanjianmen used to be the number one main gate.

Sword cultivators can kill and enter Taoism. On that day, blood flowed into rivers at the foot of Canglang Mountain, and Gu Feng achieved his Taoism.

Those powerful monks who are well-known and righteous would disdain to attack a Jindan junior, but if this junior has cultivated the third level of sword energy and achieved Dao Xin, it will be completely different.

While regretting that such a genius did not come from their own sect and was doomed to perish, they exerted their mighty coercion with all their might.

This is the so-called righteous way.

Gu Feng stood in front of the mountain gate with his sword alone, and the Wushe sword in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties, but he never retreated half a step.

"Is this the so-called righteous way?" Gu Feng's junior brother came down from Canglang Mountain in a black gown, his black hair turned into white snow, and he was still holding the colorful patch of sky stone. "So many people bully my brother alone, isn't that what they are doing?"

He has already entered the way of the devil, and he is as honest as he was when he was a child in front of Gu Feng, but he has an evil, charming and domineering aura when facing other people.

Gu Feng was stunned when he turned his head, as if he just realized that in the past 30 years, the child who couldn't even dance with a sword had grown to a height that he could only look up to.

"Senior brother, you practice the orthodox way of swordsmanship, don't let the blood of these people stain your sword."

Gu Feng watched the little junior brother walk in front of him, and the breathless coercion that was suppressed just now disappeared instantly.

In the next moment, the junior brother soared into the sky, and the Butian Stone turned into a pitch-black long sword, pointing directly at those so-called great powers.

They are sword cultivators, sword cultivators who would rather bend than bend.The direction of the sword is omnipotent.

That was the first time Gu Feng saw the nine levels of perfect sword qi, which could surpass the suppression of the powerful level, and the entire Canglang Mountain was shrouded in sword qi and killing intent.

Only the place where Gu Feng stood was a paradise.

Ten thousand years of immortal cultivation is probably not as good as a hundred years of demon cultivation, not to mention the sword that the younger brother has turned into the sky-replenishing stone.

This fierce battle lasted for three days and three nights, the demonic energy swallowed up the mountains and rivers, and the sun and the moon hung upside down.

The people of the immortal way returned home with heavy injuries.

Gu Feng found his little junior brother in a sea of ​​corpses.

His demon heart has receded, his eyes have returned to clarity, and the sharp sword transformed from the sky-filling stone has been shattered.

"Little brother, I like you."

It took Gu Feng 300 years to revive the mountain gate, as long as he survived, the inheritance of Wan Jianzong will not be broken.

300 years later, Gu Feng, the great elder of Wan Jianzong, went down the mountain to look for an opportunity to break through Mahayana.

There was no child who ran out behind him, chasing him with a sword longer than himself.

Looking back is devastated, thinking about it is bitter wine.

The upper three realms, the Nine Heavens Immortal Emperor, a dream for nearly a hundred years.

He only remembers that he had a dream about the mortal world, getting rid of the mortal heart and the demon heart, but he doesn't remember what kind of scenery he encountered in the dream...