sword color

"What happened?"

"What happened to the forbidden area?"

"Could it be that there are thieves who dare to attack my Shenxu sect?!"

Among the disciples, there were young and energetic ones, who came out more and more, full of anger.

"What nonsense, step back!" The older senior brothers have heard the elders occasionally talk about the secrets of the forbidden area. Although they don't know who is inside, but judging from the earth-shattering Changhong sword just now, it is definitely nothing. Xiao Xiaoren.

Before the whispers were finished, a silver-gray sword light flashed across the sky at lightning-like speed, as if it was about to split the sky in half.

In an instant, all the disciples at the foot of the mountain lost their voices collectively, all staring in horror at the man standing in mid-air with a long sword on his feet.

The man has a slender figure, broad shoulders, and a plain white Confucian or Taoist robe, like a body covered in ice and snow, flowing like a fairy, and the black long hair, which is simply tied behind his head, hangs down from mid-air like black silk, and is covered by snow and ice. The wind was blowing slightly, and it looked terrifying.

When the white-clothed man slowly landed on the ground, the terrifying coercion exuding from his body became more obvious. The disciples who surrounded him all fell into an ice cellar, unable to even breathe, and retreated one after another.

The man's too long black hair snaked on the ground like a water snake, and a light white mist continued to evaporate from his body like ice and snow vaporizing.

The silver-gray long sword hovered deftly under his feet, circling the man in a circle, and finally, in the shocked pupils of everyone, it turned into a small sword pattern and imprinted on the center of his brow.

The face is handsome and picturesque, the black eyes are bright like the brilliance of the sun and the moon, but it seems that the muscles of the face are frozen to rigid, and there is no expression at all. Just now, the aura that is as sharp as a sharp sword, immediately becomes restrained as the sword enters the center of the eyebrows Calm, unfathomable.

His demon sword had already been destroyed when he crossed the catastrophe that year. Now this Chuxue sword is condensed from the thousand-year-old ice on the top of the snow peak. The frost is heavy and powerful.

"...a man and a sword are united...the sword is the heart, the body is the sheath...this, this person—" Among them, the most experienced senior brother shouted in surprise when he saw this unusual scene, "he is a Sanxian!"

The silent crowd froze for a moment following these words, and suddenly became noisy again.

In the world of comprehension, cultivators at the Jindan stage are the backbone, those above the Nascent Soul stage are strong, and those at the Transcendence Tribulation stage are even rarer, comparable to the strength of a half-immortal. Jian Qing had just broken through to Transcend the Calamity During this period, he cultivated into a half-immortal.

As for the Sanxian, it is a powerful existence far beyond the cultivators of the transcending tribulation period. It is equivalent to the real Daluo Jinxian in strength, but for some reason failed to transcend the tribulation, but the life and mana were preserved, and the cultivators continued to cultivate quietly.

A person who can get this kind of opportunity is rare in ten thousand people.

Sanxian is not an immortal in the true sense, it is impossible to ascend to the immortal world and stay in the human world forever, and his magic power is extremely high. To a certain extent, he is the top figure among the cultivators of the human world.

However, ordinary ascetics, unless they have to, will not cultivate Sanxian. This is the last way, and it will be more difficult as it goes on.

After all, Sanxian has a great calamity every thousand years. The higher the cultivation level, the more difficult it is to cross the calamity. If you are not careful, you will be wiped out, and you will die completely. Even your lifespan is far less than that of a real immortal.

As for Jian Qing, who should have died a long time ago, the extra day of life was all stolen from the sky, so naturally it would not be too little.

If it is said that there are very few cultivators in the Transcendence Tribulation period, Sanxian only exists in legends, or as the ancestors of the sect, they will not easily act unless the sect is in danger of extinction.

Not to mention the surprise and awe in the eyes of these disciples who are nothing more than building foundations, golden elixir, and nascent souls, no less than ordinary people suddenly seeing the emperor in the vegetable market.

Surprised, they are also disciples of the great sect, and the first thing they do when they realize it is to form a formation, staring at this strange Sanxian vigilantly, and no one dares to act rashly before finding out whether it is an enemy or a friend .

"Shut up, the sect master is here." There was a serious scolding from the end of the crowd, and all the disciples knew it well and kept silent.

Before the voice was finished, a middle-aged man with a white beard and a majestic bearing came slowly, with a dust whisk on his arm.

The real Yinxu who is now in charge of the head of the Shenxu Sect is the grandson of Tianxuan's disciple back then. The personalities of each generation of head are different, but the steady and calm traits are inherited in one line.

"The disciple has met the master."

Yin Xu nodded slightly, kept walking, and even walked faster and faster, getting out of the crowd who consciously moved out of the way, and finally stopped slowly in front of the man in white, scrutinized for a moment, his usually calm face , actually revealed a rare and inexplicable look of surprise.

The real Yinxu, who was dressed in the robe of the head of the sect, took half a step back, knelt down on the ground with unconcealed excitement, and saluted very respectfully: "Yinxu, the ninth generation disciple of Shenxuzong No. .”

Too... the elder holding the sword?

This Sanxian turned out to be the elder of our sect? !

All the disciples of the Shenxu Sect around had more exciting expressions on their faces. After a short pause, they immediately followed the master and knelt down. The continuous movements and salutes spread like ripples on the surface of water, and the scene was extremely eager.

Seeing such a grand scene, Jian Qing was stunned for a while, as he waved his sleeves, a gentle breeze lifted everyone up.

"Students of the same sect, there is no need to be too polite." After hundreds of years of slumber, his voice became more mellow and deep. Although his voice was not loud, it was still extremely clear to everyone's ears.

He took two steps forward slowly, staring at the "young" new head in front of him, the latter inevitably felt nervous.

After a while, he finally heard him ask: "How do you know me?"

"Back to Elder Taishang, the ancestral hall of the ancestral gate contains portraits of all the heads and elders of the past dynasties. Your appearance is exactly the same as that of the sword-wielding elder who retreated 500 years ago. Besides, you came out of a forbidden place."

Yinxu replied respectfully, now that the Three Realms are in turmoil, and his own cultivation has not yet reached the stage of transcending the catastrophe, he did not want to happen to catch up with such a powerful Supreme Elder to leave the customs. Cope with all crises and deter foreign enemies.

Jian Qing nodded, and asked again: "What is your relationship with Tianxuan?"

Yinxu had expected this question earlier, and replied calmly: "Tianxuan Master is the master's ancestor, and he ascended the Tao hundreds of years ago."

"...Brother has become a fairy?" Jian Qing was taken aback, and his gaze towards the sky became far away, as if sighing and remembering.

He looked around, the disciples around him were completely unfamiliar, even the former mountain gate building had been repaired and looked brand new, if there was not a plaque of Shenxu Sect, Jian Qing would have thought that he had gone to another place.

The head of Yinxu welcomed him into the main hall, and all the elders and disciples came to pay respects. There were too many things to talk about in the past 500 years. Jian Qing stood on the main hall with his sleeves on his shoulders. Disappointed.

Hundreds of years passed by, and when he woke up, things had already changed.

All the old people have left him, and it is hard to tell who is the passer-by.

Another year at the end of winter and the beginning of spring, Immortal Jianqing, who had just left the customs, stood quietly by the window, listening to the drizzle outside the black and blue eaves. A tree of white plums was in full bloom, and a bunch of branches protruded from the window, drenched by the spring rain. drenched.

He couldn't help but folded a branch in his hand and stared blankly for a long time.

The snow-white plum petals scattered with the wind, and for a while, countless memories came to mind.

It's a pity that the old man has already left.

I don't know hundreds of years later, but there are still people waiting?

Under the dark blue eaves and rubble, there seemed to be a white shadow flying up and down, flying away with a sword.

The author has something to say: I finally followed up with the prologue~XD~Pies, it’s almost over~Pies... I originally wanted to add a sentence in the penultimate paragraph: "I ate the three-year reserve of Shenxuzong in one day." Elder Jianqing of Liang, patted his stomach, thinking about it."...Thinking about it was still too unpleasant, so I gave up ==~