After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

Inside the ice room, the cold air was rampant, and a very thin ray of sunlight fell from the dark top, and shone straight on the center of the ice room. This kind of light was not enough to illuminate the surroundings, and the surroundings were somewhat dark.

There is an ice bed three meters in the center, on which a person sits, in meditation, a ray of light refracted from the ice surface hits his handsome face, his fine eyelashes are tightly closed, his two sword eyebrows are slightly frowned, and a cold face appears on his cold face. Something strange.

A little cold sweat broke out from the temples, a sword pattern flashed across the forehead, and the true energy surged in the silent ice room, colliding with the wall non-stop, making harsh and sharp sounds.

Just when the sound was getting louder, the sound of contention sounded, and a long sword flew out of the darkness, stopped in the beam of sunlight, and fell suddenly in the next second, inserted into the ice brick, and the sound of the ice brick cracking was heard The edge sounded, and the blade shook.

The sharp sound stopped suddenly.

The light illuminates the sword body to be pitch black, simple and mysterious.

The person sitting suddenly opened his eyes, leaned forward slightly, propped himself on the ice bed with one hand, his meticulous white hair fell down to his chest, heaving slightly and rapidly, the silvery eyes were dark and deep, intertwined with forbearance and fear.

The quiet and silent ice room makes people feel flustered.

He stared at the dark long sword in the beam of light, his holding hand curled slightly.

"I've left you in the cold, but you still want to protect me..." The deep and hoarse voice echoed in the quiet space like a murmur.

The long sword didn't move at all.

But he seemed to be used to it, with a calm expression, just looked at Zhewu for a long time, turned over his palm, and the long sword firmly inserted in the ground rose up, his body became smaller, and flew to the side.

His whole body receded from black and became emerald green, until it turned into a small bamboo sword with a wide and exquisite finger, which fell in the palm of his hand.

Shi Yuan raised his hand and caressed the sword, his eyes were far away.

The bamboo sword is not exquisite, but the carving on it is a bit clumsy. It is a very ordinary little thing. When the sword is turned over, there are two characters engraved on the back.

The fingertips touched the depressions of every stroke, and the image of him on the barren hill appeared in his mind, as well as his shy appearance and the sincerity in his eyes. Shi Yuan's eyes were deep and dark.

"...Is there anyone you like..."

The mottled light and shadow hit the face, and no one could answer in the quiet ice room, but the voice of Zhong Qin made people shudder.

……

Xuefeng's time is silent, three months have passed,

However, Zhongtian Realm was extremely lively, and some vague suspicions before were gradually amplified. For a while, some rumors and gossips sprang out from nowhere.

From time to time, in the teahouses and libraries in Zhongtian Realm, a group of people can be seen gathering together, talking vividly.

'Have you heard that on the day the third lady was killed, a disciple of the Yunjing faction saw with his own eyes that Jian Zu came out of the third lady's yard. '

"There are also internal rumors among the three major sects that Jianzu Shiyuan killed the third lady and took out the essence in order to ascend to the Dao. Now the whereabouts have been found, and the phoenix egg is already within easy reach."

The storyteller's eyes were wide open, his saliva was flying, his neck was flushed, and he looked as excited as if he saw it with his own eyes.

At the beginning, most people just whispered, dubious, and some people even asked them face to face.

'This Sword Ancestor is already No.1 in the Zhongtian Realm, and no one can compete with him whether he takes the phoenix egg or not, why bother to kill and avenge him? '

The storyteller just stroked his gray beard reaching his throat and smiled contemptuously.

'You don't understand this, what about No.1 in the Zhongtian Realm, what about standing at the top, these high-ranking people are used to seeing the scenery on the top of the mountain, they have long been numb, it doesn't look like we are desperately trying to break through a small realm.

All the cultivators sitting here, who dares to say that it is not for the purpose of ascending to the Dao?

As we all know, the higher the realm, the more difficult it is to improve. Now the sword ancestor has practiced for more than 1000 years, and he is already in the middle of the tribulation. I am afraid that it is already boring. Now that there is a shortcut in front of him, this saint will probably move his mind. '

Besides, although this Sword Ancestor has a high level of cultivation, he has a lot of seven emotions and six desires. If he excludes them early, it would be too one-sided.

For a moment, all the people looked unclear and remained silent.

People with extremely high talents are already enviable, and if they speak out once or twice, they may be able to maintain the justice in their hearts, but if they listen to a lot, they will inevitably feel compassion and a little disgust.

There are many opinions, true and false are just hearsay, believed to be true.

The Changtian Sword Sect was originally a group of straightforward sword cultivators. When they reacted, they suddenly found that the people in front of the mountain gate were not as sparse as before, but many people gathered here and there. Yes, there are casual repairs.

Sect Leader Cheng Shuang heard that although he ordered to disperse and sent more guards, those people did not actually use force or invade, and they drove them away by force on the surface, which may cause unnecessary talk.

In desperation, they could only be advised to leave.

When persuading them, those people retreated a few miles away. If they didn't persuade them, they flocked to them again, but they were like a swarm of flies, unable to beat or wave away.

The gossip outside and this group of troublesome people caused Cheng Shuang a lot of headaches, she went to Xuefeng to discuss with Shi Yuan, but both master and apprentice were in seclusion, so they could only leave angrily.

There was no movement at Haoran Immortal Mansion, but I heard that An Huaicheng, the second patriarch of the Yunjing Sect, had brought a group of people away from Yunwaitian to find the murderer who killed the third lady.

If Miss San's death is really related to Jianzu, then sooner or later, An Huaicheng will come to the door. At that time, together with those small sects and loose cultivators who gathered at the gate of Changtian Sword Sect with ulterior motives, I'm afraid It will cause a storm.

Shi Yuan, who is at the center of this turmoil, is bound to show up to give an explanation.

......

Within Sulin Garden

Yan Lin slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and there was a hint of excitement hidden in them.

He had already memorized Suiyu Xinjue's skills by heart. At the beginning, he kept following the path of his previous life, dredging the channels with righteous energy, tempering the true energy towards his dantian bit by bit, but after a month passed, nothing Receiving the goods at one point, under anger, he moved up with the true power of the blood essence of the soul, but after a while, he felt the change of the broken jade heart formula.

He quickly brought up his cultivation and continued. In two months, the channels of the divine veins were broadened, his physique was improved, and his true energy flowed in the dantian of his limbs, as if his realm had been improved.

The blood of the soul during the tribulation period is really extraordinary. Although his realm has not been improved, he is already standing at the gate of the "immortal" in Suiyuxinjue.

Yan Lin patted his sleeves in satisfaction, and performed a cleaning technique on himself and the house.

Put away the enchantment and push open the door, outside the door has returned to the appearance of Xiao Xue Ai Ai, Xue Ya is taking a nap under the silver pine, there is no one around.

It seems that his cheap master has not returned yet.

Now that he has touched the door of the 'immortal', he might as well get materials nearby and find a sword repairer with a similar level to fight.

So without even thinking about it, he called Xue Ya and flew towards the practice field where the disciples of the Changtian Sword Sect gathered.