A thousand days after the immortals raised demons

Shenyuntan is located in the burial place of the former head of Shenyunmen, the highest peak in the west of Shenyun Mountains.

Spiritual objects are planted below the mountainside, and all the fallen disciples of the Shenyun Sect since the Shangshen Founding School are arranged according to their status. The former head is at the top of the mountain, and the cemetery is connected to several equally ancient and solemn tombs.

Shenyuntan is also known as Xiantan. The immortal bones of the deceased masters made good fortune here, and the sun and moon shine forever, giving birth to spiritual soil.

The former master felt very good about the soil, and built the mustard space at the cost of regressing his cultivation base. He spent a lot of treasures from heaven and earth to repair the space, created the micro world, opened up the channel between the spiritual soil and the micro world, gathered the purple air in the morning and the dew of the elixir, and gradually formed a space. Pond of flesh and bones and elixir.

With the new head taking office, Shenyuntan still maintains this habit day in and day out.

In the middle of the night, the late returning disciples of the Shenyun Sect rested, and Qin Fengchuan knocked on the door of Lin Chiqing's room at Xuanyuguan.

"Junior Brother, let's go to Deep Cloud Pool!"

Xuanyuguan heard the response, entered along the door that opened automatically, scanned around, and stopped at a wooden box next to the pillow.

Lu Mo desperately suppressed his breath, and observed through the tiny air outlet, Xuan Yuguan moved his fingers suspiciously, trying to find out, but the white clothes brushed past, blocking his sight.

Lin Chiqing: "Let's go."

After going up the mountain, Lu Mo climbed out of the wooden box, drawing water-like ripples, and the picture changed from hazy to clear very quickly.

A piece of pale pink petals stuck to Lin Chiqing's hair, and as he walked up to the entrance, he entered the mountain spring in a short period of chaos.

Surrounded by white mist and fog, the visual range remains 500 meters, blue sky and white clouds, spirit stones as light, high mountains and deep pools, and flying cranes.

It was not the first time for Lin Chiqing to come here. When he was not a fairy, he practiced persistently and practiced hard. Every time he went down the mountain in good health, he was always covered in bruises when he came back.

His aptitude is very good, and his conduct is very good. The head of the sect should not work hard, he needs to combine work and rest. After the reprimand, he was brought here to heal his injuries.

Lin Chiqing stood in front of the pool, with a few cranes flying in front of him, their round eyes staring at him curiously.

One of them said: "My lord, is this a new disciple? He is not injured."

Xuan Yuguan joked with a smile: "Old Crane, he is Chi Qing who frequented here 300 years ago, have you forgotten?"

The old crane flapped its wings and landed: "Oh, I'm getting old, and my memory is not very good."

Lin Chiqing greeted everyone and told them the purpose of coming to Shenyuntan.

Separating the heart blood is the same as taking the heart blood, the owner has to endure the heart-biting pain and be weak for a long time.

300 years ago, after Lin Chiqing forged the sword, he endured the pain and took his apprentice back to the peak, where he soaked in Lingtan for a whole week.

Qin Fengchuan's sect is busy with things, and he occasionally comes to visit, Xuanyuguan is a named elder, and stays here every day, and when he feels distressed, he can't help scolding him for wanting to spoil him.

Seeing how weak the younger brother looked, he couldn't bear to scold him any longer. In the end, he complained hastily, and was annoyed by the sound outside the barrier, and all his anger was cast on Lu Mo when he went out.

"you!"

After saying only one word, Lu Mo knelt down and begged: "Second Master, please let me see Master!"

Xuanyu was concerned: "What do you see? Junior brother is training, don't argue here!"

Lu Mo continued to beg.

Xuanyuguan softened his heart, Lu Mo did not do anything wrong, his anger was too inexplicable, he suppressed his temper and said kindly: "If you are really guilty, just stay honest in Shuiyun Peak and practice hard, and you will be better off in the future." Return with sincerity!"

Lu Mo nodded solemnly: "I swear, I will treat Master sincerely!"

Xuanyu Pass sounded unpleasant: "Hmm?"

Lu Mo: "There are two masters and three masters!"

"Barely qualified," Xuanyuguan stepped into the entrance with one foot: "Remember what you said today!"

Xuanyuguan looked disgusted when he remembered the old things, Qin Fengchuan said: "Junior brother, take out the Hanyuan sword."

Lin Chiqing grasped it in the air, the dangerous aura vibrated, the air was slightly twisted, and in the red blazing flames, the mighty sword with a wide body and narrow blade lay quietly.

This is a majestic weapon. Even after many years of fighting and fighting, purification cannot completely remove the killing.

Qin Fengchuan: "Junior brothers and sisters, set up formation!"

Can't line up!Lu Mo's mind was full of this thought, panic occupied his heart, and a sense of crisis emanated from the depths of his soul.

You can't set up an formation, you can't separate your heart and soul, and you can't let him cut off the ties!

No one noticed the white afterimage in the dark night. Lu Mo crossed the mountains, rivers and lakes, and the Deep Cloud Gate became a blurred shadow. He ran wildly on the monster clouds, and the water mirror conveyed Lin Chiqing's figure.

Hurry up, stay far away, so that you can't be found, you need to get back the cold Yuan sword to prevent him from separating.

Qin Fengchuan drew the spirit-gathering formation, and three people sat cross-legged in it, with the Han Yuan sword hanging in the middle, as if realizing that the glory was about to fall, they hummed and mourned.

It floats next to Lin Chiqing, feeling closeness and attachment, but after all, it is sane, forgets many things, and begs for freedom in a language that humans cannot understand.

Lin Chiqing moved his eyes away, pinched the back of his hand with his fingertips, and several urging voices came from beside him: "Junior Brother! Why don't you start yet?"

Without the spiritual power of the three of them, it would be difficult to force the blood out of the heart and return the blood to the original owner.

Han Yuan's sword cry is even more sad, quite like a hero's twilight.

The back of Lin Chiqing's hand was covered with blood, and the flickering cold light reflected in his eyes was shattered, and many, many long-standing memories were glued together, spelling out the past that he didn't want to remember.

After the young Lin Chiqing lost his heart and blood and recovered from his injury in Shenyuntan, the first person he saw was Lu Mo.

His apprentice was not a fairy, and he would be in poor spirits if he ate whole grains and did not sleep for a day. Lu Mo held the Hanyuan sword like a treasure, and knelt down in front of Lin Chiqing to apologize with tears in his eyes.

"Master, I'm sorry! Thank you!"

Lin Chiqing used his strength to gently support the apprentice, and looked away uncomfortably, and said calmly, "I'll give it to you, just accept it."

He secretly glanced at Xuanyuguan beside him, and conveyed the message with his eyes: What did you say to him?

Xuan Yuguan rolled his eyes, mouthed and said: How can there be.

She crossed her chest and looked up at the sky, but she squinted down from the corner of her eye: "This kid has been practicing for days and nights without sleep. I think he is about to die, so I brought it here for you. Discipline and discipline your disciple!"

After receiving the news, Qin Fengchuan, who had just arrived here to pick up someone, scolded Xuanyuguan with a smile: "Isn't it also your apprentice?"

Xuan Yuguan: "But little Lu Mo only has his junior in his heart!"

It made her want to find a cute and well-behaved personal disciple.

Lu Mo lowered his head shyly, and Lin Chiqing said goodbye to everyone, saying that they would meet again in the afternoon and take the young Lu Mo to the clouds.

Xuan Yuguan put his hands around his mouth and yelled into the distance: "Let your apprentice sleep well!"

Qin Fengchuan smiled as warmly as jade: "You, you have a knife mouth and a bean curd heart."

After Lu Mo returned to the peak, he disobeyed Lin Chiqing's order for the first time, determined not to rest, and insisted on cooking for the master, but when the master refused, he wanted to shed tears of grievance.

Lin Chiqing compromised, and he was happy and busy with huge dark circles under his eyes, and he didn't fall asleep until he was full of the master's service.

The next period of time is the happiest time, the master and apprentice fight against the sky, slaying demons and demons, life is thrilling, but very happy.

The Han Yuan Sword used to be a fairy weapon, lived and experienced with them, and the bond was established bit by bit.

This sword witnessed all the warmth of that time, but now I want to kill it with my own hands!

Lin Chiqing stared at Han Yuanjian's beautiful figure. Every part of it has his own painstaking efforts, and every part is full of the past.

Xuan Yuguan: "Brother? Why are you in a daze? Do you want to do it?"

Lin Chiqing stared blankly at the bleeding crescent mark on the back of his hand. He was not afraid of pain, and felt a deep burning pain on the back of his hand.

"Boom!" There was a sudden thunder explosion in the distant forest, and the blade of Han Yuanjian shook, turned around suddenly, and rushed out of the micro world.

Xuanyuguan and Qin Fengchuan hurriedly intercepted it.

Xuanyuguan: "What's the matter? Why is there a sudden change?"

Lin Chiqing pushed the Hanyuan Sword with Feng Zhen, blocking the exit: "Its master is calling for it."

Xuanyuguan was shocked: "Lu Mo?!"

Qin Fengchuan saw that Lin Chiqing was fine, but he still didn't dare to relax, and thought: "I can't separate my heart for now, so seal it first."

The hostility of the Hanyuan Sword surged, burning with scorching flames, Qin Fengchuan was trapped in Xuanyu Pass, he quickly used water spells to protect himself, and even waved his weapon to resist the burning and piercing sword energy, Lin Chiqing was no longer in sight.

He could only shout anxiously: "Junior brother! Seal the cold Yuan sword!"

Lin Chiqing was forced to the middle of the exit by the impenetrable sword energy, sweating slightly on his forehead, if it wasn't for the cold Yuan sword releasing the water, he would also be in the sea of ​​flames now.

He drew out his own sword and stabbed with all his strength, but the cold Yuan sword that was approaching every step of the way suddenly stopped, and he took the blow with the back of the sword, leaving a puncture mark on the shiny sword surface.

The Hanyuan sword moved forward against Lin Chiqing's sword, quietly hanging a few inches in front of him, as if a pair of invisible eyes were staring at him, eyes that did not belong to the Hanyuan sword spirit itself.

Lin Chi was stunned.

The flames disappeared, Xuanyuguan Qin Fengchuan rushed over, his whole body scorched black, his happy expression sank when he saw the unsealed cold abyss, Xuanyuguan had something to say.

Qin Fengchuan saw the marks on the sword body, and turned his eyes to Lin Chiqing's seemingly calm face, his pupils shrank suddenly.

All the aura of the Hanyuan sword was restrained, like an ordinary sword, slowly approaching Lin Chiqing, just like Lu Mo's indifference and calm pressing after the Dragon King Pearl incident.

Lin Chiqing subconsciously staggered his body, and Qin Fengchuan was already prepared to intercept him with his horizontal sword.

Han Yuanjian bounced off the weapon forcefully, and flew out of the exit to the night sky flexibly.

Qin Fengchuan: "Hurry up!"

Lin Chiqing was shocked, and hurried to follow, Xuanyuguan held him and shook his head: "Don't go!"

With the Hanyuan Sword, Lu Mo is here!

A few uncommon auras streaked across the forest, the terrifying and oppressive Ye Beast lowered its head, candles were lit up in the Deep Cloud Gate, and disheveled disciples stood in front of the gate in twos and threes looking up.

Shi Jin stood under the tree with a lantern in his hand, his senior brother stepped lightly, and landed on the top of the tree, wearing loose pajamas, Shi Jin couldn't bear to look straight, and looked in the opposite direction.

His vision froze, the white-clothed immortal in the distant sky smashed the floating clouds, and crossed the huge and beautiful full moon, that adult seemed to be shining with the light competing with the moon.

Shi Jin: "Senior brother Junwu! Senior brother Junwu! Look at that!"

Lin Chiqing followed the trajectory of Han Yuanjian's departure, and found the aura of senior brother and sister was nearby, but Han Yuanjian and Lu Mo's aura was not found at all.

He must be in this area!

He purposely concealed his breath, perhaps on a certain tree or bush, watching them pass by in front of him over and over again, searching to no avail!