no thoughts [cultivation]

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Liu Shi's mind, before he had time to think about it, he became anxious and passed out.

Before he fell asleep, when his eyes were blurred, he vaguely saw Ying Shuangping seeming to glance at himself.

In that look, there was no cowardice and weakness when he was called "Brother Liu" before, but a bottomless coldness, like another person.

"Shi'er!" Liu Shi exclaimed.

No matter how angry he was with what Liu Shi did, he was still his own son. Seeing him passed out, Liu Kun naturally ignored other things, bid farewell to everyone politely, and left here with the unconscious Liu Shi.

When saying goodbye to Xuan Wen, Liu Kun suppressed his anger in his heart, because he didn't want to deal with Meng Yi, but he also shot his own Shi'er.However, Xuanwen's state at this time is not the same as in the past. No matter how angry Liu Kun is, he must have the courtesy he should have.

In this way, Liu Kun didn't show the slightest bit on the face, but the anger accumulated in his heart was even worse.

What a Xuanwen.

The matter of Liu Kun and Liu Shi did not attract the attention of the monks in the audience. After all, compared with the small grievances between those children and descendants, the fact that Dong Lu became a cultivator in the ascension period was the most important thing.

Sanyuan Da Neng looked at Xuanwen, cupped his hands and said, "Congratulations to the Suzerain for his breakthrough."

The other three elders also stepped forward to congratulate one by one, and after the four elders of Hongyan Sect had all congratulated, the elders of other sects and families stepped forward one by one with a smile.

On such occasions, naturally there is no chance for other juniors to speak.

However, before the congratulations of the elders of the various sect families were over, Xuan Wen closed his eyes, and his black eyes swept over everyone.

For a moment, all the cultivators felt chills down their backs, their bodies stiffened, and they couldn't speak anymore, let alone go to Xuanwen to congratulate.

Xuanwen looked at Sanyuan: "The arrangements are well made."

After speaking, under the watchful eyes of a group of cultivators, he hugged Meng Yi and flew away from this place.

At the same time, the suffocating coercion finally disappeared, the chest tightness disappeared, and everyone was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

The power of the ascension period is really terrifying.

Sanyuan Da Neng heard what Xuanwen said, and watched him leave without saying a word.

Although Sanyuan didn't know what the suzerain meant, he still followed Xuanwen's order and said to the others: "The suzerain left the customs in a hurry, there are still some things to deal with, and the realm needs to be stabilized. It's inconvenient to entertain everyone today, so I'm neglecting you."

Sanyuan spoke of negligence, and everyone at the scene should not agree, they all said: "It should be, it should be, Xuanzong's master will not break through for a long time, and he needs to stabilize his realm. I am the one who bothered you."

No one mentioned the people who were taken away by Xuan Wen, the injured Liu Shi and the collapsed wooden house in the distance.

Another cultivator said: "Sect Master Xuan is now stabilizing his realm. I don't know how many days it will take, but the birthday of Sanyuan Da Neng is tomorrow. I still want to congratulate him."

Sanyuan Da Neng heard the words and said: "The birthday will be held as scheduled. At that time, I hope all the practitioners will come to my peak to gather."

In this way, the elders and powerful elders who were at least a thousand years old exchanged greetings with each other for a while, and then left Jiuqu Peak one after another.

All the disciples also left.

In the end, only the four elders of Hongyanzong remained here.

Fairy Wei Luo couldn't leave her fan, and she waved the cold wind and frost: "What do you say, what does the suzerain mean by this move?" She took Meng Yi away, and even laid hands on Liu Shi. Could it be that she suddenly realized that Meng Yi suddenly found out? Is it more important than Ying Shuangping?

Thinking of Meng Yi, Fairy Wei Luo couldn't help but think of Su Ge who she had locked up in Cang Palace to recuperate. If he wasn't locked up, she didn't know what he would do after the demon invaded his consciousness.At this time Xuanwen's mind was unpredictable, and he couldn't let Suge come out.

Sanyuan Da Neng said: "No matter what the suzerain wants, we don't need to ask, just do our own thing."

Osmanthus and Xianlong said: "It should be like this."

Hearing this, Willow pointed to the collapsed wooden house over there: "Then..."

Sanyuan understood, and said: "Since the suzerain did not kill, then don't worry about it."

When Xianlong heard this, he didn't care much and said, "Just throw it into the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain."

Sanyuan nodded: "Also."

As a result, Tong Heng, whose viscera were torn apart, was knocked out by Xianlong and thrown into the high-level secret realm in the back mountain.The door of the secret realm was closed, Xianlong thought, with this servant's cultivation base, he might not be able to get out until he died.

As for the white goose at the side, they didn't pay much attention to it, they just thought it was an ordinary spirit beast, probably not even enlightened.

With a wave of the Osmanthus at the side, the dilapidated and collapsed wooden house disappeared without a trace.

After doing this, they left one by one.

The white goose, restrained by Xuanwen's coercion, waited for these people to leave before flapping its wings, very anxious, and disappeared in place as if flying, heading towards the gate of the sect.

In this situation, the owner must be found.

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Danyan Peak was destroyed by the thunder calamity, the main peak was split in two, and the spiritual veins in the gully overflowed with thick foggy spiritual energy, covering the mountain peak.The aura is alive, but it can't restore the desolate and barren mountain peaks that have been burned by the nine-fold thunder calamity, which is enough to see the power of the catastrophe.

Holding Meng Yi, Xuanwen tore through the space, and returned to the main peak almost instantly.

Xuanwen stood in the void, higher than the peak, looking down at the dilapidated and barren mountain, his clothes fluttered with the wind, making hunting sounds.

He held Meng Yi with one hand, and stretched out the other hand, towards the position of the main peak.

Yousu white fluorescent light was released from his palm and flowed between the mountain peaks at an extremely fast speed. In an instant, the main peak that was split in half by the thunder calamity merged into one, seamlessly.From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, countless light green tender grasses grew out of the soil, and after a while, green branches also protruded from the scorched black soil, growing at an extremely fast speed visible to the naked eye. During the process, the branches faded from green and gradually changed It is brown, and there are countless side branches at the forks, and the branches are gradually covered with green and lush leaves, which are dense and lush.After a while, even birds and beasts began to shuttle among them, and there were clear chirping sounds.

Everything grows and is full of vitality, and the greenery spreads from the mountains to the top of the mountain, covering the scorching black.

When the growth is over, the Hongmeng Hall, which was destroyed by the thunder robbery, rises from the top of the mountain.

Xuanwen withdrew his hand, placed a restraint, and then dodged into the Hongmeng Palace

When Meng Yi woke up dimly, he only felt that his body seemed to be floating in mid-air, and a strange force lingered around him, lifting him up, but he couldn't find any point of strength.

He opened his eyes, and the majestic, tall and resplendent palace roof came into view.

Xuanwen has been standing by his side with his hands behind his back, and when he saw Meng Yi woke up, he didn't say a word, just looked at him fixedly.

After a while, Meng Yi, who was fully awake, found that his body was indeed floating.He seemed to be in a transparent hood, with countless bright lines surrounding his body, protruding into his belly from time to time.The moment those white lines invaded his body, Meng Yi only felt a burst of scorching heat in his stomach, and his dantian felt faintly filled with spiritual energy. The warm feeling traveled along the meridians and flowed throughout his body, constantly filling him Weak body.

From this point of view, those lines should be the substance formed by the rich aura.

Meng Yi tilted his head slightly, his eyes full of sadness and joy, and looked at Xuan Wen who was beside him.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Meng Yi asked calmly, "What do you want to do?"

"You'll know when you get better." As he said that, Xuanwen shot out a circle of light, which turned into countless lines when it touched the transparent cover, sneaking into it, replenishing the aura absorbed by Meng Yi's body.

Today, Meng Yi is even more unable to understand what Xuanwen is doing.If it was before, he only thought that what happened 50 years ago was just Xuan Wen's partiality. Looking at it now, maybe he has other plans.What Xuan Wen did to his body, Meng also didn't know, looking at Xuan Wen's words and deeds at this moment, I am afraid that if you ask him, you will not get any answer.

That being the case, it is best not to close your eyes and rest, so as not to waste your mind and tongue because of other people.Thinking like this, Meng Yi really turned around and closed his eyes, breathing slowly.

Seeing that Meng Yi was so indifferent, happy with the situation, without any fear, Xuan Wen raised the corners of his lips.

It's a pity that Meng Yi had already closed his eyes and concentrated on it, so he didn't see it.

In the grand and magnificent hall, Meng Yi closed his eyes and floated in the air, while Xuan Wen stood on one side with his hands behind his back, waving his hands from time to time and throwing a circle of light into the transparent dome.

The atmosphere was quiet and surprisingly peaceful.

All of a sudden, Xuan Wen thought of Liu Shi's words "Master of the Wind-Singing Sword", and the aura around him became even more majestic: "Han'er, where is the Wind-Singing Sword?"

Hearing this, Meng Yi slowly opened his eyes.

Yinfeng Sword.

When Meng Yichu entered the foundation building period, he was only more than ten years old, and he was a passionate and bright youth.

Cultivators, especially those with outstanding talents, naturally cannot do without a natal magic weapon tailored for them. The natal magic weapon is integrated into the spiritual consciousness and often stays with the cultivator for a lifetime.At that time, Xuanwen used Wannian Fengpo to integrate Qianyuan Wujin, and it took several months to personally create a natal magic weapon for him. And the change, from a low-grade spirit sword suitable for use in the foundation-building period, to an immortal magic weapon.

Really precious and precious.

Xuanwen gifted the spirit sword to Meng Yichu on the day he established his foundation.

Meng Yi took the sword in surprise and respect.

Xuanwen said: "In the future, this sword will be your natal magic weapon."

At that time Meng Yi was still young, so he was naturally happy to get this sword, thinking in his heart that at this time, his state is shallow and he can't do anything, and he will have to repay his master in the future.

When he was happy, Meng Yi did not forget to ask: "Master, what is the name of this sword?"

"Not yet named."

Meng Yi clenched his fists and saluted: "This sword was given to me by Master, and Master should name it."

Xuanwen has always been majestic, and people dare not approach him easily. Talking to him feels like a heavy burden, but when facing Meng Yi, he is like a good teacher and helpful friend. Hearing what he said at this time, he said: "My teacher's name is Wen, and the word is Danyin. Han'er is the root of wind spirit, this sword is also of wind attribute, if not, it is called Wind Chanting Sword."

"Wind Wind Sword?" The young man suddenly smiled, his eyebrows were curved, his face was clear and dimpled, and his clear eyes were full of admiration, "Good name, this sword should be with me for the rest of my life."

Memories come to an abrupt end.

Meng Yi stared at the tall and magnificent roof, and said in a low voice, "Xuan Wen, what do you want from me?"

Could it be that since he accepted himself back then, he had already started to set up this situation, quietly laying down a net of heaven and earth.

Xuan Wen didn't answer the question, but asked again: "Han'er, where is the Yinfeng Sword?"

"Wind Wind Sword?" Meng Yi turned to look at him with bright eyes, "Buried."

"Buried?"

"Fifty years ago, he was buried between heaven and earth."