The Xuanyuan tribe.
Youguantang.
This darkroom is built in the mountains of Huishan.
It is said to be a hall, but it is better to be said to be a dungeon.
This room was originally built after the Xuanyuan family took root in Huishan three hundred years ago.
It was built to bury the heads of the Xuanyuan family in the past dynasties.
Until a hundred years ago, the young man who was not originally named Xuanyuan changed his name to Xuanyuan Dapan because he married into the Xuanyuan family and was personally cultivated by the Xuanyuan family.
After becoming the head of the Xuanyuan family.
This Youguantang became the place where he used to imprison those women who were originally used as cauldrons but did not realize their enlightenment as cauldrons.
In Youguan Hall at this time.
gloomy.
There is only a dark room with a narrow iron window. Without lighting, only during the day can sunlight penetrate into the room through the narrow iron window.
Take care of the girl who is like a living dead.
Only half a year.
This girl, who used to be lively and cheerful, and even strong-tempered, gradually turned into a lonely body that seemed to have no soul.
It wasn't just that she couldn't escape the dungeon.
It's because the person buried deep in her heart is no longer alive.
In a trance.
The girl with glassy eyes suddenly felt ripples in her eyes.
Inexplicably, she recalled the days before leaving Wudang Mountain.
The young man in white returned to Wudang Mountain all the way from Tai'an City.
In front of her, he got angry and beat Hong Xixiang, the reincarnation of Lu Zu of Wudang Mountain.
That was the figure of a young man in her eyes.
It's like he is invincible in the world, standing tall and unrivaled.
Then, before she had a chance to chat with the young man, she was informed by the young man.
He will go into seclusion, maybe two years, maybe three years before he comes out.
If only she had known that this was the last time she would see that boy.
She would definitely pester the boy shamelessly, nagging him for at least a whole night until she clearly told him her feelings.
Only in this life can I have no regrets.
"The world where you are not here."
"It's really boring."
The tip of the purple-clothed girl's nose twitched slightly, feeling sad in her heart.
The sunlight shines through the narrow iron window and reflects on her sad and thin face, which is so desolate.
Right now.
The woman's heart suddenly jumped as if she was about to die.
On a whim.
She stood up in confusion and walked towards the window that was the only window that had any connection with the outside world.
Through the window.
She found that the sky today seemed a little too sunny.
Even the large snow flat in the distance is always covered with clouds and deep snow.
Today there seems to be signs of being digested by the great sun.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng seemed to know what was going to happen, and suddenly cried loudly.
With that shrill voice, he shouted "Dad" with all his strength!
Huishan today.
There is destined to be a scholar who wants to sweep away the centuries-old snow accumulated on this Hui Mountain.
Not only for his daughter, but also for the entire Xuanyuan family.
Wu Changqing and Lao Huang, who were climbing mountains, were enjoying the beautiful scenery of Huishan mountains and forests.
I sighed that it was already half as grand as Wudang Mountain.
But at this time.
The smile on Wu Changqing's face gradually faded.
Old Huang stared at the sky with slightly focused eyes.
There, there was a Confucian scholar in gray clothes, like a saint, stepping into the air step by step.
The figure is free and unrestrained, bold and uninhibited.
The moment when the middle-aged Confucian scholar came to Wu Changqing and Lao Huang and slowly landed on the ground.
On the stone steps of Huishan, a large number of Xuanyuan's private soldiers wearing fine armor and weapons blocked behind Xuanyuan Jingcheng.
The chilling atmosphere filled Huishan.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng ignored the movement behind him.
At this moment, he seemed to have untied the knot in his heart that had lasted decades. His face was clearly middle-aged, but he looked so clear and bold.
"Xuanyuan Jingcheng, pay your respects to the Immortal!"
Xuanyuan Jingcheng's clothes were stained with blood. In front of everyone, he knelt down and kowtowed heavily in front of Wu Changqing, who was dressed in white and looked like an immortal.
There were hundreds of Xuanyuan's private soldiers in the rear, all of them were afraid to breathe, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
They witnessed with their own eyes this scholar who was originally the most useless scholar in the clan.
A palm penetrated the chest of Xuanyuan Jingxuan, who possessed the Finger Profound Realm.
With one hand, he pulled out the head of Xuanyuan Zongzong, who was expected to become the next head of the family.
Then, like an immortal alive, he flew into the air and arrived at the halfway point of Huishan Mountain.
"Xuanyuan Jingcheng!"
Thunder shouted angrily.
In front of the mountain road surrounded by a large number of private soldiers of the Xuanyuan family.
An old man with a sword violently ran through the entire team, and appeared in front of Wu Changqing and others angrily.
The old man's face is very similar to Xuanyuan Jingcheng's, but he is more majestic.
"How could our Xuanyuan family give birth to a guy like you who bullies his master and destroys his ancestors!"
"Get out of Huishan now."
"Don't wait for the ancestor to come out of seclusion, it will be difficult for you to die even if you want to!"
The old man with the sword did not take action, but pointed at Xuanyuan Jingcheng who was kneeling in front of Wu Changqing and angrily shouted.
"It made the immortal laugh."
"The family is unfortunate. There is a morally corrupt ancestor at the top, and there are elders in the family who are doing evil things."
"The snow in the Xuanyuan family has already almost crushed the eaves of the house."
After Xuanyuan Jingcheng kowtowed sincerely, he stood up slowly.
His face was as usual, and he said with a smile.
"It was because I came that you decided to take that step."
"It's just a coincidence that this happened to me."
Wu Changqing raised his eyebrows slightly.
His spiritual consciousness has covered the entire Huishan, and he began to look for the aura of the person he wanted to see.
"Maybe... there must be God's will in the dark."
Xuanyuan Jingcheng smiled and said helplessly.
He calmly turned around and faced the father who had no affection for him.
"As a relative of the Xuanyuan Kingdom, my second and third brothers died unjustly. I have a clear conscience."
"But you can live, which is the only way I can repay you for giving birth to me."
"You, let's go."
Xuanyuan Jingcheng seemed to be announcing the verdict, and the atmosphere of the Confucian and Taoist people made everyone present feel inspired.
"Hmph, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, you thought you had read the book for 20 or 30 years and finally figured out the name."
"Have the ability to join the Confucian, Taoist and celestial phenomena."
"You can do whatever you want in Huishan?"
Xuanyuan Guoqi had a sneer on his face.
One of his hands has slowly touched the handle of the knife at his waist.
"It should be noted that compared to the worldly warriors of the same realm, the combat power of the three religions is more than a little bit behind."
"You think you can kill Xuanyuan Jingxuan and Xuanyuan Zongzong who were forced to raise their cultivation level by the ancestor."
"Can you really stop taking me seriously?"
"Xuanyuan Jingcheng!"
Xuanyuan Guoqi sneered sarcastically, and at the end of his sentence, he suddenly shouted sharply.
At the same time, the long knife on his waist was so fast that everyone saw an extremely blurry white shadow crossing before their eyes.
When they saw clearly the situation in front of them.
Everyone gasped.
After more than ten years of seclusion, Xuanyuan Guoqi, the current head of the Xuanyuan family, finally entered the realm of celestial phenomena. This was comparable to the casual sword strike of the Sword Immortal Gu Jiantang.
It stopped three feet away from Xuanyuan Jingcheng's chest.
The blade bent to the right in a huge arc that was about to break.
As for Xuanyuan Guoqi, who was holding a long sword, the palm holding the sword was bloody and bloody, with white bones visible.
"How can it be."
Xuanyuan Guoqi looked at this scene in disbelief.
Feeling the knife that seemed to be cutting on the green mountain, he felt a turbulent wave in his heart!
It is absolutely true that Xuanyuan Jingcheng stepped into Confucian celestial phenomena.
Because he is in the same celestial realm and can clearly perceive the other person's realm.
But the other party's actual combat power was beyond his reach.
This was originally known to everyone in the world, that people from the same realm of the three religions are far inferior to martial artists of the same realm...
Is it possible...
Is Xuanyuan Jingcheng already a god on land with one foot? !
