There are mysterious bamboo forests and small rivers.
Meng Bingyun raised her head, looked at the young man in front of her, felt the wind caressing her from time to time, and suddenly felt a little dazed.
The Taoist Master who had lived for three hundred years was now standing in front of him.
Her face was slightly red, but it was not because of any feelings, it was just the excitement of meeting the legend.
For her, and for everyone in the ninety-nine states of Middle-earth, the Taoist in front of her was an existence in legends and myths.
In ancient times, there were holy emperors who ruled the world and suppressed the wild demons. In the middle ages, there were scholars who established their minds and taught rituals and laws to the world. In today's world, it is the Taoist masters who spread the laws and provide opportunities for all living beings to practice.
No matter what position you are in, no matter what your cultivation qualifications are, as long as you fall into a dream, you will be able to see the appearance of the Taoist master and see a method.
Over the past few hundred years, many people have gotten a chance to get ahead from their humble beginnings because of the Taoist Master's gifts.
There are also many original aristocratic families who spread the conspiracy theory, and even the royal family said that the Taoist Master is drawing on the power of faith from all living beings.
But no matter how it is smeared, no matter how it is arranged, this feat of spreading the Dharma to the world cannot be doubted.
Even if the Taoist needs the power of faith from all living beings, so what?
Based on Meng Bingyun's own feelings, without the Twelve Xuanyin Swords that she obtained when she entered the dream, she might only be able to practice her family's skills forever. Whether she could break through to the Martial Saint level in this life has yet to be said.
So the blush on her face was just due to extreme excitement.
"Thank you, Master, for saving your life."
After these thoughts flashed for a few moments, Meng Bingyun immediately leaned forward to bow and saluted the young man in front of him.
But her figure was frozen in the sky, unable to kneel down no matter what.
"Hehe, Taoist master doesn't like others kneeling down."
Hong Luan's clear voice sounded from her ears, and when she looked closely, the Taoist Master was also looking at her with a smile.
"I don't want to kneel down."
The calm and clear voice sounded slightly, and it seemed to have a heart-warming meaning, which made Meng Bingyun finally stand up.
She still bowed and made a long salute to express her gratitude and gratitude.
Although the Taoist Master did not want her to repay him with anything, Meng Bingyun still kept this kindness in her heart and would always remember it.
"You are very talented. If you hadn't realized the sword intent of the Twelve Xuanyin Swords, I wouldn't have been able to sense you. So you don't need to thank me, everything is your destiny."
Meng Bingyun felt a flash of joy in her heart when she heard Taoist Master's slightly appreciative tone, but immediately bowed again and said:
"Without the grace of Taoist Master teaching the Dharma, Bingyun would not be what he is today."
"Try this sword."
The young man shook his head, and a long wooden sword suddenly appeared in his hand.
It seems to be made of peach wood, with a length of three feet and three inches. Upon closer inspection, it does not have the unique original color of wood, but has a hint of dark gold.
As soon as Meng Bingyun looked away, she heard the sound of a long sword being unsheathed.
bass!
The crisp and ethereal sound of drawing a sword is not as heavy as an ordinary wooden sword at all, but like a piece of frost-cold Kyushu's fallen star cold iron, so sharp that it seems to cut through everything.
"Peach God's Seven Ultimate Swords! Wow! This is made of the Peach God's body!"
At this moment, when the little girl Hong Luan saw the sword, her eyes widened and her little arms and legs danced, as if she was extremely surprised.
Peach God's Seven Swords?
Meng Bingyun's heart skipped a beat when she saw Hongluan like this.
It is rumored that hundreds of years ago, the Taishi Mountains, which stretched across several states and were tens of thousands of miles away, was lifted up to the ninth level of the sky by someone during a duel between peak experts.
As for the two powerful men in that battle, one of them was the Taoist Master in front of him, and the other was the mighty Peach God.
I heard that during the battle that year, the sky collapsed, the seas dried up and the rocks shattered, and the stars and rivers turned upside down.
In the end, the power of the Taoist master and all living beings caused the stone to sprout, and then the Peach God was completely killed in one fell swoop.
These records were described by later generations as if they were myths. The fall of the Middle Earth and the fall of the universe were all written vividly and vividly. These were naturally polished as soon as they were heard.
But most of the events in it are true.
For example, the Taishi Mountains, which stretch for tens of thousands of miles, are still largely empty.
And at the top of the sky, there is also the floating sacred mountain with the Supreme Way.
Meng Bingyun didn't know how true the deeds recorded in the history books were, but at least he knew about Tao Shen's cultivation back then.
That is a super strong man who is at the peak of the Nine Tribulations of the Ghost Immortal and is one step away from becoming the Yang God!
There is no such person, even if all living beings in the world can practice martial arts and Taoism, there is not a single one!
Is this sword made of the body of the Peach God?
At this moment, Meng Bingyun couldn't help but feel slightly dizzy.
Taking the peak of the Nine Tribulations as a guide, how terrifying and unparalleled is the long sword forged by Taishang Dao Master?
"Tao Master...I..."
Meng Bingyun swallowed softly, no longer daring to raise her head and look directly at the Peach God Seven Swords.
You must know that the best sword she has ever touched in her life is only at the level of an innate martial artist!
That was after winning the family competition, the patriarch specially lent her his sword for seven days.
During that time, she almost fell asleep holding the sword.
"Hold it, you will be my supreme contemporary saint."
But at this moment, the young man's voice became extremely indifferent.
His eyes were no longer as peaceful as before, but instead took on an air of indifference and forgetfulness.
The air around him suddenly became cold.
Whirring whirring!
What was originally a gentle breeze suddenly began to take on a chilling tone, sweeping across like an autumn knife and causing a deep chill to the bones.
Meng Bingyun felt that all the pores in his body were trembling at this moment.
What's going on here?
Meng Bingyun, who was still in his prime, was struck by this cold breath for no reason, and scenes of flowing light-like shadows suddenly appeared in his mind.
Fire and smoke, corpses everywhere.
The sister who grew up together and followed him every day, the father and mother who endured hardships and protected him as he grew up, the kin who, despite their friction and vindictiveness, are still inseparable at critical moments...
Dead, all dead.
She seemed to see her sister's desperate and absent-minded eyes, heard her parents' roars using up their last bit of strength to let her escape, and smelled the chaotic smell of burning, scorched blood.
Why? Why should my whole family suffer misfortune? Why do these disasters happen to me?
Shua la la!
The bone-chilling air flow, following the movement of the twelve Xuanyin Swords, quickly poured into Meng Bingyun's internal organs, four tips and seven orifices.
She seemed to have lost her mind and froze on the spot.
But the sword intent swirling around him has become increasingly profound and solemn.
"bass!"
The next moment, she suddenly took a step forward and grasped the Peach God Seven Swords!
"I can not be reconciled…"
The strong will completely dispelled all her awe and worries at this moment.
The long wooden sword was completely held in her hand, and it seemed that it was attracted by the thoughts inside, and the terrifying power that had been dormant for hundreds of years began to emerge.
The fear of the seven emotions, the pain of the six desires.
Boom boom boom!
As soon as Meng Bingyun's eyes flashed, he felt his face being pierced by the strong wind like knives, and everything in his sight turned into an inexplicable existence that he had never seen before.
That man had a pale mask on his face, and his eyes were only outlined in vermilion. The scarlet eyes revealed endless weirdness.
Peach God!
At this moment, Meng Bingyun didn't know that he had seen the terrifying god who was at the peak of the Nine Tribulations. All the wishes in his heart suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Is this power of the Nine Demonic Abyss, which is about to fall to the limitless border just by looking at it, the enemy that the Dao Master fought against back then?
"Peach God..."
However, at this moment, Meng Bingyun suddenly stroked the ends of her hair, and a trace of determination appeared on her beautiful face.
The next moment, she grabbed the sword in her hand and swung it away!
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