The situation at the top of the mainland has changed, and Central China has completely faded from the world's sight because of the destruction of Tiandao Sect.
Originally the only holy land in Central China, Tianxiang Lane seemed to have suddenly become the only face of Central China. However, Tianxiang Pavilion had a very strange condition, that is, the disciples who entered Tianxiang Pavilion must be women.
This puts the greatest constraints on this great holy land.
Among the ten holy places, after a battle, Hanhai Tower and Wuhen Valley lost their peak combat power. Especially Xu Ying, the master of Wuhen Valley, completely lost his trace, causing the two holy places to disappear from the sight of the world.
Dao Dao Sword Sect and Hongchen Xuan have already experienced a war, and this time it was the main force that destroyed Tiandao Sect. It seems that no one in the entire Dao Dao Sword Sect, except Tang Tianchao, can stand at the top.
But no one has forgotten that a sword leader once appeared in this Taoist Sword Sect.
They represent the pinnacle of cultivators across the continent.
In this world, after all, we still have to rely on our fists to speak.
In the past month, Tang Tianchao has succeeded the Holy Master of the Taoist Sword Sect, and because of Yang Ning's reputation, among the eighteen peaks, Qianyuan Peak is the most lively.
There was an endless stream of people coming to the Dao Dao Sword Sect to become disciples. Many disciples even chose Qianyuan Peak directly after entering the Dao Dao Sword Sect, which also left Tang Tianchao speechless.
"This kid has already left, but he still has such a big influence. He is really nothing." Tang Tianchao cursed, but he could only keep explaining to everyone. Who would have thought that some disciples would directly open the door? He scolded and started to scold the Holy Master of Taoist Sword Sect.
Until Tang Tianchao had no choice but to finally take out the token belonging to Qianyuan Peak.
"Aren't you awesome?"
"Why are all of them sick now?"
"Come on, come on, try one by one. Whoever can make him recognize his master will be the master of Qianyuan Peak from now on."
"Come on, try them both..."
A group of disciples who had already entered Taoist Sword Sect finally gave up.
There was no way, just now one person was not afraid of death, and directly immersed himself in the sword-head token. But soon, the disciple let go of the sword-head token, and because he could not bear the majestic sword energy in the token, he was instantly killed. Made an idiot.
As a result, these new disciples who entered the Taoist Sword Sect were finally frightened by Tang Tianchao.
"Okay, okay, I know you want to follow in his footsteps, but there is one thing you have forgotten."
"You have no idea how much he has paid for Sword Sect. You have only seen his glory, but you don't know how hard he worked."
"Okay, okay, let's all go practice quickly."
Tang Tianchao waved his hand, signaling for the disciples to disperse.
"I want to try again..."
The sound was not very loud, but it seemed sonorous and powerful as it echoed around Qianyuan Peak.
"Aren't you afraid of being hurt by the sword energy?" Tang Tianchao was a little surprised, because he had already seen the young man.
"Not afraid."
"May I have your name?"
"Chen Zhang."
"You really want to try?"
"I want to try." Shen Zhang stared at the sword token in Tang Tianchao's hand, his eyes full of determination.
"But your cultivation..." Tang Tianchao could naturally see the cultivation that belonged to Shen Zhang.
Only at the peak of Guanshan Realm, that is to say, even if this Shen Zhang could release his mind into the sword head token, he might not be able to escape intact.
"Holy Master, we sword cultivators must move forward indomitably." Shen Zhang said, but there was an aura of indomitable energy in the half-year-old boy.
"Huh?" Tang Tianchao's eyes lit up because these words seemed familiar to him.
That seemed to be eight hundred years ago.
But, is this young man in front of him him?
Tang Tianchao's eyes were in a trance for a while, but he quickly calmed down and looked at Shen Zhang in front of him, feeling a little unbearable, but seeing the persistence in the young man's eyes, he finally agreed.
"Try it." The sword-head token was delivered to Shen Zhangqian.
Shen Zhang's eyes became intense, because he had always had a dream in his heart, that is, to become a sword cultivator in the world, and now the opportunity was in front of him.
This is the sword head of the Dao Dao Sword Sect, and in the entire continent, the sword sect is dominated by the Dao Dao Sword Sect, so this sword head, to a certain extent, is the sword head of the sword cultivator in the entire continent.
"I will definitely succeed." With firm eyes, Shen Zhang slowly stretched out his arms.
Shen Zhang felt a hot feeling, as if he was in a fireball, and Shen Zhang's face turned red instantly.
In Shen Zhang's mind, there were sword shadows all over the sky, and Shen Zhang's figure was like a drifting wave facing a tornado, teetering on the edge of collapse.
But the young man's expression remained unchanged. Even if the sky fell and the earth collapsed, even if the sun and moon failed to shine, and even though the sword shadows were heavy, he was still unafraid.
The young man's heart was as firm as iron, and he did not flinch in the face of the sword shadow.
"I am the one who becomes the head of the sword." The shadow of the sword kept passing through Shen Zhang's figure, and Shen Zhang's aura in his mind became weaker and weaker, but his eyes were firm, so he gritted his teeth and persisted.
Tang Tianchao looked at Shen Zhang. Although he was calm and used to seeing the clouds rise and fall, he was still very nervous at the moment.
After all, that sentence is very familiar.
Soon, Shen Zhang's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and he was experiencing tremendous pain.
However, as time went by, Tang Tianchao's eyes became more and more intense.
Regarding the sword head token, although Tang Tianchao did not let him recognize its owner, he was very familiar with it. The longer he could hold on to it, the greater the possibility of success.
Could he be who he was eight hundred years ago?
Tang Tianchao himself knew that before the results came out, everything was just talk.
However, at this moment, there was hope in Tang Tianchao's eyes.
In the blink of an eye, an hour had passed, and Shen Zhang also persisted for an hour.
However, Shen Zhang was in a very embarrassed state at this moment. Not only was his body soaked with sweat, but his face was also extremely pale at the moment.
However, a smile appeared on Tang Tianchao's face, and it became stronger and stronger.
Shen Zhang finally opened his eyes.
"What did you see?" Tang Tianchao was a little excited, because Shen Zhang's eyes were very pure, which meant that the other party was probably successful.
"A sword and a monument."
"And..." Shen Zhang tried hard to remember, but it felt very vague.
"It doesn't matter. Since you have seen the monument, it means that you have succeeded." Tang Tianchao was very excited. Since Chen Zhi's death eight hundred years ago, the Taoist Sword Sect had never had a sword head until a few years ago. The appearance of Yang Ning in the past would have originally put a sword leader in the dust, but he didn't expect that Yang Ning's sword leader years were only a few years.
However, the appearance of a new sword head made Tang Tianchao very excited.
"Qianyuan Peak is yours from now on." Tang Tianchao couldn't wait to announce the news.
However, Shen Zhang's eyes were extremely heavy and he could no longer hear what Tang Tianchao said.
"With the sword head reappearing, the Taoist Sword Sect will definitely regain its former glory." Tang Tianchao said, full of hope for the future of the Taoist Sword Sect.
Two months have passed in the blink of an eye.
For two months, Yang Ning and his party were very comfortable in Jingxin Valley, but Yang Qi was a little restless, and finally had no choice but to escape from this place full of peach blossoms.
Suddenly, there was a wave of fluctuation from the depths of the Meditation Valley.
Peach blossoms fall and beauties dance. This is a unique and charming scenery. But Yang Ning didn't see it.
A roaring sound came. Yang Ning had been in seclusion for nearly a month, and finally a figure appeared from the depths of the Jingxin Valley.
"A breakthrough?" Shangguan Wan'er was wearing a light pink dress, which seemed to blend in with the peach blossoms in the surrounding valley.
"Breakthrough." Yang Ning himself didn't know how much time had passed, but at this moment, he was indeed a real strong man above the mountaineering level.
"Brother Ning..."
Huan Ling also came closer.
"You didn't see it just now. Sister Wan'er danced in the rain of peach blossoms. It was so beautiful..."
Huan Ling said, but he didn't care about Yang Ning's cultivation level.
Yang Ning looked at Shangguan Wan'er and saw a hint of shyness on Shangguan Wan'er's face, but Yang Ning was also very pleased because Shangguan Wan'er and Huan Ling got along very well, which was a good thing.
"Does it look good? Then please dance again?" Yang Ning's first question was to Huan Ling, but the next moment he looked at Shangguan Wan'er.
Wan'er was a little shy. After all, she and Huan Ling were two women, but with Yang Ning, they were completely different.
However, after Shangguan Wan'er became entangled, her dress began to dance among the peach blossoms in the valley.
Like an elf, like a butterfly among flowers, sometimes it lands among the peach blossoms to smell the fragrance, and sometimes it shuttles among the peach blossom trees like a stray rabbit.
Yang Ning watched with fascination. Although he had seen such a scene many times in his previous life, this was the first time in this life.
"It's so beautiful..." Huan Ling kept praising her, and started to imitate Shangguan Wan'er's technique with her hands, dancing between the peach trees.
Yang Ning's thoughts were a little melancholy. Although life like this was good, there was one thing that made Yang Ning unsatisfied.
"Hui Ni, are you okay?" More than ten years have passed since we said goodbye, and Yang Ning is also busy with his revenge. Finally, Tiandao Sect has been destroyed, and his cultivation has reached the level of mountaineering. , then there is only one thing left at this moment.
The Cangqiong Realm is a place unknown to cultivators in the world. Yang Ning was like this in his previous life, but this life is different.
This secret has become even more difficult to learn with the destruction of many forces in the Ten Holy Lands.
Yang Ning has already touched the secrets of the Firmament Realm, and with more and more contacts in this life, Yang Ning knows more and more secrets about the Firmament Realm.
"Two months?" Yang Ning murmured, watching the two beautiful figures dancing gracefully in front of her, her mood gradually became more and more transcendent.
In two months, I just had the opportunity to enjoy the beautiful mountains and rivers with two beautiful figures.
Yang Ning had an idea and came up with this idea.
The two women also readily agreed. After all, in the past ten years, Shangguan Wan'er had no news because of Yang Ning, and coupled with the fall of Split Sky, Shangguan Wan'er's heart has been filled with hatred. However, as the Tiandao Sect With the destruction of the world, Shangguan Wan'er's heart began to feel a little more single.
Perhaps it was because Shangguan Wan'er had been unable to improve her cultivation for more than ten years due to hatred. Now that the Tiandao Sect was annihilated, her cultivation actually broke through and reached the mountaineering realm.
This can be regarded as the reward for Shangguan Wan'er's silence for more than ten years.
The three of them left the valley and headed west.
There are countless beautiful scenery along the way, but as a few people gradually move westward, the greenness belonging to the land gradually decreases.
This is the case in Xihuang, with less water but more enthusiasm.
The two girls had a great time in an important town in the Western Wilderness, especially the exotic outfits of the two girls, which made Yang Ning's eyes light up.
"Wan'er, Ling'er, you are so beautiful..."
Yang Ning looked at the two women smiling and was instantly addicted.
"Look at your ghostly appearance." Shangguan Wan'er took a look at Yang Ning, leaving an afterimage and a fragrant wind in the sky, gradually moving away.
