Ten years of light and shadow have passed in a flash.

The sea tide slapped the reefs, and the morning light plated the young man's outline with gold edges.

The once thin boy has grown into a tall young man, and the talisman light flowing between his knuckles casts mottled light and shadow on the cliff wall.

When the last stroke fell, the entire island trembled, and tens of thousands of runes emerged from the rock walls, intertwining into a golden net that covered the sky and the sun.

Even though it shows such an amazing atmosphere, the power of this talisman is still insignificant in the eyes of others.

In the face of orthodox magic, talismans are still auxiliary methods and are still considered to be just means of external objects.

Everyone believes that the state of practice and means of cultivation are all for self-cultivation.

The external objects of the talisman are ultimately limited.

But the boy doesn't care.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he shouted happily: "I've made it!"

There is only the release of pressure in my heart and the joy of success.

He gently stroked the talisman sword carved with thunder pattern on his waist. The faded red rope on the sword spike was vaguely woven by his sister.

The monks on the island looked at this scene from afar and whispered like the sea breeze: "Funny Dao is a side door after all..."

"It's a pity that if this talent is placed on other Taoist sects, his future will be extraordinary!"

"The talent is wrong, no matter how bad it is, it's useless!"

The boy turned a deaf ear and turned around and left resolutely.

He had a more important thing, that was his sister.

The surging sea was no longer full of crises for him. After crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, he once again came to his former homeland.

The peach blossoms in my hometown are still blooming, but there is no one waiting for him under the tree.

He followed his memory to find the thatched hut, and the pottery bowl on the stove had thick dust. The old woman from the neighbor trembled and handed half a handkerchief embroidered with a crooked duckling.

The sounds of neighbors and villagers came to my ears.

"That girl is so tough, what a good child, it's a pity that she doesn't want to obey. She was caught on the third day..."

The talisman suddenly made a thorny sound, and the sword spear was automatically without wind.

That night, the largest gambling house in the city ignited a blue flame, and the flames licked every loan note, sealing the lender's screams in a cage folded with talisman paper.

All over the city, there were dazzling scarlet blood flowers blooming. Countless mortals were frightened and fearless, without leaving their homes.

Seven days later, he caught up with the last human trafficker in the snowy field in the northern border.

The strong man's heavy black iron armor melted like wax in the talisman light, and he whined and spit out a place name.

Under the old locust tree on the easternmost side of the mass grave, there is a small bone and half a red rope tied to the wrist.

He knelt under the old locust tree, holding the thin and pitiful young bone tightly.

But more restlessness came from my ears, which was the movement surrounded by the iron cavalry, and the sound of the army breaking out.

Behind the human trafficker, there was secret support from aristocratic families, who were extremely powerful royal relatives.

If he wants to take revenge, he will provoke the entire country.

The general in charge ignored the people he should kill, and with a command, thousands of iron cavalry came to fight.

When the thunder struck, thousands of blood-colored runes suddenly floated in their arms, and each stroke was filled with a huge murderous intent.

The corpses of the entire mass grave began to squirm, and white bones stretched out from the soil, and a shrill roar echoed between the sky and the earth:

"Kill, kill, kill!"

At this moment, the runes in your arms completely transformed into everything that kills and kills, kills all the unrighteous people in the world!

The black talisman on Zheng Peng's fingertips suddenly trembled, and the evil spirit retreated like a tide.

A bronze lamp flew out of the old man's sleeve, and the lights illuminated the "killing spear god talisman" through the old man's sleeve. The infinite murderous intent swept across, destroying everything around him.

The old man's robe was even shattering, turning into starlight and dissipating.

...

Fork in the road.

Zheng Peng walked too decisively, which made everyone full of doubts.

This seems not Zheng Peng's style, right?

Yang Yi said: "Remember, take a closer look and find what suits you."

After a warning, Yang Yi stepped into the road of obstacles.

This road seems biting cold, but along the way, I feel that the air here is moist and everything seems particularly comfortable.

Too easy.

It's so relaxing that it makes people feel comfortable.

But Yang Yi did not have any fluctuations in his heart. Even if there were many pavilions around him, a casual poster, and a tram full of beauties, he did not stop.

It seems that everything around it is like a dream, illusory bubble, illusory.

At some point, an old man in a green robe was fishing leisurely in a small hut by the lake.

The path seems to lead further.

There are green mountains, green waters, and invisible places.

But Yang Yi stopped, came to the lakeside, bowed to the old man: "I have seen senior!"

"It's good to know how to behave and know how to advance and retreat!"

The old man nodded slightly, his eyes unchanged, and he focused on the quiet and waveless lake surface.

The old man asked leisurely: "Why did you choose Kan Road?"

Yang Yi said: "I saw vitality and destruction on both roads. Water can destroy everything, but it is the source of life for all things. The flames can burn everything, but also nourish the vitality of all things. But the flames that leave the road are more than burned but not enough to nourish. But this waterway, life and death, complement each other."

The old man turned his head in shock.

Even in front of Zheng Peng, he did not change his expression like this.

"Yes, with your current strength, you can actually see the shortcomings of my early years. This is the first person I have seen here in countless years."

The voice paused.

The old man didn't say more.

"After the test, boy, let me see where your limit is!"

He raised his right hand.

In the lake, a golden koi splashed high with water.

As the water bloomed, the koi seemed to have turned into a strange and varied talisman, rushing into Yang Yi's eyes.

The sky suddenly turned in front of him, and Yang Yi felt that time and space were incorrect, as if he was in the long river of time.

When all things return to silence, a peaceful world comes into view. On the top of the mountains in the distance, the golden palace and jade are looming in the clouds. It is the towering talisman holy land, also known as the talisman immortal gate.

At this moment, the sect is decorated with lights and colors inside and outside, and the ten-year ceremony of enrolling disciples is being held.

On the high platform, a young-faced man stood with a vicissitudes of his eyes.

This person is the talisman master who is famous in Jiuzhou and is timid in all directions. He is known as the talisman immortal. With his own strength, he not only revitalized the talisman in the world, but also created the rune road, taking charge of the celestial realm, leading the talisman to glory.

And his contribution to the world of immortal cultivation is unique in the world.

The Fu Dao is no longer the same as before. The Fu Dao has become the holy place for cultivation that young people in Jiuzhou have always dreamed of. However, the Fu Dao is mysterious, even if he is a talented person, he may not be able to see the path of it.

Just now, a girl in a green smoke and silk skirt amazes the audience. While she is wearing a frock, she creates a talisman technique, which makes the audience in an uproar.

Such awesome talent naturally attracted the attention of Fu Xianren.

Immortal Fu floated over and made an exception to accept him as a disciple of the closed door.

"What's your name?" Fu Xianren asked in a warm voice.

"Disciple Liu Tianyun, I have seen Master." The girl's bright eyes and white teeth, and her smile is like a flower.

Since then, Fu Xianren has a beautiful and charming disciple in the mountain curb where he is practicing, which adds some vitality to his quiet practice life.

Time flies, and more than ten years pass by in a flash.

Fu Xianren gradually noticed something strange.

He found that while spending day and night, the admiration in Liu Tianyun's eyes had turned into a more passionate feeling.

What shocked him even more was that subtle ripples appeared in his heart.

Fu Xianren practiced her life all her life. Although people in the world hoped that she would meet a good relationship, this relationship between master and disciple was destined to be unwilling to the world.

So he sent Liu Tianyun down the mountain to experience it, avoiding it, hoping that time could dilute this feeling that should not have.

Unexpectedly, the years have not only failed to dissolve the love, but have made the lovesickness worse and worse. Liu Tianyun has returned to the mountain to ask for a meeting many times, but he has repeatedly refused to each other cruelly.
To be continued...