“Zhengqi Villa!”

Under the floating clouds, four iron paintings with silver hooks and large Chinese characters penetrating into the wood are engraved on a door plaque. The writing style is rigid, implying an awe-inspiring aura.

However, it has become dusty and dim, lacking the bright colors of the past. Perhaps it has been exposed to the wind and sun for a long time, and even the writing is a bit blurry and mottled, making it look a bit ugly.

Under the victorious spring, what cannot be concealed is the depression and ruin.

Who would have thought that in the past, the No. 1 village in the world, which was so powerful in China and famous in the world, is now deserted, covered with weeds, and no one cares about it.

Many people are forgetful. As time goes by, no one seems to remember that it was here that the heroes of the Central Plains repeatedly fought against the Miao border, and then there was the disaster of the "West Sword Flow", and then there was the situation of the "Kowloon Heavenly Book", until

"Demon World" Invasion...

Slow footsteps floated forward, not from far and near, but appeared suddenly, appearing out of thin air. At first sight outside the village gate, the void suddenly trembled like ripples, and a young figure had walked out.

He came in an erratic way, as if his feet were not touching the ground. With the wind, the young man had swept into the villa.

It was not aimless. When he was done, the young man came to a deserted corner of the courtyard and walked to a grave.

"Although the body is dead, the sword energy is still alive!"

The young man's face was covered by the weird ice, and while he was muttering to himself, he spread his fingers with his hands, and with just a slight flick from his face, the grave soil seemed to be pushed away by two invisible hands. After a while, the coffin in the soil was revealed.

The young man clasped his fingers again, and immediately saw the coffin explode, and a cold corpse flew out and landed in front of him.

"Walk!"

The young man opened his mouth and moved his fingers. The corpse moved at the sound, as if it had been reborn.

After a while, only the tombstone was left leaning, with words on it.

"The tomb of my mentor Miyamoto Souji!"

…

The bright moon is in the sky, and the clouds cover all the mountains.

But I saw a group of mountains standing tall and steep, as if the clouds were touching the moon, which was particularly spectacular.

The mountains are famous, called "Tianqing Gorge".

People tend to forget, but they leave no traces. During the catastrophe of the invasion of the demonic world, this place also suffered from the disaster of war. The traces left by the flash of swords and shadows are still clear. What's more, black blood stains can also be seen, which shows the brutality of the battle.

Unfortunately, with the death of the Emperor Ghost and the demonic disaster subsided, few people set foot here anymore.

But tonight, someone is coming.

Under the moonlight, on the rugged and steep mountain road, the young man walked forward, one step at a time, floating upwards for several feet.

Along the way, you can vaguely see many undulating graves, where the dead who died here are buried.

Until the young man stopped, he stopped in front of a lonely grave, so lonely that it seemed to tell that it was unique.

"The Tomb of Mo Cangli!"

"well!"

The young man sighed quietly, his sigh was neither sad nor happy, and the meaning of his sigh was inexplicable.

He raised his hand and saw the soil from the grave flowing backwards, then saw a wooden box flying out, with a head inside.

Whose head?

Naturally, it was Mo Cangli’s head.

The young man stretched out his index finger, and suddenly saw a bit of rich vitality coming out of his fingertips, like a bright star, touching the center of his head between the eyebrows.

Then he stretched out his hand to grab it and disappeared on the mountain road.

…

Central Plains, Guyue Peak.

The sky is blue and the ancient mountains are towering.

On this mountain, the "Guyue Sword Sect" that used to be famous in the world has become a thing of the past.

In order to resist the evil, the leader of the Guyue Sect, Li Chenyuan, died fighting with all his strength, and all his disciples also died in the battle. Although there are still a few disciples who survived, the fact of death cannot be changed.

As far as the eye can see, there are graves and broken swords all over the place, silently telling the brutality of that battle.

Silence, deathly silence.

Wherever the demon army passed by, it seemed that no area was intact anymore, everything was devastated and in disarray, and a few broken bones could still be seen vaguely.

However, on this day, a sound of footsteps broke through the silence and crushed the desertedness. They walked among countless tombs and arrived in front of them in an erratic way.

"Li Chenyuan's Tomb!"

The young man covered his face with the ice, waved with one hand, and repeated his old trick. Suddenly, he saw the soil of the grave being pushed away silently, revealing the coffin in the soil. The lid of the coffin opened by itself, and he saw a man with long hair lying quietly in the coffin.

The old man looked like snow. His body was covered in dried blood, and he looked as black as black ink. Judging from his age, he was already over a hundred years old. He was buried with only a long sword beside him.

But seeing the corpse in the coffin already standing upright, something unexpected happened.

On the ancient mountain peak, I suddenly saw an astonishing sword intent, like a towering giant mountain rising up from the ground, as straight as the blue sky, and vast.

Then I heard a sullen poem trumpeting: "The star shines since ancient times, when the light is dim, I don't hold the poem of Tai'a's mistaken sword!"

"Put it down, I'll forgive you for not dying!"

"Min Yue?"

The young man's eyes moved slightly, as if he was a little surprised by the appearance of the visitor and a little unprepared. However, he did not hesitate. He raised his hand to explore and found Li Chenyuan's body in his hand.

"Haha, it's just a skeleton of white bones, so why not lend it to me!"

"snort!"

The other party became even angrier when he heard this. Before he could arrive, the sword move appeared, and the shadows of swords rose up into the sky, like locusts crossing the border, and like arrows raining across the sky, falling towards the young man who was digging graves and corpses.

But what is extremely shocking is that the dead Li Chenyuan suddenly moved, moving like a strong wind, and took the sword in his hand. The sword light turned, and he suddenly saw the same sword move facing the person coming.

"How is that possible?"

The words of surprise and suspicion were approaching, and the person who came finally revealed her true appearance. She was a woman in green clothes with black hair, snow-skinned skin, phoenix eyes and red lips.

"grandfather?"

Seeing Li Chenyuan die and come back to life, standing with a sword in his hand, the woman seemed shocked and suspicious, but her eyes immediately fixed, and she saw the fingers of the young man behind Li Chenyuan spread out, and there seemed to be strands of invisible threads extending from the fingertips, one end was in his hand, and the other end was submerged in Li Chenyuan's body

, suddenly understood.

Although she didn't know why her grandfather was moving again, there was no trace of life in her body. She thought it must be the work of this mysterious person, and she suddenly became more angry.

"My grandfather's body is still cold, how can he allow you to be so offensive!"

When the sword is strong again, we must fight again.

Unexpectedly, her eyes suddenly changed again.

The young man stretched out his hand, stretched out his five fingers to one side, and saw a figure with sword energy coming towards him step by step.

"Huh? Another corpse of a strong swordsman?"

But when I saw this man with a curly beard and loose hair, a tall and tall figure, he had no sword in his hand, but the sword intent on his fingertips was soaring into the sky. The sword energy was astonishingly sharp, and he was obviously extraordinary.

"Who are you? What is your purpose?"

The woman's eyes were solemn, but she was more surprised by the methods used by the young man in front of her. It was unheard of to control a corpse like this. However, how could the remains of ancestors be insulted, not to mention that the other party's purpose was unknown, and even more so

Can't give up.

The sword in his hand stood upright.

"Preface to the Poetry Sword, Taibai Xing!"

As soon as he made a move, it was his most powerful sword move, without reservation.

"Flying Sword Technique Floating Clouds!"

The sword force was moving together, and the sword energy was full of energy, but thousands of sword energy followed him like a shadow, approaching the mysterious young man.

"trouble!"

A helpless sigh.

The young man moved his hands and fingers together, and the two corpses in front of him simultaneously made extraordinary sword moves. At the end, he did not forget to ask: "Where is the distant star?"

It was okay that he didn't ask, but when he asked, he suddenly heard a clear response from the mountainside.

"The sword is buried in the frost in the small courtyard, looking back at the calm situation in the rivers and lakes. If you have the talent, you can look up at the clear stream and see the distant stars."

"The little building is here!"

"Whose step is this? What is the purpose of doing this?"

On the mountain road, I saw a figure in white slowly climbing up the steps.

The young man rolled his eyes.

"Shangguan Hongxin, as for the purpose,"
Chapter completed!