"What a pity! However, for a long time, our Shushan Sword Sect has disciples entering the world of Juexian Xiao Qian, but no one can return safely every time. This time, it is a blessing that you can come back!" A trace of sadness flashed in the old man's eyes, and then he turned around to comfort Yuan Xuan.

Yuan Xuan saw that the old man was comforting himself in turn, and his mood was indescribable.

If Feng Haochu had not been ungrateful and ignored the friendship between his classmates, he would definitely not be the only one who came out this time! Moreover, Feng Haochu could not only merge the Taoist seed fragments of a Sword Immortal Ancestor, but also have the opportunity to merge the Taoist seed fragments of a Fire Daoxian Ancestor.

At that time, one person will have two immortal babies, and the Taoist seed fragments of the two Taoist ancestors will be combined. With Feng Haochu's talent, he will become the pillar of the Shushan Sword Sect in the future and will be the domineering Liuzhou.

"It's really a pity!" Yuan Xuan sighed deeply.

"This is his life, no one can blame him." The old man comforted again, then his expression suddenly changed, staring at Yuan Xuan with a nervous look, and asked, "Yuan Xuan, have you seized the fragments of the Taoist seed this time?"

"I got it, it was the fragments of the Taoist seeds of the Ancestor Changmei." Yuan Xuan nodded and replied. As for the total nine pieces of the Ancestor Changmei, all the fragments of the Ancestor Changmei, and the Ziying Sword, Yuan Xuan would not disclose them.

"What? You, you said you got the fragments of the Taoist seeds of the Longmei Ancestor!" The old man couldn't help but feel excited when he heard this, and tears flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, uncle." Yuan Xuan nodded.

"God is open to his eyes! My Shushan Sword Sect finally has hope of rising again!" The old man got the affirmative answer and finally couldn't help but burst into tears.

Yuan Xuan saw that the old man was crying and his nose couldn't help but feel a little sore.

As a disciple of the Shushan Sword Sect, Yuan Xuan naturally knew the situation of the Shushan Sword Sect.

The ancestor Changmei died, and the ancestor Miaoyi injured the Taoist foundation. Not only could he have no chance to enter a higher level, but his vitality was also constantly losing, and there was a possibility of death at any time.

The Shushan Sword Sect practices sword art.

The sword path is both the way of kings and the way of killing.

The way of kings is inevitably a domineering power, and the way of killing is inevitable to fight against others and make great wars.

Therefore, although the Shushan Sword Sect stands tall in Liuzhou Tiankun Domain, countless people are in awe and dare not offend, they also form many enemies. Countless people stare at the Shushan Sword Sect with covetous eyes, waiting for one day to decline, rush up, uproot her, rob her of resources accumulated over the years, and occupy Shushan, the holy place for immortal cultivation.

No one dares to join the Shushan Sword Sect now, because the ancestor Miaoyi is still alive.

The swordsmanship of Miaoyi’s ancestor is extremely mysterious and powerful. He has killed several Taoist immortals and more than ten demon kings. As long as he is still alive for a day, no one dares to attack the Shushan Sword Sect.

Once the ancestor Miaoyi dies, the enemies of Shushan Sword Sect will no longer be scrupulous and will inevitably flock to it.

Because of this, since the ancient war, the direct disciples of Shushan Sword Sect have felt like a sharp sword hanging above their heads, which is the life span of the ancestor Miaoyi.

Once his life is over, his sword will fall!

Now, the old man, who is a real guardian of the Dharma, knows that Yuan Xuan has a deep blessing and has seized a piece of the Taoist seed of the Longmei Ancestor. Finally, he saw a ray of dawn in the dark night, so he couldn't cry.

"Uncle Master, let's open the seal as soon as possible so as not to have too many dreams." Yuan Xuan quickly suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and urged.

"Yes, yes, we must rush back as soon as possible. If the ancestor knew that you had obtained a piece of Taoist seed fragments from the ancestor Longmei, he would be very pleased." The old man wiped his tears and nodded repeatedly.

While speaking, the old man had already stepped across the stream and landed in the thick fog on the other side that was hiding the rays of rays.

Seeing this, Yuan Xuan hurriedly followed.

In the thick fog, there was a cloud of rays of light like water waves, and there were extremely complex runes swimming on it like dense fish.

Yuan Xuan and the old man pinched the unique seal of the Shushan Sword Sect.

Soon the rays of light soared into the sky, illuminating the entire valley.

Soon, a stream of light appeared behind the glow, and there was no illusory passage.

Seeing this, Yuan Xuan and the old man hurriedly stepped in.

As soon as the two stepped in, the thick fog dissipated and the clouds of light turned into light rain and disappeared.

The valley has returned to peace and the space has stopped fluctuating.

The Tiankun Domain is vast and boundless.

To the west of it, there is a huge peak like a sword, which is a little high, and it poked straight to the sky, with indescribable majesty and domineering aura.

The surrounding mountains also sound majestic, but in front of it, it is like a follower surrounded by it.

The giant peak is surrounded by fairy aura, and fairy clouds are floating halfway up the mountain. Spiritual herbs and medicines can be seen swaying in the wind, emitting an attractive medicinal fragrance. Auspicious beasts and birds can be seen everywhere in the mountains and forests. From time to time, sword lights soar into the sky from the forest, fighting each other like spiritual snakes in the air.

On the back mountain of the giant peak, a thousand-foot waterfall is pouring down, like the Milky Way hanging upside down.

Below the waterfall is a green lake with a radiant radius of hundreds of miles.

There is an island in the middle of the lake.

The island is lush, with birds singing and flowers blooming. There is no majestic and luxurious palace, only a purple bamboo cottage near the lake.

An old man in green robe was sitting on the purple bamboo terrace that was built out of the water on the purple bamboo hut and was fishing by the lake.

The old man had silver hair and wrinkles on his face. Except for his temperament, he looked particularly elegant and detached, he looked no different from the old man in the secular world.

The water surface where the fishing line hangs down suddenly fluctuated, and rays of glow bloomed, causing ripples in the surrounding space.

"I'm back, this time, one person finally returned safely, but I don't know if I've won a great opportunity." The old man's calm expression fluctuated slightly, but he returned to his calmness in a blink of an eye.

The old man's expression returned to calm, but the fluctuations on the lake surface became more and more turbulent, and the rays of light became more and more prosperous.

Suddenly, the old man lifted the fishing rod upwards, and the lake water suddenly spread to both sides, showing a channel with illumination and illusory colors below.

"Cough! Cough!" This mention seemed to be too strong, and the old man suddenly covered his mouth and coughed twice.

Although the cough subsided in a blink of an eye, the old man's expression suddenly became stiff, and his eyes showed extremely heavy and sad eyes.

"What's the point of coming back? It's too late! It's too late!" the old man murmured to himself, and turbid tears slowly flowed down his eyes.

The old man didn't wipe it, and slowly stood up, turned around and walked towards the Zizhu Hut.

At this time, two people walked out of the void passage behind him. It was Yuan Xuan and the guardian true immortal sealed by the guardian passage.

The first one was the guardian real immortal, and Yuan Xuan came out behind him.

When the guardian real immortal came out, the old man was still walking slowly into the hut, with his back hunched, and his indescribable vicissitudes and loneliness.

When Yuan Xuan also came out of the void passage, the old man seemed to sense something, and suddenly his hunched back suddenly straightened.

Although he just stood up suddenly, it suddenly gave people the feeling that a peerless sword suddenly unsheathed, and the sharpness filled the entire world, making people no longer see anything else in their eyes, only the old man.

This old man is no one else, he is the only Taoist immortal ancestor of Shushan Sword Sect, Miaoyi Daoxian.

The ancestor Miaoyi did not move anyway, and the true immortal of the Dharma protector had been sent directly from the island by a force, leaving only Yuan Xuan.

"I felt the master's breath in you. Have you merged with his Taoist seed fragments?" Old Ancestor Miaoyi turned around, his eyes flashing like lightning flashes through the sky.

However, the lightning-like light suddenly dimmed.
Chapter completed!