Taoist enchanting [cultivation]

Xuanyan climbed on the steps towards the sky, in front of him was the soaring fire of Xuantianmen, and the endless night.

Maybe this fire can really make his senior brothers become immortals.

The sword in his arms was cold, the snow under his body was cold, only the blood on his chest and the fire in front of him were warm.

Fifteen seniors, including the sect leader, thirteen of them died, and one was betrayed, leaving him alone, like a wild dog, crawling here alone.

The glory that Xuantianmen gave him, the prestige he brought to Xuantianmen, were completely burned by the little brother Xuan Lin.

And his palace in Tianshu Palace, his pills in Xuanji Palace, his solitary classics in Tianquan Palace...

There is also the 400 years of cultivation that Xuan Lin took away with a sword piercing his chest.

His genius in the sky and the millennium prosperity of Xuantianmen were destroyed in one day.

Someone laughed wildly in his ear, grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, then stabbed him with a backhanded sword.The wound didn't hurt. He opened his eyes wide, but his vision was blurred. He could only feel bloody hands patting his cheeks again and again.

"Look at this face, look at this face! It's disgusting!"

Xuan Lin slapped him with a smile, he clenched his sword in a daze, but was snatched away by Xuan Lin.

"The Thousand Chance Sword is mine."

Xuan Lin laughed sarcastically, and threw him down the 66th floor of Chaotian steps like throwing a rag.He just grabbed Jiansui and rolled and fell on the skyward steps, but his eyes were as bright as will-o'-the-wisps, obsessed with the direction of Qianjijian.

The Qianji Sword is obviously his.

It was he who won the championship at the Dongtian Conference at the age of 14, and was handed over to him by the previous elder.

It is the divine sword that has been passed down for thousands of years, and the identity token of the elders of Xuantianmen.It is the ancient sword that accompanies him at the age of 22 to fly through the catastrophe, through the cold and summer seasons of Xuantianmen, and to see countless plants and trees withered and flourishing.

Xuan Lin failed to cross the tribulation at the age of 70, and it was the soul of his spiritual consciousness collected by himself.He looked like a dying person, how could he have the right to touch the Qianji Sword?

He is a traitor, how dare he touch the supreme token of Xuantianmen!

Xuan Yan wanted to say something else, but Xuan Lin walked up to him step by step, pulled out the Thousand Chance Sword and turned it over.

The blade of the sword reflected bloody light, and his blood-stained face.

"Want it?"

He tried his best and stretched out his hand to snatch it. Xuan Lin laughed loudly and pierced him for the third time.

Not even satisfied with that, the sharp blade flipped from side to side in his chest.He hangs limply on the sword like flesh on an iron hook.He coughed brokenly, his limbs trembling and twitching.

Man is the knife and he is the fish.

"From now on, Xuantianmen will not have you, Xuanyan, but only me. Only me!"

Xuan Lin let out a roar and kicked violently. He flew out of Qianji Sword like a kite with a broken string.

Below Chaotian steps is the ice, snow and abyss that remain unchanged all year round in Xuantian Mountain, and the world of mortals.Xuanyan's consciousness was erratic, looking at the fading fire, he was swallowed by the night below the mountain.

After more than 400 years, he thought, he was finally going to die.

——In the sixth year of the Taisho period in the mortal world, people from the Western Regions invaded, and the Shenwu Camp was ordered to move westward.More than [-] carts of grain and grass accompanied him, escorted by General Qin Shi.

It seemed that something had fallen into the grain.

Qin Shi carried a bow as thick as his arm, and yawned immediately, then turned his head and said: "Go, divide this cart of food and grass."

The little soldier took the order, and came rushing in after a while, he was still dazed: "General, the distribution of food and grass is over, how should the people inside be divided?"