The whole cultivation world wants to rob my son

Above the majestic Yunfeng, there is a little bit of green dotted in it, the mountains stretch for thousands of miles, and the snow will not melt for a thousand years.

The cold moon was like frost, and in the palace halfway up the mountain, a stern-faced young man in black sat cross-legged, his black hair stood up high, and he looked extraordinarily lonely with his black clothes.

Fuyu Mountain is uninhabited and protected by an enchantment, so no one comes here on weekdays.

The palace standing halfway up the mountain was also covered with thick snow, and there was a bitter chill in the palace. The young man in black frowned, and seemed to be enduring great pain.

The sky outside the palace was full of wind and snow, and a faint demonic energy lingered in it. Under the suppression of the enchantment, he could only walk around in the mountains.

The long sword with a cold light lay quietly on the jade bed, and the looming blood-colored lines wandered on the sword, looking mysterious and dangerous.

Wisps of devilish energy roamed the room without hindrance, the young man pressed his thin lips tightly, and once again suppressed the raging devilish energy with his little spiritual power.

Under the faint light of the luminous pearl, the cold-eyed young man opened his eyes, with the coldness in his pupils that repulses people thousands of miles away.

The young man in black with sharp eyebrows like a knife's edge said nothing, as if seeing the scene thousands of miles away through the obstacles of mountains and rivers.

The mountains and rivers in the world are beautiful, and the wind and the moon are unparalleled.

After a long time, a soft sigh came from the room. The young man wiped the long sword in his hand, brushed the blade with his bony hand, whispered for a while, and then closed his eyes again.

The thought of killing in his mind became more and more serious, and if it happened a few more times, he couldn't hold it anymore.

It has been 200 years, and he has been strong for these 200 years, which is enough.

The rich aura travels through the mountains, and the sea of ​​clouds on the inaccessible mountain tops is churning. The sky and the earth are ancient and the years are long.

In Fuyu Mountain, Fuyu Jianzun has been recuperating here for more than two hundred years.

200 years ago, there was a turmoil in the demon clan, and a large number of demon clans at the junction of the two races caused disasters to the world. The human race sent countless monks to exterminate the demon clan, and both sides suffered heavy losses.

There was no sign of the demonic invasion, and the Demon Lord's strength increased for some reason, and the powers of the human world were so weak that no one could stop the Demon Lord when he appeared in the human realm.

Seeing that the world was about to die, and the human monks were defeated one after another, the various sects discussed for nearly a month, and finally invited Ye Xingchen who was not the owner of Fuyu Mountain at that time.

The power of sword cultivator is well known in the three worlds. Ye Xingchen is a good seedling that is rare in a thousand years. He was cultivated by the sword sect when he was young, but he reached the fusion stage in just 300 years.

The mob riot happened just when he was retreating into Mahayana.

In such an urgent situation, Jian Zong naturally did not agree to forcibly interrupt Ye Xingchen's retreat, but the situation was special and they couldn't help delaying, so the news finally reached his ears.

The three venerables of Jianzong were all seriously injured at that time. If they fought again, they would be destroyed by their swords.

Those who have cultivated to the Mahayana stage with swordsmanship are all amazingly talented and brilliant. The most powerful fighting force in the human world is Jianzong, but the demon world has been planning for a long time this time, and has colluded with many sects with evil intentions. After several calculations, most of the powerful people in the Mahayana period of the human race were trapped in the secret realm of the demon race.

All the venerables tried their best to shatter the secret realm with serious injuries, but they were powerless to stop the demon lord's footsteps.

The methods of the demons are unscrupulous. Demon Venerable Duan Yonglu has entered the Mahayana period for a long time, and the great powers in the human world have been defeated by the demons. In the end, they can only hope to be with a junior in the fusion period.

Even if Jianzong is unwilling, it is a matter of the survival of the human race, and there is nothing else he can do.

The seniors who went to Jianzong to invite people all blushed. After returning home, they couldn't help but become more and more severe to their juniors. Even if they are not as good as Jianzong, try hard so that they won't be beaten by the demons and even fight back. less than.

The three realms have been stable for thousands of years, and these juniors live too comfortably. How can they defeat the demons who prey on the weak?

Ye Xingchen, who left the pass in a hurry, looked at the smoky human world, and the seriously injured teacher, his face darkened, and he rushed to the demon king's base camp with his sword in hand.

The sword energy is [-] miles across, and the sword is frosty and cold for fourteen states.

That battle was earth-shattering, the sun and the moon were dark, and the sword aura raged within a thousand miles of the border between the two clans, and not a single blade of grass grew there. Until now, those fierce sword auras still haven't dissipated.

Even if he didn't break through the Mahayana stage, Ye Xingchen's attack with anger was not inferior to the Mahayana, and he seriously injured the demon king with a difference in realm.

The demons also returned to the demon world, and there was no movement for a hundred years.

However, the gap between fit and Mahayana is not as simple as it is said. He was wounded to the foundation because of this, and has been recuperating for 200 years since then, and has never appeared in front of everyone.

Seeing him desperately fighting off the Demon Lord and defending the human world with his own strength, the elders of the various sects felt guilty and sent medicinal materials and magic weapons to Jianzong without money, and Fuyu Mountain officially belonged to him only since then.

It was also at this time that Ye Xingchen became the fourth sword master of the Sword Sect with his cultivation base in the fusion period, and he was still respected by the human race even though his cultivation base continued to decline.

The ice and snow on Fuyu Mountain has not melted for many years, which coincides with his sword intent. In order to allow him to heal his wounds, another spiritual vein was moved over.

Enough aura is always good for injuries.

The mountain is covered with snow, and occasionally there will be spirit beasts passing through it. The spirit beasts that can live here, not to mention other things, are all first-class in cold resistance.

Ye Xingchen only moves around halfway up the mountain on weekdays, and his place of residence is as simple and clear as his temperament. There is a plum tree that has not yet bloomed in the yard, a stone table and a few stone benches under the tree, that's all, there is nothing superfluous decorate.

Jianzong is seated in Xifeng Mountain, which is thousands of miles away from Fuyu Mountain, and he left Jianzong to live alone in Fuyu Mountain, not just to heal his wounds.

He has already been covered with demonic energy, and there are many disciples in Jianzong, for the sake of the lives of those disciples, he cannot continue to stay in Xifeng Mountain.

Uncontrollable sword energy swept from the small courtyard, and the snow was swept into the air and then fell down. The whiteness seemed to have never changed.

"Cough cough..."

The young man in black felt tight in his chest, and once again coughed up blood tainted with devilish energy. The natal sword next to him circulated a faint light, silently absorbing the splashed blood beads.

Ye Xingchen, who had no blood on his face, felt the loss of spiritual power in his body, his eyes were indifferent and without any emotion, the time was coming.

He, Ye Xingchen, was born for the sword.

Extraordinary talent, he entered the Dao with the sword at the age of [-]. His master said that in time, his achievements in the Dao of the sword will be unmatched.

Unfortunately, after the battle with the demon king, his sword was infected with demon seeds.

How could it be so easy to pull out the demon seed that Duan Yonglu planted with blood essence? He suppressed it in Fuyu Mountain retreat for 200 years, but he still couldn't hold it anymore.

Devil energy entered the body, and the Lingtai was no longer clear, so he was no longer him.

When sword cultivation has reached his level, every plant and tree can be a sword. As long as the sword intent is still there, there is still a sword without a sword in your hand, but the natal sword is refined by him with painstaking efforts, and if it is damaged, it will be damaged by blood.

Since entering the school, the teacher taught the sword repairer that the sword is more important than life. This is because he collected materials bit by bit. After three years of learning in the sword furnace, he dared to do it. Every penny was knocked out by himself. sword.

The natal sword of sword cultivators is their fate.

Fuyu Jianzun, who was surrounded by the breath of ice and snow, opened his eyes, his dark and deep pupils were as bright as cold stars, and the cold air lingered like a shadow.

That battle back then was still too reluctant. It was a fluke for him to come back alive when he was in the fusion stage against the demon king in the Mahayana stage. Fortunately, Duan Yonglu was severely injured by him.

In places like the devil world, where the weak prey on the strong, I am afraid that there is no time for him to heal his wounds.

Since moving here, he hasn't gone out again, only a few friends come here from time to time. He heard that Duan Yonglu was plotted against by someone on the way back to the Demon Realm, and the Demon Lord's seat was lost along with his life.

That's good news.

But at the same time, the demonic energy in his body is getting stronger and stronger, and the time for waking up is getting less and less. Originally, he wanted to stay for a few more years and take a good look at the snow on Fuyu Mountain before leaving. Now it seems that it may be a luxury. .

However, why did the magic energy weaken together with the spiritual power this time?

The long sword lying quietly next to it slowly burst into brilliance, and the star pattern on the hilt shimmered like a constellation of stars in the sky.

Ye Xingchen, who had never encountered such a situation before, once again summoned his spiritual power to run in his body for a week, but still found the source of the strangeness.

With his current physical condition, the demonic energy will only become stronger and stronger, and when the spiritual energy in his body is swallowed up, his spiritual wisdom will be completely annihilated.

Sitting cross-legged on the jade bed with a blank expression, Ye Xingchen rubbed the center of his brows, and then wiped the sword body habitually.

The weakening of spiritual power in his body was within his expectations, but the demonic energy disappeared without any reason. It may be that some kind of elixir that he took before had an effect. Maybe he should go to the Medical Valley to see.

However, Ye Xingchen's face changed when the touch on his fingertips was completely different from that of the cold sword, and he was completely stunned when he saw the little guy at his hand.

The little child curled up and slept next to him. The powder carved jade looked like a jade doll. It seemed that he had sensed his movements. The tip of the little doll's nose moved slightly, and its long eyelashes trembled slightly. I couldn't help tensing up.

The urge to get close to the child surged, and it directly occupied the heart for no reason. The cold and unfeeling Fuyu Jianzun stood there, watching the little baby's cheeks pink in sleep, and it took a while to realize that this was his Fuyu. Yushan is the place where he recuperates and heals his wounds. In any case, such a little doll should not appear.

Although his cultivation has returned to the initial stage of fusion, his realm is still there. No one in the three realms can touch him under his nose, even if his cultivation is no longer the same as before.

How did this little doll appear quietly beside him?

Afraid of waking up the little doll accidentally, Ye Xingchen even took a lot of breath. This little guy looks too weak, as soft as a finger can be crushed, as if the breathing is too heavy to blow. It's like being scattered, so he can't help but be careful.

There was a wind outside the cave, and Ye Xingchen, who was still in a daze, woke up suddenly, and then hurriedly separated the cold air on his body from the child on the bed.

This child's eyebrows... seem familiar?

Ye Xingchen looked at the delicate little doll beside him and fell into deep thought, completely forgetting what he had just done. The little doll who was asleep seemed to notice the eyes of the people around him, and opened his pink and tender mouth slightly, rubbing The eyes are about to wake up.

Fuyu Jianzun, who was not afraid of fighting against Mozun, tensed his body, his face became more serious, as if he was not facing a delicate and beautiful doll, but a ferocious monster.

No, he is capable of fighting even a monster whose strength is higher than his. The soft little baby in front of him is more terrifying to him than a monster.

The little guy is obviously not fully awake yet, the cave is cold, and the doll with only a small bellyband on his body feels the cold, so he instinctively crawls into the arms of the person next to him to continue sleeping, "Daddy, sleepy..."

The little baby's voice was soft, and she didn't even open her eyes, just crawled over following the heat source.

The fleshy little hands grabbed Ye Xingchen's sleeves, and the little guy buried the baby's fat face in it, and the steady breathing sounded again soon.

Ye Xingchen was stiff all over, even letting the little guy fall asleep in his arms, he didn't respond at all. His thinking ability had completely disappeared with the vague "Daddy", and his mind was repeatedly impacted by this title.

Who took advantage of him while he was not paying attention?