Chapter 439: Dreaming of Ancient Times, the Death of Sword Master

The endless palaces and vast pavilions are located on the mountains. The majestic fairy spirit is engraved with the ancient breath of time, which makes Han Yi tremble in his heart.

Yuanshu Daochang.

According to Qingyan Xuanxian, although this is not the real Daochang, it is just the Dao seat of the Daochang in the Xianting, but all the immortals who join the Daochang from Suizhu Xianting have a place here.

Speaking of it.

This form is quite special. When Han Yi was a half-immortal, he carefully read the corresponding ancient books in Xuanzang Palace and understood the model of this Daochang and Xianting. This model has two parallel tracks and does not conflict. Instead, it balances the Daochang and Xianting in terms of status, strength, space, and resources.

Take the Yuanshu Daochang as an example. The area in front of him at this moment is just the Dao seat of the Daochang in the Xianting. As an immortal in the Xianting, Han Yi can choose to stay in the Dao seat after joining the Yuanshu Daochang and not go to the real Yuanshu Daochang. Of course, even if he goes to the real Yuanshu Daochang, he still belongs to the Xianting in terms of a greater identity.

The real location of the Yuanshu Dojo is in the Yuanshu Immortal Domain east of the Suizhu Immortal Court. Nearly half of the area of ​​this immortal domain is under the jurisdiction of the dojo.

For example, if an immortal who has practiced in the Yuanshu Immortal Domain and the Yuanshu Dojo since childhood and finally broke through to the true immortal, he has only one identity, that is, the immortal of the Yuanshu Dojo, and does not belong to the Immortal Court.

This dual-track parallel gives the dojo enough room for development, making the entire Suizhu Immortal Court more stable from top to bottom.

In fact.

It is not only the Yuanshu Dojo that is like this. For example, the Danyang Dojo that Han Yi planned to join before, its real location outside is in the Ancient Owl Immortal Domain.

Moreover.

It is not only the Suizhu Immortal Court that adopts this model. In the Daluo Immortal Realm, the Daluo Immortal Court, the Lingxiao Immortal Court, and the Donghuang Demon Court are all like this.

When Han Yi was in the Yuanying realm, he went to the Pengmo Demon Territory of the Donghuang Demon Court, which was the territory of the Pengmo Demon King. This kind of demon king territory is similar to the Yuanshu Dojo in the Yuanshu Immortal Domain.

At this moment, as he approached the original art dojo, Han Yi's mind flashed. From today on, he became a middle-level immortal, and he would come into contact with immortals. If there was any danger, it would be countless times more dangerous than before.

But he was not afraid. The immortal path was long, and he had already entered the door. Next, he would never stop there.

He landed in front of a hall with Qingyan Xuanxian. The door of the hall opened automatically, and Qingyan signaled Han Yi to enter by himself.

Han Yi stepped into the hall and walked all the way to the depths of the hall before stopping. The first thing he saw was not the immortals in this depth, but a sword.

No.

It is not accurate to say sword, it should be said that it is a sword handle.

In front of him, the huge sword handle stood in the center, the sword guard was against the ground of the hall, and the sword head was hundreds of meters high, extending to the top of the hall, breaking through the hall and reaching the outside world.

The hilt in the middle was like a giant pillar, with mysterious black runes engraved and coiled on it, which looked mysterious and wonderful.

Han Yi did not notice anything unusual about the roof of the hall when he walked into the hall just now, but he thought that a small part of the hilt was on the roof of the hall.

As for the sword body under the sword guard, if there is a sword body, it is deep under the hall.

The entire huge sword handle has no breath, like a dead object.

Han Yi did not rashly use his immortal sense to explore. He moved his eyes away from the hilt and looked at an immortal standing in front of the huge sword handle.

This is a middle-aged immortal with a sturdy figure. Compared with the breathless hilt of the sword, the breath of this middle-aged immortal is quite strong, sharp, and indestructible. It pierces all invisible restraints and emanates from his body. The thick golden law, like a substance, flows around him.

Han Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the middle-aged man. After three breaths, he could not bear it anymore and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the middle-aged immortal who had been so aggressive just now had turned around and looked at him. At this moment, the middle-aged immortal had restrained all his breath.

"Not bad."

"Being able to hold on for three breaths, on the one hand, proves that you are not bad, and on the other hand, it shows that you have thoroughly understood the law of gold."

The middle-aged immortal said with a smile. His smile seemed gentle, completely different from the sharpness just now.

"Greetings to Jinming Jinxian." Han Yi bowed.

"Welcome to join the Yuanshu Dojo."

The middle-aged immortal, also known as Jinming Zhenxian, said.

"I have applied for your Xuanxian authority. Generally speaking, you can be granted Xuanxian authority within seven days."

Han Yi's face lit up when he heard this.

"Okay, if there is nothing else, let Qingyan Xuanxian arrange a fairy pavilion for you as a place for cultivation."

"Or if you want to go to Yuanshu Fairyland, you can also arrange it yourself."

This conversation was unusually concise, but because the Qingping Sword was revived, Han Yi did not delay for too long, respectfully said goodbye, and left the hall.

After Han Yi left.

Jinming Jinxian murmured in a low voice.

"Although the strength is not enough for the time being, there is still a hundred years. After a hundred years, Han Yi will be within 500 years old, barely meeting the two requirements of realm and age."

"Du Sixuan's death was also unexpected, so it can only be like this for the time being."

Han Yi walked out of the hall and went outside. Qingyan Xuanxian took him to find an empty fairy pavilion. Then, he told Han Yi to go to her place to find her if he had anything to do, and then left directly.

After he left, Han Yi couldn't wait to walk into the Immortal Pavilion. He did not summon the Qingping Sword immediately, but checked it inside and out first. After confirming that there was no problem, he first set up the Guixu Sword Formation in the Immortal Pavilion, and then opened the restrictions of the Immortal Pavilion itself.

Although the Guixu Sword Formation is a fifth-level formation, he does not have an Immortal Formation now. This Guixu Sword Formation is better than nothing.

As for the Immortal Pavilion ban, it involves the entire Yuanjutsu dojo.

Then, Han Yi found a quiet room on the ninth floor in the Immortal Pavilion and sat down cross-legged.

In fact, this Immortal Pavilion is not small, but rather vast. There are nine floors in the Immortal Pavilion. Each floor has an area of ​​about 3,000 square meters. The space here is stable and can open up Xumi space. For a true immortal, it is absolutely enough.

After sitting down cross-legged, Han Yi took a slow breath and took out the Qingping Sword.

In front of Han Yi, Qingping Sword was suspended in mid-air. He did not appear to be excited, but seemed much calmer than before.

A stream of essence of immortal power flowed on the sword body. Han Yi confirmed that the Qingping Sword, which was fused with the seventh branch sword, had reached the level of an immortal sword, and should have surpassed the first-level immortal weapon and reached the second-level. The category of fairy weapons.

What surprised Han Yi was that the spirit of the fairy sword did not have an extra spirit body, but the fairy sword itself.

"Okay." Han Yi looked overjoyed.

Although he has a black fairy sword, the fairy sword was obtained from Dai Zhe. It was damaged in the first battle and has only recovered 60%. It is not in its prime state and is far inferior to the Qingping sword.

Moreover, Qingping Sword has been with Han Yi for more than three hundred years, and Han Yi is accustomed to using it.

Now that the Qingping Sword has revived, it has greatly enhanced Han Yi's combat power, which is a great good thing for him.

but.

What made Han Yi's expression change slightly was that when the Qingping Sword was revived after being taken out of the Qiankun Ring, a voice slowly sounded in Han Yi's mind.

This voice was extremely old. In Han Yi's perception, the demon was much older than the Taiyuan Divine Sword in the fairy world.

"At the beginning of ancient times, the first era, the Kunlun Revolution, the Daojie War, reincarnation was broken, and the Sword Master died."

"Han Yi, now that you have become an immortal, and you have the luck of Jiejiao, I will take you back to the beginning of ancient times to witness the battle between Tianzun."

As soon as the old voice fell, Han Yi felt his whole body sinking. Not only was his body pressed to the spot, but even his immortal soul was unable to move.

then.

The Qingping Sword in front of him was stabbing towards him.

"This is..." Han Yi was shocked.

But what surprised him was that what pierced his eyes was not a real fairy sword, but just a shadow.

Then, he closed his eyes involuntarily, and the breath on his body seemed to have frozen in time and space, without any fluctuations.

If there were other immortals here, they would have seen the scene just now. A shadow appeared on the Qingping sword and pierced Han Yi's eyes. Han Yi closed his eyes in excitement.

The Qingping Sword in front of Han Yi was still floating quietly, and the aura of the fairy weapon on the sword remained the same as before.

now.

In the fairy world of Han Yi who closed his eyes, a gray long knife was suspended somewhere. When the shadow of Qingping Sword entered Han Yi's body and Han Yi closed his eyes, a thought flowed above the long knife.

"The sword of the Immemorial Heavenly Lord fell into reincarnation in ancient times, and the Dao sword scattered across the world has resurrected in the present and ancient times."

"This kid Han Yi has actually inherited a share of the fortune of the Taikoo Sect. He is indeed a person who combines the righteous and the unruly. It is impossible to guess."

"That guy Li Yuan, where did you find him? How could you just grab someone from chaos? It's impossible. It's impossible for him to fuse the Dao and the Wu Dao. Not even him, even the Great Realm Master, can do it."

"I may have guessed wrong. This kid can't be brought back by Li Yuan."

"There must be a more powerful being behind him. You have to be more relaxed in the future and don't talk nonsense."

The thought disappeared and the long knife fell silent.

In the deepest part of Suizhu Immortal Court, in an ordinary stone pavilion, two Taoists were playing chess.

The moment Han Yi closed his eyes, the hand of a white-browed Taoist who picked up the chess pieces paused slightly. Even the Immortal Master could hardly see this pause. But opposite him, a Taoist with a solemn face slightly frowned. pick.

"Fellow?"

White-browed Taoist Shi Shi Ran Luozi, smiled and shook his head, but did not answer.

The solemn Taoist turned around and looked at a certain direction. His face changed as soon as he thought about it.

"This breath?"

"It comes from ancient times? No, it's ancient times,...it's not right, the time span is so big, the first era? And it actually involves the nine realms."

"There is still a deviation, what? Before the First Epoch, it was the ancient period when the ancient world was not broken."

"This is the breath from ancient times."

Taoist solemn deduced his thoughts and already had a cognition.

"I know, it's Taikoo Jiejiao, the sword master of that sword master."

He looked at Taoist Baimei, and his usually solemn face became even more solemn.

"Fellow Taoist actually intercepted a ray of luck from the Taikoo Jiejiao. Aren't you afraid that the Kunlun Heavenly Lords will cause trouble for you?"

Opposite him, Taoist Baimei smiled helplessly.

"I didn't provoke it on my own initiative, I couldn't help it."

The solemn Taoist raised his eyebrows, naturally not believing it. The person sitting in front of him was the oldest immortal in the Great Luo Immortal World. It was rumored that he had become a Taoist since ancient times. The supreme being who once listened to the Taoist priests under the Great Master of the ancient world actually said He couldn't help himself.

Taoist Sovereign Master differentiated his thoughts and began to trace back from the wisp of breath just now. As he traced the reason for the appearance of this wisp of breath.

In the dark, a dangerous and abnormal idea, even he felt that he was in danger of falling, was about to come across an unknown time and space.

This was just a thought, but it made Taoist Su Mu feel such a strong feeling. The last time he had such a feeling was in the early days of ancient times, during the great changes in Da Luo and the fall of the Demon Dao Ancestor and the Samsara Dao Ancestor.

His face changed greatly, and he immediately cut off the thought of tracing back. As soon as he cut, the thought of time and space had descended. Under this thought, the thought he had just cut out disappeared silently.

At the same time, the descending thought also dispersed because the thought disappeared.

In the stone pavilion, the solemn Taoist's face changed greatly, and he was in doubt.

You know, even if it was an immortal, he had to treat his thought with caution, but just now it disappeared silently under a thought.

This situation shocked him.

"Tianzun?"

"It's definitely Tianzun, and it's not an ordinary Tianzun."

"It can't be my master."

"Of the three great Tianzun of Daluo, only Qin and Yuan are left. It should be one of them."

"Yes, no wonder you said you can't help yourself."

When the solemn Taoist said this, he stopped again. He was not in the mood to play chess anymore, but looked at the white-browed Taoist.

"Daoyou, do you know who it is?"

The Taoist with white eyebrows shook his head: "I don't know about this, but it is most likely not one of them."

"However, I didn't detect any malicious intent from them. It should be beneficial to Daluo. Daoyou don't have to worry."

In the stone pavilion, the two Taoists had a faint aura, just like ordinary immortals or even low-level cultivators.

But if there were immortals here, they would be able to recognize that these two were the existences standing at the top of Daluo, surpassing ordinary immortals and reaching the realm of Daozu.

The Taoist with white eyebrows was the Daozu Suizhu, and the Taoist with solemnity was the Daozu Lingxiao.

The Daozu Lingxiao was the second Tianzun in the history of Daluo Xianjie from the first era to the present, a million years, and the apprentice of Ye Tianzun.

The Daozu Suizhu has survived for more than a million years and has become a Daoist since ancient times.

...

Han Yi didn't know about the change of thoughts of Taiyuan Divine Blade in the Xianling Realm, nor did he know that two Daozu had calculated his existence.

When the Qingping Sword pierced his eyes, he felt a flash of light before his eyes, as if he was in a time-space tunnel.

He had already reacted, combined with what Qingping Sword had said just now, this immortal sword was not going to kill him, but to take him back to the first era of ancient times.

How to take him?

Han Yi was shocked when he sensed it, because he found that he could not sense the physical body or the immortal soul.

At this moment, only his consciousness was traveling in this time-space tunnel.

When he reacted like this, the endless light in front of him came over, instantly submerging his consciousness.

In a flash, the space changed.

Rumble.

Endless killing was going on.

Below.

A demon fairy standing tall was swallowed by a flame, and the flame rolled back and fell into the fire tripod held by a Taoist.

A Taoist priest, with a wave of his hand, broke a formation that could wipe out gods and demons, reached out and grabbed a female fairy, took her into his body, and smiled.

Above.

The void was endless, and a huge formation unfolded.

In the formation, four fierce swords with infinite power shuttled through space. Every strike completely destroyed the space, and even the avenue could not make up for it.

But the opponent of these four fierce swords was a more powerful existence. Wherever they were, time and space were immortal.

A deep voice sounded close at hand.

"I feel that this battle will be lost."

"But my Jiejiao still has a glimmer of hope, not now, but a million years later."

"Qingping, I want to send you into reincarnation."

"The great reincarnation of the ancient world has been broken, and I grabbed a fragment. With the full power of this fragment, I can send you away, up to a million years later."