Legend of the Great Sage

"you know!"

Li Qingshan's eyes lit up. From the original "Cursive Sword Book" to the current Immortal Abandoned Sword, all kinds of things left by the Five Ultimate Immortals have been used throughout his entire cultivation process. There are both good and bad, and they even greatly threatened his life. However, It made him more and more curious about these five immortals.

It is extremely unusual to be called an "immortal" despite being a cultivator. Let alone a cultivator who has experienced three heavenly tribulations, even if he has experienced four or five tribulations, he is probably not qualified to do so. Coupled with Brother Niu's compliment, perhaps The legend is true, he really was a banished immortal and came to the world, so he could do this.

Li Qingshan no longer takes the ordinary magic weapon in his eyes, but the treasure left by the Five Ultimate Immortal is quite extraordinary.

The core secret treasure of the Sword Tomb is the Immortal Abandoned Sword. Regardless of the twisted soul of the sword, in terms of power alone, it is probably the best sword in the world. The core secret treasure of the painting tomb must be a scroll, and the painting on it is probably the Dragon King of Mohai.

If you can search for it before ascending, your cultivation will not be in vain.

"After all, I am also the old guy's sword. When he sealed off his four tombs, I watched helplessly. I didn't expect that even me would be sealed off in the end. Damn it!"

When Xian Qiu Sword Soul mentioned this, he still couldn't calm down his anger and burst out with bursts of murderous intent.

"This can be regarded as the beginning of chaos and the end of abandonment, so you changed your name to Xian Qijian. I didn't expect that you had a deep feeling for the previous sword master." Li Qingshan chuckled.

"Shut up, I can't wait to tear that old guy into pieces!"

"Just shut up." Xiao An clicked his finger, and the sword edge trembled.

Xianqiu Sword Soul snorted angrily. But I dare not be rude anymore.

"The secret tomb of the Five Ultimate Immortals is floating in the void, and the Mohai Dragon King himself is in the painted tomb. He can't come in and out freely. What can you do if you know?" Li Qingshan touched his chin and said.

"Don't compare me to that pseudo-dragon. I have merged with the sword tomb, so what's the difficulty in traveling through the void?" Xian Qiu Sword Soul said proudly.

Li Qingshan couldn't help but look at Yin Qing, and Yin Qing said: "Although I can hide in the void, my strength is still weak. I cannot freely travel through the void, and it is difficult to break through the restricted area."

Li Qingshan nodded. No wonder it has taken so many years. The Five Ultimate Secret Tombs have always been spread in legends. In this way, the Immortal Abandoned Sword is the key to unlocking the Five Ultimate Secret Tombs.

"Okay, I will believe you just once."

"You have to swear.

Don't sacrifice me! "Xian Qi Sword Soul said.

"Then it depends on your performance. If things go well, I will naturally repay you. Otherwise, who can be restrained by an oath alone." Li Qingshan was unwilling to make any oath with such a sword. Even if it's just verbally.

"Hey, kid, you promised to strengthen me!" Kuanghua Daohun was not happy.

"Why are you in a hurry? Follow me to fight, are you afraid that you won't have a good sacrifice? Wait until I repair your damage first, so as not to make up for it in the future." Li Qingshan patted the handle of the knife and comforted the Thelma and Louise Knife. Consider where to find weapons to sacrifice.

"If it's just repairs, these weapons should be enough."

Xiao An waved the blood sea banner, and there was a ping-pong sound. Countless magic weapons fell on the Shura sacrificial platform and piled up into a small mountain. Although most of them were not of high grade, the number was really astonishing. It was she who activated the Blood Sea Flag to devour the spoils obtained by the demonic army.

"This is enough."

Xiao An is always so timely, Li Qingshan immediately activated the Shura Sacrifice Platform, a red light shot into the sky, and all the magic weapons melted into the red light.

A thick liquid gushes out from the center of the Shura Sacrificial Platform, like molten metal, or like a kind of energy, gradually covering Thelma and Louise's sword, gathering at the scar and gap, and starting to repair it.

Li Qingshan ordered Yin Qing to stay here, and then left the Shura field with Xiao An. Before leaving, he glanced at Luo Huan Xiaoming. He was lying under the Shura sacrificial platform, looking up at the sky motionless, looking very melancholy.

"A son of Asura who suffers from depression? The world is really big and full of wonders."

…

The autumn wind was bleak, and a long sword flew across the field. The withered grass separated on both sides, leaving a long trail, and then suddenly rushed into the sky.

Li Xiaoyao walked with his sword, feeling a strong wind blowing in his face, feeling very happy in his heart. Not long ago, he survived the catastrophe in Qinghe Mansion and became a foundation-building monk.

The battle in Dafo Mountain has come to an end, and various messages have been sent back to Qinghe Mansion. Although Li Qingshan told him to stay away from the Hidden Sword Palace, he still couldn't help but want to go back and take a look. It was the starting point of his swordsman dream, and there were many more. Many brothers and sisters who love each other, the situation in Qingzhou is now settled, the demon disaster and the locust plague have been suppressed and eliminated, I believe there will be no danger,

Although Hidden Sword Peak no longer hangs high in the sky, the surrounding scenery is gradually becoming familiar. On the horizon, Yitian Peak is looming, and Hidden Sword Palace is very close.

Yu Jian flew over a peak, and two familiar figures were standing on the top of the mountain. Their purple and green robes were fluttering in the wind, looking at the Hidden Sword Palace in the distance.

"Uncle Fu, Uncle Yu!"

Li Xiaoyao recognized these two seniors who were in charge of ten swords at a glance, jumped down from the sword, and then sheathed the long sword, all in one movement.

"Xiaoyao, you're okay, that's great!" Yu Zijian turned around.

Li Xiaoyao couldn't help but feel warm in his heart when he saw the smiling face full of kindness and care, but he also found that the bright face was stained with a bit of melancholy, but Uncle Fu never turned his head, as if he was in a trance.

Fu Qingjin's temperament was well-known in the Hidden Sword Palace, and Li Xiaoyao didn't take it seriously. After practicing the "Hidden Sword Manual of Heaven and Earth", he felt more and more that the world was vast and small things were not worth remembering. But when he stepped forward, , following Fu Qingjin's line of sight, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, his face full of astonishment.

Even if the Hidden Sword Palace was completely destroyed, he would not be so surprised.

However, I saw that all the destroyed buildings on the mountain peaks had been repaired, and green smoke was rising. In a trance, the Hidden Sword Palace seemed not to have suffered any disaster, except for the light of the swords crisscrossing the mountains.

However, the sound of Zen singing came misty along the mountain peaks, and a giant Buddha was engraved on Yitian Peak. People who came here for the first time would definitely think that this is an ancient Jialan temple.

"Uncle Master, this...what's going on?" Li Xiaoyao was dumbfounded.

"This is... Tianlong Temple." Fu Qingjin finally spoke, but his words were full of bitterness.

It was the fearless monk who led his people to the north and rebuilt Tianlong Zen Temple here.

At the top of Yitian Peak, the fearless monk suddenly stopped chanting sutras, walked out of the hall, and looked to the south.

"What is the abbot looking at?" a young novice cleaning up fallen leaves boldly asked.

"A few stray geese."

"Where?" The little novice monk looked around.

"You are too young to see it yet, but you will see it when you grow up."

The fearless monk touched the little novice's head. This was the hope of Tianlong Chanyuan. To be continued. . )