Su Yiwen Lingzhao

The fifth day of May is a day destined to be recorded in the history of Cangqing Continent.

On this day, with the end of the battle in front of Linglong Ghost Domain Zhaixingshan Mountain, the news also flew to all parts of the world like wings.

This also set off an uproar, shaking the world.

The Demon Huan.

"Heaven will kill my Huan clan!"

An old man let out a desperate hiss.

Originally, they had already organized a banquet early, prepared wine, and just waited for Huan Tiandu and others to triumph, and then they would celebrate.

I never thought that what was waiting was a thunderbolt of bad news!

For a time, the whole family was devastated.

…

Clear Space Temple.

A dense screeching bell kept ringing.

Every time it sounded, those monks turned pale.

Until the bell chimed twenty-one times, a suffocating dull atmosphere enveloped the Zen Temple.

Each monk was lost and looked bleak.

As soon as the bell rings, it means that a person in the sect has fallen.

Zhong Ming 21 times, which means that their sect went to Linglong Ghost Domain to kill Su Yi's powerhouse this time, and the entire army has been wiped out!

…

Tianji Daomen.

"The 30,000-year ban on the dark ancient times, I can't help but my Tianji Daomen, but now... it has been defeated by a young man!"

An old man lost his temper and was in a state of madness, crying and shouting, "It's over, it's over..."

…

Burning Yang Religion.

An old man said with a blank expression, "From now on...there will be no Fenyang Sect in this world..."

In the end, the corners of the old man's lips trembled, and he couldn't help but weep.

Completely tear up and swallow their Fenyang Sect.

…

With the news of the defeat, these ancient forces with the heritage of winning the world have fallen into chaos and turmoil one by one.

The same scene also happened in other world forces such as Tianxing Jianzhai, Tiandou Lingjiao, and Huaxing Yaozong.

"With Su Yi in this Cangqing Continent, there is no place for me to stand up!"

"Let's go, if you don't go, those who smell the blood and fall to the ground are coming..."

"What a shame!"

"Are we talking about a comeback? Don't we think we didn't fail badly enough and didn't die enough?"

After these three major external forces fell into turmoil, they finally made the same choice.

Evacuate from Cangqing Continent!

…

On the contrary, the three ancient powers, Yinsha Underworld, Yunyinjianshan, and Dongguo Clan, felt extremely fortunate when they heard such news.

Because they did not participate in the crusade against Su Yi due to various reasons, they escaped a catastrophe without any risk!

"Seeing him raise a tall building, seeing him feasting on guests, seeing him...the building collapses...things are impermanent!"

The lord of the Yin Sha Hades was even more emotional about this.

On this day, all places where monks gather in the world are also in turmoil.

This is the most glorious battle in the world so far.

The most discussed name, only one.

Su Yi!

To the monks in the world, Su Yi is a legend!

A living mythical figure.

An unbeatable kendo man!

…

Big Week.

It is late at night.

In the magnificent palace, the lights are bright.

A group of beautiful singers danced in thin veils, their graceful skin loomed in the shadow of the lights, and bursts of drum music were melodious and joyful.

Zhou Zhili was sitting alone on the dragon chair, but he was inactive and lonely.

He is the emperor who is admired by the world.

He is the only one who knows what a "lonely family" is!

"Report—"

An old **** rushed into the hall like a gust of wind.

The cheerful drumming stopped abruptly, and the dancing singers all stopped.

"What?"

Zhou Zhili frowned.

The old **** presented a secret letter from Daxia.

After seeing it, Zhou Zhili couldn't help being stunned.

For a long time, he slammed the dragon chair and laughed excitedly, "From now on, in this mighty world, my brother Su should be respected!"

He stood up, high-spirited, and laughed.

The old **** couldn't help but sigh, Your Majesty, he...but he hasn't been so happy for a long time.

"What do you do when you are stunned, I am very excited, don't teach me to sing and dance!"

Zhou Zhili said loudly, "Tonight, I want to have a good drink!"

Seeing this, the old **** hurriedly urged: "Quick, then play music, then dance—!"

…

Late night.

In a restaurant.

The lively discussions continued, and the diners were discussing the battle between Su Yi and the seven major forces.

Shen Li sat alone in the corner.

Listening to those remarks, Shen Lian was also emotional.

"One man and one sword, destroying the seven great forces together to suppress the world, this Su Yi...is really a fairy-like figure in the sky."

"However, such a legend is too far away from me."

Sigh deeply.

He is only a small character on the road of cultivation, he has just shown his prominence, and he can't imagine how terrifying the power of existence like Su Yi.

Drinking the glass of wine silently, Shen Li got up and left.

No matter how powerful Su Yi is, it has nothing to do with a little guy like him, and for him, his own cultivation is more important.

"It would be great if I could meet the senior who taught me the secret method back then. In this case, I can ask him some questions about my practice."

He still remembered that the senior once patted his shoulder and told himself, "On this path of cultivation, where good and evil are indistinguishable, and black and white are unclear, what you have to do is to recognize the reality, Stay true to your heart."

It was that senior who taught him the inheritance of the "Mysterious Fetus and All Demons".

Until now, Shen Li feels grateful every time he thinks of this time.

"In the eyes of the world, Su Yi is an exiled immortal, but in my eyes, that senior is the real exiled immortal."

Shen Li murmured to himself, "Unfortunately, I just don't know the former

Who is the name…”

It was not until many years later that Shen Li, who had grown into a giant, knew that the senior he was deeply grateful for was the exiled immortal in the eyes of the world.

It's the legend of the 30,000-year-old sword!

…

"Master, in front of you is the Caoxi Village of Fuxianling, where the two brothers and sisters Cao Ping live, located at the west end of Caoxi Village."

"This village is not simple."

In the deep and empty night, two figures appeared outside Caoxi Village.

One is an old man in a black Taoist robe, and the other is a heroic young man in a white robe.

The eyes of the old man shone with brilliance, and Caoxi Village in the middle of the night was enveloped in an invisible and peaceful atmosphere, like a paradise.

"Master said very well, since last year, this remote and secular village has changed, no matter which villager, they all have longevity and prosperous fortune, and even this small village has no Never been attacked by a vicious beast."

The boy in white robe said, "Especially the two brothers and sisters Cao Ping and Cao An, who are like auspiciousness in the village, will always encounter some strange good things, so that up to now, the radius of a hundred miles The secular people in the land all call them two lucky stars."

The old man nodded and said, "This is fortune, let's go, let's go to the residence of the brother and sister."

Having said that, she has stepped into Caoxi Village.

It was late at night, the people in the village had rested, and only a few households still had oil lamps on.

"Awesome! The terrain and mountains of this world have changed. It is not the aura of heaven and earth that gathers, but the auspicious aura of the illusory avenues."

Walking into the village, the old man keenly felt a different feeling.

The seemingly ordinary village, but because of an auspicious atmosphere, has become like a paradise.

The old man couldn't help but be moved, what kind of presence did he take to change the feng shui of this small village and attract the power of auspiciousness from all directions?

"Master, the front is where the brothers and sisters live."

The boy in white robe pointed to the distance.

It was a simple courtyard, scattered with three thatched cottages and a cowshed, with vegetable beds and chicken coops.

Such a place to live looks like a poor home.

But when the old man saw this courtyard, he quietly paused, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a look of surprise appeared between his brows.

The auspicious aura of this place is like a dragon hiding in the abyss.

"Master, I heard that from last year to now, there are many cultivators who came to visit, but without exception, they all retreated quietly, and no one dared to destroy the tranquility of this village."

The white-robed boy tutted his tongue in admiration, "Especially during the coming of the Great World, I don't know how many ferocious monsters and ghosts appeared on Fuxianling, but none of them dared to come here. It's unbelievable that a village is running wild."

The old man said: "It's strange, it's not strange at all."

He looked at the lintel of the house in the middle of the courtyard, where there was a piece of red paper with four words written on it:

Peace is a blessing.

The usual four words.

In the eyes of the old man, these four characters have a majestic and immeasurable general trend, filled with a mysterious and peaceful charm!

His state of mind trembled inexplicably, and in a trance, it seemed that he was not facing a single word, but a vast world!

For a time, the old man's expression changed, his eyes were dull and his hands and feet were shaking slightly.