The founder of all religions

A domineering sword type with talent that can last for thousands of years.

Five years passed, and this man returned to the Xuantian Pavilion, still as before, with his sword intent like an abyss, his domineering and shocking aura, his powerful means, and his ruthless nature, which made people feel distracted and frightened.

"The domineering sword type...it is indeed him...exactly the same as the rumors."

"This man has no inhibitions and is lawless... He... He has no human emotions at all."

"It's so... so cruel... He... did he kill Senior Sister Jiang? Oh my God... Senior Sister Ning is right in front of me."

At this moment, everyone was so frightened by Feng Wannian's methods and ruthlessness that they could not speak. Their hearts were trembling, as if they were walking on thin ice.

Most of these disciples started their careers within five years of Feng Wannian's disappearance. Even so, they had more or less heard of the evil reputation of the domineering sword species.

Xuanmen has spent a lot of time and effort to create a sword species that is as inhuman as a monster. The alien species is king and can be said to be invincible among its peers.

It is said that this madman was like an evil ghost and killed more than 300 children of the same age. He was as scary as a demon and as evil as a demon.

However, legends are just legends after all, and no one has ever seen them with their own eyes.

But today, Feng came back.

This man is even more incredible than the rumors say.

In broad daylight, in full view of everyone, he actually seriously injured a Lingmen disciple in front of Ning Huanzhen, suppressed Jiang Chuyin so hard, beat her until she didn't know whether she was alive or dead, and even nailed her to death in front of the [Lingmen] portal.

"He...is really a domineering swordsman..."

Chen Wangdu looked at the scene in front of him with a dazed expression. Even though he had been in Xuantian Pavilion for many years and even had rich grassroots work experience, he had never seen such a battle.

For those who dare to be so lawless in the Xuantian Pavilion, Feng Wannian is really a scorpion, a poisonous one.

"Feng Wannian, you are crazy!"

At this moment, Ning Huanzhen finally couldn't bear it any longer. She let out a low roar, showing deep anger, and her erratic figure was like a strong wind, and she took a picture of Jiang Chuyin who was nailed to the bronze door.

This originally arrogant and proud girl from the Ling Sect was now as angry as a thread, and there was a ray of fire in her heart that seemed to be extinguished at any moment.

With such a heavy injury, he was almost on the verge of death.

Thinking of this, the anger in Ning Huanzhen's eyes almost burst out, and he looked at Feng Wannian with a slightly more serious expression.

"To kill a fellow disciple in broad daylight...Feng Wannian, do you know what a serious crime this is?" Ning Huazhen shouted in a deep voice.

The first rule of Xuantian Pavilion's rules is that anyone who disobeys and rebels, kills fellow disciples, colludes and returns to the ruins... and other ten major crimes are equivalent to rebellion and should be punished according to the law.

Today, in front of the Ling Sect, Feng Wannian severely injured the Ling Sect disciples in front, and suppressed Jiang Chuyin in the back. There were at least dozens of pairs of eyes watching, not to mention Ning Huanzhen was present. It was obvious that he could not escape the charge of killing his fellow disciples.

"Senior Sister Ning, how about I harmed you? If you can convict me, just do it..."

Feng Wannian looked indifferent, and his cold eyes glanced at the half-dead Jiang Chuyin.

"I want to see if the museum will punish me for this waste..."

"you……"

Ning Huazhen's eyes were wide-eyed, and he was so angry that he didn't know what to do.

Feng Wannian was right, he was a Xuanmen sword type, very domineering, the museum spent countless resources, paid a lot of price and effort on him.

In a sense, Feng Wannian is not just an individual, he is also an extremely important wealth and treasure of Xuantian Pavilion.

Not to mention that Jiang Chuyin is not dead yet, even if Jiang Chuyin dies later, the museum will not do anything to Feng Wannian.

Apart from anything else, Xuanmen will be the first to jump out and try to protect Feng Wannian.

Compared to this domineering swordsman, he was just an ordinary disciple who died. How could he let Xuantian Pavilion's years of hard work go to waste just because of her?

Besides, she may not be the one Feng Wannian beat to death...

Although everyone saw Feng Wannian's move, it was possible that Jiang Chuyin's body had problems before Feng Wannian's move, but no one noticed it.

So from this perspective, Jiang Chuyin's death had nothing to do with Feng Wannian.

From the perspective of a domineering swordsman... no, from the perspective of justice, if Feng Wannian is charged with killing his fellow disciples, it would be a blasphemy against the law, a trampling on justice, and irresponsibility for the world's people.

Therefore, Jiang Chuyin's death was obviously her own fault, and it had nothing to do with Feng Wannian in any case.

At this moment, Ning Huanzhen’s words of [Xuanmen] appeared in his mind.

"Do you really think I dare not touch you?"

Ning Huanzhen clenched his fists tightly, and his bright eyes suddenly showed a murderous intention.

She is a senior sister of Lingmen and a female official in the palace. If she doesn't have any attitude towards this matter today, then she won't get along with her in the future.

"You can try...see if you can suppress me before all these people die."

Feng Wannian had no inhibitions, and his cold eyes swept over everyone's face.

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed, and deep fear and horror appeared on their trembling faces.

The implication is that this domineering swordsman didn't take their lives seriously at all. If Ning Huanzhen dared to take action, he would kill them all and let them all be buried with him.

"Is this lunatic...really lawless?"

"Oh my god...there are no taboos...really there are no taboos...he doesn't take anyone's life seriously?"

"This madman...is he really not afraid of anything?"

Everyone's hearts trembled, and waves suddenly rose. After seeing Jiang Chuyin's fate, they had no doubts about Feng Wannian's wild words.

"Sister Ning, if you want to take action, don't hold back."

Feng Wannian's indifferent gaze swept across Ning Huanzhen's face, with a hint of arrogance and disdain in his deep eyes.

In the eyes of this domineering swordsman, even Ning Huanzhen is just a mortal, essentially the same as Jiang Chuyin.

"let's go."

Feng Wannian walked straight past Ning Huanzhen without even looking at her.

Li Mo followed closely, but he was also unaware.

Today, he had a new understanding of Lao Feng. With such a backer in the Xuantian Pavilion, his back was naturally stiffer. He raised his head three points higher and looked at the stunned souls. The disciples couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Old Feng, you are really a murderous devil."

"Each other."

"Ask, accept, accept."

Feng Wannian and Li Mo met each other and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight while chatting and laughing.

"Ning...Senior Sister Ning...should this matter be settled here?"

At this moment, someone finally dared to step forward and ask Ning Huanzhen.

Jiang Chuyin's life or death is unpredictable. If he just leaves it alone and spreads the word, the outside world will think that their Lingmen are soft persimmons who can be manipulated at will.

"You go and sue... You can sue wherever you can..." Ning gritted his teeth.

At this time, they had no choice but to cry out.

The final result is that the senior management quarrels with each other, and finally nothing comes to an end. If they want a small punishment but a big warning, Feng Wannian should be punished...

Ning Huai really looked at Jiang Chuyin in his arms and immediately shook his head.

Even if Jiang Chuyin's life was taken, Feng Wannian would not be punished.

You know, that is a domineering sword type, and the backstage is as tough as a seventeen or eighteen year old boy Xuan Gen, and ordinary people cannot shake it at all.

"Who is the boy next to Feng Wannian?"

At this moment, Ning Huanzhen suddenly asked.

"Li Mo... Li Mo from Luofu Mountain, a newcomer who just entered the capital..." Someone whispered and told the origin.

"So it's him!?" Ning whispered softly.

The magic knife shattered, Ye Bufan died, and the warden made a big fuss... Although these things were covered up by the Xuantian Pavilion, Ning Huazhen was not an ordinary person after all, and he had heard about the secrets inside.

This disciple of Luofu Mountain was mentioned in every article.

"The descendant of Black Sword... actually got together with Feng Wannian." Ning Huanzhen frowned, showing a solemn expression.

"Sister Ning, what should we do now?"

"Report this matter first... Even though he is a Xuanmen swordsman, he cannot run amok. Someone must restrain him..." Ning Huazhen said in a deep voice.

A sword, no matter how sharp it is, is useless if it cannot be driven and instead injures the owner.

Even a divine sword needs a scabbard to contain its edge.

As a domineering sword type, his specialness can only be within certain rules.

"in addition……"

Ning Huazhen lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Chuyin, whose breath was almost imperceptible.

"Fetch Jiang Chen for me."

"Martial Arts Mountain Jiang Chen!?"

Everyone looked at each other in shock. Ever since he was summoned by [Wuzong], Jiang Chen's name had already spread in the Xuantian Pavilion. It could be said that he was now a celebrity in the capital.

"I'll go right away."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone turned and left.

"Feng Wannian... I don't know how much noise you will make when you come back this time."

Ning Huanzhen's eyes were deep, looking at the direction where Feng Wannian was going, thoughtfully.

"You're not the most special... there is always someone who can overwhelm you in the Xuantian Pavilion."

Having said this, Ning Huazhen hugged Jiang Chuyin, turned around and walked towards Lingmen.

She knew very well that Feng Wannian was back, and now many people knew about it.

This man's return will definitely cause quite a stir. Whether the waves can be calmed depends on how big the storm is.

…

Deep in Xuantian Pavilion.

In front of the dark and dark palace, a bright lamp shines outside the palace gate. The dim yellow light suddenly flickers, and the flame heart sways, pointing in one direction.

"Senior brother, you are upset..."

Outside the palace gate, a young monk changed his color slightly and couldn't help but look at the door of the prime minister's palace.

As the youngest Dharma monk in Tianchan Mountain, Wuxiang knows what this lamp means.

When he was six years old, his senior brother, who was only two years older than him, was taken away from Tianchan Mountain and sent directly to the Xuantian Pavilion in the capital.

Now more than ten years have passed. Even if he steps into the capital as the strongest descendant of Tianchan Mountain, he still cannot match the brilliance of his former senior brother.

There is no other reason, it is just that Ren is one of the three major sword types of Xuanmen.

"He is back……"

At this moment, a cold voice came from the black hall, revealing a hint of loneliness and depth.

"Him!?" Wuxiang's eyes narrowed slightly, showing a look of confusion.

"The Domineering Sword Type..."

The scornful voice sounded again, and when the name was mentioned, there was an invisible heaviness wrapped around it.

"The Domineering Sword Type...Senior Brother, is that an existence as famous as you!?" Wu Xiang changed his color slightly.

Among the three major sword types of Xuanmen, the Celestial Elephant Sword Type is the grandest, the Overbearing Sword Type is the most ferocious... As for the sword type awakened by his senior brother, it is the most mysterious.

"Feng Wannian... five years have passed by and you have finally come back... and you have embarked on an alternative path."

"Brother, you mean..."

"If this person returns, he will go to the Demon-Conquering Palace. Wuxiang, you go...this is your chance."

A faint voice came from the dark and dark palace.

"But..." Wu Xiang hesitated slightly.

"I know you have other opportunities besides Tianchan Buddhism... This will be your greatest blessing."

"Senior brother, why are you..."

Wuxiang's expression suddenly changed, as if someone had discovered the biggest secret in his life.

"To grasp the possibility of thousands of changes...this is the true meaning of immeasurable."

The faint voice swayed like the gentle wind, rippling over.

In an instant, the flickering light suddenly stopped, restoring its previous calm and peace.

"Infinite Sword Seeds!"

Wu Xiang took a deep look at the dark black palace, then turned and left without looking back.

…

"Old Feng, it turns out that your background in Xuantian Pavilion is really hidden."

On the way, Li Mo stared at Feng Wannian and finally couldn't help but speak.

The Xuanmen sword species is no small matter. With such identity, such strength, and such talent... it is simply unbelievable and unbelievable that he is hiding in Luofu Mountain.

"this……"

Feng Wannian glanced at Li Mo, hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said: "Although the Xuanmen sword has a great reputation, it is also facing many disasters and it is difficult to survive the disaster."

"What do you say?" Li Mo noticed something strange and couldn't help but ask.

"Have you ever heard of... Xuantian Dao Seed?" Feng Wannian asked without answering.

"Unparalleled in ancient times, the first child in the world!?"

"Not bad." Feng Wannian took a deep look at Li Mo and nodded heavily.

"That is the ambition of His Majesty Shenzong, and it is also the greatest creation in history... If the Tao seed is completed, he will be invincible in the world, break the laws of heaven and earth, and become the king of eternity."

Having said this, Feng Wannian sighed quietly, his eyes almost condensing into a thin line.

"The Xuanmen Sword Seed is derived from the [Tao Seed]... One method gives birth to all kinds of methods, and the sword seed alone is a magical power... If the Tao Seed is born, the impact can be imagined."

"and you……"

Feng Wannian raised his hand and pressed it softly, interrupting Li Mo's words.

"Back then, when I achieved the sword type, I really felt this unimaginable power...realm, cultivation, and artistic conception...are almost at my fingertips, as easy as drinking water and eating. In a very short period of time, I achieved something that is difficult for others to achieve in their lifetime. realm."

Feng Wannian's complexion gradually turned cold.

"But... only then did I faintly sense that... that Tao seed... was actually alive."

"What?" Li Mo couldn't help but be moved: "Alive?"

"All Dharmas follow the Tao, and all skills nourish the seeds... In the end, I am just his material."

Feng Wannian's voice was terrifying, as if coming from an infinite abyss, threatening to kill thousands of people.

Finally alive! ! !