The founder of all religions

Xuantian Taoist species, his surname is Li.

"This is not very friendly." Li Mo raised his eyebrows slightly.

Unparalleled in ancient times, the first child in the world.

The Xuantian Tao Seed is the ambition of His Majesty Shenzong, and it is also the biggest creation and variable in history. Once it is born, it will affect the world's pattern.

The fate of all living beings will change as a result.

With such an existence, Li Mo was not willing to have the same surname as him, it was too ostentatious.

"Your enemy has actually seen the Xuantian Dao Seed?" Li Mo said in a deep voice.

There are three major sword types in Xuanmen. I heard that another one was trained not long ago. Of course, it is just a legend. It is difficult to tell whether it is true or not. As far as Li Mo knows, apart from the dead Celestial Elephant sword type, there are only the Domineering sword type and the Domineering sword type. Countless types of swords.

Feng Wannian has disappeared for so many years, hiding in Luofu Mountain, and has always wanted to get rid of the fetters of Xuantian Taoism.

On the other hand, the Infinite Sword Seed was trapped in it and could not extricate himself. He used the Sword Seed's physique to the extreme, and his strength was unimaginable. He had always regarded Feng Wannian as a serious problem.

"Of course, when I killed myself for the first time, that person must have sensed it." Feng Wannian said solemnly.

The "one" he mentioned naturally refers to [Xuantian Dao Seed]. In the eyes of the latter, Feng Wannian is just his nourishment. As a nourishment, he actually has a rebellious mind and does not want to be eaten. That is the big avoid.

"So he summoned Wuliang Sword Seed?" Li Mo understood clearly.

"It should have been at that time..." Feng Wannian looked ugly: "Huo Qingqing is a very changeable person, and the city is very deep..."

Wuliang Sword Seed, born in [Tianchan Mountain], was selected by Xuantian Pavilion at a very young age, brought into the door, and trained as a sword breed.

His common name is Huo Qingqing.

Logically speaking, as a Xuanmen swordsman, he should be very aware of his situation, and should be on the same side as Feng Wannian, sharing the same hatred and hatred.

"This man is really smart." Li Mo's eyes darkened and he couldn't help but sneered.

Huo Qingqing's mentality was based on the principle of joining if he couldn't resist. Once his position changed, the conflict disappeared.

For example, if Wu Song discovers that after Ximen Daguan and Pan Jinlian are tortured, the Daguan will definitely die. But if Daguan also tortures Da Lang, how will Wu Dutou deal with himself? ?

There are three people lying on the same bed, who do you want Wu Dutou to do? The conflict immediately disappeared.

"This person keeps trying to have both sides, but I'm afraid he still won't be able to escape his fate in the end..." Feng Wannian said in a deep voice.

What kind of existence is Xuantian Dao Seed? Once it is born and absorbs nutrients, it is naturally ruthless and selfless, how can it care about any friendship.

In his eyes, the current infinite sword species is nothing more than a tool.

"But he is living very well now, and I am afraid he has gained a lot of benefits."

"You are right..." Feng Wannian nodded.

During his time in seclusion, he received a lot of information and fragments, all from other sword types...including Huo Wuqing of course.

This person was once summoned, went to that hidden place, and saw the extremely mysterious Xuantian Dao Seed.

"Did you see clearly?" Li Mo couldn't help but ask.

"No."

Feng Wannian looked solemn and couldn't help but shook his head: "That kind of existence is elusive, vast, has no illusions, and is difficult to see..."

In a flash of light and shadow, Feng Wannian saw a mysterious light rising into the sky, filling the sky and the earth, making him confused and disoriented.

Faintly, he only heard the chanting of mysterious sounds, lingering in his ears.

"Innate air, cast spiritual roots, the road is inseparable from the Xuanmen Gate..."

"After understanding the wonderful principles and returning to the original nature, although this body has a different life, it will last forever..."

Feng Wannian whispered softly: "Huo Qingqing got a volume of handwriting, and he learned a lot..."

"That's a treasure."

"The handwriting of Xuantian Daozong!? It's really alive..."

For some reason, Li Mo instinctively disliked this legendary [Xuantian Dao Seed].

This reminded him of the great killer weapon in his previous life. Once it appears in this world, it will definitely break some kind of balance, which is not a good thing for most people.

Moreover, this influence is extremely far-reaching, but many people are in the midst of it and don’t know it.

"Huo Qingqing has achieved good fortune and has entered the Shangmiao realm with this handwritten scroll."

Feng Wannian clasped his hands tightly, a glint in his eyes.

In order to cut off the connection with Xuantian Taoism, he has killed himself many times. This time in retreat, his cultivation has stabilized at the [Living Miao Realm], which is the same as Li Mo.

"Shangmiao Realm...it's not bad." Li Mo disagreed.

Since he entered [Living in the Miao Realm], he has successively killed Yuan Changqing and Tang Jizhou, both of whom were masters of the [Shangmiao Realm].

Therefore, an existence of this level is no longer very dangerous in Li Mo's eyes. Even on weekdays, the way he looks at Wang Lingce is no longer the same as before, with a more or less casual look.

"You've been a little distracted lately."

Feng Wannian rolled his eyes at Li Mo, shook his head and said, "The Xuanmen sword species are not the ones you meet..."

"For us, reaching the Miao realm is a special threshold..."

Ordinary [Shangmiao Realm] uses the physical body to carry alien energy, thereby making a life transition and stepping into a higher level.

But the Xuanmen sword species are different. In order to reach this level, they need to refine the [Sword of Origin], carry it in the physical body, worship it with the sword species, cultivate both life and life, and reach the supreme seedling.

Once successful, the strength will be extraordinary and the cultivation level will be earth-shattering, which is simply unimaginable.

Feng Wannian knew that Huo Wuqing must have mastered his own natal magic sword and used his seeds to sacrifice it. He had few rivals among his peers.

"The sword of destiny is no trivial matter. It is made from its own material, with the help of earth fire, communication with sky thunder, the aura of the void, and the luck of the world. It can be said to be a narrow escape from death..." Feng Wannian said solemnly.

"Is it equivalent to training yourself?" Li Mo blurted out.

"Almost..." Feng Wannian nodded.

"Wait a minute... didn't you say that when you were the strongest before, you had already reached the [Miao Miao Realm]? You didn't refine the natal magic sword at that time?" Li Mo raised his hand to interrupt.

Feng Wannian has had the experience of self-cultivation many times. The highest point is the [Miao Miao Realm], which is the fourth level of spiritual breath and is still above the [Shang Miao Realm].

"No..." Feng Wannian shook his head.

"It was precisely because I knew the dangers of refining the natal magic sword that I took a shortcut... I was also young and was too eager for the realm..." Feng Wannian couldn't help but sigh,

The road back then was completely in decline, which was equivalent to consuming the potential of the sword species.

"If you really don't want to be a source of nourishment, this is the only way to go." Feng Wannian's eyes suddenly condensed.

"Although Huo Qingqing took refuge in the Xuantian Taoism, I'm afraid it was a vain act, otherwise he wouldn't have risked his life to practice his natal magic sword."

"This person is rebellious." Li Mo said in a deep voice.

As he spoke, Li Mo looked at Feng Wannian: "Do you want to refine the natal magic sword?"

"Of course... time waits for no one..." Feng Wannian nodded.

Once Xuantian's birth begins, that person will be born. If he gets violent and targets himself... that will be very bad.

Therefore, before that, Feng Wannian will definitely work hard to improve his strength.

"Don't worry, I feed the devil with my seed, and I already have another kind of power in my body. Refining the natal magic sword may not be so dangerous."

When Li Mo heard this, his heart moved slightly. He knew that the things hidden in the Demon-Conquering Hall came from the Shenzong forbidden area.

"How sure are you?" Li Mo asked with concern.

"Fifty percent."

"Only 50%!?" Li Mo frowned slightly. For him, not being 100% sure was the same as committing suicide. It was best to just wait and see.

"It's already very high. Before the retreat, I wasn't even 30% sure."

Feng Wannian was a little speechless: "The urgent need now is to find a treasure mountain to use as a sword furnace."

To refine the natal magic sword, you need to absorb the fire of the earth, stir up the thunder from the sky, attract the spiritual energy from the ten directions, put it into the natal medicine, and temper the body to create the sword.

Therefore, a treasure land is needed as a cauldron and a vessel.

Such a treasure place must hide the bells and spirits of heaven and earth, and also hide the opportunity to kill, and be protected by ghosts and gods, and surrounded by everyone.

"Beimang Mountain is a good place. There are 100,000 tombs there. If you practice swordsmanship here, you will definitely become a disaster." Feng Wannian smacked his lips and said.

"How dare you think..."

Li Mo was speechless: "Beimang Huangqiu... that is the dojo of [Beisha Xuanzhang]... you don't want to live anymore?"

The dojo of the Eight Great Demon Immortals in the world...who dares to go there to practice sword making?

Not to mention triggering the visions of heaven and earth, just refining the natal magic energy and absorbing the precious bell spirit energy will invisibly damage the foundation of others.

In the whole world, I can probably count on one hand the number of people who have the guts to go to the Eight Great Demon Immortal Dojos to refine swords.

"I'm just having random thoughts... It's a pity that the [Soldier Master] is not in the hall now, otherwise I could ask this big boss for advice." Feng Wannian smacked his lips with a look of regret on his face.

Among Xuantian's seven skills, the master of weapons is known as the best weapon master in the world. He once took over the three great weapons of Guixu with his bare hands, and his fierce power was known to the world.

"The military leader is good at this?" Li Mo was very curious about this Xuantian Qijue.

"Of course, even the owner of the museum calls it the name of all the soldiers in the world... It is said that in the world, any weapon with some spiritual energy is within its induction, and it can call out the name and sense each other from a distance... any Weapons before him are like those before an emperor."

Feng Wannian spoke eloquently about the Army Master: "The Army Master's weapon refining method is also unparalleled in the world..."

"I heard from the old man in the library that he once helped the Sword Immortal in White to cultivate his best killing sword in the world."

"Wu Sheng Killing Sword!?" Li Mo blurted out.

"Tsk tsk, after all, after entering the Xuantian Pavilion, my knowledge has improved a lot." Feng Wannian grinned and said: "It is the Wusheng Killing Sword."

"I heard that the Wusheng Killing Sword is known as the best sword in the world... Since it is the best sword in the world, why does it need to be repaired? Who can damage the sword body?" Li Mo's thinking was extremely out of the ordinary.

"The Sword Immortal in White has been famous for five hundred years... He is one of the eight great demon immortals in the world. His reputation is astonishing, but he is not invincible..."

"As for who in this world can be injured by the Wusheng Killing Sword... I think there are only a handful of them... As for who it is..."

Feng Wannian spread his hands: "I don't know either."

"Then why are you farting so much while riding a horse?" Li Mo said speechlessly.

"I see that you are so interested in the Sword Immortal in White. Let's chat for a few words... If you are really interested, I can get you the signed sword sheath of the Sword Immortal in White..." Feng Wannian came over and said with a smile.

"I have a way."

"Sooner or later, I'll borrow the Wusheng Killing Sword from the Sword Fairy in White and chop you alive for selling fakes."

"What nonsense are you talking about in broad daylight?"

Feng Wannian looked indifferent: "That kind of existence, where the dragon can see its head but not its tail, is not something we can see casually, let alone borrow his magic sword..."

"Did you go out today and forget your brain at home?"

As he spoke, Feng Wannian walked out.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to look through the secret files of ancient books these days to see if there is any suitable treasure land."

"By the way, let me introduce you to a friend."

"What friend?"

"Prince Zhennan, he is a... romantic person..."

"You've already climbed up to the big tree called Zhennan King? Look, back in Luofu Mountain, I said, when it comes to eating soft rice, if you think you're second, absolutely no one would dare to think first."

"Tear your mouth apart... By the way, senior sister is coming to the capital as well."

"Senior Sister Yan? Look, you're sending someone a thousand miles to make a fool of yourself. You said you... wasted your talent."

"roll……"

The figures of the two people gradually moved further and further away, and their voices became smaller and smaller. Finally, they disappeared into the wind, making them inaudible like the rustling of fallen leaves.

In the evening, Li Mo set up a table at Youlong Pavilion. He entertained guests and Master Ji paid the bill. It was a celebration of Feng Wannian's release from seclusion... Hong Xiaofu, Shang Xujian, and Yan Zixia were all present.

It was not the first time that Master Ji and Feng Wannian met, but they were officially acquainted.

One is the prince of Zhennan, and the other is a domineering swordsman... It happens that the two of them are not on the right path, but they have a feeling of meeting each other late, and heroes cherish each other.

That night, everyone had a great time drinking, but Yan Zixia only tasted it. During the dinner, she pulled Li Mo aside and said that she might leave the capital in a few days and go back to Luofu Mountain to visit.

Regarding this, Li Mo was a little itchy. He had been out for a while, and he often missed it and wanted to go back to see it.

"Senior sister, if you don't wait for me...I will accompany you after a while."

"Okay." Yan Zixia thought for a while, but did not refuse.

It just so happened that she also wanted to stay in the capital and stay with Li Mo for a while.

…

In the next few days, Feng Wannian spent the whole day hiding in the [Sanwei Bookstore] of Xuantian Pavilion, searching for ancient books, hoping to find a treasure place suitable for refining the natal magic sword.

After five days of sleepless nights, he really found it.

On this day, he found Li Mo holding a yellowed ancient book.

"Feilai Mountain!? What is this place?" Li Mo looked at the introduction in the book.

This famous mountain is not too far from the capital. After leaving the capital, passing Wangxuan City, and walking 800 miles eastward, you will reach Feilai Mountain.

"It is said that in ancient times, a large mountain once fell from the sky. A small part of it fell in the wild land of Liangzhou, and the rest is today's Feilai Mountain..." Feng Wannian said happily.

"His Majesty Shenzong once practiced mystical skills here, forged magic weapons, and absorbed most of the essence and elegance of Feilai Mountain."

"Later, Black Sword also refined his sword here..."

Feng Wannian briefly introduced the records about Feilai Mountain in ancient books.

"Since then, Feilai Mountain has lost most of its bell spirits and is no longer as famous as before..."

"But this place is extraordinary after all. The remaining beauty is enough for me to refine my natal magic weapon." Feng Wannian's eyes were filled with sparkle.

"A mountain that fell from the sky?" Li Mo rolled his eyes and said, "Didn't you say that a small part fell somewhere else? Why don't you practice there?"

In Li Mo's view, Feilai Mountain seems to have been absorbed by the predecessors, so it is better to go to that hill to practice.

"It was a barren mountain. When it fell, all the beauty of creation was sucked dry by Feilai Mountain... It has no reputation..." Feng Wannian shook his head and looked at the ancient book in his hand.

"Look, even the name seems so ordinary."

"What's it called?" Li Mo asked subconsciously.

“This mountain is called Qingping Mountain!!!”