Jiangbian Yan sighed and his voice softened:

"Don't panic."

"Isn't he just a fake Eight Masters? I will contact my superiors at the headquarters right now!"

…

In the eight palaces, there are distant mountains and four corners.

Situations like this happen almost all the time.

As long as it is a place where spiritual masters gather, there will inevitably be sword cultivators.

And as long as there are sword cultivators, there will be the exclusive fanatics of the legendary Eighth Sword Immortal.

In the Central Region, perhaps the influence of the Eighth Sword Immortal can only be considered okay.

At least it is suppressed by the pressure of the Holy Temple. In addition, the Eighth Sword Immortal has been dead for many years, so the enthusiasm he should have has been extinguished by time.

But in the Eastern Sword God Heaven, it was completely different.

As a region where swords are the most respected, the name of the Eighth Sword Immortal is almost a belief.

The legend of the three-breath innate and three-year swordsman after wandering around the world and suddenly waking up is simply a miraculous existence.

It can be concluded that once the news of the resurrection of the Eighth Sword Immortal spreads, eight out of ten spiritual refiners will go crazy.

And among a hundred swordsmen, only half will go crazy.

The remaining half will explode on the spot!

This is faith.

A kind of belief in the peak swordsman who dominates the entire era, an absolute belief without any reason!

…

Central Territory, Guizhe Holy Mountain, where the headquarters of the Holy Temple is located.

This is a towering holy mountain with snow falling into the clouds. It is covered with the fragrance of cinnamon all year round. Various flowers and weeds can grow here, and they have been imbued with the holy power day and night.

Every piece of grass anywhere has a minimum level of five.

There are two legends about Guizhe Holy Mountain.

On the Luoshen Peak on the west side, there is a stele in a tree. There is no word on the stele. Broken swords are inserted around the stele, and there is an aura of death and silence that is incompatible with the character of Xian Guiling.

That is the remains of the holy way, the power of silent resentment.

Luoshen Peak is a forbidden area in Guizhe Holy Mountain.

All spiritual refiners in the world know that this place is where the previous generation of the Holy Temple Master died.

In the past, the leader of the Seven Swordsmen, Mr. Yutu, went to the Holy Temple alone to kill the Holy Temple. The leader of the Seven Swords, the head of the main hall of the Holy Temple, directly brought an end to the previous era. After that, he hid in the world and became a good story.

Dao Qiongcang was ordered to take over Banji in the face of danger, and then he returned to consolidate the political power of the Holy Temple.

The reason why Yutu went to Guizhe Holy Mountain was all because of another legend about this holy mountain.

…

East side.

Screen candle ground.

Another forbidden area in Guizhe Holy Mountain.

A towering broken willow stood alone in the forbidden area.

This place should be full of greenery and willow trees.

But since the legend of "a sword coming from the east and a sword fairy", even the "God Worship Willow", the first of the nine ancestral trees and ranked in front of the tree of the sky, has been broken.

It was cut off so abruptly.

Even after decades, it is still difficult to spit out even a new green leaf.

Under the broken willow, on the gravel ground, there is an ancient table.

The ancient table was small, dilapidated, and covered with dust, as if no one had visited it for decades.

But on the table, there is still a candle that will last forever.

The lights were dim, directly turning the infinite light around them into a gloomy space.

Others light lamps for illumination.

But this old lamp that always lights up is just to induce darkness.

On the dark and gloomy table, besides the ancient lamp, there is also a sword.

This sword is spotless.

The blade of the sword is a spiritual green color and has many pits and pits, as if it has been hacked, hammered, and mended countless times.

The body of the sword is open to the underworld and can suck a person's soul in with one glance. If there is an evil ghost struggling on it, the will to die will disappear and the desire will not be extinguished.

Eighth on the list of famous swords, the name of the sword is Hunter Ghost, one of the Seven Sword Immortals - Hua Changdeng carries his sword with him!

In this empty but sparse place of screens and candles, adjacent to the broken willow tree and facing the ancient table in the distance, sat a middle-aged man with gray hair.

Although he is middle-aged.

But with that vicissitudes of life, outsiders would only think that he was an octogenarian old man.

"Hua Chang Deng?"

Outside the screen and candlelight, a trace of wind and waves spread.

The sonic breath swept up the sand and gravel all over the ground, but stopped silently after approaching the area of ​​a hundred feet where the middle-aged man was leaning against a willow tree with his eyes closed, as if sleeping.

Screen screen...

No strangers come in, the wind doesn't come near, and the old candle never goes out.

The eyelids of the sleepy man called Hua Changdeng trembled and he slowly opened his eyes.

In this sleepy place, it seems that a bright sword emerges from the dust.

The remaining candle on the ancient table swayed automatically in the absence of wind, making a hissing sound as a new drop of candle wax sprouted, barely holding on to the shadow of the candle from disappearing.

"Is the Holy Mountain of Guizhe going to be destroyed again? Who will look for me this time?"

Hua Changdeng leaned against Broken Willow with his back, his eyes widened, and he caught the astonishing sword intent in his eyes.

He put his hands on the ground, pushed his feet forward, and leaned on the broken willow behind to support himself, and managed to sit up a little straighter.

"Ta, ta, ta."

The footsteps are getting closer.

A man in white robes walked out from the corner, holding Si Nan in his hand. There were many hexagrams in the seal, and the heavenly energy was guided by it.

Every step you take is like measuring this world.

With every step he took, the spiritual spoon swaying slightly above Si Nan would leave a thin trace on the hexagram plate.

engrave, record.

With every step, he is growing.

The old candle swayed, reflecting the outline of the person's face.

This is a man with an extremely upright appearance. He looks like Cheng Taiyu in heaven, plump and square. His eyebrows are like stars, deep and subtle.

The nose is tall and straight, with sharp edges and corners.

While looking and looking, it is like a saint lowering his eyes, full of pity for the world.

"Tao Qiongtian?"

Leaning against the broken willow tree like a dying man, his voice finally had a hint of surprise, "What are you doing here?"

"despair."

The road to the sky reaches a hundred feet away from the person in front of you, and stops precisely.

He first glanced at the famous sword hunting ghost, then measured the remaining length of the candle, and smiled: "Can't stand up yet?"

"Why do you have to stand up?" Hua Changdeng closed his eyes again and felt that it was a waste of time to even look at the person in front of him.

"How can the body of a semi-saint be more miserable than an old tree?" Dao Qiongcang shook his head.

"The sword can cut the Tao! To the Sword Saint, the Taoist saint can only stop and leave a message, but has no body to greet him." Hua Changdeng lowered his voice, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"The Tao can overlook the heaven and the earth; but the sword cannot break the sky."

"Tsk, stupid."

"Although the sky is broken, there is a sky beyond the sky."

"Oh, ignorant."

"The one who keeps the sword is only accompanied by an old lamp and a broken willow tree. Although he wants to stand up, he is unable to stand up, and although he wants to wake up, he is out of breath. How miserable is it?" Dao Qiongcang said with a smile in his eyes: "How miserable! How miserable..."
To be continued...