The Magic Door\’s Stories

The clouds of Qingming Mountain are surging, and the endless walls of Tianxuan Sect’s sword are shining with dark blue light in the twilight. Lin Han\’s hand holding the sect token was slightly shattered, and the word \”Xuan\” engraved on the green copper token was a chorus with the cliff ban.

\”Brother Han, do you really want to go to this zodiac?\” Behind you, the voice of the mistress disciple Afu, came, \”Last month, Brother Wang went in for three days and came out The entire right arm of the wall was…\”

Lin Han pressed the token in the depression of the stone wall, and the green light opened like a ripple. He turned around and smiled lightly, the light red scar at the corner of his eyes seemed to be hidden in the twilight: \”If the body without dirt can\’t stand the breath, what immortal can you still practice?\”

Before it fell, the cold and cold drama was already like a waterfall. Three thousand ancient dramas were buzzing among the cliffs, and the condensed rage of the drama teared open Lin Han\’s thick Taoist robe, revealing his chest covered with new old dramas. He closed his eyes and said, and a jade-colored light appeared all over his body – this was a sign of cultivating the body without dirt to the third level.

Suddenly, the drama in the northwest corner became violent. Lin Han suddenly slighted his eyes and saw a long black sword breaking out of the wall, and the mysterious iron chains on his body cracked inch by inch. During the ground quake, he heard the roar of the elder Weishan, who came from Yunduan: \”The ancient magic drama is soul-devouring! Retreat!\”

The crackling and cracking of the chains was not in the drama. In the vein. Lin Han refused to retreat and stepped forward, with his fingers and the sword pointing at the middle of his eyebrows, and the sword\’s jade light burst into flames. He could feel the sarcasm running through his blood and was savage with the magic sword. This kind of palpitation also appeared fifteen years ago when he realized the spiritual roots of the Fukuang Sect.

\”叶—\”

The magic sword stopped three inches in front of his throat, and the sword\’s body was covered with blood-colored patterns. Lin Han suddenly saw clearly the seal script engraved on the handle of the silhouette: Tai Shi.

The sea of ​​consciousness shook, and countless golden runes stormed in. He saw the war scene in the prehistoric era, saw the white-clothed sword immortal split the sword open with his fingers, and saw the Nine Netherworld magic atmosphere shattered by thousands of sword lights… When the last rune did not fall into his eyebrows, the magic sword turned into flowing light The wall enters his dantian.

\”Taishou Sword…\” Lin Han knelt on the ground, his throat was fishy and sweet. The ban on Jizuka was collapsing, but he clearly heard the strange sound of the sound of the chain-splitting chain–that was the sound of the demon door confusing his heart.

At night falls, the clan police bell is on the verge of the long bell. Lin Han wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the blood clouds that were surging outwards in the mountains. The token on the waist suddenly swelled up, and blood-colored seal script: The eyes are dangerous, quickly reach Tianle Peak.

When he rushed to the top of Tianle Peak, he was watching the guardian disciple Zhao Yuanhao stab the poison-tempering dagger into the heart of the third elder. Bloody plate shatteredDuring the flying scene, Lin Han finally realized that the change of Zokazuma was not accidental – the Soul-Devouring Sword is the last seal to guard the Jiuyou Rift.

\”I didn\’t expect it?\” Zhao Yuanhao tore off the sweaty clothes, revealing the red-faced armor of the Blood Evil Palace. \”You Tianxuan Sect have kept the secret for thousands of years, but you are the Demon Lord Su Xing’s offering…\”

Lin Han also pointed to the sword, and the Taishu sword was leaking out from his dantian. He remembered the story of \”taking the heart as the sheath\” in the opening chapter of the drama, and finally realized that the so-called filthless sword was originally born to carry the mind of the Taiyin sword. The moonlight shattered in the air, and Zhao Yuanhao\’s smile came to an abrupt end.

At dawn, Lin Han stood in front of the broken town magic monument. The five old blood flowed between the inscriptions, forming a strange talisman. He reached out and pressed it on the top of the monument, and the shadow of the silhouette flowed deep in his pupils – the magic waves transmitted from the monument were the same as the soul-devouring monument of the Satoshika.

\”Young Sect Master!\” The blood-like manager, the old man rushed over, \”The mountain guard has been broken, and the palm of your hand allows you to go to the secret realm quickly…\”

Lin Han turned around and looked at the purple air rising from Dongtian, and the slicing light condensed at his fingertips cut his palm. Yin\’s red blood bead dripped off the inscription and ignited a dark blue flame. He suddenly laughed, and the scars at the corners of his eyes rose like a sword: \”No need to understand. The old man\’s message each peak – Today, the nine questions on Tianxuan opened early.\”

The morning wind rolled up the blood-stained Taoist robe, and Lin Han walked towards the cliff with the shadow of the sun. He could feel the magic sword in his dantian awakening, but what was clearer was the Taishu sword in the sea of ​​consciousness that illuminated the world. The roar from the deepest part of the Jiuyou Rift was actually the same as his heartbeat.