Yuanzong used the Taoist scriptures of the Tang Dynasty to set off a wave of Taoist practice. Both the village servants and street stall officials can practice, especially those young people with dreams. This Taoist scripture gathers the strengths of many families, and is the first practice today. What reason do they have not to practice?

Now, he used the Xuanhuang Sword, which already belonged to Changming, to once again sparked a craze for practicing Taoism among the older generation of practitioners.

This is the case in the prosperous era of cultivation.

When the cultivation world of the Tang Dynasty once again set off a wave of practice,

In a very hidden place in the cold mountains in the far north, a middle-aged man stood on the snow-capped mountain, looking into the distance with his hands in his arms, like a poet who appreciates snow, or a wanderer who misses his homesickness.

The middle-aged man was dressed in black and stood in the snow, who should have been incompatible with everything, but he could blend with heaven and earth and unite with wind and snow.

If you don't look carefully, you won't even find him.

Such an incredible person must be an extraordinary person.

"Father, what are you thinking?"

Mo Qiu sat on the stone not far away, gently stroked the feathers of Dapeng.

Usually I am the only one who comes here to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the rising sun. Unexpectedly, my father came too.

I didn't say a word and stood there for a long time. Is there something wrong with me?

Of course the middle-aged man had something to worry about, but he still didn't look back. After a long time he suddenly said, "Your mother and I have decided to live our lives here."

The golden eagle found that the little hand on her back was a little stiff, and couldn't help but shake her body, rubbing it against her palm, trying to soothe her master.

Mo Qiu quickly returned to peace and quietly waited for the next words.

"That year I vowed to give her the best, so I became the Demon Lord, modified the Demon Power, and planned for my Demon Sect's blessings, and at the same time planned how to return to the Central Plains."

The middle-aged man said: "This is also the mission of the Demon Lords of all dynasties and the dream of all demon monks."

Mo Qiu said: "My mother only wants family reunion and harmony, and never thinks about anything else."

The middle-aged man said, "Yes, she doesn't want anything else, but I want to give her everything. I didn't expect that there are so many things in the side of the Demon Sect, so I didn't be able to accompany you mother and daughter for more. This is my mistake."

Mo Qiu thought to himself: "But you never thought of admitting your mistake, otherwise you wouldn't have met and you would have quarreled."

"I don't think this is a mistake, and quarrels are often caused by her. She was a special person back then. If she didn't become the Demon Lord, I would not be worthy of her. As the Demon Lord, I could not only care about the love between children and children, but also prepare for the return to the Central Plains."

The middle-aged man said, "Everything must always be in order. I must be the Demon Lord first, and then I can be the husband and father."

This middle-aged man is the fifth generation of Demon Lord, the leader of all the devils in the Hanshan Mountains of 90,000 miles.

Mo Qiu didn't understand why he was so sentimental today.

The Demon Lord said, "Everything was planned, and even I sent you out, but unexpectedly, it backfired. It was his ruins and made him come alive."

If he had not sent Mo Qiu to the future of the Central Plains.

The battle by the river on that rainy night would not happen, Feng Xiaohan and He Xirou would not enter the gray grassland and the extreme night snowfield, and Wan Yetian would not be resurrected.

The Demon Lord shook his head and said, "In this way, the return to the Central Plains will have to be re-planned, and the layout of the Central Plains will also be adjusted. This will delay for countless years."

Mo Qiu asked, "The ancestor was resurrected from the dead and was just around the corner under the leadership of his old man. How could there be any delay?"

"He is the first generation of Demon Lord, and he also created the Demon Sect, but now the Demon Lord is me, but the Demon Sect is no longer the Demon Sect for a thousand years."

The Demon Lord asked, "For him, this place is not a home, but a poor sect that was forced to Hanshan by the Zhengdao Xuanzong."

The Demon Lord's tone was very calm, and the Gujing Wubo seemed to be evaluating a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.

But if he really doesn't think this matter is difficult, why should he stand here for a long time?

Wan Yetian saved Jiang Wen, so Mo Qiu had some affection for him, so he asked, "Didn't he just attack Wangyue Pavilion not long ago?"

"No one knows what the old man over a thousand years old thinks. Moreover, since he can go against the will of heaven, why none of the eight women who broke the void are dead?"

The Demon Lord said calmly: "Wan Yetian is the ancestor of this sect, the first person in history. After his death, he will definitely have a better understanding level."

It’s a pity that this ancestor doesn’t seem to have the intention to return to the Demon Sect.

A man died for a thousand years and suddenly came to life. The first thing he did was to go home to see him, but why didn’t that person come back after so long?

This is easily reminiscent of the records in the book about his ruthlessness.

Maybe he really didn't take the Demon Sect seriously.

The cold snowflakes fell on the faces of the two of them. Suddenly the wind blew in the mountains, bringing echoes of the valley. There was no sound, giving people the feeling as deserted as the snowflakes.

The Demon Lord took out something and said, "You go to Akagu in a while and leave this to Shankui, be careful."

Listening to this name, the feathers of the Dapeng Golden Eagle slowly opened, like pheasants with only blown hair, with fear in their eyes.

Mo Qiu took it solemnly.

The Demon Lord said: "There are already close to the ban. There are many monsters on the road, and you may even encounter dragons. Take a few more people this time."

Mo Qiu nodded and said, "Daughter understands."

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Feng Xiaohan and Meng'er walked on the grassland for twenty-seven days. From a distance, you could see many beige tents, with alliance logos embroidered on the tent cloth.

It was a camp responsible for guarding the restricted restrictions, and you could see soldiers and formation divisions walking around the camp.

Meng'er stopped her horse and stopped.

Feng Xiaohan looked at her and asked, "What's wrong?"

Meng'er sighed and said with some difficulty: "I may... can only send you here."

The Saint of Knife had already ordered that when they saw the saint of the grassland, they wanted to bring her back immediately. The two of them killed the wolf all the way. Feng Xiaohan changed horses several times on the way, and all their whereabouts were under the control of the alliance.

The old men in the alliance must have guessed that the two targets are the Far North.

They would never allow her to go to such dangerous places, so they would make arrangements in advance to ensure that she would not step into Hanchuan.

Feng Xiaohan was silent for a while, pointed to a small hill not far away, and said, "Just be there."

Meng'er was stunned and asked, "What are you doing?"

Feng Xiaohan said, "I feel a little itchy and want to fight."

Meng'er's brows gradually stretched, with a bright smile on her face, clapped her hands and said, "That's great!"

The hills just blocked the camp's view, and no one would interfere with them, so they could let go of the battle.

Meng'er suppressed her cultivation in the first realm of Dongyou, and Feng Xiaohan did not use his physical strength.

The two of them are only compared to the sword and fight fairly.

The concave and convex sword body of the wild sword rubbed against the sword sheath, making a harsh sound under the action of the vitality, like a dragon's roar.

The dragon tongue trembles!

Meng'er held the lotus on her waist, and with a light sound, a delicate knife appeared in her hand.

The sword was still unsheathed, but the sound of the light did not dissipate, but gradually became high.

The sword is the emperor of the war, and he is domineering and unyielding.

The sound of swords and the roar of swords were intertwined, forming a harsh sound, and the snow around them was cut into powder.

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The forbidden between the grassland and the Han River is to block the terrifying monster hidden in the wind and snow.

With a sword outside the sword, a dragon trying to fly over the restricted one was cut from the air. The powerful monster with intelligence in Hanchuan did not dare to cross the line, and the low-level monster would not fly, and even bird monsters would be affected by the secrets of heaven and fall down.

The prohibition here is not as powerful as the cloud wall between the human world and the wilderness. It is like a stream of white smoke that has not dispersed, but it perfectly separates the two worlds.

But it didn't block the chill that came from there.

The climate of Hanchuan is almost the same as that of the winter in the wilderness. If the cold wind blows without the energy to resist, it is likely to be frozen to death.

Although you can sharpen your mind here, the quality and speed of spiritual transformation will be much slower, so few people are willing to come here, but those who are willing to come will receive very generous rewards.

In the camp closest to Yangtouling, the person in charge was a centurion, who was equivalent to the lowest-level general in the Central Plains. Years of wind and frost baptism left deep traces on his face, making him look much older than his peers.

At this time, the centurion bent down, lowered his head, and stood behind a young man.

The patrol soldiers and the occasionally passing formation master couldn't help but take a look at each other and whispered, "Who is this young man?"

"Who is this person sacred? He only wears long clothes here, and does not take the cold wind seriously at all?"

"Is it a strong man in the collapse realm?"

"If this is true, then he will definitely be the target of the alliance's focus, and even a young general."

"I don't think it's possible, what are people like this doing here?"

"What explanation is why the centurion lowered his posture so much? You must know that you should respect him a little while in the ordinary collapse, and who is worthy of making him lower his eyebrows and bow his head."

Luo Chuan looked at the small hill in the distance with his hands behind his back, his eyes calm, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and he seemed to hear their comments.

He is waiting for someone.

The centurion was full of doubts at this time. He knew that this man was promoted by the leader of the alliance. It is said that he had gone to the extreme with Lord Yeyou and had a very high status.

But who can such a person wait for when he comes here?

He has been staring at the hill since just now. Will the person he is waiting for appear from later?

After a while, two figures led the horse and slowly walked out of the hill.

The centurion was perfect in the spirit transformation. His eyes could not see that far through the wind and snow curtain. After the two of them walked in, he saw clearly and was shocked.

He rubbed his turbid eyes and thought to himself whether I am really old and can't even see clearly?

The centurion confirmed that the other party was the one, and immediately grew up his mouth, enough to plug his two fists, and was extremely shocked!

The portrait of the saint of the grassland is circulated in various tribes, and almost every grassland person recognizes that beautiful face.

Meng'er was expressionless and walked over slowly. Her childish eyebrows and eyes were actually a bit sacred and solemn.
Chapter completed!