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Under the power of heaven, everything is false.

In the void of seven hundred feet, Chu Fan walked with his sword.

The endless wave of heavenly power swept through, annihilated under the sword marks of his sky curtain.

But even so, under the violent impact, he still felt like a thunder thunder in his chest, and Xianyuan reversed and sprayed a mouthful of blood.

Chu Fan took a breath of air. This wave of heavenly power was several times stronger than Jiang Ziwen's sword, with a powerful swallowing momentum.

Although he was not afraid of the early stage of Xuandan cultivator, the power in front of him was more than comparable to that of Xuandan cultivator. Moreover, the terrifying wave continued to perish and had a tendency to become stronger.

Flashes of weakness came, and the thousands of sword lights brought by Chu Fan's sky curtain sword marks formed a rushing spiritual formation. Although he knew that his attainment of his first-level spiritual formation could not stop the power of the glorious heaven, he could slash out a sword again with just a few breaths.

Sizzle...

The sound of tearing and impact was endless, and Chu Fan subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. He did not expect that under the curtain of his rushing spirit formation sword, the wave of the turbulent power of the sky was much weaker in an instant! The scene in front of him was unexpected. He embedded the spiritual pattern into the Tianmu sword mark, but it was just his intention. He originally wanted to use the rushing array pattern to make the Tianmu sword mark a stronger sword, but unexpectedly the effect was so obvious.

In an instant, the strong pressure like a dark cloud covering the top of the clouds disappeared like smoke, and the pressure on the body was much easier.

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In Xianwu Square, thousands of disciples were already stunned by the scene in front of them.

As the golden light flowed, Chu Fan's name had soared above eight hundred feet. The powerful Taoist rhyme of heaven and earth emanated from the Immortal Dao Monument, and their cultivation also gradually increased.

"What did Senior Brother Chu Fan do?"

In the square, a disciple stared blankly at the top of the Immortal Dao Monument filled with purple mist, and finally couldn't help but speak in horror.

A late-stage disciple of Xuanling Realm hesitated for a moment and said, "Are some legends of the sect true? Once the weather luck was suppressed?"

"The rules of heaven and earth in our sect are really richer and clearer than before. I can clearly feel the signs of a rise in my cultivation!" Another disciple said in horror.

Chu Fan didn't know how much sensation he caused in the Immortal Dao Pavilion. At this moment, he had already reached a thousand feet. A milky white groove appeared in front of him, and he seemed to have some clarity.

The groove is not big, probably just a jade token. He remembers that the jade token was the blue jade token he saw on the round platform when he climbed to the top of the Insect Ladder, which contained the three words "Tianyun".

"Is this the place where Qinglan mentioned the heavenly forbidden place to suppress the weather of the sect?" Chu Fan murmured to himself. Thinking of this, he hesitated for a moment and embed the green jade tablet in the Qiankun bag into the groove.

The green jade stele was embedded in the groove, and a powerful fortune of heaven and earth suddenly burst out, and the powerful force instantly knocked down Chu Fan.

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Xiandao Pavilion has been passed down for 100,000 years, and the weather has been suppressed for 70,000 years. Now I finally see the spring sunshine and signs of ice and snow melting.

Thousands of peaks of the sect stand tall, and now they are even more majestic and undulating, not even the least bit like any ordinary nine-star sect.

In the Zi Qian Kingdom, there are countless sects of all sizes, and sects below eight stars are even more like a crossing river. But even the eight-star sect has only a hundred immortal peaks inside the sect. You can imagine that the Immortal Pavilion has a rich foundation.

The sound of the sky bell still echoes in the sect’s radius of hundreds of miles. Countless disciples were shocked and fell into restlessness.

The law enforcement hall, the elders and the elders and deacons of the mission hall were all released, so that the restless voice gradually returned to calm.

In the main hall of Xiandao Peak, the elders of the major peaks have retreated, and Duan Qianfeng sat upright on the first floor of the hall and looked at meditation.

The sect discussion meeting has not been held for more than ten years, but today's discussion and negotiations are not unexpected. The elder led by Yuwen Nantian's heart is already different. Even if he does not say it clearly, the heart of stealing the sky is obvious.

Tianzhu Peak, clouds and clouds lingering, as if they were floating in fairyland.

The weather conditions of the Xiandao Pavilion Sect began to disappear, and all the peaks were clear and rich in spirit. The Tianzhu Peak, which was once extremely beautiful, was even more abundant. The large area of ​​Tianzhu is much crystal clear and greener than before.

When the breeze blew, I saw a figure standing tall in a daze, flying in a long skirt, like a fairy descending to earth, with a spiritual aura that was beyond the world.

She stood under a waterfall, dazed and dazed, looking a little worried and a little sad... as if that expression shouldn't have appeared on the face of a girl in her twenties, let alone such a pretty and beautiful girl.

A stream of relaxed footsteps sounded, stepping through the tranquility of the mountain. A beautiful figure appeared, with a white dress, and was the first disciple of Xiandao Pavilion, Qin Yue.

Qin Yue walked behind the girl in a long green dress, her eyes clear and swept her across the girl.

"Senior Sister Qin Yue..."

The girl in the green skirt turned around and saw Qin Yue coming and greeting him softly, "Now the Immortal Dao Pavilion is as Dao Jun said, the weather has quietly loosened, have you not gone into seclusion yet?"

Qin Yue nodded slightly, then said peacefully: "Do you have any thoughts?"

The girl lowered her eyebrows, nodded slightly and shook her head gently. The breeze still blew through the mountains, but it could not remove the sadness on the girl's face.

"Daojun said this is the fate of the Immortal Dao Pavilion, and it is also the fate I chose?" The girl suddenly looked up at Qin Yue.

Qin Yue paused slightly, then looked up at the girl in the green skirt seriously. Although she had heard Senior Brother Qinglan talk about some things, she didn't know much about the Secret Xin in the Deep. She shook her head for a long time, "I don't know either."

The girl in the green skirt curled up in the long skirt and moved slightly, pinched the corner of her dress, and suddenly a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

In a trance, she seemed to see the storm again when the wind was like a knife. On the afternoon when snow was falling thousands of miles away, the world was covered with a thick layer of white snow, burying and covering everything in the world. She could not see any human aura, greed, treacherous, hypocrisy, jealousy, nor could she see the righteousness and glory, the bright wind and the bright moon.

That afternoon, she was still an orphan and wandered alone under Lanyun City. She was just five years old that year, and she had no parents' appearance or relatives or friends in her memory. She could only find food in the garbage dump that could fill her stomach.

But the heavy snow that day, half a month of heavy snow, made her not find even a trace of leftovers for several days. She remembered that her consciousness gradually blurred and her body gradually lost consciousness.

When she woke up again, she found herself lying on a warm and comfortable bamboo bed, which was a small attic, with a three-foot-sized window in front of the bed, and the beautiful mountains and rivers and lush forests outside. For the first time, she showed a smile on her face, smiling, and smirking...

It's just that feeling, very sweet, what kind of sweetness is that?

Then she saw an old man with a charity face. The bowl she held was filled with a fragrance that she had never smelled before. The fragrance still lingers on the tip of her nose.

The old man told himself that this is the Immortal Pavilion Pavilion, a famous immortal cultivation sect with a radius of hundreds of miles. His name is Beichen, the great elder here, the kind with great power and the kind with great power.

He asked if he would like to follow him, but she nodded without thinking, just feeling indescribable sweetness in her heart.

But the old man said that he should not make a decision so quickly, because following him would cost.

Although she had already thought about it in her heart that she would not shake her head no matter what the price, she still asked.

The old man said that after following him, her life will no longer belong to her. In the future, she will only become a sword servant, a shadow of a person, even if she dies.

Of course she is willing to make someone like the old man.

Then the old man's laughter came from his ears: The snow-covered cloud city, the cold light flowed through the wind, and the fairy road was dome, and the lush roses were born under the sky.

From now on, there was another name in her memory, Rose!

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