The fairy spirit lingers, and the sword light lingers.

Countless figures intertwined and returned, their bodies were as white as white, interspersed with swords.

The sword energy is scattered, and in the swaying figure, an ancient stone tablet stands tall. The stone tablet is majestic and ancient, and seems to have experienced countless years of baptism.

The sky is wandering, with thousands of auspicious clouds and cranes dancing in the sky, contrasting with the figures floating like immortals among the sword-moving clouds here, it is a world of immortals.

A young and handsome man with a long hair and a snowy beard, stepped on the clouds, frowned, and looked down with a solemn expression, as if he was worried about something.

A green light flashed, and a young man with a big sleeve and a sword sheath came with a sword. Seeing that the sword was about to hit the cloud under the old man, the young man looked calm and pinched his gesture. The sword suddenly stopped, extremely moving, extremely quiet, and reversed instantly.

The young man stood on the long sword, bowed to the old man, and said in a deep voice: "Master, the Hero Soul Monument has been suppressed."

Hearing this, the old man frowned slightly and said slowly: "It's good to suppress it. In the Battle of Zhuolu, the emperor defeated Chiyou and took Shennong to replace him. He couldn't bear to see the heroic souls in the war, and from then on, he would be wiped out and eliminated between heaven and earth, so that he could secretly erect the heroic souls of the world to gather the heroic souls of the descendants of Yan and Huang, and he could use the space of the heroic souls to achieve success in cultivation and become immortals."

"I don't expect that someone secretly broke the confinement and released these heroic souls secretly. Fortunately, we discovered it in time, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable."

"Master, the Hero Soul Monument has been suppressed, but more than ten heroic souls have left. Hong Feimiao is not able to find out. During his lifetime, all of these heroic souls were powerful and powerful figures. The disciples were ignorant and did not know what to do next. I would like to ask for advice from Master." The young man looked ashamed, but he had to bow and ask for advice.

The old man with a long hair and a young face stroked his long white beard and sighed: "This is a disaster. When the great disaster comes, there will be people who will respond to the disaster. It is not something you and your teacher can intervene."

"However, you don't have to worry about the more than ten escaped heroic souls. Your master has secretly used methods to send them into a chaotic world in history and space."

"This is a magic weapon refined by the teacher. If you put it into the world, you should consider it a gift from me to those who are in danger. After all, we are dereliction of duty first, so how can we not ignore it?" The old man said, while handing out a book that looked a bit old but looked quaint.

"Yes, Master." The young man took a book handed over by the old man with both hands.
Chapter completed!