Zishan, which studies the forbidden art of life and death, is the most mysterious forbidden area among the holy mountains in the West.

The entire Zishan Mountain is shrouded in the misty mountains and mist, covering the formation, which is difficult for ordinary people to find. There are only a few disciples of Zishan. They do not interfere in the world, do not walk on earth, east, west, south, north and north. Even the Shushan, which is famous for its low-key, has countless connections with the world, but Zishan does not.

The royal family's power struggles, mutual hunting in the northern border, and intrigues of the holy mountains have nothing to do with Zishan. The territory of Zishan is extremely small, and in terms of the vastness of the area, it is completely incomparable to other holy mountains.

But Zishan is considered to be the most likely to hide the sleeping immortal holy mountain among the four realms.

If such a holy mountain had no means of fighting, no robbery, no matter how to talk about it, such a holy mountain would have been suppressed by the ambitious holy mountain and swallowed into its stomach.

Zishan's life and death forbidden art is the best in the world. It can be found by great practitioners, but if the will of the great figure of Zishan is not allowed to break into Zishan, it will only be a word of death.

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The identity of the Lord of Zishan Mountain is very mysterious. This holy mountain has not been in the world for nearly a century. It is said that the Lord of Zishan has never found a disciple whom hesitates before. There is also a saying that the Lord of Zishan Mountain is close to the limit and is hesitant before the step of Nirvana in life and death.

The more I study the life-and-death forbidden technique, the more I know how terrifying that step contains.

The eight hundred miles of mountain condensed by purple air is among the real mountain gate.

The starry light flowed over Qianshou's head, and she walked forward with her hands behind her. The majestic starry light led the group behind her to step into Zishan. The life and death restrictions on Zishan were not activated, and the entire holy mountain was silent.

Xu Zang's face turned pale. The injuries in his body were suppressed by Qianshou's Xinghui, and his blood would not explode in his body. However, the sword energy continued to overflow, and the sleeves would be torn out from time to time.

After the man returned to his back, half of his body was still on Ning Yi's shoulder, but he could walk by himself. The starlight of Thousand Hands was gently pushing it behind his back. The road was not slow, and the mountains, rocks, plants and trees were passing by.

Ning Yi was clenched by Pei Fan in one hand.

The girl didn't say anything, with Lord Qianshou in front of her, even if Zishan's ban was activated, it would not cause harm to everyone.

The Master of Zishan must have had insight into everything, but did not choose to stop it, but let it go.

A faint sound rang on the Zishan Trail.

"Xu Zang."

The sound fell on the path, and the echo spread, sounding hoarse and old.

Ning Yi's pupils contracted slightly.

Is the owner of Zishan also a woman?

The Lord of Zishan Mountain's tone was calm and indifferent, and continued, "My only disciple I accepted died for you ten years ago. All the holy mountains in the four realms came to find trouble for Zishan. Now, are you not willing to give her a peace?"

This sound sounded in the purple mountain, with ape frightened birds flying, crows flapping their wings, and black fog and purple smoke.

The owner of Zishan was waiting for Xu Zang's answer.

Xu Zang whispered: "I killed Fu Haixingjun and the mountain master of Xiao Wuliang Mountain."

The Lord of Zishan Mountain was silent for a while.

"The Little Wuliang Mountain has been destroyed. The next dynasty meeting should remove Xiao Wuliang Mountain from the holy mountain." Xu Zang paused and said, "As for the price I paid, you should be able to see."

"Before sunrise," Xu Zang said: "I want to see her tomb."

The entire purple mountain swayed slightly in Xu Zang's words.

The Lord of Zishan Mountain chuckled softly, with a hint of indescribable meaning in his laughter.

She did not refuse or agree, but on both sides of the path, countless sword and sword energy rolled out, transforming into a sturdy force. At this moment, it was like thousands of magic weapons suddenly shot out-

Qianshou's face was expressionless, and he stomped his feet gently. A huge star giant appeared above his head. Qianshou's hands and thousands of arms were about to take off the sword weapons all over the sky one by one.

Xu Zang stretched out a hand and stopped his senior sister.

Among the four realms, the Star Lord's realm, Thousand Hands is the strongest level. Her practice and perception ability are the best in the four realms. Her starlight is majestic and vast, and she can control Thousand Hands against enemies. Her soul sea is perfect.

Zishan’s life and death ban really can’t stop Qianshou.

After Xu Zang stopped Qianshou, he said softly: "Senior doesn't believe it... I will be ugly."

Xu Zang, whose starlight and sword energy were exhausted, held Ning Yi's shoulder and pulled out the fine snow with one hand, pointing to the starry sky all over the sky-

The wind and snow are shaking, and the sword energy pierces the night.

When a sword was pointed out, the light suddenly blew away, like the sword stabbed into the eyebrows of the Lord of Xiao Wuliang Mountain.

There is no realm.

There is no starlight.

There is nothing, just an ordinary sword.

A sword of the dying man.

Ning Yi's pupils contracted again. He remembered all the trajectories of this sword, but he could not figure out why this ordinary sword could pierce all restrictions and reach the depths of the soul of the sword killing essence?

The paths on both sides of Zishan Mountain contain countless secrets of life and death. After Xu Zang stabbed out with a sword, it exploded and gravel shot into the mountain wall, splashing out dense pits, with great power as big as a sharp arrow.

The magic image of the Thousand Hands Star Lord covers the girl, the smoke of gunpowder dissipates, and Zishan returns to death.

The Lord of Zishan Mountain seemed to see an incredible scene in the sword that Xu Zang had just handed out, and whispered softly and stopped talking.

A man who can deliver such a sword does have the ability to kill Fu Haixingjun.

The Lord of Zishan Mountain seemed to be thinking about something, no longer speaking or taking action to stop him.

So Xu Zang put half of his body on Ning Yi's shoulder, smiled, and signaled Ning Yi to continue moving forward.

The mountain changed from steepness to soothing, and finally there was an entrance to a cave heaven. Xu Zang stopped, and he gently patted Ning Yi on the shoulder, signaling the boy not to help him anymore.

Ning Yi squatted carefully, let go of Xu Zang, and supported the man until he stood firm, and then straightened his back.

Xu Zang said softly: "Girl."

Pei Fu was stunned and arrived in front of Xu Zang.

Xu Zang whispered: "Your father has left you something very important... Now I will hand it over to you, you must keep it well."

Pei Fan pursed his lips, looked at Xu Zang stretching out a finger, and gently tapped it in his eyebrows.

The man's fingers and blood scab condensed. When they were gently placed between Pei Fan's eyebrows, the blood scab cracked and the sticky blood was squeezed out like a hot bead. Pei Fan's eyebrows were slightly burned and disappeared in the blink of an eye. It was not painful. But there was a light red date mark on the fingers, which gradually faded until it finally returned to a fair color that was the same as the skin color.

"Master Pei Min's sword sect..." Qianshou frowned and stared at Xu Zang and said, "He gave the sword to you, didn't use it in the battle of Tiandu?"

Ning Yi frowned slightly from the side. He didn't know what "Sword Zang" was, but he probably understood that this was a very important thing. Pei Fan's father Pei Min did not bring "Sword Zang" when he was besieged.

Xu Zang chuckled softly and said, "You and I know Pei Min's cultivation level. Even in the battle of Tiandu, the Lord of the Holy Mountain, who was a vassal of the royal family, came, and his opponent was only the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty. Whether to use the "Sword Cang" will not affect the final outcome... Leaving it to the girl is a lasting wish."

Pei Fan covered her eyebrows and was at a loss. She raised her head and was gently patted by Xu Zang. The man squatted down and pinched the girl's face with both hands, and said with difficulty: "You are right. Your father doesn't want to see you learn the sword technique of killing people from me. Pei Min hopes that you will live a happier life and stay away from the battles of the Great Sui Dynasty...be an ordinary person."

"After I leave... you must take good care of yourself."

Xu Zang smiled gently in a rare and gentle smile.

The girl felt a slight sensation in her throat. She looked at Xu Zang with red eyes, unable to say a word.

"Don't let yourself regret... girl."

After Xu Zang finished speaking, he turned around. He looked at Ning Yi standing beside him, and smiled gently, "So too."

Ning Yi felt a deep sense of powerlessness for the first time in his life.

He wanted to stop something, Xu Zang's departure and death... but found that he could not do anything. Ning Yi, who was standing in front of the Zishan Cave Heaven, was actually no different from the young man in front of the Xiling Temple a few months ago.

Xu Zang was right. The creatures standing on the ground, whether humans or flying ants, are essentially the same. From birth to death, when they stop breathing, all the sadness and joy they have experienced will become illusory flying sand.

The wind blows the sand and dissipates as soon as it blows.

If you can't hold it together, you can't keep it. Death comes as promised, and people can only accept it and face it.

Xu Zang was holding the snow in the snow, like an old man in his twilight years, struggling every step, but never looking back.

Just walked into the cave heaven of Zishan.

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In the cave, there is an empty grassland.

The grass sways, and the sword energy swirls.

Xu Zang, who was walking forward with a sword, saw a huge grass in front of him.

A tombstone stands on the lawn.

He came to the monument, unloaded the fine snow, inserted it on the grass, then slowly squatted down, sat cross-legged in front of the monument, with gray hair constantly rising and falling in the wind.

Xu Zang looked at the small characters on the stone tablet.

The increasingly strong sense of nirvana on his body was finally transmitted to the sea of ​​souls. The rotation of the soul lake began to slow down. The picture in the man's mind was no longer smooth, but stopped frame by frame.

Life is like a sudden look, you can't stop, you can only remember it.

A woman in a red robe came behind him.

The man asked softly, "Do you regret it?"

Xu Zang did not answer this question.

Ten years ago, on the night of the Tiandu bloody incident, Xu Zang's master and love were besieged at the same time, and he chose to rescue the descendants of the Pei family first.

So this monument from Zishan was found.

In the sob autumn, the first snow fell over the purple mountain.

Falling on Xu Zang's sideburns.

The man smiled and closed his eyes.

The Lord of Zishan Mountain looked calm and put one hand on his head.

The big sleeves are swaying, and the hair is swaying.

Xu Zang kept this move and never moved again.
Chapter completed!