Half a day later.

Su Xuan came to Fire Fairy Lingyuan.

The vastness of this place is countless times more terrifying than what Su Xuan saw back then.

Faintly, Su Xuan could see green phoenixes, white phoenixes, black birds, and ancient luan flying in the sky.

The vision is natural! This Fire Immortal Lingyuan is obviously more than just an earth sect.

soon.

The black bird flies into the sky.

Seeing Su Xuan, Xuanniao's eyes suddenly showed uncontrollable shock.

The battle in the South...she obviously already knew about it.

"Are you looking for Qingfeng? I'll call her."

Xuanniao took a deep breath and said.

She is a holy beast, but some people are destined to be amazing and talented, and deserve her respect.

"No, Dafeng knows I'm coming and wants to pester me again."

Su Xuan stopped with a chuckle.

"Then you're here?"

Xuanniao was suspicious.

"Lend you a drop of the blood of the holy beast."

Su Xuandao.

Xuanniao was startled and fell silent for a moment.

But soon, a drop of blood containing a miniature version of the black bird flew from the black bird's body to Su Xuan.

"You gave it to me so easily?"

Su Xuan was surprised.

"Qingfeng has become the Holy Beast of Luck, and I haven't thanked you for this.

Also, you are worthy of my investment."

Xuanniiao said simply.

Su Xuan was startled, then chuckled and put away the black bird essence and blood, saying: "I will remember this love."

He wants the essence and blood of the black bird for Jingwei.

Su Xuan must go all out to overcome the catastrophe of Fuyinmai this time.

"What are you going to do next?"

Xuanniao asked.

"Of course it's a desperate fight."

Su Xuan said bluntly.

"I wish you success."

Xuanniao looked solemn: "The Pure Land is invincible, but I am immortal and have room for resistance."

"I'd like to lend you some good words."

Su Xuan chuckled, waved and left.

Xuanniao looked at it from a distance, his expression becoming more and more stunning.

Next, Su Xuan will go to Shanhe Sword Sect.

He was going to go there and have a look.

But we haven't gone very far yet.

"Su Xuan..." Liu Hanyan ran over panting.

"how?"

Su Xuan turned his head.

Liu Hanyan exhaled and his breath became calmer, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say.

Su Xuan looked at her and suddenly smiled: "Are you worried about me?"

"No one is worried about you!"

Liu Hanyan subconsciously retorted, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she laughed first.

"Don't worry, good people don't live long and disasters will last for thousands of years. I am determined to survive."

Su Xuandao.

Liu Hanyan pursed her lips.

"Nothing to say?

Then I have to go, time is precious."

Su Xuan smiled and turned his head after finishing speaking.

Liu Hanyan shuddered, watching Su Xuan's figure walking further and further away, and finally couldn't help shouting: "You must live."

"certainly."

Su Xuan responded.

"Su Xuan, promise me to go back to the Lingzong area to have a look together in the future!"

Liu Hanyan shouted again.

In the distance, Su Xuan waved his hand freely.

Liu Hanyan looked at it, her eyes turning red inexplicably.

It has been hundreds of years since I left the Lingzong area, and my memories of my hometown are all blurry.

Liu Hanyan felt that that place had probably changed a long time ago.

But she knew that as long as Su Xuan was still there, she would still have nostalgia and longing for her homeland.

Because they come from the same place.

Liu Hanyan still remembers that Su Xuan called her senior sister when she was young.

...Jianzong has mountains and rivers, and mountains and rivers gather bitter cold.

The prosperity of the past is no longer there.

The Shanhe Sword Sect has returned to its original bitter cold.

But it is precisely because of this that this place has become the most perfect place for practice in the eyes of those swordsmen who have sincere beliefs in the way of swordsmanship.

Back then, during the battle between Jian Zong, the mountains and rivers were shattered, and prosperity collapsed.

One by one, the Sword Sect monks who believed in Kuhan stood up again.

With the cold wind and suffering as their companions, they began to rebuild the Sword Sect.

However, they never feel bitter because of it, but instead enjoy the bitterness.

And those who couldn't bear the suffering had already left the Sword Sect.

"I'm telling you, when I perfect my swordsmanship, the entire Eastern Wasteland will tremble under my feet!"

A young man held up a wooden sword and shouted arrogantly.

"Shh!"

"I just know how to brag!"

"No matter how strong you are, can you be better than the sect master, the ancestors, and Mr. Mu?"

A group of teenagers were practicing sword practice and shouting.

The young man is not upset, his eyes are as pure as glass beads.

He smiled and said: "Don't believe it, I have already mastered swordsmanship!"

Said.

He held the sword and turned around, and a gust of sword wind spread out, creating a sense of warmth in the bitter cold.

"Wow, it's so warm..." All the teenagers laughed.

Only then did the young man get angry: "Warm your ass, this is the sword wind, you should feel the pain!"

"Uu uh uh..." The teenagers laughed and thought more.

In the cold wind, they never complained about being tired, and all of them had bright and positive eyes.
To be continued...