Outside the ancient forbidden land, the Bird's Nest Mountain is secluded. Except for the distant mountain peaks in front of which the faint sound of fighting and screaming can be heard, there is no other noise. There is a gentle mountain breeze blowing gently from afar, and the entire mountain is lush and swaying together, as if it were not a scene from the mortal world.

  Under the four majestic characters of Xuan Yue Dong Fu, the ancient stone wall outside the cave seemed to have peeled off a lot, as if recording the endless years quietly flowing by. At this moment, the mountain wilderness also seemed to be silent, watching two men standing silently facing each other.

  How many years have quietly passed by, and when looking back, how many old friends are left?

  Lin Jingyu remained silent, but the expression on his face changed dramatically, only his eyes never left Gui Lian's figure. The man standing quietly in front of him, was he really Zhang Xiaofan from back then?

  He finally spoke up, his voice low and slightly hoarse, saying: "Why do you want to kill him? He's just an old man in the twilight of his years?"

  The muscles on Gui Lie's face seemed to twitch, and he looked up at Lin Jingyu, that childhood playmate. His face had a faintly visible green vein throbbing, and it was clear that he was exerting great effort to control his emotions. Yet, such an overbearing expression seemed to be his innate nature.

  It was as if he had been familiar with it since childhood. Now, he stands there in broad daylight, questioning himself...

  Deep in the dense forest, as if there was still a pair of gloomy eyes, coldly staring at the silhouettes of the two men.

  The ghost stared at him for a long time and slowly said: "He blocked my way."

  Lin Jingyu hummed a sound, and then he raised his head to look at the sky, taking deep breaths, as if he was telling himself something deeply. After a moment, when he turned back, he had an indifferent expression.

  He gazed deeply at Gui Lie, looking at this face that was once so familiar but now seemed so strange, and said coldly: "From the time of the disaster in Cao Miao Village, when only the two of us survived, I have always considered you to be my brother, did you know that?"

  The ghost's mouth twitched slightly, and he slowly nodded his head.

  Lin Jingyu stared at him and said, "In my heart, I always thought that we were the closest people, so even if you betrayed Qingyun ten years ago, I still held onto hope, hoping that one day you would return to the right path." For the first time, a dismal expression appeared on his face, but amidst this disappointment, there was still a hint of hatred. He coldly sneered, "But I was wrong after all. I should have understood earlier that you are no longer the best brother Zhang Xiaofan from back then. You are now a ruthless and cunning demon of the Demonic Sect."

  He smiled wretchedly, his expression even more determined, but only the sound of "hōng lóng" dragon chant was heard. The blue light surged, and the "Dragon-Slaying Sword" burst out of its scabbard. The sword energy was like a raging dragon, surging and churning, as if it wanted to devour people. It was reflected on Lin Xingyu's young but angry face, which seemed somewhat ferocious.

  "Our past affection is now severed by a single stroke of the sword!"

  A sharp remark, like a cut nail, was followed by a flash of green sword light, tearing through the silence and sweeping across the hard stone slabs on the ground, rumbling loudly for a long time before subsiding. After the dust settled, what remained was a deep gash on the stone slab that stood between two people.

  The fierce expression on his face suddenly changed, and even his body trembled slightly for some reason. He stared intently at the deep mark on the ground, and a hint of pain that he could not hide appeared on his face for the first time.

  That sword scar was so deep, inlaid on the hard stone, and could no longer be erased. He stared at the mark to the point where he even neglected Lin Jingyu's words.

  Deep sword scars, when did they become familiar?

  It seems that at some point, there was someone cherished in his heart, but he broke off the relationship and severed all ties with such decisiveness!

  Deep scars, deep scars, cut through the stone slabs underfoot, severed the worldly affections, hurt, yet whose heart is it?

  It was as if he couldn't breathe, and Gui Li's uncontrollable heavy panting began, even his body started to tremble out of control. But the next moment, he controlled himself again. The excited expression flashed across his face and never appeared again. He slowly lowered his head, unknown to others, quietly gritting his teeth.

  Then he raised his head and stared at Lin Jingyu for a long time, clenching his fists tightly, even digging deep into the flesh.

  But he smiled on his face.

  Lin Jingyu's anger grew, and he said, "What are you laughing at?"

  The ghost stared at him for a long time, then said in a low voice, "Do you know the way back?" He suddenly burst out laughing loudly, his laughter eerie and shrill. "I am lost on my journey," he said, "I have been searching for the road but can't find it. But what is the right path? Is it your path?"

  Lin Jingyu said sternly: "That's right, the righteous path is the correct road. If you abandon the righteous path, then you will fall into a state of confusion."

  "Pshaw!"

  Lin Jingyu's body shook slightly, and he was stunned.

  The ghost's face turned pale, he looked up at the sky and spat out in anger: "Who said that the right path is the right road? Are you saying it? Even if what you say is true, why should your Qingyun be considered the right path?"

  Lin Jingyu's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, his face revealing a murderous intent, coldly saying: "Since we have already broken off all relations, why must you speak more!"

  The ghost's eyes turned cold and he stared at him, saying: "You want to kill me?"

  "The old man who died at your hands has been teaching me with all his heart for the past ten years, treating me like a son, and his kindness is as heavy as a mountain. He died at your hands, and you still refuse to repent. I will rid the people of harm and avenge him."

  The demon let out a cold laugh and said: "This world is full of wolves, it doesn't really mean anything, but my heart's desire has not been fulfilled, I definitely cannot die."

  Lin Jingyu burst out laughing, full of disdain, the Dragon Slayer sword flashed brightly as he coldly said: "Less nonsense, the grudges between us over these past decade or so, let's settle them today!"

  The ghost let out a low hum, and a faint blue light appeared in his right hand. The fire poker from that year flashed with a mysterious black glow, flying quietly into the air.

  Birds chirp softly, the mountain is even more secluded, the mountains are lush and green, the clear wind blows gently, under the endless blue sky, in front of the ancient cave that has stood for thousands of years, two childhood friends stand facing each other coldly, about to engage in a life-and-death struggle.

  It was at this time that a low, muffled rumble suddenly came from the "Fantasy Moon Cave Mansion" behind them, and the surrounding area began to tremble slightly. The two of them changed color in an instant. Before they could react, a purple gas flashed across the thousand-year-old cave mansion, and in the blink of an eye, the purple gas rose and enveloped the cave, with clouds and mist surging forward. Amidst this, a thunderous sound rang out, and the purple gas shot up like a pillar, its momentum boundless, and it pierced through the clouds and went straight into the sky.

  Only two men were left standing before this wonder of the universe, now looking very small. Their collars fluttered in the wind as they stood there, coldly facing each other once again.

  The wind is rustling gently.

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  The peak of Tongtian, solemn and majestic, not only the righteous path here is silent, even the black beasts in front seem to have felt something, and quietly fell silent, silently raised their heads, looking up at the sky.

  Standing on the giant skull of a white-boned monster, the beast god's bright silk clothes fluttered gently in the wind. His face looked like that of a young man, but his eyes held a gaze that had experienced countless storms and hardships, also gazing up at the gradually materializing grand sword array in the sky.

  Majestic purple energy, first rising from the back of Tongtian Peak in Qingyun Mountain, its speed like lightning, its momentum unmatched, rushing to the sky, like a giant purple pillar supporting the heavens and standing on the earth. But only the purple energy was seen surging and flowing, bursting into the air and finally landing on that ancient sword-like object that seemed to be made of stone but wasn't.

  The next moment, the ancient sword of exterminating immortals shone brightly. Even from a great distance, countless human lives could feel that in the high sky above, something seemed to have been stirred up by the ancient sword, slowly awakening from its long slumber.

  The sword of the ancient immortal slayer shone brightly above, illuminating the face of Dao Xuan True Man.

  He wore a dark green Taoist robe that fluttered without wind, making a rustling sound. His right hand held a sword, his face stern and solemn. His left hand tightly grasped the sword hilt. A low voice echoed through the air, like a Buddhist chant or an alien incantation, lingering in the distance. Suddenly, his left hand moved, swinging the sword hilt upwards, stabbing towards the sky. Almost simultaneously, six-colored lights burst forth from the other six peaks of the Qingyun Mountain range, like a long rainbow piercing through the sky, breaking through the air and leaving behind a long trail on the celestial vault, ultimately falling onto the ancient sword that slew immortals.

  In an instant, the Exterminating Immortal Sword was engulfed by dazzling brilliance, like a sunrise descending into the mortal world, impossible to gaze at directly. Radiant light burst forth from the ancient sword, instantly dispersing the dark energy that had been swirling at one end of the sky, leaving no trace behind.

  In the midst of intense light, the seven-colored lights merged into one, rising up in a dazzling white glow. In the sky, it transformed into a gigantic seven-colored sword, radiating brilliant colors and shimmering with rainbow light. Thereafter, the massive colored main sword began to gradually grow larger under the continuous infusion of spiritual energy from the Seven Veins Mountain Peak. As it grew larger, it slowly separated into smaller single-colored energy swords of various hues, increasing in number, densely filling the sky.

  On the ground, a burst of cheers erupted from the crowd watching the road, countless young disciples, regardless of whether they were under Qingyun or not, showed reverence and worship on their faces, looking up at the magnificent sword array in the sky that was like a myth.

  Many people who experienced the turmoil of ten years ago are also feeling quite complex at this moment, some are delighted, while others remain silent.

  Among the crowd, amidst the young disciples who were smiling and laughing around her, Lu Xueqi silently looked up at the magnificent and majestic sword array of Exterminating Immortals, with its rays of light illuminating everything, even reflecting down from the sky to envelop everyone, including herself, and lighting up her face. However, on her serene and beautiful face, there was no expression whatsoever, only a pair of bright eyes that reflected the seven-colored lights, flickering with an unusual emotion, yet ultimately, no one could see into her innermost heart.

  Ten years have passed, and it has quietly slipped away without anyone noticing. Who still remembers the sound of that young man's desperate cry on top of Qingyun Mountain? Who still remembers that young man who fell into despair?

  Lu Xueqi's body trembled slightly, as if she had suddenly thought of something unbearable that made her change color, even the expression on her face turned gloomy. Subconsciously, she gripped the Tianyue divine sword in her hand even tighter.

  Sword shadows filled the sky, growing denser and denser, infinite brilliant light, covering the entire sky.

  In the pupils of the beast god's eyes, the infinite sword shadows of the entire sky were reflected. After looking for a while, he nodded and said with a solemn expression: "Indeed, it is the ghostly craftsmanship of the gods. I didn't expect that in the Central Plains, there would be such an extraordinary person who could gather the spiritual energy of the mountains and create this unparalleled sword array. It's truly remarkable!"

  He applauded and exclaimed: "Great!" three times in a row!

  "Awesome!"

  "Awesome!"

  He spoke with such praise, but his face showed no fear or intimidation, or rather, who knows if a creature like him, seemingly human yet not quite, was even capable of feeling fear?

  In the midst of the storm, a gigantic white bony creature let out a low growl and slowly rose into the air, standing upright and facing forward. It was staring straight at the Water Qilin with its teeth bared and claws extended, as well as Dao Xuan True Person who stood on the Water Qilin's back.

  The fierce wind has passed, and the sky is calm!

  The hubbub of the crowd and the monsters below their feet seemed to have suddenly become distant, with only two people standing face to face in confrontation. The sky was vast, yet it seemed narrow, as if it couldn't accommodate two people.

  Two people look at each other.

  Dào Xuán Zhēnrén said coldly, "Under the Immortal Slaying Sword, evil spirits and demons have never escaped alive. If you are clever, then surrender now and spend the rest of your life secluded in Qingyun Mountain, and I will spare your life."

  The Beast God was taken aback, then lost his smile, and unexpectedly didn't respond, only slightly shaking his head, with a hint of mockery still on his face. Dao Xuan True Person saw this and didn't say another word, taking a deep breath, his right hand tightly grasping the Exterminating Immortal Sword, his left hand suddenly making a gesture, amidst the chaotic sword energy filling the sky, an orange-colored sword energy suddenly broke away from the Exterminating Immortal Sword formation, emitting a piercing whistle as it shot towards the Beast God.

  The beast god's face was indifferent, but a pair of eyes stared tightly at the flying sword that shot over, and in the blink of an eye, the orange small sword flew to within a zhang (about 3.3 meters) in front of him. The beast god suddenly raised his left hand, with five fingers flat and open towards the direction of the incoming flying sword.

  In mid-air, a black aura suddenly emerged out of thin air, within a few feet in front of the Beast God. In an instant, it condensed into a black shield wall with its top narrower than its bottom, rigidly blocking the orange small sword's path.

  A moment later, the orange energy sword collided with the black shield!

  In the space between heaven and earth, at that moment, it was still quiet.

  "Rumble!"

  Then, like the rising sun jumping out of the water, the sky and earth suddenly thundered, a huge roar burst out in an instant, as if thunder was rumbling, and in the black air and orange light, there were even several flashes of lightning flashing a few times before slowly disappearing.

  These two things were originally intangible and formless, yet they collided with each other like the hardest treasures in the world, and the entire sky was shrouded in a massive roar.

  Invisible sound waves, with the strong wind passing by, on the top of Qingyun Mountain, everyone's ears were buzzing with strange noises, and their faces lost color. Although many people knew that these two were extremely powerful figures in the Taoist world, as soon as they clashed, what seemed like a normal probing attack turned out to be incredibly powerful, far beyond anyone's expectations. At the same time, the final outcome of this battle was even more impossible to predict.

  Some people have already vaguely thought that after this disaster, under such intense fighting, the Qingyun Mountain will become what kind of appearance again.

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  In mid-air, Dao Xuan True Person and Beast God gazed at each other, both with expressionless faces, unable to discern any hint of surprise or astonishment. Under the dazzling colorful energy swords that filled the sky, a ball of dark energy surrounded Beast God, making it particularly eye-catching.

  After a while, Daoxuan Zhenren seemed to hum lightly and raised his left hand, the sword gesture was drawn, the Taoist robe flew and danced, reflecting the ancient sword that was shining brightly beside him. Suddenly, in the vast expanse of the sky, a strong wind suddenly rose, and the sword shadows filled the sky. It seemed that half of the horizon was shaking violently in an instant. For a moment, the sky was flowing with strange colors, dazzling to the extreme, and it was almost impossible to look directly at it.

  The beast god's face changed, and he stared at each other. Indeed, in just a moment, from the back of Dao Xuan Zhenren, dozens of colorful gas swords had turned around, trembling in mid-air, aiming at the beast god. The icy cold air surged in an instant, and soon, half of the gas swords in the air, looking around, didn't know how many, seemed to be manipulated by an invisible force, slowly turning their heads.

  Between heaven and earth, a solemn and murderous atmosphere. But before anyone could be amazed, the ancient sword in Daoxuan's hand had already burst out with a strange aura, like a raging tide bursting forth, crashing against the shore. In the midst of the sword array, over a hundred single-colored energy swords merged into a gigantic sword rain, each one seven zhang long and wide, thunderously falling down.

  The sky was filled with the sound of breaking through the air, and the whistling sound echoed throughout the heavens. The beast god looked at the sword rain that covered the sky and earth, let out a loud roar, and the giant evil spirit monster under his feet let out a long howl in unison, the sound was mournful to the extreme. He saw him open and close his hands, move his body, and his movements were clumsy, even from afar, somehow the strange and desolate song echoed simultaneously in the ears of everyone on Tongtian Peak.

  That singing voice is vastly different from the Central Plains, majestic and powerful, like a giant beast in the wilderness on a stormy night, howling towards the sky with an endless sigh. As the low and ancient sound rises, accompanied by the faint clanging of drums and strange noises, the dark energy around the Beast God suddenly surges up, as black as ink, rapidly flowing in the strong wind, like a black dragon baring its teeth and claws, dominating the world.