I am a sword fairy in the age of doom

Chapter 130 Snow Mountain Rusty Sword
"Fan Tian? I...Is my name Fan Tian?"

Fan Tian's ray of true spirit was still in a daze, and he seemed to have forgotten who he was, but after a while, he finally remembered.

"That's right, Fan Tian is me. This name has been around for a long time, and no one has mentioned it for a long time. I myself have forgotten it. You are..."

"Li Xin, the Supreme Elder of the Divine Sword Sect, Li Xin."

Jiang Mu communicated patiently, Fan Tian used to be an old monster who turned into a god, and he is like this, others can't imagine.

"Li Xin?"

Fan Tian's true spirit fell into long thinking again, and just when Jiang Mu almost thought he couldn't remember, he finally spoke.

"Li Xin, Junior Martial Uncle? No, no... I have two Junior Martial Uncles. One is real and the other is fake. Which one is you?"

"Don't worry about who I am, let me ask you, how did you become like this? Hiding in the clay sculpture, the true spirit will be blinded by the power of incense."

"I... Clay sculpture? Am I dead? I am dead, yes, and then I was canonized as a true monarch. The imperial court built the Zhenjun temple here, and asked me to protect one side."

Fan Tian's true spirit finally remembered more, but it may also be that these memories are more recent.

"So how long has the time passed? When the end of the Dharma arrives."

"The end of the law? Time? I don't understand what you are talking about, oh, the end of the law, the end of the law, I remembered, little uncle, Li Xin, you escaped from the devil's prison mountain, it was the trick of the demon, we were fooled , the more severe Dharma is coming, you, you, me, me, like a mountain of iron, like a mountain of iron, soaring up, soaring up in front of our eyes."

Fan Tian's true spirit suddenly wailed loudly, and he finally remembered.

When Jiang Mu heard the words, he didn't know what to say, and he didn't even dare to speak provocatively. Fan Tian's true spirit was very unstable and seemed to be annihilated.

After a long time, Fan Tian's true spirit seemed to become more sober, and even transformed into a faint outline, like a person in the fog.

"Little uncle, you are not the one who escaped from the Devil Prison Mountain, you are Jiang Mu of the Floating Cloud Sect, a fake."

"Yes, I'm a fake, I'm Jiang Mu." Jiang Mu admitted, and it was rare for Fan Tian to wake up suddenly.

There was a knowing smile on Fan Tian's profile, as if he had solved countless years of knots in his heart.

"It's been too long, you're still alive, it's hard to imagine that after the Second Dharma Decree, Fuyun Dao Palace took only ten years to unify Nanzhou, and then, and then, it's been too long, this world has been shrinking, shrinking, and finally A hundred years later, it turned into a ball. At that time, I was already dying, but for some reason, my dry spiritual sense suddenly became nourished, so I took advantage of my physical body and only took one month to turn it into a ball. Spirituality restored."

"However, this divine sense is no longer that divine sense. Of course, it doesn't matter anymore. The world has become smaller, but the former nine states and ten lands are still in use. Fuyun Taoist Palace will eventually rule the world, but soon the dynasty will change. Gods, incense and gods, ghosts of the underworld, and mountain and wild monsters compete for splendor, as if the glory of the world of cultivating immortals has reappeared, but I know that it is far from the same thing..."

"I rebuilt Shenjianmen, and later changed its name to Shenyinmen, but dynasties changed, wind and rain vicissitudes, I accidentally got involved in it, was surrounded by tens of thousands of legions with a bloody array, rushed from left to right and couldn't escape, and was finally defeated by the fate of the country." Annihilate the Yang God."

"As time goes by, a disciple of the younger generation entered the world when the dynasty changed again, and helped a potential dragon to sit on the top of the country and was canonized by the national fortune. I was also honored as a true monarch because of this, and I have been receiving incense in this temple of the true monarch. To this day."

"As for your disciple Fuyun, you are much better than me. Although they died when the dynasties changed, they opened up a land in the underworld, and they are very happy... I remembered everything about this great way, this pursuit of longevity. Humans are wrong!"

Before the words fell, the form transformed by Fan Tian's true spirit became even weaker. He bowed to Jiang Mu, and then dispersed, completely disappearing between heaven and earth.

Jiang Mu was stunned for a long time, then dissipated the cloudy incense power in his mind, and drifted away. As for Fan Tian's clay sculpture of Zhenjun, it suddenly cracked.

The people who visited the worship dispersed in panic, and soon took the matter as a topic of conversation. On the contrary, the temple wished very calmly and reported it to the government. A few days later, the government reported it, and after a while, a new clay sculpture was erected, but it was called Xu Zhenjun Temple.

Jiang Mu continued to drift north. The villages and towns he saw along the way were much denser than he remembered, but most of them were newly built cities. The road is visible.

Even the Qin River was renamed Jiuhe.

Where Fuyun Mountain is located, it has become a huge city with millions of people living in it, and it is the imperial capital of the current dynasty.

On Fuyun Mountain, the place where Jiang Mu used to practice has become a group of royal palaces.

Then, he saw the Wanmin Cauldron he left behind back then. It turned out to be very huge, with a height of more than ten feet, standing in front of the palace hall. Did not enter the earth.

Also here, feeling the mighty national fortune, Jiang Mu finally found a little threatened look on this big ball, quite kindly, his spirit finally had a sense of presence.

"This is the era described in the second promise of the ancient immortal. The emperor of the world, the fate of the country is shrouded, the gods and ghosts retreat, and the monsters do not invade. The fate of the country suppresses the world. This should be the ultimate."

Jiang Mu controlled the divine will, and looked from afar. Although the Wanmin Cauldron was built by him with divine iron, the national destiny inside had changed so many times that it would no longer be under his control. There was nothing on it that had anything to do with him. imprint.

Waiting and watching for a while, Jiang Mu wanted to leave. He didn't have any other thoughts, and he was emotional, but as long as the world is happy, whoever will be the emperor of this world is the same, and he has never seen any suspicious people in his journey. It seems that the thing under the Demon Prison Mountain has not returned to the human world for a long time.

With a flash of divine intent, he continued to drift into the distance without a sound, but maybe he was getting closer to the imperial capital of that dynasty. Suddenly, a sky-shattering roar resounded from the top of the imperial capital. There are thousands of feet, holding giant swords in both hands, and glaring at each other, as if Jiang Mu stole their chicken.

This roar cannot be heard by mortals, nor can it be seen by illusions. It is obviously some kind of method based on the fate of the country.

Jiang Mu was really taken aback. He didn't know why. He didn't plan to go to the city. What are you doing?
Seeing the phantoms of these golden-armored gods always yelling in place, but dare not take a step forward, is it because they have short legs?

So Jiang Mu moved forward very considerately, but the group of golden-armored gods took a big step back in unison, still shouting and shouting.

uninteresting.

Jiang Mu's spirit drifted away, and the golden-armored god-man on the imperial capital of the dynasty also quickly dissipated.

As if nothing happened.

From Fuyun Mountain to the north, it should be Heishi County, but here there is no trace of the past, let alone the former Broken Dragon Mountain.

Jiang Mu only found a palm-sized mountain range with a radius of several thousand miles. To the southwest was the former Moyao Mountain. This mountain is still there, and there are basically no people within a thousand miles around.

Jiang Mu manipulated his mind to float above the Devil Prison Mountain. After waiting for a long time, he didn't find anything wrong. The thing below was suppressed to death, and there was no possibility of escape.

"I should have thought too much. Since the ancient immortal could prepare the fourth fairy talisman, how could he allow that thing to escape? It couldn't escape, and all its troubles were probably nothing more than troubles."

"Even without me, this world will become what it is now sooner or later."

"I came back from rebirth, and what changed in the end was only myself."

With a long sigh, Jiang Mu's spirit fell silently. When he passed a small snow mountain, he accidentally found a simple stone temple on the top of the mountain.

Ordinary people here can't climb up at all, and it doesn't look like there are people in this stone temple.

Jiang Mu didn't intend to stay until he saw some murals.

They are mostly covered by snow.

Jiang Mu manipulated his mind to lightly pass by, and the snow fell.

And on the first mural, there is a silhouette of a woman with a bonfire in front of her and a jade flute in her hand.

The portrayer's strength is strong, the lines are vivid, and the charm is leisurely with a few strokes!
"Concubine Chuyue?"

Jiang Mu was quite surprised.

This is the third time he has met her, but she has also gone through her life.

This place is where she studies the way of swordsmanship, and the rest of the murals contain her understanding of the way of swordsmanship. Even Jiang Mu has to admire many opinions, which can still be used for reference even now.

After these murals, there is Chu Feiyue's self-report, which said that she turned to martial arts and was invincible in her life.

In his later years, he retired to the snow-capped mountains and lived alone here, living a life of 470 years.

On the day of my death, I felt something in my heart and left this last word.

He has no relatives or friends in his life, and once took in a girl, who taught her swordsmanship for seven years, and chased her away.

If you are destined to come here, you can learn the peerless swordsmanship. You don't ask for thanks, but you only have one wish, to sharpen a sword in the mountains, and give it to Xie Qingping.

After Jiang Mu saw it, he was quite emotional, Chu Feiyue was born at an untimely time, if she was born 500 years earlier, she would have already ascended to the fairy world by this time, what a beauty.

Now in the world of this dharma-ending age, she only seeks breakthroughs all her life, and at the moment before she dies in her old age, she feels lonely, so she deliberately leaves a book, hoping that someone who is destined will give her the sword on her behalf.

This is not a sword, but her loneliness and the warmth in her heart.

The girl named Xie Qingping was adopted by her for seven years and finally expelled. But before she died, she may feel that the most colorful scenes in her life were during those seven years.

"Why bother!"

Jiang Mu sighed, life is always like this.

He didn't intend to come back to the world, but Chu Feiyue can be regarded as half of his master in the way of swordsmanship.

Forget it, he accepted this last wish.

With a scroll of Shenyi, he took Chu Feiyue's remains and the rusty sword that was not sharp or special, and Jiang Mu's Shenyi went straight to the nearest city.

It doesn't matter whether Xie Qingping is still in this world.

As long as there are descendants, he will definitely send it.

(End of this chapter)