Inheritor of Taoism

Thick morning mist filled the hills with the smell of blood. Zhang Liang clenched his hatchet and struck at the lightning-struck wood. Before the blade fell, dark red blood suddenly oozed from the dead wood, and the bronze bracelet on his wrist erupted with dazzling green light. The moment the annual rings cracked into cobweb patterns, a cracked sword shadow broke through the wood and went straight into the young man's eyebrows. "Inheriter of the Taoist body..." An old whisper came from the clouds. The elder in green robe stood on his sword, with seven golden swords hidden in his sleeves and a bloody compass. Zhang Liang didn't know that this was the law enforcement elder of the Tianjian Sect, and he didn't notice that Uncle Li, who was sharpening a knife at the entrance of the village, was crushing the communication talisman - the Xuanyuan Sect mark in Orion's palm was getting hot. When the sword shadow exploded the ancient memories in the sea of ​​consciousness, the black ice of the Nine Nether Sea suddenly collapsed. The bronze masked man caressed the jade pendant with the same origin as Zhang Liang and sneered. The blood vines under his feet were wrapped around the broken stele with the word "Xuan Yuan" engraved on it. In the reflection of the cold pool, the young man's pupils glowed with light gold, and the Dao pattern on his right hand was swallowing the black energy of the demon sword. He had no idea that he had become the "living key" for the good and the evil to hunt him.