Xuanyuan Daolu

When the world of mortals becomes the most severe calamity, his sword will go against heaven for the common people! Lin Han, a boy from a fishing village, gripped a rusty ancient sword and embarked on the cruelest path of cultivation—— In order to save his sister who was refined into a "human elixir", and to find Bai Yueguang, who is intertwined with love and hate. Within the Xuantian Sect, the golden elixir cracked He developed the unprecedented golden elixir of "three orifices missing one", just because all the demons in his heart were filled with her appearance as a phoenix crown and a beautiful lady. When the sect's great elder's magic power devoured boys and girls, she was forced to give false testimony and push him into the abyss with her own hands. Outside Hanyan Pavilion, Taoists and demons are fighting The Taoism he founded was surrounded and suppressed by both good and evil forces, but he accepted three amazing disciples: A girl with stone vein body cultivation and an innate Tao fetus, and a young man in white who laughs that he is "not a human being". And she came on horseback in the middle of the night, with dried chalcedony sesame hidden in the hosta in her hair—— That was the life-saving medicine he desperately collected for her three hundred years ago. Thousands of years of reincarnation, the sword points to fate During the catastrophe of transformation, he saw her memories of three lifetimes: In the first life, she was the weapon spirit who protected him from disaster. She chuckled before losing her soul: "Master, don't cry." In this life, she was the vessel of heaven, sealing his memory with her own hands, but blurted out his old name when he was dying. When the patchwork furnace was lit, the superior power sneered: "The monks in this world are all animals for testing!" She jumped into the fire, her red dress like blood: "Lin Han, is this life enough to repay you?" —— Five volumes of disputes, the overthrow of the three realms He used a rusty sword to cut off the shackles of heaven, but found that the sword spirit was a fragment of her soul; He burned all his memories to create "The Art of Burning Heaven", but in the mountain stream of the new world, he met a girl collecting medicine with a maple leaf birthmark on her wrist. The rusty sword on the top of the cliff whistled softly, and the girl looked up and chuckled: "How many more lives are you going to hide from me?"