I don’t know if the Beiming Flame is really so powerful, or I regret that Miyamoto had such rules, but the Master Shouwang said that this book is acting according to the regulations. But this opportunity was because the Beiming Flame could come to Emperor Lan.

This is a special assessment, not a test of the cultivation of immortals, but a test of the core cultivation. The content is very simple and there are no standards that can be said to be blunt. If he is alone with a designated immortal in the Watch Palace for seven days and seven nights, if he says he passes, he will end his punishment.

It's so simple.

Because there was no clear standard, Fairy Beiming did not ask anyone to tell me what to do. Emperor Lan sat motionlessly and practiced the seven-day flying sword. At the end of the assessment, the immortal of the Watching Palace said: In terms of the immortal path of the Wangqing Sect, he was very qualified.

So after a series of procedures, Landi came out.

It seems to be something that many people expect, especially for Fengwu and others, there is no reason for him to assess any assessment. So, when he left the White Jade Hall Gate of the Watch Palace, many people were already waiting.

This included the unexpected and unexpected Tian Xuanyun. Her eyes were a little excited and she deliberately avoided the real touch.

Before Emperor Lan could tell them anything, a disciple of the Wangqing Sect hurried over and passed the message: The Supreme Master asked him to go to Wangqing Mountain to see him immediately.

So many of Lei and his friends' drafts were torn into pieces, but they were helpless. No one said a word of comment, and Lan Di did not delay for a moment, because the tone and expression of the disciple who passed the message seemed very urgent, and he was eager to let him say another word of farewell.

Even leaving, the teleportation array was used.

Wangqing Mountain is also filled with smoke, but it is much thinner. At least it allows him to see the white jade staircase leading straight to the top of the mountain at the foot of the mountain, which makes people admire the wonders of the immortal magic. How could such a road to the mountains appear in the secular world?

Emperor Lan didn't know if the other sects were the same. Except for the six disciples of his fellow disciples at the foot of the mountain, there was no other person on the slanting white jade staircase that was tens of miles long.

At the end of the stairs, a thin man stood with extremely pale skin, a cold face and a cold tone without any emotion.

He told the disciple who led the way to leave, and then he greeted him calmly and led the way forward.

There was no self-introduction in a few words, nor did I explain the specific houses that were surrounded by smoke along the way. I rushed to such a silent journey until I passed through the last and highest hall on the top of the mountain, entered the dense forest behind, and arrived at a wooden house next to a lake, and finally came to an end.

"Master is inside." The cold man said this, bowed silently to the wooden house door, and left on his own. Lan Di noticed that even the steps he took were as big as the Tathagata, and every step was on the footprints of the coming.

‘Stunningly calm, amazingly meticulous.’

At the top of the Forgetful Fairy Mountain, thunder sounded frequently, and dull and fierce anger rolled down, spreading from all directions, reverberating repeatedly between the supposedly empty heaven and earth around it, as if it was about to crush and destroy all living beings.

As Lan Emperor thought about this, his attention gradually turned to the wooden door in front of him. This wooden door and other things were the true body of the first Supreme Master of Heaven and Earth.

The unknown is always one of the root causes of fear. How can such an existence be expressed in words when you are caught off guard?

But the door was finally pushed open, so it was finally pushed open.

The room was dim and light, except for a soft cushion. There was nothing else. There was a person sitting cross-legged on it, with long silver hair, very neatly combed. He closed his eyes tightly, and his thin face looked very ordinary and his physique should be quite tall.

The old and coarse sermon robe that had never known how many waters had, was really hard to contrast with his lofty and sacred status.

The wooden door closed on its own without Landi reaching out to pull the belt. The already dim house was completely in darkness.

"Disciple Lan Di pays homage to Master."

However, the first sentence the old man said in front of him almost made Lan Di dizzy due to shock.

"A hundred years later, you are finally here, my disciple Sword Emperor."

My disciple Sword Emperor—?

My disciple Sword Emperor—!

Lan Di could not suppress this shock and slowly grew up his mouth, and he struggled and reluctantly squeezed out a few words and said, "Master... what are you talking about..."

The old man did not explain the meaning in detail, as if he could not see his shocked expression at all. In the darkness, he still said slowly in the tone of calm and vicissitudes:

"In the three cycles of reincarnation, you finally met her who was cursed by love, and finally returned to the teacher again. Over the past century, I have devoted my efforts to the teacher but still failed to think about the method of cutting off the curse you encountered. Finally, you still let you return to this place after being cursed and fateful.

My disciple... Do you, who is a reborn person, still want to repeat your mistakes and still try to kill the world with the sword in your hand for the cursed love? Seek the ethereal and unknown hope at the cost of boundless disasters?"

The thunder sound outside the wooden house could no longer recall Landi's thoughts at this moment, and could no longer allow him to accept the words of the old man in front of him.

But that was real, and all the past flashed through my mind like flying scenery. That incredible abnormal physique, the unreasonable encounters, the unreasonable disasters that flew for no reason, and all kinds of things turned out to be just a curse against him, the curse of fate.

It is not because of anything else, nor because of heaven and earth deliberately torture him. All of this is just because - he is the sword emperor resurrected, he is the sword emperor! From the moment he existed, he was destined to be unable to escape the curse of fate, because he once brought endless catastrophes to heaven and earth, and had almost destroyed all spirits of heaven and earth.

All disasters should be taken for granted to him, and all disasters are the causes he created by himself.

"I am the Sword Emperor?... Haha, I am the Sword Emperor?... How could I be that Sword Emperor? No... Master, you recognize the wrong person. My name is Lan Di, my father is Lan Dao, and my grandfather is Lan Changfeng. I can't be the Sword Emperor..."

Even though Emperor Lan was extremely tough in his spirit, he could not accept this extremely terrible reality for him at this moment. The names he heard from others countless times in the past, the terrible demon, the devil who once destroyed the world, the name that the people in the mysterious gate were extremely despised and feared, and the person who deserved it in his own understanding that even if everyone wants to harm him, he would have taken it for granted, would have been himself...

The Supreme Master had no intention of comforting his emotions, no intention of narrating the detailed history of the past, but just quietly put a sheathed fairy sword in front of him in the darkness and said slowly:

"My disciple, the mistake my teacher made back then was to misunderstand you. If you hadn't been left to the world, you wouldn't have encountered the curse of eternal love, and the teacher wouldn't have destroyed your body with the sword of forgottenness.

I don’t want you to reappear that day, nor do I want you to be cursed and destined to be merciless to the moment of inevitable destruction. I have never forced myself to come and go in the long years, but this time I decided to make an exception. My disciple, I hope you can pick up the courage and work hard with me to cut off the cursed love and get rid of the shackles of the cursed fate.

My disciple Sword Emperor, from today on, you will be the senior brother of the Wangqing Sect, the unchangeable true heir of this sect. You can choose to wear the Wangqing Sword with you, or you can choose to temporarily place it here, and you can take it away without any notice at any time.

However, there is a choice you must decide in front of you. Being a master, a flower-like house is not a destiny for heaven. If you are your wife, you will be able to help you break the curse. Being a master hopes that you can get married to her immediately."

Landi, whose emotions gradually calmed down, slowly raised his head, and a crimson light flashed in his eyes. The light was much brighter than usual, reflecting the pale face of Taishang Zhenzun in the darkness on red gauze.
Chapter completed!