The back mountain of Qixing mountain has always been inaccessible. This situation has become an iron law since Yang Xuan took Qixing mountain as his palace.


    That is, the mountain behind Qixing mountain is the forbidden area of Xianmen.


    Therefore, when Yang Xuan ravaged the hundred classics in his arms and gently put his green and red body on the ground, only a bird with unknown name flew up from the forest.


    Fingers moved, and a purple yarn skirt had covered Mo Lingyun''s body.


    "This is the secret you want to protect?" Yang Xuan looked at Mo Lingyun on the ground and said.


    Mo Lingyun didn''t speak. He slowly stood up and slowly put on his clothes one by one in front of Yang Xuan.


    Without a trace of concealment, it seems that Yang Xuan does not exist.


    "Take me," she said coldly after she got dressed.


    "What?" Yang Xuan looked at her.


    "I said, take me with you." Mo Lingyun repeated again.


    "Why?" Yang Xuan asked.


    "I want to see him for the last time." Mo Lingyun said inexplicably and stopped talking.


    Yang Xuan thought, nodded and said, "yes!"


    ……


    The destination is in the center of Penglai, an isolated island in the sea.


    When Yang Xuan took Mo Lingyun out of the ripples, a trace of excitement appeared on Mo Lingyun''s face, but it all became gloomy in only one second.


    "You hate me very much?" Yang Xuan asked faintly, looking at the island under his feet.


    Mo Lingyun didn''t speak, but his eyes had explained everything.


    The unforgettable hatred that cannot be washed away by the water of the three rivers.


    In the center of the island, there is a huge tree that I''m afraid can''t be surrounded by hundreds of people. The crown of the tree blocks out the sun and stands green.


    Yang Xuan fell directly on the tree canopy, his eyes penetrated through layers of green leaves, and directly fell on the trunk as thick as a mountain.


    From above, the trunk is hollow, and there is a slowly rotating black cloud during the period.


    This is the last entrance to the place of hidden dragon, and it also contains the biggest secret of Penglai.


    Mo Lingyun glanced at Yang Xuan and his eyes were like ice.


    Then she jumped into the dark cloud.


    Yang Xuan smiled and shook his head, then jumped, and the whole person disappeared into the dark cloud.


    After passing through a long and colorful passage, he appeared in a world at the next moment.


    Blue sky and white clouds, the mirror like ground reflects the scenery of the sky, forming a unique landscape.


    At this time, Yang Xuan stood between heaven and earth.


    No wind, no day.


    In front of him, there was only a giant dragon across the void. He poked his head out of the clouds and looked at Yang Xuan.


    In front of the dragon, a long golden sword was quietly suspended in the air, with streamer shaking from time to time, such as golden lightning.


    The Dragon sings. A scholar with a brocade crown and jade belt walks out of the clouds and quietly looks at Mo Lingyun.


    Mo Lingyun''s tears have been like a spring. Crystal tears fall from the air and drop on the mirror like ground, blooming transparent flowers.


    "Are you coming?" the scholar said in a flat voice.


    "Well, I''m coming." Mo Lingyun nodded gently with tears.


    "You shouldn''t have come." the scholar sighed and said.


    Mo Lingyun was silent, but tears had flooded his face.


    The scholar finally turned his attention to Yang Xuan. After watching Yang Xuan for a while, he said faintly, "who are you?"


    Yang Xuan smiled and said, "my name is Bai Qi."


    The scholar nodded, looked at him again, and then said to Mo Lingyun, "you promised me that you would not enter here again or tell others the secrets here."


    Mo Lingyun just cried and burst into tears.


    The scholar''s eyes flashed a light. A moment later, he nodded gently: "I see. No wonder you."


    After talking, he looked at Yang Xuan and said, "Bai Qi, what are you doing here?"


    "Dragon!" Yang Xuanyan was brief and comprehensive.


    The scholar nodded and said, "but the dragon has no owner. Since you need it, you can absorb it yourself."


    Yang Xuan smiled, but pointed to the long golden sword beside the scholar and said faintly, "I want that sword."


    The scholar shook his head: "no, the sword has a master, you are not its master."


    Yang Xuan stepped in the void and gradually approached the scholar, but his voice always echoed in the air: "what if I have to take it?"


    "You can''t take it away." the scholar said faintly, then stretched out his hand and took the golden long sword in his hand.


    Yang Xuan suddenly showed curiosity in his eyes and asked, "this sword is the legendary Xuanyuan sword?"


    "Yes, this sword is Xuanyuan sword. It is the treasure of the human race." the scholar didn''t hide it.


    "Penglai fairyland was also opened up by this sword?" Yang Xuan asked again. From Mo Lingyun''s memory, he knew something.


    "Penglai is not developed by Xuanyuan. Penglai is among Xuanyuan." the scholar shook his head slightly and held the long sword upside down.


    "I see." Yang Xuan nodded and narrowed his eyes.


    "Xuanyuan sword is the most precious treasure of the human race. You can''t get it if you''re not human. It''s useless to get it." the scholar said.


    Mo Lingyun, who is crying, is slightly stunned: is Bai Qi non-human?


    Can we say that Baiqi is the demon incarnation?


    Yang Xuan smiled and asked, "how do you know I''m not human?"


    "It''s not surprising that this kind of thing happened to Xuanyuan''s last master." the scholar said: "your noumenon is just a group of obsession. You accidentally get a strong force, not the main body, and you can''t be recognized by Xuanyuan at all."


    Mo Lingyun was stunned and gradually forgot to cry.


    Baiqi is just a group of obsession? Just a demon? Not an entity?


    So she wasn''t hurt by?


    Regardless of Mo Lingyun''s self deception, Yang Xuanwen just laughed.


    "In such a long time, you are still the first person who can see my real body, but we are half weight. I am not an entity, and you are just a distraction."


    Mo Lingyun''s face showed an incredible color and stared at the scholars in the sky.


    The scholar didn''t mean to hide, so he nodded: "yes, I''m just distracted and guarding the Xuanyuan. Now you know the causes and consequences, and Xuanyuan can''t lose. After absorbing the power of the dragon, you can leave by yourself."


    The smile on Yang Xuan''s face gradually disappeared. He said coldly, "what if I have to take Xuanyuan sword?"


    "You can''t take it!" the scholar said faintly.


    Click!


    A huge gap opened in the sky, and a huge hand with golden light suddenly fell from the sky and grabbed it directly at the scholar''s head.


    Until this time, Yang Xuan''s faint words came.


    "Then try!"


    The scholar looked up slightly and looked at the strange image in the sky, but his eyes were always calm as water. It seemed that he was facing only blue sky and white clouds.


    "So I have to leave you here forever." he said faintly. The Xuanyuan sword in his hand suddenly burst into bright light and stabbed the giant hand in the sky from bottom to top.


    In an instant, the whole mirror like world was filled with golden light, and the light was like a golden long sword, shuttling freely in the space.


    A breath of brilliance and greatness began to fill the air, as if an emperor was about to awaken.


    The golden awn broke through the air, like a big net, sweeping the whole world.


    Mo Lingyun looked at the Wei''an figure holding the long golden sword in the sky. His eyes were full of gloom. He even forgot to dodge several golden mans stabbing her body.


    A white palm gently stretched out and pulled her.


    After Jin mang wiped her body and flew over, a faint voice came into her ears: what''s the next sentence of falling flowers?


    Mo Lingyun was stunned.