Chapter 418: Seven Thousand Years of Reincarnation, the Great Disaster Begins Again The delicate jade-branched hairpin inserted in Tantai Xuanyin's black hair brought a touch of softness to her cold temperament. Her bright face was pure and moving, like the bright spring sunshine."What are you looking at?" Song Xiangyu took a step back as if she was protecting an extremely valuable treasure, her eyes full of vigilance. "You... that... I..." Song Lin was at a loss as to what to do and felt his head swelling. The hairpin given to Song Xiangyu appeared on Tan Tai Xuanyin's head. There was no doubt about what it represented. Song Xiangyu, Tan Tai Xuanyin, Xie Muxue...Song Lin, Yang Qingyuan, Zhou Yuan... break off an engagement. Genocide! "I have something to do, so I'm leaving first. Song Xiangyu's sensitive sword heart seemed to instinctively sense a hint of danger. She left a word and quickly turned back to her room.

There was a clang. Only Song Lin was left disheveled in the wind. "What should I do?" He sighed deeply, his mind in a mess. Live it! Hou Yuanxi quietly closed the window, a sneer on his face. Da da~~ There was a sound of footsteps coming from the outer courtyard. "Master Song, the Demon Suppressor's family has sent you an invitation, inviting you to visit." The steward arranged by the Demon Suppressing City said loudly outside. "I'll come right away." Song Lin took a look at Song Xiangyu's room and quickly turned and left. After a while. Hou Yuanxi stepped out of the room and said to Song Xiangyu's room: "I will discuss some things with the Hundred Sects of Mangshan. You stay here and take care of them." "Yes, Master." Song Xiangyu pushed open the door and said respectfully. The hairpin on her head had been taken off at some point. Hou Yuanxi glanced at her hair bun, and his figure turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye. "Why do they keep staring at my hairpin?" A hint of doubt flashed across Song Xiangyu's eyes. She carefully took out the jade hairpin from her bosom and held it in her palm. Last night, she was so aggrieved that she cried in the back hills until midnight.

Then she returned to her room drunk, and didn't even know when she put the hairpin back on her head. "Humph!" Song Xiangyu looked at the hairpin in her hand and snorted, "I don't care about this thing!" Say it. She went back to her room, found a brocade box, put it close to her body, and subconsciously patted her belly with her bare hands. The demon-suppressing master’s home. Ten thousand years of inheritance, the noble spirit lasts forever. When Song Lin followed Shi Mingguang to the old house of the Shi family, he saw the words "Suppress the Demon" written on the ancient and low-key door. A group of middle-aged and elderly monks stood in front of the door, as if they had been waiting here for a long time. As soon as they saw Song Lin, everyone came forward to salute. "The demon-suppressing master's family, paying homage to the Immortal Donglin." "Greetings to the Immortal!" "You don't have to do this kind of ceremony." Song Lin immediately waved his hand to stop him. "Song Shangxian, this is the head of my master's family - Master Ye." Shi Mingguang took the initiative to introduce him to Song Lin. "I am Master Chang Ye, and I am honored to meet you, the Immortal." An old man stepped forward, his attitude seemed even more humble than Shi Mingguang. "It doesn't have to be this way." Song Lin just felt that the attitude of the people from his master's family was really strange. So he said, "My fellow Taoists, my family and Donglin Xianya are not subordinate to each other, but fellow Taoists. I am just a true disciple of Jianya Xuanfeng, and I don't deserve such a great gift." "Perhaps the Immortal doesn't know." Master Ye smiled and said, "Without the mercy of Donglin Xianya, there would be no revival of the Demon-Suppressing Master Family. Especially the Jianya Xuanfeng lineage... If it weren't for the revival master Li Manqing's running around and taking care of us, the Master Family, which only had a few young children left after the catastrophe, would have long been wiped out in the long river of history." "Oh?" Song Lin and the others from the Shi family walked into the house together, asking, "Isn't the history of that time almost lost? Could it be that the Shi family still has some records left?" "There is no record, but there are a few things left in the ancestral teachings. If you are interested, please listen to me slowly." The commander Ye Youyou said and began to narrate the history in their eyes. "Seven thousand years ago." "An endless catastrophe swept across the land of Donglin, the mountains and rivers were shattered, and all things withered. The Donglin Immortal Dao adhered to the philosophy of 'the chivalrous way of the immortals, shouldering the common people', and has been fighting for this." "Until... the battle ends." "Fight to the end?"

Song Lin showed a look of doubt. "Mingguang, bring me my treasured 'Baoguang Lingfeng Tea'. Today, I want to have a good chat with Immortal Song about some past events." Master Ye invited Song Lin to a round pavilion by the lake, and then instructed Master Mingguang who was following beside him. "Yes, Grandpa." Shi Mingguang responded and left quickly. Teacher night. Master Mingguang. The long night is about to end and the bright light will finally come. The name chosen by this master is quite interesting. Song Lin seemed to be thinking about something. After a while. Master Mingguang brought a pot of tea with a pleasant fragrance. He poured a cup for both of them and served them respectfully. "Song Shangxian, can I continue?" The teacher asked at night. "please." Song Lin picked up the teacup and took a sip. "The reason why we say the battle is to the end is because almost no one who participated in that battle came back alive." Master Ye sighed, "More than 90% of the top leaders of the entire Donglin Immortal Path were killed in the last tragic battle." “They gave everything for future generations.” "..." Song Lin remained silent. Is the final disaster of no regrets so tragic? "People are very curious about what happened back then. But the truth has long been buried in the dust of history. In addition, Donglinxianya seems to have deliberately covered it up over the years. Over the past seven thousand years, the world has changed dramatically. No one cares about what happened back then anymore." Master Ye said slowly, "Back then, my master's family was said to have been beaten to the point where only a few children were left. They barely survived under the protection of Donglin Fairy Cliff, and were often targeted by many of their peers." "I don't know what the Master family did wrong. The reason is not passed down in the family tree. I think since they did this, there must be a reason." "If you are wrong, you should admit your mistakes." He shook his head and smiled, saying, "Fortunately, the founder of the Restoration, Li Manqing, followed his promise and protected us for three hundred years. Since then, our family has kept their identities secret, abandoned all their family businesses, and started from scratch." "Three hundred years later, the first generation of ancestors of the new family tree passed away one after another, and no one in the world knew the story of those years anymore. The descendants of the Shi family seemed to have been abandoned by fate, and no one in the family has stood out for hundreds of years." "Until a thousand years later."

"Finally, one of our tribesmen met an immortal. He was taught the method of entering the Dao through painting by a hidden master named Yuan. He was given the name of Iron-Blooded Loyal Heart and restored the power of the demon-suppressing master's talismans!" "But at this time, the assets that the Master's family entrusted to Donglin Xianya have long been dispersed in the thousand-year history." "We don't dare to ask for it, and we don't want it anymore." Master Ye had a peaceful expression and spoke calmly, "But we have always remembered the kindness you showed us, especially the kindness of Jianya Xuanfeng. The word 'low-key' in our ancestral precepts has also been passed down to this day." "For the past seven thousand years, we have been silently guarding Baimang Mountain and have never dared to slack off." "The Master family is a people who keep their promises." Song Lin sighed. He witnessed many things that happened back then with his own eyes. Now, seven thousand years have passed, and the world has finally forgotten the betrayal of Master Wande. The people of the Shi family have also washed away the shame with their own actions. The Shi family, which suppressed the demon, will live forever. Be worthy of heaven, worthy of earth, and worthy of all living people! "Senior Master." Song Lin asked: "Did all the people back then die? Why did history break down? What happened during that catastrophe? No one knows?" "Of course." Commander Ye raised his hands and saluted towards the eastern sky. "The Supreme Master of Donglin Xianya and the Sword Immortal Pavilion of Xuanfeng in Jianya must have records of those years. They seemed to want to eliminate the influence of those years, so after so many years, almost no one knows about it." "And we..." He paused. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "These are just some rumors in the clan. Don't take them seriously. I hope Immortal Song will not spread them." "Please say." Song Lin cheered up. "It is said... just said." Master Ye emphasized: "Back then, we in Donglin Immortal Path had a big traitor. He caused the fall of thousands of immortals, the collapse of mountains and seas, and the consequences were extremely disastrous." "But these are just some rumors passed down by our ancestors. They are what our first ancestor said on his deathbed. They should not be taken seriously." "traitor?" Song Lin's expression froze. "Yes, a big traitor!" Master Ye's tone was vague, and a trace of confusion flashed across his dim eyes. "Sometimes I also wonder if that big traitor came from my family of demon-suppressing masters. Otherwise, how could such a big family like ours have declined to this point... Seven thousand years..." Seven thousand years of hardship. Song Lin could imagine the situation of the descendants of the "Demon Heavenly Master" Shi Wande in the Donglin land after the catastrophe of that year, because of the fact that they were born in the Shi family. I'm lucky enough not to be implicated and exterminated! This day. Accompanied by Master Chang Ye and Master Mingguang, a grandfather and grandson, Song Lin toured the Master's house and gained some understanding of the current strength of the Demon-Suppressing Master's family. There are 380 golden bodies, ranging from the ninth to the third grade.

There are more than 18,000 gods and 200,000 clan members and their families. A Dharma-like immortal who has been in seclusion for a hundred years. Terrible background! With this kind of strength, they can dominate the entire Shanhaiguan area, not to mention the Demon Suppression Mansion and Baimang Mountain. However, they still follow their ancestors' teachings and keep a low profile. Few people know their true strength. It seems that since 7,000 years ago, the Shi family has been afraid of insufficient foundation. The whole family attaches great importance to style and character, but if there are bad habits, they will be flogged or confined at the least, and abolished from cultivation or even executed at the worst! more than this. It is rumored that there is a painting hanging in the master's ancestral hall. If a person is pushed into it, his spiritual roots can be cut off and his reincarnation can be ended. It is really surprising that he is so cruel to his own people. and also. Song Lin could vaguely feel that there was a close connection between the Shi family and the top leaders of Jianya Xuanfeng. If one day, the great catastrophe begins again. The Shi family will inevitably become an important nail of Jianya Xuanfeng in the land of Cangzhou, occupying Baimang Mountain and radiating to Shanhaiguan. Dusk is approaching. Song Lin returned to the Shi family's ancient house with Shi Mingguang's respectful farewell. As soon as I entered the backyard, I saw Hou Yuanxi and Song Xiangyu, who seemed to have been waiting there for a long time. There is no doubt that the person you are waiting for is him. "Senior Sister Hou, uh, Junior Nephew Tan Tai." Song Lin suddenly felt a little frightened. Are you going to reveal your cards? its not right! Tan Tai Xuan Yin had no idea about the relationship between his two identities. "Today I went to Baimang Mountain." Hou Yuanxi looked serious and stared at Song Lin. "Oh?" Song Lin seemed to be secretly relieved. "Ha~" I seemed to hear a chuckle in my ear. Song Lin looked at Hou Yuanxi and heard her say leisurely: "There are hundreds of sects in Mangshan, and they are mixed with good and bad. Since the catastrophe that year, there are no more demons in Mangshan, and gradually scattered cultivators from all over the place gathered together, forming the current situation of a hundred schools of thought contending with each other." "This time, we are going to test our swords with the hundreds of sects in Mangshan." "The Hundred Sects of Mangshan?" There was a gleam in Song Lin's eyes.

Hou Yuanxi said: "These sects have a lot of different skills, including all kinds of strange magic, talismans, formations, swordsmanship, and knife skills. Some sects even combine various skills and have studied one of them for many years. It is not easy to defeat them." "One sword can break all laws?" Song Lin tilted his head slightly. "That's what it means." Hou Yuanxi nodded. Along the way, they have seen many worldly affairs, power struggles in the martial arts world, and even various disasters caused by demons. Among the three largest battles, the Battle of Jiuzhangyuan was a fight of life and death, the battle of Lishan Sword Sect was a battle of swordsmanship, and the Battle of Baimang Mountain was to train the adaptability of Song Lin and others. One sword breaks all laws. It's not just about the advantages of swordsmanship, but also about understanding the strengths of all schools before you can break them with cleverness. If you just try to crush the enemy with force and fight with all your strength, you won't be able to win for long. Once the spirit is dampened, defeat is apparent. "But Senior Sister Shui, Senior Brother Yan and the others..." Song Lin paused and suddenly understood what Hou Yuanxi meant. At the same time, she deliberately injured everyone today so that they could not exert their full strength in the next battle. That's it. If you can defeat your opponent with only 30% of your strength, why should you use 100%? The independent cultivation sects of Baimang Mountain are certainly not as good as the Lishan Sword Sect and the Cangwang Clan. That's why Hou Yuanxi made this arrangement. "I understand." Song Lin said solemnly: "In the battle at Baimang Mountain, I will use a sword." "You want to try that flying stunt?" Hou Yuanxi sounded somewhat interested. A pair of cold eyes seemed to flash with a trace of nostalgia. "Yeah, it's been a long time since I last used it." Song Lin nodded slowly. As a trump card. He hasn't used his flying knife skills for a long, long time. It seems like a year. It seems to be seven thousand years. I still remember that year in front of Baimang Mountain, when the catastrophe began, he used his flying knife skills to quell the catastrophe of the Clavicle Bodhisattva and saved millions of people in the city.

Now, after many twists and turns, I am back here again, as if it is a reincarnation. "We will set out for Baimang Mountain in three days." Hou Yuanxi made the decision with just one word. Three days. It is not time for Song Lin and his team to prepare, but time for the many sects in Baimang Mountain to prepare. This day. The sword-testing battle that Hou Yuanxi had personally agreed upon with the leaders of hundreds of sects spread throughout Zhenyao City, Baimang Mountain, and the surrounding areas of Shanhaiguan, attracting countless people to the event. A good show is about to begin! "It is said that this battle is one man against ten sects. Jianya Xuanfeng will hold nine matches in Baimang Mountain, each of which is one against ten, and the match will end only after ten wins." "In other words, they have to defeat a hundred people of the same realm in one day? That's one against ten in each match!" "Great!" "As expected of Jianya Xuanfeng's true disciple, so courageous and confident!" “It’s really exciting!” "It's a rare opportunity for all the Mangshan sects to unite as one!" "If we don't give it our all and let Jianya Xuanfeng Jiutai win, we will be embarrassed!" "It's hard to say! Judging from the achievements of this generation of Jianya Xuanfeng Zhenchuan, I think the pressure on the hundreds of sects in Mangshan is now greater than the mountain..." (End of this chapter)