Zhao leyue stretched out his right hand.

Jing Jiu stretched out his left hand.

hold.

The wind blew.

Flying sword breaks through the air.

A hole appeared among the clouds and mist, and then gradually closed.

A faint red line remained in the air, emitting a faint smell of blood.

The two of them did not say goodbye to everyone, or even said something to the Western King Sun, which seemed a little rude. It was just that there were too many things happening today, and people were shocked in their hearts. They could not think of this place at all. The people who occasionally thought of it even felt that only such a manner could match the impression left by the girl of the Gods and the Mass Peak.

Looking at the red line gradually disappearing into the sea breeze, Xiang Wanshu murmured: "Is this the Fris Sword left by the real person?"

When he said this, he felt a little moved, and his clean face was filled with admiration and yearning.

The Zhongzhou Sect has more genius disciples, and he is just one of them, and he knows that it is difficult to count all the geniuses in the world.

What kind of character can be called a real genius? Only time can prove it.

Countless former geniuses were blocked by a spiritual barrier and disappeared until they disappeared. There were too many such things happening in the world of practice.

Who is the real peerless genius for hundreds of years? Of course, it is the one who has gone the farthest.

For thousands of years, there has been only one ascendant in Chaotian Continent, that is Jingyang.

The more genius like Xiang Wanshu is, the more he knows how great Jingyang Zhenren is.

Whenever Zhao l'yue inherited the inheritance of Jingyang Zhenren, he would be a little envious of his senior brother, not to mention that he was his brother, Tongyan.

At this time, the young monk from Guocheng Temple came to the old monk, pointed at his mouth, and whined twice, looking a little anxious.

Some people find it strange and think that this monk is a mute and familiar with Guocheng Temple has already guessed that the young monk is practicing silent meditation.

The young monk asked: Those two fellow Taoists Qingshan have left. Do I still need to practice silent meditation?

The old monk said, "It's OK."

The young monk felt relieved, looked at the red line that was about to disappear in the sky, and said loudly.

His voice was very loud, like an ancient temple night bell, resounding throughout the clouds.

"Come on the fun, come back after the fun is over, and it turns out that the demeanor of the immortal family..."

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"The style of the immortal family? I'm afraid it's a magic method, and the mainland will usher in another disaster..."

Standing in Haizhou City, looking at the sword light and the clear light brought out by magic weapons that were scattering into the sky, Shi Toyo-chen said something expressionlessly.

The subordinates didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, and thought that today the murderer arrested the big man from Qingshan Sect, Qingtiansi was really embarrassed. No matter how much you say, it would be meaningless. Can this make the people in the world think that Qingshan Immortal Master is the devil?

Shi Toyoto-chen did not explain. He said this because in his opinion, Zhao Luyue looked very much like a big thing in the world of practice many years ago.

That big thing has traveled around the world and advocated killing and stopping evil. There are probably more people who died under his sword than those who have been killed for three months.

But in the end, that great thing fell into the devil's path and became the biggest disaster in the world of cultivation.

This matter is a real secret, and basically no one in the world of cultivation knows it, and not many people in the Qingshan Sect know about it.

But by chance, he learned this secret from the former General Manager of Qingtiansi.

He had made up his mind to return to Chaoge City and use all his connections and resources in the first half of his life to gain the opportunity to enter the palace to meet the saint.

If he could see the beauty of heaven, he must find a way to let His Majesty connect Zhao twelfth month with the disaster that year.

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The nine peaks of the green mountains are the coldest, the Yunxing Peak is the most dangerous, the Shenmao Peak is the most lonely, and the Tianguang Peak is the highest.

In early spring, everything is revived, and the trees on Tianguang Peak have already been lush. Looking around, there is a pleasant green area, which is very pleasing to the eye.

A tall figure stood by the cliff, looking at the scenery like this, the aura emitted was a bit cold.

"He is really alive, and he has found you?"

The object he spoke to was not a human, but a long-haired white cat.

Bai Gui, one of the four major guards, left Bihu Peak and came here for some reason today.

There is a monument on the top of Tianguang Peak, carried by a stone turtle.

The stone turtle is very big, ten feet in a radius.

The white ghost squatted over the stone turtle's head, looking a little small in comparison.

It ignored the man's words, kept licking his hair, then washed his face, very seriously.

——The words to be passed have been brought. As for why your uncle and nephew deliberately pretend not to know each other, it is nothing to do with me.

Bai Gui is extremely curious about many things, and there is a proverb in Qingshan that says this.

The problem is another proverb, which remembers more clearly - curiosity kills cats.

"I didn't arrange this, but I know and support it. If you practice swords in Qingshan, you have to draw a sword, and Liangwang Peaks exist because of this. The blood of the younger generation cannot be cooled down because of us. I know what he is worried about, but I believe that one generation is always better than the other. What the master and he cannot do may not be able to do, either of the current children."

The white ghost did not stop washing his face, but his eyes fell on the figure through his lightning-waving front paws.

Looking at the other person's back, it felt a strong impulse. Should I try to attack him?

Just like the night on Bihu Peak two years ago, this temptation was too strong.

In the end, Bai Gui gave up this idea because he knew that he could not beat the other party.

This made Bai Gui a little annoyed. He stopped washing his face and stretched his claws to scratch the stone turtle's head.

As the guard of Qingshan, its strength is so terrifying. Its sharp claw tips are countless times stronger than most flying swords.

At the top of Bihu Peak, it scratched its claw and directly knocked Jing Jiu to the lake hundreds of feet away, causing him to recover for half a year.

Its scratching obviously has no power, wouldn’t the stone turtle be broken into powder directly?

This picture did not happen.

The stone turtle was not broken, it was not cracked, there was no trace, and there was not even a white seal.

An ancient and leisurely breath appeared on the top of the cliff.

The stone turtle slowly opened his eyes, his eyes a little confused, as if he didn't know what was going on.

It turned out to be a living creature.

The man turned around, tall, with a quiet and peaceful look, and an unfathomable breath. He was the head of Qingshan.

"Where did Yuangui offend you? You obviously slept well, so you insisted on waking it up."

The white ghost could open a mountain and break a lake with one claw, which made Shenmofeng cough for half a year, but at this time he could only wake up the stone turtle.

But it's not awkward.

As a companion who has lived in Qingshan for thousands of years, Bai Gui certainly knew that the other party was thick and thick and would not be hurt at all.

Because the other party is also guarding Qingshan - Yuangui.

"You are not embarrassed, but I, the head of Qingshan, don't even have a sword. Isn't it a bit embarrassing?"

The head of the sect looked at the stone tablet carried by the stone turtle and said, "Anyway, he is coming back. If you really want to stop this, just exchange it."

The stone tablet was very wide, straight and very big, like a hill cut open, with an extremely smooth surface without any words.

A sword was inserted at the highest point of the stone tablet, just like a small shackle on the top of the girl's head.

Could that be the legendary Chengtian Sword?

But if you look carefully, you will find that the sword... has no hilt and is empty in the middle.

The Chengtian Sword is not a sword, but a sword sheath!

A sword sheath is actually called Chengtian. What kind of sword was once held in it?

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(It will be on the shelves tomorrow. I am thinking about whether to write a comment on the shelves. Okay, I will still write a few simple sentences. I will post it on time when it is on the shelves at twelve o'clock. However, the first chapter of the VIP will be posted at 2pm tomorrow. Everyone doesn't have to wait at night, spread their hands, and now they have become old fry. Fortunately, they still have a strong sense of freshness and desire for writing books, especially the way forward, ah, my desire for it is very fresh and refined...)
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