The sky has broken through and has not yet been reintegrated. Everyone knows that there is something wrong with it. Chao Qingqiu once opened the sky in Luoyang City. At that time, the sky opened, but after Chao Qingqiu returned to the world, it will return to its original state.

It would not be like this now. Emperor Wu cut open the sky with a sword, and a gap appeared in the sky, and there was no recovery as before.

That opening was hung on the sky like this.

Many big monsters looked at the hole and each had their own thoughts.

Some of the monsters had a hot look. Looking at the hole, what they thought was very clear.

No one of the monks on earth has been able to leave the world for six thousand years and achieve the path to immortality because there is something wrong with this world. Even if they reach the state of ascension, they cannot leave the world.

Of course, few people can truly reach that level.

But no matter what, after arriving at the sea, most monks looked at the immortality in front of them.

If you cannot live forever in the world, you must leave the world.

I didn’t have a chance before, but today I have a hole in the mud.

So many big monsters will have some thoughts.

But when they were about to do something, they remembered that under the opening was the Martial Emperor standing.

He was wearing a black imperial robe, holding the wild bird, and looking at the opening, no one knew what he was thinking.

But everyone felt something special.

The huge dragon head was still not far away, looking extremely ferocious, as if telling them the story that happened before.

But he doesn't need to tell those stories, because everyone has seen them with their own eyes.

"See Your Majesty!"

The ancestor Bi Fang reacted the fastest and was the first person to kneel down again.

He looked at Emperor Wu's back and never had any thoughts, he just knelt down.

He looked at Emperor Wu’s back with devout devotion. This piety was definitely more true than before to the Demon Ancestor.

"See Your Majesty!"

"See Your Majesty!"

Many monks of the demon clan knelt down, among which were cultivators who originally supported the Martial Emperor, and some were followers of the demon ancestor before, but almost eaten by the demon ancestor.

After the dark demon cultivators knelt down, the great demons all knelt down.

The Demon Lord of the West Mountain, the Demon Lord of Pingnan, the Demon Lord of the Yao Li, the Ancestor of Bi Fang, and the several great monsters who came out later all knelt down.

The Winning Fish Demon Lord has not kneeled down yet.

He stood upright.

There are still many monks who did not kneel down. Even if the previous incident happened, they still trusted the Demon Ancestor very much. Even if Emperor Wu won, they would not kneel down.

Emperor Wu slowly turned his body, and the wild bird turned into a black bird and fell on Emperor Wu's shoulder.

Emperor Wu looked at these demon cultivators.

His face was the same as before, with no change, and there were countless stars in his eyes.

This is a trace of time and a powerful proof.

The Yingyu Demon Lord met the Martial Emperor's sight. In just a moment, he felt his eyes were very painful. After a moment, blood was shed.

He was shocked and had to kneel down slowly.

After he knelt down, Emperor Wu glanced at the demon cultivators who had not yet kneeled down. When he looked at somewhere, the demon cultivators from somewhere knelt down.

After looking around for a week, there was no demon cultivator and no kneeling.

There were countless demon cultivators between heaven and earth, all of whom had kneeled down.

The only one who kneels down is him, the Emperor of the Demon Land.

Looking at these people, Emperor Wu didn't say anything, but the snow above his head finally fell down.

There is wind and snow coming between the world.

No one knew when Emperor Wu would say the word "flat" as if they didn't know what a gap appeared on the sky.

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Which mountain is the highest in the world?

Perhaps it should be one of the snow-capped mountains in the extreme north of the demon clan.

But the human race doesn't think so.

From ancient times to the present, the highest mountain has been passed down from word to word of mouth by humans.

Buzhou Mountain is located in Dayu, in the southernmost part of Dayu. Passing through Buzhou Mountain, it is a sea called the South China Sea.

Passing through the South China Sea, there is a swamp. At the end of the swamp, there will be a cliff, and above it, there is a thick cloud.

Buzhou Mountain is on the South China Sea, and it is one of the places where wild scholars gather the most.

Ye Feixian, the owner of Feixian Island back then, practiced in the South China Sea.

There are also many monks on Mount Buzhou.

They devote themselves to practicing without caring about the world.

A few days ago, several people came to the mountain.

Then all the monks on Mount Buzhou left.

Because when the first monk came, everyone saw a golden light, and the golden light was born from the clouds.

This means that the monk who came at the beginning was not an ordinary monk, but a Yunduan saint. Since he was a Yunduan saint, who would dare to find out what he wanted to do?

So when the first saint came here, other monks from Buzhou Mountain arrived in the South China Sea.

After two more saints of Yunduan came one after another, there was no more monk in the South China Sea.

All the monks left.

There is no more monk in the entire South China Sea.

So in the days that followed, on Buzhou Mountain, apart from hearing the sounds of waves and seagulls, there was only the sound of an old Confucian scholar reading.

The old Confucian scholar sat by the cliff, looking at the South China Sea, with a book that had long been yellowed on his knees.

Beside him was a tall young man, with a bookcase next to him, and he also sat down.

"Xiao Xu, how did you fight before? Have you figured out what tricks you have?"

The old Confucian scholar smiled and looked at the young man who followed him through many places.

"I am not as good as him. In other words, even Ye Shengge, one day, would not be his opponent. When he climbed the tower, he was so bold that he borrowed my fist. After experiencing the heavenly tribulation, I seemed to be able to defeat faster in the ocean."

Xiao Xu is tall and has a steady aura. She has made some progress compared to before, but she has not yet become a cultivator of Canghai.

The old Confucian scholar smiled and said, "It is probably impossible for you guy to catch up with him. He headed towards Qingqiu all the way and gave him some time. Even the old guys, who are the ones, must look at him like they were looking at Qingqiu."

Xiao Xu had a little confused face, and then asked, "Sir, since that's the case, why are you doing nothing?"

The old Confucian scholar said in surprise: "What did we do before in Qiufeng Town?"

Before, in Qiufeng Town, I don’t know how many cultivators gathered together in Canghai, but in the end I couldn’t do anything.

Xiao Xu thought about it, nodded, and then said freely: "Forget it, nothing big."

He wanted to compete for the first young man but failed. This did not mean that his spirit was gone, but he just didn't do those meaningless things.

The old Confucian scholar smiled and said, "Xiao Xu, are you thinking that you will have a chance in the future?"

Xiao Xu didn't say a word, just looked at the South China Sea.

The old Confucian scholar was not confused, patted his shoulder, and then said: "The world is not six thousand years ago, nor decades ago. It is a foregone conclusion that the swordsman lineage restored its glory to that year. Even if he can leave the world, who can still compete with him? We can't fight, just ask for your own."

Xiao Xu kept silent, not because he didn't know what to say, but because he knew that there was no point in saying anything.

Since the old Confucian scholar has decided to open the sky and leave the world, what can he, a disciple, do?

Of course, I am here to send you my husband on the last journey.

The old Confucian scholar looked at the Nanhai, perhaps he was about to leave the world, so he felt that he wanted to take a few more glances at the world.

"Sir, I have been studying for more than a thousand years and I have seen so many things. I originally thought that after traveling all over the world, I would no longer think about the world. Now before leaving, I am still a little sad."

The old Confucian scholar looked at the book box beside him and instructed: "The swordsman lineage will not do anything to the three religions. Even if Confucianism declines in the future, it will not reach the point where the Taoist dynasty is extinct. Moreover, there are Su Ye and others. There should be no problem, but you can do whatever you can."

Xiao Xu didn't say anything, just nodded.

The old Confucian scholar felt that he had nothing to say, so he stood up and then a few people walked over from the top of the mountain.

Master Zhou was in front, beside him was Zhang Sheng and Mr. Mu Yun.

On the other side is a Taoist saint, Chen Sheng.

In addition, the old Confucian scholar himself is five saints.
To be continued...