Sword of Coming

Wei Xian was wearing the Xiyue Manna Armor. After getting Chen Ping'an's approval, and while Zhu Lian restrained most of the monks accompanying the army, he tried to go straight to Huanglong and find an opportunity to kill the prince Liu Cong, even if it cost him his life.

After Xu Tong, the immortal master of Caomu'an, was killed on the right side of the Sui Dynasty, Xu Qingzhou, even though he knew that Liu Cong would anger the entire family, still left the mountain without saying a word and returned to Mirage City to discuss with his grandfather who was the general of the expedition to the west. Countermeasures. As one of the top generals in the Daquan Dynasty, and having been rooted in Mirage City for several generations, the Xu family was afraid of the eldest prince Liu Cong, but he would not sit back and wait for death.

The person sitting on the dragon throne is still His Majesty Liu Zhen, not Liu Cong. Zhen and Liu Cong had a falling out, and at worst, Xu would be determined to join the second prince and become a dragon in exchange for a real dragon.

Lu Baixiang was on the battlefield, and the battle situation was still stalemate. The five thousand dead soldiers of the Daquan Frontier Army were worthy of being Liu Cong's direct subordinates. They knew how strict the military law was. Even if they were killed to death, they could watch each one of them die in front of their eyes. Under that man's knife, he still didn't care about his life and killed him crazily. The martial arts masters and monks who were hiding in the dark couldn't bear to see it. It was so tragic. Some of the hard-hearted military governors and captains had their faces covered with tears and rain, but they still fulfilled their duties. No matter who they were, they dared to fight. Those who retreat will be killed immediately!

The ethereal fairy poems may describe the demeanor of the gods on the mountain.

But there has never been any frontier poem that truly describes the bloody cruelty of the battlefield.

After the buried river water demon fell to the ground from another mountain peak, it ran over in big strides. If there were trees blocking the road, it would be knocked away with one hand.

Chen Ping'an saw the momentum of the newcomer and made a decision in his heart.

The original talisman between the two fingers of his right hand was replaced by three talismans stacked together.

Back in Biyou Mansion, Zhong Kui borrowed the small snow cone. In return, he wrote a total of six talismans to Chen Ping'an. Three of the talisman papers were his own, and he wrote three talismans that could be used to form a formation. Also known as the "Iron Cavalry Encircling the City Talisman", before drawing the talisman, Zhong Kui breathed a sigh of relief. In the painting, there were more than a hundred cavalry generals wearing silver armor and riding white horses. A large group of cavalrymen the size of rice grains charged out on the talisman paper. Finally, the troops formed a formation, their horses came to a halt, and they formed a stroke-by-stroke talisman pattern.

Afterwards, Chen Pingan paid for himself and took out two golden talisman papers and a cyan talisman paper made of a saint's manuscript. Zhong Kuixi bitterly followed Chen Pingan's request and wrote the Five Thunder Talisman of the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain respectively. , the barrier-breaking talisman that goes up mountains and waters to prevent ghosts from breaking down walls, and the last sword-suppressing talisman, whose rank and power far exceed the well character, were praised by Zhong Kui as "the sword rises when the arm is thrown, and the sea of ​​nine continents boils."

The river-buried water monster, which did not dare to show its true form, rushed towards him and had already moved less than a hundred steps away.

Chen Pingan slowly walked out of the eaves and walked to the right. Soon, there was only fifty steps left between the two sides.

Chen Pingan flicked his wrist, and the three talismans were ignited by a breath of pure energy. He quickly took out his sleeves and said silently in his heart: "Array in front!"

The burly man laughed loudly and kept walking. He jumped up and killed the young man carrying the dead branch in his hand. "A warrior is playing with talismans, and you are not afraid of making me laugh out loud?"

But soon this river-buried demon stopped laughing at all.

After the three golden talismans burned out, the strong man who was still in the air was surprised to find that the three insubstantial talismans began to rotate rapidly around him in the distance. The strong man lost his energy in his Dantian, made a heavy drop, and hurriedly landed on the ground. At this moment, among the three talismans, there was an illusory knight in white horse and silver armor, charging out with a spear.

The strong man said sternly: "Go to hell!"

He twisted his body, spun around in a circle, and smashed the three knights with three quick punches.

Just a steady stream of knights rushing out of the talisman, no more, no less, three at a time, silently.

The strong man was trapped in the middle of the battle formation, but he was still undaunted, punching like a rainbow, and killing the cavalrymen who rushed out of the talisman again and again.

Whenever the strong man moved to the battlefield, the three talismans of the Sancai Soldier Talisman would float with them, always maintaining the original distance.

The burly and strong man was excited to kill, his fierce look was revealed, he just felt hearty and screamed with joy.

It is not difficult to temporarily trap and consume a river demon who has almost formed a golden elixir with three Iron Cavalry Encirclement Soldier Talisman. It is not impossible to even force it to reveal its true form, but you want to consume this buried head alive. The big river demon is absolutely impossible.

Chen Pingan naturally knew this well and did not expect these three talismans to trap and kill the strong man.

The academy gentleman Wang Qi who stayed on the top of the mountain was patiently waiting for Chen Ping'an's flaw. Chen Ping'an was looking for a chance to kill with a talisman or kill the strong man in the formation with a sword.

The heavy rain is still heavy and shows no sign of letting up yet.

The river-buried water demon was troubled by those three strange talismans. Why was it that the cavalrymen contained in the talismans of the talismans were constantly being killed? This is the first time that he has smashed his spirit energy into pieces? One hundred and fifty, two hundred?

It feels more and more that the situation is not good. The young man standing thirty steps away, holding a dead branch, is definitely not waiting for him to break the talisman formation and start another bullshit dispute between gentlemen!

Especially the dead branch in the corner of its eye makes it always a little uneasy, something is wrong, something is definitely weird!

do not care.

You, Wang Qi, are like a coward, refusing to take action at all costs. I don't care how you reason with Dafu Academy.

The river-buried water demon, which already had minor wounds on its body, was about to lose its power due to the heavy rain. If it didn't occupy all the time in the sky, its power would be drastically reduced when it revealed its true form.

This water monster's eyes were as white as snow, and its knotted muscles began to twist extremely.

Wang Qi at the top of the mountain obviously saw the plan to bury the water demon in the river, and shouted angrily: "No!"

How can the water demon care about this? The earth suddenly trembled, and a huge true body appeared. Its eyes were as big as lanterns, its body was a hundred feet long, and its head rested on the place where the "strong man" once stood.

The iron cavalry circling talisman, which had not yet exhausted its spiritual energy, followed suit and opened the distance.

There were still cavalry charging towards the river demon.

Some Daquan border troops who were hiding on both sides, waiting for an opportunity to move, were directly bounced away by the body of the eel demon. When they flew backwards, they were bleeding from all their orifices. Dozens of them were injured or dead.

The heavy rain fell on the river demon. After sliding down the mountain, it did not seep into the mud, but quickly gathered into a stream.

Chen Pingan recognized the identity of this big monster. It was the big eel monster buried under the river and fighting with the Water Goddess.

It seems that the master hiding his head and tail at the top of the mountain is undoubtedly Wang Qi, the gentleman of the academy.

Twisting the Dragon Tiger Mountain Zhengfa Talisman that Zhong Kui said was "Five Dragons Holding Pearls" between his two fingers, after pouring in the true energy, he threw it towards the head of the buried river water demon.

Sure enough, there were five "slender" dragons more than ten feet long, hovering in the air, holding white beads in their mouths, and surrounded by thunder and lightning.

The Buried River Water Demon just thought it was time to use his magical power, but he never thought that five dragons with faint divine power appeared above his head. After his mind froze slightly, he let out a loud roar and roared, and began to struggle violently, trying to break free of the Iron Cavalry Encirclement Talisman. Under siege, we should try to avoid as many "thunder beads" as possible.

The iron cavalry held a spear and pierced the body of the eel demon again and again, allowing the body of the buried river water demon to sweep him away. His body and spiritual energy dissipated together and returned to the world.

A dragon opened its mouth, and a snow-white thunder bead shot out, smashing into the head of the buried river monster.

The mountains trembled.

Another two hit the river demon's seven inches and tail respectively.

Not only was the body shaking with severe pain, but the river demon's soul and golden elixir were also trembling.

The only good thing was that the huge burst of momentum finally swept down and smashed those three damn soldier symbols.

A blue rainbow fell from the top of another mountain on the tree trunk of this mountain, and begged Chen Ping'an from the bottom of his heart, "You and I will stop here. I will ask Liu Cong to lead his troops and leave immediately. How about that?"

When Wang Qi said these words, he gritted his teeth.

That water monster buried in the river is really a thing that fails to succeed but fails to succeed!

After a bead-bearing dragon spits out a thunder orb, it will automatically disperse and disappear.

Chen Pingan had no intention of stopping.

The last two dragons naturally and without hesitation spat out the most righteous thunder magic orb that contains the top of all magics in the world.

The five dragons have disappeared, but the five beads are firmly embedded in the body of the buried river monster, from head to tail. When they are finally connected in a line, they shine brightly, and thunder and lightning move rapidly in the body of the river monster. Eventually, a huge lightning bolt was formed that was almost as thick as the river demon's body.

Chu Yi and Fifteen, who were connected with Chen Ping'an, changed their original strategy and drew out two flowing fireflies, respectively piercing the lantern-sized eyes of the water monster buried in the river.

On the right side of Sui Dynasty, he also controlled the Infatuation Sword that penetrated countless hearts and nailed it accurately into the head of the buried river water demon. Once it passed through, the entire long sword sank directly into the ground under the head, which clearly shows its sharpness.

Wang Qi and Chen Ping'an took action almost at the same time, both wanting to kill.

Chen Pingan held a dead branch as a sword and swept away.

The heavy rain between heaven and earth seemed to be controlled by the gentleman Wang Qi in an instant, changing the trajectory of the fall drop by drop, and thousands of raindrops were all shot towards Chen Ping'an.

After one sword strike.

There was no longer Wang Qi on the tree branches. Chen Pingan stood in the position of a gentleman in the academy. With a shake of his shoulders, the golden wine in his robe rippled, and all the raindrops embedded in the golden robe were bounced away.

Wang Qi, a dignified academy gentleman, actually avoided the battle and retreated.

The dying river water monster could no longer control the rainwater that had grown into a stream under its body. Blood and rainwater seeped into the soil together.

The dead branches in Chen Pingan's hands turned into powder.

As soon as he swept away the head of the buried river water monster, he reached out and grabbed it in the air, held the Chixin Sword in his hand, and directly chopped off the whole head of the buried river water monster.

The heavy rain gradually stopped.

Soon the soldiers on the mountain began to retreat down the mountain.

In the end, Wei Xian failed to capture the eldest prince Liu Cong, and only killed a sword cultivator who swore to protect the lord to the death. He had no choice but to let Liu Cong retreat to the foot of the mountain, taking the military master's armor pill in his sleeve.

Zhu Lian was the most seriously injured, but he did not die. Lu Baixiang walked towards the buried body of the river demon and had the opportunity to pull out the few special arrows on his body. Instead of throwing them away, he held them in his hand and the narrow knife Zingxue had been retracted into its sheath.

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On the west sea of ​​Tongyezhou, the big monster that appeared in its true form and fled for its life was inexplicably killed on the spot with a sword. The whole head, which was as big as a mountain peak, was cut by a silk thread and fell into the sea. Corpses like mountains are still floating on the sea, rising and falling.

The three Tongyezhou Daxiu who have been hunting all the way here have different thoughts.

Song Mao, the contemporary leader of Taiping Mountain, held his long sword upside down with the tip of the sword facing backward to show his sincerity and gratitude, and said loudly: "Song Mao of Taiping Mountain, thank you, senior, for helping us kill the big monster!"

But the sword cultivator, whose sword energy flowed like a waterfall like a waterfall, ignored the overtures of the dignified Taipingshan Sect Master.

The Tongye Sect's patriarch, who was in charge of the sect's precepts and genealogy, had a gloomy expression on his face.

Along the way, Song Mao was the only one who tried his best to chase down the big monster, regardless of the fear of his own life. He wished he could die together with the big monster. However, although Song Mao was the nominal number one in Taiping Mountain, his cultivation level was not the same. It’s not too high. This time when I went down the mountain, because of the incident at the Mountain Gate Prison and I didn’t dare to carry one of the mountain-protecting fairy swords, I had more ambition than strength. As for the leader of the Tongyezhou Immortal Family, the founder of the Tongye Sect, Unwilling to fight to kill the big demon with his cultivation damaged, a big demon fell to the 11th level and was still in the 11th level. The real body is huge and extremely tough. It is not easy to deal with. The overall situation has been decided. This beast will definitely not be able to escape. Out of the three people's field of vision, cut the flesh with a blunt knife, just take your time, there is no need to rush.

So when he was ordered to go out this time, the founder of the Tongye Sect in the Yupu Realm regarded it as a good job and killed the big demon that caused trouble to the Fuji Sect. In the dark, he had merits and virtues, and he could also be used by others. Ji Hai, the leader of the Fuji Sect, was grateful for the death of his Taoist companion, so although he pursued and hid him all the way without sacrificing the treasure, deep down in his heart, he was determined to win the big demon.

The head of the Jiang family, who controls the blessed land of Cloud Cave in Yugui Sect, has a face as beautiful as jade. In terms of looks alone, he is younger and more handsome than his only son Jiang Beihai. At this moment, he is smiling all over his face. He is obviously better than the sword master in Haihai. He was in a great mood after killing the big demon and letting the Tongye Sect's ancestor's plans fail. After all, he did not carry the sect's immortal weapons with huge lethality. For the sake of his good friend Lu Fang's swordsmanship, he secretly went to Ouhua Blessed Land, which was like disappearing in Tongyezhou for a period of time. There were a lot of complaints within the Jade Guizong. That's why I pushed him out, and I wanted the horse to run away but didn't let the horse eat grass. Is this the head of the Jiang family going to be passive and slow down in his work?

Song Mao, the True Lord of Taiping Mountain, who was wearing a Taoist robe and a hibiscus crown on his head, although he was a little displeased in his heart, was very clear about right and wrong. His eyes were higher than his head, and he did not put himself or Taiping Mountain in his eyes at all. He had the confidence to do so. exist. I just can’t believe that when did a swordsman with such extraordinary swordsmanship appear in Tongyezhou? Song Mao couldn't figure out the other person's character and background. He didn't know why that person drew his sword. Was he taking the opportunity to kill demons and prove his merits, or was it just a matter of injustice? Could he be coveting that big demon’s body covered in treasures? Or even want to keep it all in the pocket and not allow the three of them to get a piece of it? Song Mao naturally didn't care about the corpse of the big demon. It was just that this demon was the culprit in the chaos in Tongye Continent. It echoed the old beast of the sword-backed white ape, which made the central part of Tongye Continent have to be moved back because the demons were rampant. , let the Confucian Academy review it, and then let the Academy come forward and ask the Yin and Yang family to deduce the secret of heaven.

So Song Mao didn't know what to say for a while.

The weird swordsman looked at the Patriarch of the Tongye Sect and said two words, "Don't accept it?"

The patriarch, who was very famous in the entire Tongye Sect, said some words that concealed murderous intent, "It's best to save this big monster and bring it back to Tongye Sect. Maybe a bigger conspiracy can be revealed. You saw that the big demon was seriously injured and killed it with one sword, thus cutting off the clues. How can we follow the clues and find out the mastermind behind the scenes? Otherwise, why would the three of us pursue him so far? What a coincidence, Tongye Zongxihai is like this Guangyu, you just happened to appear on the big demon’s escape route?”

The smile on the face of the head of the Jiang family of the Jade Guizong did not change. He never found it too busy.

Song Mao was about to speak.

The unfamiliar sword cultivator, who looked like he was just a middle-aged man, said calmly: "Then let's do it."

From the beginning to the end, the sword cultivator said these two sentences.

Not convinced.

Just do it.

This is not the behavior of the gods on the mountain. Those middle and fifth realm qi practitioners halfway up the mountain may not be so vulgar. The martial arts warriors at the bottom are pretty much the same.

It was too late for Song Mao to be a peacemaker.

Another sword strike.

Only this time it was handed to the "unsatisfied" Tongye Sect Patriarch.

The old god's face changed drastically, and he couldn't utter a word. He quickly offered up a magic weapon that had been refined for thousands of years. It was an ancient ritual bell obtained from a broken cave. The bell was the first of the eight tones. This refining The ancient bronze bell, which is no more than an arm high after being transformed, hangs over the head of the ancestor of the Tongye Sect. The ancient bell is more than ten feet high, shrouding the old man. There is an inscription on the outer wall of the ancient bell about the meritorious saints of ancient Confucianism. It is as big as a fist at the moment. The words circulate quickly, and the old man stands among them, which can be described as a majestic treasure.

But after the sword energy struck his head, the old man, who thought he could at least resist for a moment, found that the ancient bell in front of him was directly split open. He did not dare to make any more effort, and swept away the ancient bronze bell with him and his life. He went out in the hope that the sword energy would weaken as he retreated thousands of feet away.

Retreat and retreat again.

More than ten miles long, a ravine appeared on the sea surface that had not been filled by sea water for a long time.

When the sword energy finally disappeared, the Tongye Sect's ancestor's face turned pale. He was shocked and even more distressed. He held the ancient clock in his hand and saw a slight scratch on it.

How much heaven and earth treasures will he need to spend to repair it like new? !

How could that sword cultivator have such power with a casual sword strike?

Not to mention Tongye Continent, let alone that small place in the north, Aquarius Continent, even Posu Continent should not have such a swordsman! Cao Xi, who refined a large river to make a flying sword on his wrist, the person responsible for guarding the Zhenhai Tower has absolutely no swordsmanship like this!

The sword cultivator slashed away the old monk with a sword, and rolled away so far that he was no longer an eyesore. He turned to the other person and asked, "Is it fun to watch?"

The smile on the face of the head of the Jiang family immediately stiffened, he cupped his fists and apologized: "How rude, I hope Senior Sword Immortal will forgive me."

The sword cultivator sneered: "Senior? You are much older than me."

On Tongyezhou Mountain, the head of the Jiang family was known for his temperament, which was not afraid of boiling water. He said sternly: "On the road of cultivation, those who are masters come first. How can I, Jiang Shangzhen, dare to compare with my predecessors?"

The sword cultivator ignored Jiang Shangzhen, whose name he had never heard of, and looked at the frightened old man farther away, "You seem to have a valuable weapon that is good at attacking. It's not bad. Can you take a look at it?"

The old master, who had suffered a lot, roughly knew the temper of this sword cultivator. He was really hotter than the old Tianjun of Taiping Mountain. How could he dare to show off that important weapon of the sect so stupidly that he could even think about that sword with his buttocks? Xiu will not give up. If someone says, "Now that you have taken out everything, don't waste it, just exchange a move and try it." Then will you accept it or not? If he didn't take the move, the people from Yu Guizong and Taipingshan were watching. If he did, it would be okay to catch the opponent's sword. But if he couldn't catch it, would he be buried with the fatal monster?

The old monk no longer dared to show off, and said quickly: "Bringing the sect's heavy weapons is just for killing monsters smoothly, and you can't show up casually."

I was full of slander in my heart.

There are such domineering and unreasonable swordsmen in the world. What are the Confucian saints doing and they don't care? !

Before the old monk felt that he was giving in and showing weakness, the sword cultivator had a little bit of brains and should have given up.

The sword cultivator had already asked: "If you don't take it out, how can you catch my second sword?"

The Patriarch of the Tongye Sect was so angry that he really thought I was a Clay Bodhisattva and had no temper at all?

Jiang Shangzhen had a straight face and was secretly happy in his heart.

I have long been dissatisfied with the Tongye Sect monk's expression of wanting to be beaten. Not only him, but also the entire Jade Gui Sect, especially his old sect leader. Given by the monks of Tongye Sect.

Song Mao, the True Lord of Taiping Mountain, said in a deep voice: "Nowadays, Tongyezhou is in chaos with demons and demons. I beg you, Senior Sword Immortal, not to draw your sword today."

The sword cultivator looked away, "Then you will take this sword?"

Song Mao said without hesitation: "Yes! Regardless of whether I can catch it or not, people from Tongye Sect and Yugui Sect are all present and will summon me to Taiping Mountain. It is Song Mao who is not as good as others. Even if I die here, Taiping Shan will never resent Senior!"

After the sword cultivator muttered Taipingshan twice, he seemed to have remembered something and said with an unprecedented smile: "You are indeed a Taoist from Taipingshan, not bad. You are the only one in Tongyezhou who can get on the stage, the rest are not worth mentioning. "

Song Mao was stunned and didn't know what to think.

The sword cultivator suppressed a little of his sword energy as a sign that he would no longer draw his sword.

Forget it, I remember Xiao Qi once mentioned this Taiping Mountain, and what did he say? He is known as an ancient chivalrous person?

The sword cultivator said: "You just take the corpse of the big demon."

Song Mao felt relieved. After sheathing his sword, he cupped his fists and said, "Thank you, Senior Sword Immortal, for killing the demon."

Jian Xiu hesitated for a moment, looked at the three of them, and asked, "Does anyone know a young man named Chen Pingan? Does anyone know where he is now?"

Song Mao and Tongye Sect's ancestor were both confused.

Jiang Shangzhen quickly weighed it in his mind and said with a smile: "I just know."

Jianxiu asked: "How to say?"

Jiang Shangzhen told this strange sword cultivator who was skilled in swordsmanship with his heart, and briefly described what he had seen and experienced in the Ouhua Paradise.

The sword cultivator nodded and said disapprovingly: "Being number one in the world in Little Blessed Land... is not bad at all."

Jiang Shangzhen asked tentatively: "Senior, do you need my help to look after you?"

The swordsman squinted, "Are you worthy?"

Jiang Shangzhen smiled helplessly and stopped talking.

The sword cultivator just left.

Getting further and further away from Tongyezhou.

He is too lazy to be a protector for anyone.

When the sword cultivator was far away, Jiang Shangzhen said with a playful smile: "Sure enough, our Haoran world is more interesting."

Song Mao asked curiously: "Do you know this Great Sword Immortal?"

Jiang Shangzhen smiled and said nothing.

The old monk of Tongye Sect who carefully returned to the two of them snorted coldly, "This man's swordsmanship is very good, but..."

Jiang Shangzhen gloated: "That's it?"

The old monk forcefully swallowed the words that came to his lips.

I was really afraid of that guy's sword, it was so unreasonable.

The next moment, the old monk felt that there was really smoke coming out of his ancestral grave.

It turned out that the sword cultivator had already returned in a flash, glanced at the old monk, and said to the man named Jiang, "The demon elixir of this big demon belongs to you."

Jiang Shangzhen cupped his fists and said with a smile: "This junior knows how to do it."

The sword cultivator was about to leave the world again.

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In the other palace in the broken dragon vein of Tongyezhou, Bai Yuan saw a tall old man wearing Taoist robes.

The young Taoist priest smiled awkwardly.

The old Taoist smiled and asked, "Are you happy that all your wishes have come true?"

The young Taoist priest said bitterly: "It's very unexpected."

Although the white ape sitting on the dragon-locking platform could not make a conspiracy plan like that of the young Taoist priest to bring disaster to half of the continent, he still had good eyesight after practicing for thousands of years.

The master of the Taoist temple is the old Taoist from the East China Sea who is said to be impossible to find.

If you want to enter the blessed land of lotus root, the world can only find the little Taoist boy carrying the big golden gourd, a group of genuine land gods, patiently negotiating a business with a little guy.

The young Taoist priest stood up and asked: "The old Taoist priest is here to do justice for heaven and kill me?"

The old Taoist sneered and said: "The sky has fallen, how can I do justice for the sky? I came here to see who has the courage and ability to covet the tung leaf umbrella I gave away."

The young Taoist priest suddenly said: "Is it the oil-paper umbrella that the little girl held in her hand?"

He sighed: "If I had known that Chen Ping'an was related to the old Taoist priest, I wouldn't have dared to offend him. Wouldn't I be asking for trouble?"

The old Taoist passed by the young Taoist and walked up the stairs to the dragon-locking platform step by step. "I have no interest in the human world. I won't kill you. It's time to let some people in the comfort zone improve their memory, otherwise they would have forgotten it." What did those old bones do back then?"

The young Taoist priest turned around, smiled and followed the old Taoist priest from Donghai Temple, climbing higher and higher step by step, "Thank you, old man, for showing mercy beyond the law."

An old Taoist said this.

Even if his plan in Tongyezhou was leaked early, it would still be half accomplished, and it might be a blessing in disguise.

After returning to the wild world, at least I no longer have to be exiled to the mountains, working as a coolie for a blind man, moving mountains one after another year after year, and putting them here and there. Others find it fun to be in them. Great demon, who doesn’t feel that life is worse than death? The key is that somehow, the overlords in the wild world never seemed to think of joining forces to pull out this big nail and throw it to the Great Sword Qi Wall.

The old Taoist walked to the dragon-locking platform, glanced at the white ape who was facing a formidable enemy, and nodded, "You little beast is quite interesting, so I'll just take advantage of it. Remember to take out your ape in the Lotus Flower Blessed Land." Swordsmanship on the back of the door.”

In an instant, the Taipingshan White Ape, who no longer had the sword to carry, disappeared on the Dragon Locking Platform.

The young Taoist priest's mind was racing, he deduced silently, and asked: "The White Ape is no longer here, old man, why don't you get straight to the point, what do you want me to do?"

The old Taoist asked, "What do you really want to do?"

The young Taoist priest admitted frankly: "I told you that I would die here at Suolong Platform, but I didn't say it anymore."

The old Taoist was a little disappointed, "I have given you a chance. You are a great demon who is at the peak of his true form and is only a few centimeters away from the Thirteenth Realm, but you don't even dare to kill Chen Ping'an, so you missed a huge opportunity. Back then, Chen Qingdu of the Great Sword Qi Wall lent Chen Pingan a sword in order to transfer certain causes and effects onto Chen Pingan's shoulders. If you kill him, you will have great merits in the wild world, and I can do the same. Taking the opportunity to bring Chen Ping'an into the Taoist temple will not only make the old scholar angry to death, but also improve his status by a big step."

The young Taoist priest was shocked.

The old Taoist smiled and said, "It's too late now."

The young Taoist priest stamped his feet, filled with regret.

The ancient dragon-locking platform underfoot rumbled, and the dark void outside the dragon-locking platform was filled with lightning and thunder.

The old Taoist said: "If you were a human being, you would have a good future as a political strategist in the world. However, as a Yin Yang practitioner, your qualifications are not very good."

The young Taoist priest nodded helplessly, "That's true."

The old Taoist suddenly said something very meaningful, "Actually, if you, the younger generation of the two worlds, were born earlier and were lucky enough to survive to this day, many of you would be fine."

The young Taoist priest fell into deep thought.

The old Taoist put his hands behind his back and stretched out his hand to grab it. The lightning and thunder outside the Dragon Locking Platform broke through the restrictions and rules one after another and rushed into the Dragon Locking Platform. They gathered together in the palm of the old Taoist's hand and finally formed a thunder and lightning ball the size of a fist.

Seeing this scene, the young Taoist priest had to stop his thoughts and smile bitterly.

This is the difference.

It doesn’t even have anything to do with level of realm.

The old Taoist put the thunderbolt into his sleeve and said softly: "One of the hundreds of schools of thought that the old scholar looked down on, but one of them revealed the greatest secret to the world."

The young Taoist priest's eyes were hot, "I beg the seniors to help the juniors clear up their doubts!"

The old Taoist turned his head with cold eyes, "You are a monster, you keep calling me senior, calling yourself junior? Are you calling me an old beast?"

Don't give young Taoist priests any chance.

The already mutilated soul floated out of the carefully selected skin, and the old Taoist stretched out his hand to strangle his neck, while the body of the "young Taoist priest from Taiping Mountain" fell limply to the ground, and just like the white ape, disappeared out of thin air.

Only the hibiscus crown, one of the three Taoist religions, was left on the dragon-locking platform.

The old Taoist waved his hand casually, and the demon's soul transformed into a human form, still looking like a young Taoist priest. It hit the ground heavily, with pain on his face. Even so, he still quickly took the hibiscus Taoist crown into his hand and hurriedly put it on. On the head.

Although in order to successfully cross the Great Wall of Sword Qi, he had to hide himself with one soul and four souls, so that he could leave the wild world, walk into the upside-down mountain, and finally come to Tongye Island.

However, after practicing in the vast world for so long, and his skin was extremely good, he finally reached the twelfth realm of immortals.

But in the hands of an experienced Taoist, there is no way to fight back.

The old Taoist said slowly: "Someone once said, 'If you take half of a one-foot stick in a day, it will last forever.'"

The big demon, relying on the hibiscus crown to stabilize his soul, said with difficulty: "It is one of the most famous knowledge of the founder of the famous school. I have seen it many times in various books, but I have never thought about it seriously."

The old Taoist sneered: "So you are stupid."

The big demon with only his soul and no body left, wearing a hibiscus crown, was worried in his heart. He had never missed his hometown so much.

The old Taoist turned his head and said with a smile: "I have erased the restrictions on the narrow knife Zingxue that was a relic from the past. Do you mind?"

The big demon shook his head and said nothing.

The old Taoist laughed and said: "You don't even know how to flatter me, you deserve this disaster."

The big demon was confused.

The old Taoist has stepped into the void and left.

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When Chen Pingan unfolded the natal scroll on the right side of Sui Dynasty, he threw in a gold and copper coin.

There was a light rain in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom in Lotus Flower Blessed Land.

In early winter, although the rain is not heavy, it is still a bit annoying.

A group of four people were walking on the street. The young man at the head was an indistinguishable male and female. He was very handsome. He was holding a folding fan in the middle of winter. He did not open it and gently tapped his palms. In the eyes of the people of Nanyuan Kingdom, if they were not really good-looking, they would be... He is really an arty vulgar person.

The four of them were walking on a street. The young man looked around and marveled.

There was a Mengtong named Cao Qinglang. He had already walked to the street from his shabby alley, but it rained suddenly, so he had to run home and get an oil-paper umbrella. Now he walked to the corner of the street and saw it from a distance. The group of people looked with wide eyes full of hope, but after vaguely seeing the face of the young master, he was not the person he hoped for. Cao Qinglang was a little disappointed, and walked quickly to the school alone. Mr. Zhong teaches and doesn’t like others being late.

Cao Qinglang couldn't see the young master clearly.

However, the latter saw him clearly. As a banished immortal who retained his cultivation and landed in the Ouhua Blessed Land with his true body and complete soul, Lu Tai became one of the latest ten people in the world as soon as he landed.

As for the three subordinates behind him, they have the same treatment, but they are limited by their poor foundation in Haoran World and their young age. Therefore, they are the second-rate top masters in this world, and they are still some distance from the first-rate grandmasters.

Huan Yin, who almost suffered a nervous breakdown in that disaster, changed his family and joined Huang Shang, a young Taoist priest in Lutai.

The surname of the outsider of Feiying Castle is Junyan, and Tao Xieyang is the chess piece that the Five Mountains True Form Crown Golden Pill Evil Cultivator on his head nailed into the interior of Feiying Castle.

Now all three of them are registered disciples of Lu Tai.

Lu Tai came to a street adjacent to Zhuangyuan Lane. There was a martial arts hall nearby. Lu Tai looked at a small house that was once the place where Ding Ying and Ya'er stayed after entering the capital. It was regarded as a place of the Demon Sect in Nanyuan Kingdom. The stronghold was that after the end of the war, the national master Zhongqiu kept this house. Lu Tai smiled and said: "From now on, this will be my private residence."

He turned his head and ordered the three of them: "Huang Shang, if you go to the Hushan Sect, how much you can learn from Yu Zhenyi depends on your own destiny."

"As for Tao Xieyang and Huan Yin, you two can wander around this blessed place as you like. Tao Xieyang can pay more attention to Longwu General Tang Tieyi, and Huan Yin can get close to the Arm Saint Cheng Yuanshan outside the wall."

"After Jiazi, if you can't be among the top ten in the world, then you can become the nourishment of this blessed place. May you be blessed. I have given you the things you need to save your life, and you will still be drowned here. In this small arena, I feel that bringing you down here is a waste of money."

Lu Tai waved his hand, and the three of them respectfully said goodbye and left.

Not far away stood a Confucian scholar in a blue shirt with slightly frosted temples. He was exactly the kind of master in Cao Qinglang's eyes. It was not the naughty and sleepy school boys who were late today, but the unsmiling old master himself.

Lu Tai smiled and looked at Imperial Master Zhong Qiu, "Chen Ping'an and I are friends. I have experienced Imperial Master Zhong's style with my own eyes, so I chose to take root in Nanyuan Kingdom."

Zhong Qiu nodded, "In that case, I'll wait and see. I still hope you won't have any scruples, even if you are Chen Pingan's friend."

With a snap, Lu Tai opened his elegant bamboo fan, gently fanned the breeze and drizzle, and said with a smile: "Have you ever thought about going to see the scenery outside in sixty years?"

Zhong Qiu shook his head, turned and left.

Lu Tai didn't take it seriously and turned to look at the door of the house. After a year of wind and sun, the door god posted was already a little old. He said to himself: "It's almost the Chinese New Year. The door god needs to be changed and the Spring Festival couplets need to be posted. What's more?" We need to hire some pretty girls who are more pleasing to our eyes as maids, or else we should go to Chunchao Palace and ask Zhou Shi, the hairpin man, for how many of them we want?"

After Chen Ping'an threw the second gold and copper coin into the scroll.

In the Hushan Sect of Songlai Country, there was a thin continuous rain of sunshine, and no one made a fuss except for the leader, Yu Zhenyi, who looked like a child and wielded a sword in the sky.

Yu Zhenyi's sword was hovering at a very high place. The strong wind in the sky made his Taoist robes rustle, and he said softly: "The storm is coming."

In an official residence in the capital city of Nanyuan Kingdom, a young man had just walked out of the library holding books. Suddenly something fell from the sky and fell in front of him, almost hitting him. The young man was startled.

If you look closely, you can see that it is a small white ape covered in blood, lean and lean.

The little guy was lying on the ground with a dejected expression, his eyes even more confused than that of the boy holding the book.

And on the border of the Northern Jin Kingdom in the Lotus Flower Land, a young Taoist priest stood by the lake and looked at the mirror in the lake, murmuring repeatedly: "Who am I? Who am I?"

Finally, with a splitting headache, he squatted down holding his head.

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Inside the ruined temple, the atmosphere was strange.

Everyone sat around the campfire.

Chen Pingan only said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Zhu Lian rejected the porcelain bottle handed over by Chen Ping'an, saying that it was best to use it to stretch the muscles and bones of this injury, so there was no need to waste the young master's elixir.

Then he glanced at Sui Youyou, who was already in the golden body state. The martial madman asked with a smile: "Master, I also have something to say, which I can't understand."

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "Let's talk about it."

Zhu Lian's body was covered in blood, with many bones exposed, but he still smiled as usual, "'After eating one penny, eleven to ten, and then stop', what do you mean?"

Sui Zuoyi suddenly stood up, her murderous intent rising sharply, but she found that Chen Pingan had never returned the Infatuated Heart Sword to her after taking it away.

Sui Zuo stared at the rickety old man, "Zhu Lian, why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

Chen Pingan said slowly: "It should be said that every time you die, after I use a golden copper coin to invite you out of the scroll again, your highest martial arts achievements in the future will be from the legendary eleventh martial arts realm, the Martial God Realm. ', fell to the tenth realm. After eating two, you can only become a master of the ninth realm, the so-called mountain top realm, the end of martial arts in the eyes of ordinary martial artists."

Sui's right side looked sad and murderous.

I hate Zhu Lian and Chen Pingan even more, I can't restrain myself.

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "I understand, thank you young master for clarifying my doubts."

Chen Ping'an suddenly stood up and walked straight out of the temple, "Sui Zuoyi, come with me out. I have something to tell you."

Sui's eyes on the right side of the temple were cold.

Chen Ping'an still didn't look back and crossed the threshold, "Within one stick of incense, if you don't go out to find me, I will burn the scroll. You don't have to pay back the two gold coins you owe me."

Sui Youyou walked out of the ruined temple expressionlessly and quickly followed the figure walking on the mountain road.

Chen Ping'an followed Sui You on the right, seemingly not caring whether she would go on a rampage to kill someone, and said slowly: "If your mood is bad, how can you practice swordsmanship in the future? You Sui You only have this little mind, I don't think you actually need it at all. Now that you’re practicing swordsmanship, you won’t be able to get to the top regardless of whether you are restrained by the old Taoist from the East China Sea.”

Sui's right finger moved slightly.

Chen Pingan was still walking slowly in front, but said calmly: "You will die. If you really want to die, I have something to say to you before you die."

Sui's right side was silent.

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A quarter of an hour later, Chen Pingan and Sui Youyou returned to the ruined temple one after the other.

Although Sui Youyou's face looked very bad, her mood seemed to have improved. She no longer had any murderous intent, nor did she have the crazy desire to destroy the temple and bury her with everyone because of the collapse of her martial arts.

The two sat by the fire again.

Chen Pingan took Pei Qian's rice bowl and chopsticks and started eating his second bowl of rice tonight. The flatterer Pei Qian was still squatting next to him, holding a small jar of pickles in his hands. Chen Pingan looked around and asked with a smile: "You guys Do you have any thoughts after arriving in this strange world?"

The four of them were silent for a moment, and Lu Baixiang took the lead and said with a smile: "What's going on in the mountains? Songhua makes wine, spring water makes tea, and I wish you great freedom."

Zhu Lian chuckled and said: "The world is full of emotions, but the white porcelain plum soup in midsummer makes a clanging sound when the broken ice hits the wall. I wish to win the heart of a beautiful woman."

Wei Xian thought for a while and said something suitable for his status as the founding emperor, "Killed a million soldiers, the sword is still bloody."

Pei Qian glared and said, "Old Wei, what the hell, can't you speak properly?"

Wei Xian nodded, "This is a poem sent to me by a literati from Nanyuan. If I were to recite the poem myself, it would be... The heavy rain came down, and the price of firewood and rice increased. The benches were used as firewood, which scared the bed. "

Pei Qian then nodded and smiled: "Old Wei, this poem is much better than the previous one. I can understand it."

Wei Xian smiled and said, "Back then, there were many great literati who honestly said that I did have some literary talent."

Pei Qian rolled his eyes.

On the right side of the Sui Dynasty, he thought to himself and said: "I would like to follow the master to the altar of heaven and sweep away the fallen flowers with the immortals."

Pei Qian, who was next to Chen Pingan at the end, smiled and asked, "You are the only one left."

Pei Qian was surprised and said shyly: "I haven't read much yet, and I can't write poetry yet."

Chen Pingan took a big mouthful of rice, picked up some pickled vegetables with chopsticks, and said with a smile, "I didn't ask you to write a poem either."

Pei Qian said oh, and said in high spirits, "Then I really said what I said, don't be angry, don't curse me!"

Chen Pingan nodded.

Pei Qian said loudly: "I want to read the slimmest books, eat the most expensive dishes, scold the worst people, and beat the wildest dogs!"

Chen Pingan almost choked on his rice.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Pei Qian thought that his ambition was not big enough. He glanced at the hiking pole at his feet and quickly added: "How about... add another one to poke the biggest hornet's nest?!"

Wei Xian said with a straight face: "At such a young age, you have such ambitions to be a king."

Pei Qian grinned at Old Wei and held out his thumb, "Old Wei, you are better! You are very discerning. No wonder you can become an emperor. Alas, you are a little poorer now."

Chen Ping'an shook his head, and then laughed too.

Outside the ruined temple, the rain stopped.