People in the Central Plains Province were not the only ones who heard the thunder.

Thunder rolled through the depths of the clouds, the sound waves spread, and finally turned into a soft sound between heaven and earth, and then disappeared without a trace.

Beihai Wang family.

Imperial Soldier Mountain.

Xuan Xuanzi, the master of Central Continent metaphysics who was visiting Emperor Bingshan, suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky.

The night is over and dawn is coming.

The Emperor Bing Mountain is emitting a misty light. Looking into the sky from the Emperor Bing Mountain, the distant sky is still dark with night colors.

All became stiff.

"Taoist Priest?"

Wang Xiaoyao, who was sitting opposite Xuan Xuanzi, was a little surprised.

It has been seven days since Xuanxuanzi came to Emperor Bingshan.

Except for the first day when Wang Tianzong met Xuan Xuanzi in person, Wang Xiaoyao usually stayed with him on the rest of the days.

Many things in Imperial Soldier Mountain are like this.

Xuan Xuanzi didn't feel slighted either.

Wang Xiaoyao's status is noble enough.

And if Wang Xiaoyao doesn't want to be disliked, he is definitely a character that is difficult to dislike.

Wang Xiaoyao's popularity is the best among the Wang family in Beihai, whether on the mountain or at the foot of the mountain.

When there are disagreements within the Wang family in Beihai, Wang Xiaoyao usually steps in to act as the peacemaker.

When there was friction among the southeastern factions, it was Wang Xiaoyao who stepped in to mediate.

He could even sit and chat and laugh with Gu Xingyun, the great elder of Kunlun City, naturally.

There never seemed to be any enemy or friend in his mind.

So everyone can feel his sincerity.

Wang Tianzong is happy and calm.

So whenever there was an important guest on Dibing Mountain, Wang Xiaoyao would accompany them.

Wang Xiaoyao and Xuan Xuanzi had a good relationship, and they were friends for many years. For Xuan Xuanzi, sitting with Wang Xiaoyao was even more comfortable than when he faced Wang Tianzong.

"listen."

Xuan Xuanzi said in a deep voice, he was still wearing a clean Taoist robe, holding a whisk in his hand, with a childlike face and white hair, and an air of immortality as if he were among the gods.

"Listen to what?"

Wang Xiaoyao looked helpless. He had been with Xuan Xuanzi for a long time, and he had become accustomed to the occasional nagging from this master of metaphysics.

The place where the two of them were was one of the most suitable places for viewing in Emperor Bing Mountain. Wang Xiaoyao and Xuan Xuanzi were originally waiting for the sunrise, but now that the sun had just started to rise, Xuan Xuanzi was so excited that Wang Xiaoyao couldn't even think about it.

clear.

"Dragon Roar!"

Xuan Xuanzi's deep tone contained a deep solemnity that could not be overcome.

He actually didn't hear the thunder.

But at that moment, he really vaguely heard the roar of a dragon.

He looked towards the direction of the Central Plains Province, pondered for a long time, and then slowly said: "The dragon is in the Central Plains."

He suddenly turned around and looked at Wang Xiaoyao, and said seriously: "I have to meet His Majesty the Sword Emperor now. This matter is related to the success or failure of my trip, so hurry up!"

Wang Xiaoyao glanced at him and took out his cell phone without saying anything.

Dawn breaks in the sky.

The morning breeze rose on the Imperial Army Mountain.

The snow-white dust in Xuan Xuanzi's hand suddenly moved with the wind.

The white threads at the front of the floating dust fluttered up and stood upright, trembling gently with the wind, like a pale flower without any color.

The invisible wind between heaven and earth penetrated the entire floating dust.

Xuan Xuanzi's face changed drastically.

"Snapped!"

A crisp and clear voice sounded on the Imperial Army Mountain.

In Wang Xiaoyao's suddenly focused gaze, the floating dust in Xuan Xuanzi's hand suddenly exploded.

Xuan Xuanzi spurted out a mouthful of blood.

There were spots of blood, staining the broken dust red.

White mist rose from the pavilion on Emperor Bing Mountain.

Thick fog suddenly rose, covering a large area of ​​mountains and fields.

White mist filled the sky amid Xuan Xuanzi's extremely angry breathing.

The mist is spreading and condensing.

The mountains and fields washed by the white mist become increasingly green.

The white fog is rising.

The morning light is fully on.

The bright morning sun jumped out of the endless sea in the east, golden light fell down, and the white mist floating high in the sky turned into a cloud.

The clouds and mist drifted farther and farther away, and finally disappeared completely.

Xuan Xuanzi, who had a pale face and blood on the corners of his mouth, stared at the direction where the clouds and mist disappeared.

In front of him, the fragments of floating dust had completely disappeared.

"Old bald donkey!"

Xuan Xuanzi gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes full of resentment: "The ghost is still here!"

"Taoist Priest!"

Wang Xiaoyao finally reacted to the shocking change in front of him. He took a step forward and helped Xuan Xuanzi sit down: "What on earth is going on?"

Xuan Xuanzi took a deep breath.

In a very short period of time, his originally white and shiny hair completely dimmed and turned into an old gray.

His trembling palms wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly tightened his grip on Wang Xiaoyao.

"I want to see His Majesty the Sword Emperor now!"

He looked into Wang Xiaoyao's eyes seriously.

The distance between the two of them is very close.

Wang Xiaoyao could clearly see the ferocious light in the other person's eyes.

The weather is completely bright.

The long night turned into day.

sunny.

In the early morning at Dibing Mountain in early summer, there was a smattering of birdsong and the fragrance of flowers.

A violent thunder suddenly broke the silence on the Imperial Army Mountain.

A deep and dazzling blue suddenly appeared on the top of the Imperial Army Mountain.

The boundless sword intent exploded on the top of the mountain.

The sword intent surged and roared on the Imperial Army Mountain.

The angry sea at the foot of the mountain began to surge, and the waves hit the cliff crazily. The sound of the tide boiled with the spreading sword intent.

The faint blue on the top of the mountain keeps spreading.

It blocked the sunlight, distorted the space, and the sound of wind spread in the light.

In the silent world, for a time, there were only thousands of extremely bright and dazzling thunder lights.

Lightning spread freely in mid-air.

In the blink of an eye, the lightning that blocked the sun had merged together and turned into a giant sword hundreds of meters long.

The giant sword was spinning in the air, and the sword was falling like rain.

Wang Xiaoyao looked at the top of the mountain with a surprised look on his face.

"Shengxiao breaks through!"
To be continued...