At this moment, on the snowy plain.

The battle was already at a fever pitch, and the roaring rumblings, combined with the heavy rain, illuminated the Xuanyuan family all over the place.

Xuanyuan Guoqi and his two sons stared blankly in the direction of Daxueping.

Then, their whole bodies were shaking.

Why are you trembling?

Because of what that voice said.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng asked the ancestors to die!

Who said this?

He is the well-known wimp of the Xuanyuan family, and the eldest grandson of the Xuanyuan family who has studied death for more than forty years.

Is he that useless scholar who has no power to restrain a chicken?

How could it be him?

But, that's clearly him!

It is precisely because of this that everyone in Huishan Mountain is shocked, like a bolt from the blue.

Coupled with the thunderous weather in Daxueping!

He, that man, really has such power!

In another place, which was a women's boudoir, a beautiful woman was laughing miserably, clutching the sheets tightly with her fingers, looking in the direction of the snowy plain.

Is that man really her husband?

That incompetent waste that he has spurned all his life?

Is the person who is saying that he invites his ancestors to die on the snowy plain and causing such a scene really to be Xuanyuan Jingcheng?

This is such a satire and joke.

It's like God's most tragic retribution for her!

On the snowy plain.

Xuanyuan Dapan faced the attack of his eldest grandson and laughed gloomily: "You read about the resonance of heaven and earth, so what if you enter the sky? You are disrespectful and attack your own grandfather. This is what you read about the saint from the book.

Does it make sense?"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said calmly: "It is because of you that the Xuanyuan family is so filthy all over the mountain. You have already led the Xuanyuan family to a dead end. Jingcheng is incompetent and cannot calm the world as the sage said, but you can

Able to clean a house."

"Today, my ancestor will die and bring a new atmosphere to the Xuanyuan family!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xuanyuan Jingcheng held his hands emptyly, just like a saint embracing the heaven and earth. Suddenly, a tornado from the sky swept across the entire Daxueping.

Xuanyuan Dapan's eyes were gloomy: "The celestial phenomena and the vast universe are indeed the highest realm for scholars, but don't forget that your ancestor's realm is half a step above the land gods!"

"Today, it's not you who kills your ancestors, it's your grandfather and I who kill our relatives out of righteousness!"

Xuanyuan Dapan punched forward with a powerful punch. He wanted to imitate Wang Xianzhi and take the path of proving the Tao through strength. Although he was not as good as Dong Shi, he still had some strength.

With one punch, the wind suddenly died down and the clouds disappeared.

But at this time, Xuanyuan Jingcheng's sleeves bulged and he said softly: "Since our ancestors are land gods, what if I become a land god too?"

The pupils in Xuanyuan Dapan's eyes contracted, and he immediately laughed wildly: "Become a saint in advance. I'm afraid that if you don't support me to death, you will have to run out of oil first!"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said: "That's enough."

With one step, the man was already approaching Xuanyuan Dapan, and with another punch, it was the power of a land god and a Confucian saint.

Another punch, another punch...

The fist landed on Xuanyuan Dapan's body.

In an instant, the snowy plain was like beating drums, shaking the sky!

Two figures appeared anywhere in the Daxueping, falling from the sky to the ground. Xuanyuan Dapan's gloomy voice came from the voice: "You will never last long in this realm!"

The power of the Confucian saint actually stabilized him, a half-step heavenly being!

As long as he waits for Xuanyuan Jingcheng to overdraw the saint's power to the limit, he will be able to win without a fight.

"No need to wait any longer, this blow will invite our ancestors to return to the west!"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng turned his palms over and lifted the Xuanyuan Great Rock into the sky. Then, following on top of it, the awe-inspiring holy sound reached far and wide.

"Xuanyuan Jingcheng uses the body of a saint to ask God to come to the world and clean up the dust!"

boom!

A dazzling light illuminated the entire Huishan Mountains.

All the people who arrived at Daxueping had pale faces illuminated by the lightning.

Then, a woman in purple rushed forward crazily.

The lightning flashed away.

A cloud of white ash fell from the sky.

Dead?

Are Xuanyuan Jingcheng and the ancestor dead?

At this moment, Zhou Yi looked calm and looked at the sky, as if waiting.

Ping'er raised her head and looked.

But in the dark night sky, nothing could be seen.

There is only heavy rain, as if God is mourning for a saint.

At this moment, on the snowy plain, everyone in the Xuanyuan family looked at the purple clothes where the ashes had fallen.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng.

At this moment, her thin figure was shaking and whimpering in the rain, muttering: "Why don't you even give me a chance to apologize to you?"

At this moment, she was so helpless.

Xu Fengnian couldn't help but be touched by Xuanyuan Jingcheng's great ambition. He walked over silently and held up an umbrella for the purple-clad man.

Li Chungang's eyes were filled with sadness.

This situation was so similar to that scene back then that he seemed to be unable to tell whether the purple clothes or the green clothes before him were the ones before him.

When he carried the woman up to Longhu Mountain to beg Qi Xuanzhen, it was still raining heavily and he was holding an umbrella.

At this time, Zhou Yi's faint words came from his ears and hit Li Chungang's heart.

"Time has always left only hatred, not people."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Yi's mood changed.

"But if people can have no regrets, what can time do?"

At this moment, Li Chungang looked up at the pouring rain.

Suddenly, a loud voice shouted: "Here comes the sword!"

From Huishan Mountain up and down, all those who were wearing swords suddenly flew out towards Daxueping with their sword hilts trembling.

Even the swords of the three thousand yellow-robed Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain, thousands of miles away, were all unsheathed and flying towards them in a mighty force.

On this day, the sword god Li Chungang once again entered the land sword immortal realm.

Someone on Longhu Mountain was furious.

"Li Chungang..."

Above the snowy plain, Xuanyuan Qingfeng was sobbing. Suddenly, a middle-aged man appeared behind Xu Fengnian, who was holding an umbrella for her, and said warmly: "Feng'er, don't cry."

Everyone on the snowy plain was suddenly shaken again.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng is still alive!

Zhou Yi looked calm. With the Xuantian Ancestral Divine Leaf lending him strength, there was no need to worry about the backlash. What's more, Xuantian Ancestor Divine Leaf didn't need to borrow it at all. Just now, he completely plundered the vitality of heaven and earth and helped Xuanyuan Jingcheng enter the realm of Confucian saints.

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Suddenly, at this moment.

The carriage rattled as if it was stepping on the air.

There were bursts of laughter in the sky, and a familiar poetic chant came from outside Emperor Wu's city.

"The man calls Nangong's name with hatred, the king raises his angry eyebrows and kills the whole world!"

"The remaining Xuantian Ancestor Shenye, Nangong hates that it's been a long time since we last seen this day!"

Suddenly, a domineering figure appeared from a carriage high in the sky.

On the other side of Longhu Mountain, everyone suddenly fell silent, not daring to say another word. They looked a little dejected and hurriedly retreated inside the mountain gate.
To be continued...