Deep in the roots of the mountain, wisps of avenues and rules run across it, creating a lush scenery. Deep in the rules of the avenue, a cage appears for no apparent reason. At this time, the cage is pitch black, imprisoning the legendary Lin Baiyi.
Lin Zhao was in a dark world and could only share Leng Yan's vision. At this time, Leng Yan had just ascended the mountain with his sword when he saw Liu Liying being killed by the eleventh realm of the demon clan.
Liu Liying even wanted to hide in the mural, but Zhou Hai cut off the escape route left for her.
How vicious are the methods of the demon monk?
"Liying..."
Lin Zhao sighed with tears in his eyes. After all, he had betrayed everyone. Liu Liying could have left, but she didn't. She just wanted to die with him.
Everything the demon clan did to the Snowy Tianchi and the Mountain Top Villa, if these are not considered blood feuds, then what is?
His body was shaking slightly, perhaps because of anger, or perhaps because of the weakness of being online for a long time. He had already sworn in his heart that as long as he could restore his account and get out of this cage, he would pay with blood and follow the general trend of the world.
Destroy the demon clan and destroy the world of neon clothes!
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Fusu Great Wall.
It is pitch dark on the top of the city, and there are no sword cultivators or warriors guarding the city. Most of the people will go to Dongyi Linhai to avoid the disaster of the Fusu Great Wall. After all, in the near future, this Fusu
The Great Wall will no longer exist, and the true meaning of swordsmanship will be dispersed when the Soldier Saint retrieves his sword. At that time, the Fusu Great Wall will no longer be so indestructible.
"Liying..."
On the top of the city, a young swordsman in a blue gown sat quietly on the battlement, looking into the distance with tears streaming down his face, and murmured: "It's because the fish in my pond are incompetent, it's because the fish in my pond are too useless."
, if I were a fourteenth realm sword cultivator, the mountain master might not have died, and you wouldn’t have died either. The fish in my pond kept saying that you belong to me, but in the end I could only watch you being killed.
kill……"
Goose feathers and heavy snow fall in the air.
On the side, a tall and thick-set man frowned. It was Liu Xilu, a native warrior of the Fusu Great Wall. He gently patted the fish in the pond on the shoulder and said: "Brother Chi, don't be too sad... Mountain Top Villa,
All sects are loyal and loyal, and monks all over the world respect them. This blood feud... We will go with you in the future to make the demon clan pay for it with blood!"
"yes……"
On the other side, Qin Yu, a natural-born swordsman, frowned and said: "Fish in the pond, mourning is of no use at all. We should think about the subsequent plan. Lin Zhao arranged for you to go from Fusu Great Wall to Dongyi Linhai before he died.
, so...everything still depends on your decision."
"knew."
The fish in the pond waved his hands: "Qin Yu, Liu Xilu, you go and pass the order, light the beacons on the Fusu Great Wall, and let everyone set off immediately to the Dongyi Forest Sea. The Snowy Tianchi has been breached, and the demon clan's army
It's coming in an instant, and Xijianjiang won't be able to resist it for long."
"Um."
The two of them turned around and rode away into the wind. Suddenly, sparks lit up on the Fusu Great Wall. Horns sounded in the city. Countless Fusu Great Wall monks dragged their families and families and headed eastward in the wind and snow.
The fish in the pond wiped away his tears and looked at the mountain top garden with the water moon. He also wanted to see Liu Liying again. He was afraid that he would never see her again in this life. When he thought of this, the fish in the pond shed tears.
It's more like a bead curtain falling down like a broken thread.
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Tianchi in the snow, a garden on the top of the mountain.
Zhou Hai cut off the mural where Liu Liying was hiding with one sword. He seemed to still feel angry. He fired dozens of swords again. It was not until the entire mural was turned into powder that he felt truly relieved.
He kicked his feet on the bluestone, causing cracks, and then he sneered.
"If you want to die, I will send you to death. You don't know how to praise me!"
Zhou Hai frowned, raised his sword and floated away, heading straight for Tiantianju. Chen Rusong was catching Dongzang alive, so Zhou Hai raided Tiantianju to see if there were any good things left.
Just as Zhou Hai left with his sword, a wisp of shadow appeared in the nearby forest along with the fallen leaves. It was Lin Zhujie.
In fact, Lin Zhujie's palm was already on the hilt of the sword. Just now, he really wanted to chop off Zhou Hai's head with one sword. Moreover, with Lin Zhujie's cultivation level and a sneak attack, the possibility of killing him with one sword was extremely high.
Big, but this would be tantamount to really breaking up with Zushan, which is something Lin Zhujie can't do.
He has always had a grudge in his heart. On the human side, Lin Zhaohe and Shanding Villa treated him kindly, Lin Zhujie, which was not a reason to turn against the demon clan.
Could it be that the Demon Ancestor was not good to him when he was growing up in Zushan? Zushan was not good to him?
Lin Zhujie is a demon with a conscience. Both sides are actually good to him, so he can't hurt either side. The demon clan and the human race just have different stances. All Lin Zhujie can do is walk on thin ice, looking for someone he can control.
It's just space.
He floated over and landed in front of Qingyan.
Looking down at the fragments of murals on the ground, Liu Liying had indeed lost her life.
However, he is Lin Zhujie, the most talented twelve-level demon in the Demon Clan's ancestral mountain, Yu Insight. Therefore, on the stone wall that was scratched by the sword energy, Lin Zhujie still caught a trace of Liu Liying.
There is even a trace of soul left in that breath.
Suddenly, Lin Zhujie was ecstatic. He hurriedly picked up a piece of green leaf, bit his index finger, and splashed a drop of his life essence blood into the green leaf. He then waved his hand gently, and the green leaf turned into a touch of verdant artistic conception.
In the rock wall, Lin Zhujie's natal magical power immediately became clear without a trace, as if nothing had happened.
But in fact, a wisp of Liu Liying's soul and energy were sealed in the stone wall. This unremarkable mountain top rock in front of her was the only chance for Liu Liying to be reborn in the future.
After doing all this, Lin Zhujie flexed his body and transformed into the figure of a stick insect again, flying towards the natural habitat.
He will do anything he can to help, in every aspect.
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Natural home.
As the honest and honest pine forest concept rolled past like waves, Dong Zang let out a miserable groan, vomiting blood continuously from his mouth, and his apricot yellow dress was almost stained red with blood. At this time, Dong Zang had already fallen into the eleventh realm.
If you are on the edge of the realm, if you suffer a little more trauma, you may fall to the middle five realms.
"Come!"
At this moment, Chen Rusong opened his big hand, and suddenly a huge golden palm covering dozens of feet was formed. The magical power of the thirteenth realm was something Dongzang, an eleventh-level apricot girl who was not familiar with magic, could compete with.
In an instant, Dongzang was involuntarily held in Chen Rusong's palm. Then, her whole body quickly shrank and turned into a wisp of firefly in Chen Rusong's palm.
"snort!"
Chen Rusong sneered, took out an extremely delicate golden treasure lamp-shaped lamp from his sleeves, put in the fireflies that Dongzang had turned into, and immediately lit the lamp. Immediately, he hid the lamp in his sleeve.
, sneered and said: "I have imprisoned you for fifty years. If you don't die within these fifty years, I, Chen Rusong, will let you live if you break through the fourteenth realm. If you can't bear the crushing of this avenue, your spiritual energy will be exhausted and you will die."
If you die, you won't be able to blame anyone else."
"Yo~~~"
Not far away, Zhou Hai landed on the roof of Tiantianju, looked at Chen Rusong, leaned on his sword and said with a smile: "Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Chen, the wood spirit of this eleventh-level apricot girl is so strong, I am afraid that Fellow Daoist Chen, a spirit from the lower realms,
The throne of supremacy will be secure."
Chen Rusong smiled slightly: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Zhou, I have got what I want. This is a natural place to live. I ask Fellow Daoist Zhou to accept it. I will never compete for any chance."
After all, although Chen Rusong is a guest of Zushan, he is still a Jingmei and an outsider. Even if Zhou Hai is just an Eleventh-level sword cultivator, he is still a member of the demon clan, so Chen Rusong is determined not to have any quarrel with Zhou Hai.
Conflictingly, as for Lin Baiyi's collection, there may be good things in it, but I am no longer interested.
"Thank you very much!"
Zhou Hai clasped his fists and smiled, this Chen Rusong is still sensible.
"gone."
Chen Rusong smiled faintly, wrapped his long sleeves, soared into the sky, and returned to the world of the demon clan. He promised the demon ancestor that he could leave after breaking through the snowy Tianchi. After all, this was the first battle and the most difficult battle.
In the dense forest, the figure of a stick insect is hidden under the flying snow. It is the bamboo stick in the forest.
Lin Zhujie saw everything in his eyes. Dongzang was taken away by Chen Rusong after putting a treasure lantern into him. He was afraid that he wanted to refine Dongzang's essence. For a moment, Lin Zhujie frowned and turned into an afterimage.
Leaving the snowy Tianchi, we followed Chen Rusong towards the north.
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Upper bound, Shenjian Mountain.
A wisp of green figure fell from the sky. It was Lin Qingqing, the great swordsman of the Thirteenth Realm. Lin Qingqing had just finished fighting against the inner demon army. There were burnt marks of the inner demons on his arms, legs, shoulders, and even the side of his face. Fortunately, the Thirteenth Realm Sword Immortal was.
Immortal's recovery ability is extremely strong. Such injuries can be recovered quickly as long as the sword energy nourishes the physical body for a period of time.
On the edge of the cliff of Shenjian Mountain, a little girl pursed her lips and sat quietly on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the lower realm.
She has no cultivation, not even a first-level sword cultivation, but on the side of the righteous path in the upper world, no one will look down upon her. After all, this is a person who is born with a sword and a mind that can connect with the gods. Although she has lost her ability in the iteration of time and body,
She has lost all her cultivation, but as long as she is given a period of time, there is absolutely no problem in returning to the top.
And this little girl is the Su Qingjiu that Mr. Fu Sheng brought back to the upper world. In other words, it is the Su Qingjiu that was on the snowy Tianchi more than a hundred years ago, fused with the Su Qingjiu that was killed in the painting.
Memory, rebirth of Su Qingjiu.
Mr. Fu Sheng also has to take care of Wenlin's affairs, so entrusting Su Qingjiu to her master Lin Qingqing is naturally the most reasonable thing. Moreover, Shen Jianshan is very close to the Taoist ancestral home, and there are Taoist saints and Wei Huarou.
If you help take care of it, there will never be any accidents.
"Master..."
Su Qingjiu looked at the scene in the lower world with tears on her face: "Sister Liying and Sister Dongzang have already..."
"It's fine."
Lin Qingqing gently stroked the little girl's head and said softly: "What we have to do is to practice hard and return to the Thirteenth Realm in the shortest possible time, and then go to the lower realm to kill those bastards and avenge Brother Lin Zhao!"
"Brother Lin Zhao..."
As soon as the little girl heard these four words, she cried even harder.