Six hundred and seventieth chapters exile immortal
"..."
Lin Zhao frowned, the hilt of the Liquan sword behind him was buzzing, and it seemed that he couldn't help but take out the sheath to teach these two three-level sword cultivators who didn't know the heights and heights of the world. It was so rude, how could they talk to the nine-level sword cultivator?
of!?
However, Lin Zhao suppressed his anger and smiled slightly: "If you don't let me go up, I won't let you go up... Han Wangshu is just a nine-level sword cultivator, how powerful can the few sword intentions left behind be? You guys
The sword cultivators in Baihua Tianxia are really interesting. If you like to observe them so much, I will also chop a sword for you. Remember to kneel down and observe them from now on!"
As he spoke, Lin Zhao raised his hand and pulled out Liquan, and then swung his sword across a mountain wall on the side. Suddenly, a sonorous sound resounded. The sword was full of sword intent and brought out a two-meter long sword on a stone wall.
The long, inch-deep sword marks seemed to contain some sword intent. Naturally, these sword intents mainly came from killing the immortal with one sword.
"whispering sound!"
A third-level sword cultivator couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Friend, you are a fifth-level sword cultivator, do you need to observe the sword intention?"
As a player, Lin Zhao, when suppressing the sword intention, the lower the opponent's cultivation level, the lower the cultivation level of Lin Zhao will be. Therefore, in Qin Fei's eyes, Lin Zhao is a Sixth Realm sword cultivator. Between these two
In the eyes of the third-level sword cultivators, Lin Zhao might just be a first-level or second-level swordsman who has just started, and is not worth mentioning at all.
"Let's go."
Lin Zhao smiled: "I won't watch it if I don't let you."
In fact, Lin Zhao can definitely kill people up the mountain, but it seems that there is no need. He is brave and fierce. This has never been his personality. On the contrary, Lin Zhao's temperament is more calm and calm, and he is good at planning and taking action. If it is really
Lin Zhao might not have been able to plan the situation in the snow-covered Tianchi a hundred years ago because he drew his sword and killed people who were not allowed to go up the mountain.
In Lin Zhao's mind, he drew his sword at the slightest disagreement, and this kind of personality was downgraded.
On the way down the mountain, Lin Zhao took Chen Changsheng and looked at the moonlight that filled the mountainside. There were pine trees swaying in the distance, and there were rubbings of literati's handwriting on the rock walls. Lin Zhao suddenly became interested and said with a smile: "I can't climb to the top of the mountain.
, it is also a kind of fun to travel around the waist of the mountain, Immortal, walk!"
Chen Changsheng smiled and nodded: "Okay, Master Lin!"
The two of them walked one behind the other along the plank road on the mountainside.
On the rock wall, there are lines of poems left by literati from ancient and modern times, but Baihua Tianxia is isolated from the human world where Lin Zhao lives, so I have never heard of the names of those celebrities in Baihua Tianxia, and I don’t know who is more famous.
, just looking at the poems line by line, I feel like I can taste a little bit of it.
Chen Changsheng was illiterate, so he just held up a torch and followed, confused.
Not long after, Lin Zhao pointed to a place in front of him that was recessed into the mountain, and said, "I'll spend the night here tonight. Changsheng, let's light a fire. Let's set up a pot and cook something to eat."
"Okay, Immortal Master!"
Chen Changsheng made a fire, while Lin Zhao took out his three-piece wilderness survival suit from the package. After using the iron pot to get water from the stream, he walked along the mountainside with the red leaves of the flying sword. He raised his hand and used a sword light to kill a person.
After killing a wild pheasant, skillfully removing its feathers and cleaning it, he took it back and cooked chicken soup, and then took out some pancakes and baked them together.
After eating, Chen Changsheng undressed and went to sleep.
Lin Zhao looked at the moonlight all over the ground, not feeling sleepy at all. He turned around and looked at the sleeping boy, used his flying sword Haoran, and drew a circle around Chen Changsheng. It was like drawing the ground as a prison. The circle
Wisps of thin sword intent surged up in his body. I don’t know if he can defend against the monks on the mountain, but it will certainly not be a problem against the wild beasts.
After doing all this, Lin Zhao walked forward alone. Soon, he saw an extremely dilapidated mountain god temple on the hillside in front of him. It was in tatters and there was only a little space for one person to turn around. The statue in the temple had already
It had already faded and was covered with moss, but Lin Zhao could see that it still had some fragrance.
He did not enter the Tiger Temple, but just clasped his fists and saluted outside.
"Whoosh!"
A wisp of light golden figure walked out of the Shanjun Temple from the statue and transformed into a middle-aged man with a sword on his back, an upright appearance and a handsome appearance. Judging from his aura, he was a Nine Realm Sword Cultivator.
Lin Zhao's heart moved and he said: "Could the tiger be the legendary sword master Han Wangshu?"
"Exactly."
Han Wangshu clasped his fists and said respectfully: "As a deity of the local mountains and rivers, I did not take the initiative to greet the distinguished guest when he arrived. Please forgive me, fellow Taoist."
"My name is Lin Zhao."
"Okay, Fellow Daoist Lin."
Han Wangshu looked at the two swords behind Lin Zhao and sensed that this Nine Realm sword cultivator was different in every way. He frowned and said, "Fellow Daoist Lin... I'm afraid he's not from ancient Shu, right?"
"Not only are they not from ancient Shu, they are not even from here." Lin Zhao said with a smile.
Immediately, Han Wangshu chuckled and said: "Speak quickly, Han admires you!"
"Lin Zhao invites Tiger to have a drink?"
"Can."
The two came to the cliff far away from the Shanjun Temple. Lin Zhao jumped and sat on a huge rock, while Han Wangshu stood alone on the edge of the cliff, looking extremely immortal. Lin Zhao took out a pot of green bamboo wine and threw it to Han Wangshu.
, and then he also took out a pot. I didn’t mention the food and wine, and the conditions were simple, so I just drank it dry.
"Lin Zhao."
Han Wangshu looked into the distance and said, "How about this world of flowers?"
"good."
Lin Zhao smiled and said: "As we go along, we can see people with good intentions and also see people with evil intentions."
Han Wangshu smiled, already convinced in his heart that Lin Zhao did not belong to Baihua Tianxia, but was the legendary "Exiled Immortal", a person who came down from the sky. There are two types of real immortals in Baihua Tianxia, one is the one who comes every ten years
There are three people who will ascend to the Immortal Platform. Those three will ascend on the Immortal Platform and leave the world of flowers to become immortals. The other three will be people who descend from the sky to the world of flowers, the legendary banished immortals.
The sword cultivator in front of him, although his realm was low, was outstanding in every aspect. He was blocked by a group of lower five realm monks on the top of the mountain, but he was able to come down with a smile on his face. This state of mind was really rare. In Han Wangshu's opinion,
This is by no means that Lin Zhao is weak and can be bullied. On the contrary, the greater possibility is that Lin Zhao feels that those sword cultivators are not worthy of his action. There is no need to care about it. As for being verbally humiliated, this is even less worth mentioning.
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Of all those who reach extreme levels, which one has thousands of people criticizing him behind his back?
…
"How to rectify the source?" Han Wangshu said suddenly.
"Start from the source."
Lin Zhao raised his head and took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "Why do sects like the Feiyun Sect on the mountain dare to kill people wantonly, raise monsters as spiritual beasts on the mountain, and feed human flesh and blood? Just because of a Feiyun sect.
Yunzong, I don’t think you can cover the sky with one hand, the real reason is still above, I have only been here for a short time, please tell me where the source is?"
"The situation in the temple is so treacherous."
Han Wangshu was also a straightforward man who was not afraid to tell the truth. He smiled and said: "Zhao Qian, the national advisor of the Xu Dynasty, also holds the position of prime minister and holds the greatest power of life and death in the world. What about the top mountain sects you see?"
Who has no friendship with Zhao Qian? It is precisely because of Zhao Qian's connivance that these monks on the mountain dare to only ask about the Dao without asking about right and wrong."
"Zhao Qian..."
Lin Zhao frowned: "I remember this name."
As he said that, he looked at the tiger with a clear face and said, "I still have a question in my mind, and I hope the tiger can answer it."
"Please say."
"In the Shanshui travel notes I read, the record about the tiger is that the sword master Han Wangshu defeated many powerful enemies on the Immortal Platform and won the championship that year. After that, he soared with his sword. Why in fact, not only did the tiger not
He ascended with a sword, but died, and now he became such an inconspicuous mountain god here?"
"..."
Han Wangshu frowned: "Fellow Taoist really want to hear it?"
"Talk about it."
"Um."
Han Wangshu took a big sip of wine, as if he had no one to talk to for many years. There was a deep melancholy in his voice, and he said: "Ascending to the Immortal Platform is a game in itself, and it was exactly the game set up by the national master Zhao Qian. I defeated him back then.
I defeated all my opponents and was full of youthful spirit, but at the moment I ascended, I discovered that ascending meant death. At the end of the Immortal Platform, there was a murderous circle arranged by the Imperial Master. Back then, I struggled desperately to save one.
A wisp of soul was finally sealed by heaven and earth as this poor mountain god."
"Zhao Qian ascended to the Immortal Platform to plot a plan. What is the significance of killing the ascended ones?" Lin Zhao asked.
"Luck feeds back."
Han Wangshu said: "The Xu Dynasty wants to unify the entire Hundred Flowers World, so Zhao Qian has long regarded the luck in the world as the luck of the Xu Dynasty family. This world is full of spiritual energy and is nurtured by the sun, moon and stars.
The more creatures there are on the earth, the richer the destiny of the human world. If those who are ascending all ascend with their own destiny, although their own path can be expected, the destiny of Baihua World will continue to be taken away, so Zhao
Qian doesn’t want anyone in this world to ascend.”
He sighed and said: "I have been practicing all my life, but in the end I am just a nine-level Nascent Soul. This is also the limit of Baihua Tianxia. Zhao Qian's plan is to let people with higher realms appear in Baihua Tianxia. When I learned all this, I had already
It's hard to distinguish between good and evil... Zhao Qian's plan may not be considered evil. After all, it is recorded in the journals of mountains and rivers. Above the Nascent Soul Realm, there is the legendary Immortal Realm called the Galaxy Realm, and even,
Above the Galaxy Realm, there is also the realm of gods who return to their original nature, called the Realm of Return to Nature, which is the real extreme realm in the legend, the Eleventh Realm!"
"well……"
Lin Zhao also sighed. The layout of Baihua Tianxia is so big, so Han Wangshu can't be blamed.
"Tiger."
Lin Zhao groaned and said: "I don't know if I am the one who broke the situation, but if I really have a chance, I will try to break the situation. No matter what Zhao Qian's plan is, the evil he did is real.
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Han Wangshu's body trembled, and he clasped his fists respectfully towards Lin Zhao: "If this is the case, Han Wangshu will thank fellow Taoist fellow Taoist for his kindness on behalf of the whole world!"
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At this moment, Lin Zhao looked down at the foot of the mountain and saw two figures wearing red gowns climbing the mountain. In addition, there were many dead soldiers wearing black clothes hiding in the night, totaling hundreds of people.
"I'm still chasing you!"
Lin Zhao frowned.
Han Wangshu also looked at the foot of the mountain, his eyes indifferent: "The souls of grievances never go away, it's always been like this."
