In the upper realm, the desolate Conferred God Platform is everywhere.
The battle came to an end. Headmaster Wei of the Taoist ancestral court, who was dressed in a blue dress, knelt quietly on the ancient blue rock, overlooking the world with a pair of smart and beautiful eyes, staring at the battle.
Lin Zhao is dead, and the tears in the corners of Wei Huarou's eyes have not yet dried up. Now, Xiao Jiu'er is also dead, and it was because he listened to his words and killed the immortal in the painting and killed the troublesome Nine-Tails that Xiao Jiu'er was born.
The cause and effect of the child today.
For a moment, Wei Huarou burst into tears, her shoulders trembled, and her heart was filled with self-blame and guilt.
Using the supreme Taoist Fourteenth Realm to arrange various patterns in the world, it seems that Taoism is ruthless, but in fact she also knows that she owes Lin Zhao and Xiaojiuer a lot.
…
Snowy Tianchi.
"boom--"
With a loud noise that shook the world, the map of the Four Seas and the Eight Wildernesses exploded, and strong and scattered sword intent crisscrossed the world. Kunpeng, Qingkui, Ji'an, and Longzheng jointly planned the "painting"
The "Zhongzhuanxian" has been achieved, and the demon clan has been eliminated from the great enemy of Su Qingjiu.
A wisp of sword luck rose into the sky, then spread out, feeding back to the entire human world.
"Snapped!"
Long Zheng spun around and caught a magic sword falling from the debris in the air. It was Xiao Jiuer's sword, the Xunlu Sword. She raised the corners of her mouth and chuckled: "Huh?"
Immediately, Long Zheng held the Xunlu Sword, cupped his fists towards Demon Ancestor Qingkui and said, "Demon Ancestor, can I take this Xunlu Sword?"
"Um."
Qing Kui Demon Ancestor nodded: "The merit of killing Su Qingjiu belongs to you Longzheng. This deer-seeking sword belongs to you. It is a well-deserved matter. Take it and kill more humans for our demon clan in the future."
Monk!"
"yes!"
…
"Xiaojiu'er..."
In the confined space, there was total darkness between heaven and earth.
Lin Zhao was so distraught that he sat down on the ground with tears streaming down his face.
And Leng Yan didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only leave Lin Zhao alone for a while. As for Leng Yan himself, he continued to lead the people of Shengtian Guild to kill monsters!
On the ground, all the players in Baicheng were watching this fierce battle in the sky. When Su Qingjiu died, everyone was filled with grief and anger, especially those who were addicted to the plot of "The World" and had no idea about the character Xiao Jiuer.
Players who like it very much, many of them have shed tears.
For the future of the human race, Snowy Tianchi has paid too much.
…
"It's my turn."
Tang Guangjun, a sloppy man, rushed over and caught a formation eye rune stone thrown by Huang Tingyu from the wind. A tattered cloak slowly flew behind him. His face was full of perseverance.
The sword rose into the sky and chopped an eleventh-level monster monk into a shower of blood.
"Su Jianxian died in the world, don't you think that there will be no one in the snowy Tianchi, right?"
He sneered, and the military aura all over his body burst out, and figures of golden and iron horses appeared around him. Now Tang Guangjun's Thirteenth Realm is very strong, and it is easy to trigger the military aura. He looked back behind him
, said: "Who can control my rune stone?"
"Let me do it."
A golden figure stood up from Hefeng Academy. It was Gu Lingyu, a Confucian saint of the Thirteenth Realm. In one step, he moved to the east side of the north wall of Baicheng. After catching the rune stone thrown by Tang Guangjun, he immediately stood up.
A small Confucian world supports one side of the world and assists Tang Guangjun in his sword-drawing with the true meaning of Confucianism.
Immediately, there was constant thunder in the sky, a sword ascended to the sky, and with a bohemian and unruly military murderous aura, Tang Guangjun took Su Qingjiu's place. With a cold blade, he had killed countless inner demons holding umbrellas, and even the sword aura was fierce.
So much so that many great demons from the thirteenth realm did not dare to approach. Only three demon ancestors, Qingkui, Lotus Petal, and Ji'an from the fourteenth realm, were willing to approach and deal with it.
Although Su Qingjiu died in the world, he could be said to have made numerous military exploits. Countless great demons died under the Xunlu Sword. In the end, he also self-destructed a natal star, replacing the great demon Canglan. Just talking about the enemy and ourselves.
Su Qingjiu definitely made money from the exchange of combat power, and he made a lot of money.
Unfortunately, the Xunlu Sword is now in the hands of the great demon Long Zheng, which is quite troublesome.
wind.
Tang Guangjun's ragged cloak was flying, and he was filled with majestic and surging military murderous aura. He raised his long sword and forced the great demon Ji'an back with one strike. He swung out his left fist and dispersed the blazing palm power of Demon Ancestor Qingkui.
The sword struck a nearly invisible cloud not far away.
"get out!"
In the sword light, Da Yao Chenfeng laughed loudly, resisted Tang Guangjun's sword with a wisp of wind from the Three Realms, and said with a smile: "Tang Jianxian is really powerful, tsk tsk, this murderous aura is much more powerful than Su Qingjiu, be careful of being too domineering.
If you leak too much, you will die quickly!"
"rest assured!"
Tang Guangjun tilted his head and looked at Chenfeng, with a sinister smile on his face: "I learned nothing else in the snowy Tianchi, so I learned to be cautious from the mountain master. If you want to save my life, Tang Guangjun, come and take a look at the beasts of your demon tribe.
How many are enough to kill!"
"If you want to kill me, that's enough!"
Chen Feng raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "We don't have many other demon clans, but we have many disciples and grandsons, as well as many upper five realms. Without the combat power of Ding Muchen, Lie Yun, Wang Xu and others, do you, the lower realm human race, have this ability?
"
Tang Guangjun sneered and stopped talking. Chenfeng was not only ruthless and vicious, but he was also quite sinister. Facing his heart-attacking strategy, Tang Guangjun understood clearly and just ignored it. If the mountain master was still here,
, I will definitely not pay attention to it, just kill the enemy.
So, Tang Guangjun suddenly turned around, raised a sword sword intention, and struck a blow with the flying Long Zheng!
"Keng——"
Tang Guangjun controlled the power of the entire ten-directional formation, and his body remained motionless, while Long Zheng was shaken so hard that he stepped back dozens of steps in the air, leaving golden ripples under his feet, and the murderous Xunlu Sword in his hand.
The heavy, pretty face was filled with suspicion. If one had to say that Su Qingjiu was a powerful swordsman, then he would admit it. Who was this sloppy man, and how could he be so powerful?
"Smelly* bitch!"
Tang Guangjun glanced at Long Zheng and smiled calmly: "Look, I will punish you again!"
Although he, Tang Guangjun, had restrained a lot of his anger and learned to be cautious after following Lin Zhao in the snowy Tianchi, his wild and unruly nature deep down in his heart had never changed. Now that both the mountain master and Xiao Jiuer are dead, Tang Guangjun's heart is broken into pieces.
He didn't bother to think about a piece of land, a great road, or a human world. He just wanted to kill it and then leave.
As for the Dragon Zheng, what about holding the Divine Sword Xunlu Sword?
In Tang Guangjun's mind, although his sword to reach the sky is just an ordinary fairy sword, but it is in tune with him, and what he wants is to "reach the sky with one sword". If you don't go to the sky, I will go to the sky, just for the sake of happiness.
It was this arrogance and murderous intent that enabled Tang Guangjun to have an aura that was no less than that of Su Qingjiu. He galloped around with a sword and beheaded the big monsters one after another.
…
Baidi City, Chaotang.
This battle lasted from early morning to dusk.
In the court hall, candles were held and lamps were lit, and none of the civil and military ministers came down to court.
Zhao Shutong's eyes were red. After Lin Zhao, Su Qingjiu also died in the world. Su Qingjiu's death had a great impact on the human world.
In the lower world, the human race has two walls of swordsmanship, one is Lin Wanhua, and the other is Su Qingjiu. Su Qingjiu's talent and combat power are not inferior to Lin Wanhua's at all. Now that Su Qingjiu has died in the world, it is a huge loss to the human race.
The young Human Emperor Zhao Jingheng was dressed in dragon robes. At this time, he did not have much majesty as the Human Emperor. He sat cross-legged on the golden steps and looked up at the scene in the water and moon. In the scene, there is no need to light up the snow-covered Tianchi, as cannon fire roars.
One after another, the bright sword energy illuminated the entire snow-covered Tianchi as if it were daytime.
"Historian."
Zhao Jingheng called out.
"Your Majesty, I'm waiting."
The three historians kowtowed together and listened quietly to the instructions.
Zhao Jingheng pointed at Shuiyue Guantian, his voice was a little hoarse, and he said softly: "Write them all down... Lin Shuai's achievements, write down the names of every big demon he killed, as well as Su Qingjiu and Su Jianxian, the names of all the monsters she killed.
The great demons... need to find out their names, and... there are also Tang Guangjun, Gao Zhi and others. I want everyone in the world to remember every contribution they have made to the human race!"
As he spoke, his eyes turned red, and tears welled up in his eyes again.
Until now, Zhao Jingheng still couldn't believe that Lin Baiyi, whom he revered as a god, had died in the world, was buried under Wuwu Mountain, and was buried deep in the earth of the human race. There was even no trace of his body.
Now, Su Qingjiu has also died in the world, and was killed in the mysterious picture of the monster clan. Similarly, like Lin Baiyi, he ended up with no body left. Heroes of the human race like them should not be like this, but the general trend is forcing them to
That’s it.
As the human emperor, Zhao Jingheng wanted to do something. Even Lin Baiyi and Su Qingjiu did not want to leave their names in the world, but he, Zhao Jingheng, must rectify their names so that all the people under the mountain and the monks on the mountain would know that it was Lin Baiyi and Su Qingjiu.
People like Bai Yi and Su Qingjiu have guarded the world, and their achievements can be said to be unparalleled!
Zhao Shutong's beautiful eyes were covered with a layer of mist. She looked at the three historians and said softly: "Let's all record it as ordered. If there are any names of great demons that you don't recognize, you can ask the monk from the Shanhai Department, Huang Qingning.
You also help to complete the names, realms, true identities, etc. of the great monsters that were killed."
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Huang Qingning stood up and walked towards several historians. At this moment, the heart of this thoughtful old monk became clear. Although he, Lin Baiyi and Zhao Shutong did not deal with it, but... in this matter, he actually felt that he was doing his part.
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Snowy Tianchi, night falls.
An old gentleman in a gray gown, with a wine gourd hanging on his waist, quietly appeared on a mountain peak ten miles away from the snowy Tianchi. The mountain was covered with snow. The old gentleman climbed the mountain despite the severe cold. From a distance, he looked towards the snowy landscape.
Tianchi, a sigh.
Xiaojiuer finally tasted the feeling of "death", but it didn't matter, the cause and effect of the cause was still there, and he could still make up for it.
Thinking of this, the old gentleman gently flipped his palm, and a white leaf flew forward. He immediately followed, and the golden ripples in front were brilliant. In a blink of an eye, the old gentleman followed the white leaf and stepped into the ripples. When his toes landed on the ground,
In an instant, he was already standing on the stone bridge.
Under the bridge, a young man was fishing, it was Lin Zhao in his youth.
And further away, Xiao Jiu'er was coming out of school. He was holding a windmill in his hand and rushed onto the bridge. The next moment, Xiao Jiu'er tilted his head and looked at the old gentleman and said, "Old sir, it seems.
Where have I seen you?"
"Um."
The old gentleman took Xiao Jiu'er's hand and said with a smile: "Okay, let's say goodbye to brother Lin Zhao. The next time we see you is in a long, long time."
"oh……"
Xiao Jiu'er seemed to have realized many things in an instant. His big eyes were red. He turned around immediately, waved his hand towards Lin Zhao who was fishing, and said: "Brother Lin Zhao... Goodbye, Xiao Jiu'er will miss you..."
"Xiaojiu'er?"
Lin Zhao dropped the fishing rod and rushed up to the stone bridge. However, he watched from a distance as the old man held Xiao Jiu'er's hand. An old man and a young man stepped into the mist. Under their feet, there was a blanket of white.
The leaves carry all the causes and effects of the great path, and are like a small boat carrying two people across the boundary between life and death.
For a moment, Lin Zhao burst into tears.
…
The world of monsters is at the border.
At the boundary between life and death, an ancient god whose body was cut off in half looked up. When he saw the ray of soul "smuggling" between life and death, he frowned, bold!!
But immediately, the voice of the female fairy came to his ears: "So forgetful?"
For a moment, the ancient god who was in charge of the boundary between life and death hung his head and was too lazy to care. This time, he didn't take the initiative to take care of how many people died in the human world. The affairs of the human world were left to the sages of the human race. Why should he?
