Wei Xian was wearing the Xiyue Manna Armor. After getting Chen Ping'an's approval, and while Wei Xian restrained most of the monks accompanying the army, he tried to go straight to Huanglong and find an opportunity to kill the prince Liu Cong, even if it cost him his life.
After Xu Tong, the immortal master of Caomu'an, was killed on the right side of Sui Dynasty, even though Xu Qingzhou knew that Liu Cong would anger the entire family, he still left the mountain without saying a word and returned to Mirage City to discuss with his grandfather who was the general of the expedition to the west. Countermeasures. As one of the top generals in the Daquan Dynasty, and one who has been rooted in Mirage City for several generations, the Xu family is afraid of the eldest prince Liu Cong, but will not sit back and wait for death.
The person sitting on the dragon chair is still His Majesty Liu Zhen, not Liu Cong. If Liu Cong and Liu Cong really break up, Xu will be determined to join the second prince and use a real dragon to support him as a dragon.
Lu Baixiang was on the battlefield, and the battle situation was still stalemate. The five thousand dead soldiers of the Daquan Frontier Army were worthy of being Liu Cong's direct subordinates. They knew how strict the military law was. Even if they were killed to death, they could watch each one of them die before their eyes. Under that man's sword, he still didn't care about his life and killed him crazily. The martial arts masters and monks who were hiding in the dark couldn't bear to see it. It was so tragic, and some of the hard-hearted military governors and captains were even more so. His face was filled with tears and rain, but he still performed his duties faithfully. Whoever dares to retreat will be killed immediately!
Poems about immortals with an ethereal spirit may describe the demeanor of the gods on the mountain.
But there has never been any frontier poem that truly describes the bloody cruelty of the battlefield.
After the Buried River Water Monster fell to the ground from another mountain peak, it ran forward in long strides. If there were trees blocking the road, it would be knocked away with one hand.
Chen Ping'an saw the momentum of the newcomer and made a decision in his heart.
The original talisman between the two fingers of his right hand was replaced by three talismans stacked together.
Back in Biyou Mansion, Zhong Kui borrowed the small snow cone. In return, he wrote a total of six talismans to Chen Pingan, three of which were his own, and three talismans that could be used to form a formation. Also known as the "Iron Cavalry Encircling the City Talisman", before drawing the talisman, Zhong Kui breathed a sigh of relief. In the painting, there were more than a hundred cavalry generals wearing silver armor and riding white horses. A large group of cavalry troops the size of rice grains charged out on the talisman paper. Finally, the troops formed a formation, their horses came to a halt, and they formed a stroke-by-stroke pattern of talismans.
After that, Chen Pingan paid for himself and took out two golden talisman papers and a cyan talisman paper with a saint's manuscript. Zhong Kuixi bitterly followed Chen Pingan's request and wrote the Five Thunder Talisman of the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain respectively. , the barrier-breaking talisman that goes up mountains and waters to prevent ghosts from breaking into walls, and the last sword-suppressing talisman of high rank and power that far exceeds the well character. It was praised by Zhong Kui as "throwing the arm of the sword, the nine continents sea boils."
The river-buried water monster, which did not dare to show its true form, rushed towards him and had already moved less than a hundred steps away.
Chen Pingan slowly walked out of the eaves and walked to the right. Soon, there was only fifty steps left between the two sides.
Chen Pingan flicked his wrist, and the three talismans were ignited by a breath of pure energy. He quickly took out his sleeves and said silently in his heart: "Array in front!"
The burly man laughed loudly, kept walking, and jumped up to kill the young man carrying the dead branch in his hand, "A martial artist is playing with talismans, and you are not afraid of making me laugh out loud?"
But soon this river-buried demon stopped laughing at all.
After the three golden talismans burned out, the strong man who was still in the air was surprised to find that the three ethereal talismans began to rotate rapidly around him in the distance. The strong man was so angry that he dropped his Dantian and landed in a hurry. At this moment, among the three talismans, there was an illusory knight in white horse and silver armor, charging out with a spear.
The strong man said sternly: "Go to hell!"
He twisted his body, spun around in a circle, and smashed the three knights with three quick punches.
It's just that a steady stream of knights rushed out of the talisman, no more, no less, three at a time, silently.
The strong man was trapped in the center of the battle formation, but he was still unafraid, punching like a rainbow, and repeatedly killing the cavalrymen who rushed out of the talisman on horseback.
Whenever the strong man moved to the battlefield, the three talismans of the Sancai Soldier Talisman would float with him, always maintaining the original distance.
The burly and strong man was eager to kill, his fierce look was revealed, he felt very happy and shouted happily.
It is not difficult to temporarily trap and consume a river demon who has almost formed a golden elixir with three iron cavalry circling soldiers. It is not impossible to even force it to reveal its true form, but you want to consume this buried beast alive.
The big river demon is absolutely impossible.
Chen Pingan naturally knew this well and did not expect these three talismans to trap and kill the strong man.
The academy gentleman Wang Qi who stayed on the top of the mountain was patiently waiting for Chen Ping'an's flaw. Chen Ping'an was looking for a chance to kill with a talisman or kill the strong man in the formation with a sword.
The heavy rain is still heavy and there is no sign of letting up yet.
The water demon buried in the river was troubled by those three strange talismans. Why did he keep killing the knights whose spiritual energy was contained in the talismans? This was the first time that he had broken the knights into pieces and scattered their spiritual energy.
?One hundred and fifty, two hundred?
It feels more and more that the situation is not good. The young man standing thirty steps away, holding a dead branch, is definitely not waiting for him to break the talisman formation and start another bullshit dispute between gentlemen!
Especially the dead branch in the corner of its eye makes it always a little uneasy, something is wrong, something is definitely weird!
do not care.
You, Wang Qi, are like a coward, refusing to take any action at all costs. I don't care how you reason with Dafu Academy.
The river-buried water demon, which already has many minor wounds on its body, is about to lose its power due to the heavy rain. If it doesn't occupy all the time in the sky, its power will be drastically reduced when it reveals its true form.
This water monster's eyes were as white as snow, and its knotted muscles began to twist extremely.
Wang Qi at the top of the mountain obviously saw the plan to bury the water demon in the river, and shouted angrily: "No!"
How can the water demon care about this? The earth suddenly trembled, and a huge true body appeared. Its eyes were as big as lanterns, its body was a hundred feet long, and its head rested on the place where the "strong man" once stood.
The iron cavalry circling talisman, which had not yet exhausted its spiritual energy, then opened the distance.
There were still cavalry charging towards the river demon.
Some Daquan border troops who were hiding on both sides, waiting for an opportunity to move, were directly bounced away by the eel demon's body. When they flew backwards, they were bleeding from all their orifices. Dozens of them were injured or dead.
The heavy rain fell on the river demon, and after sliding down the mountain, it did not seep into the mud, but quickly gathered into a stream.
Chen Ping'an recognized the identity of this big monster. It was the big eel monster buried under the river and fighting with the Water Goddess.
It seems that the master with his head hidden on the top of the mountain is undoubtedly Wang Qi, the gentleman of the academy.
Twisting the Dragon Tiger Mountain Zhengfa Talisman that Zhong Kui said was "Five Dragons Holding Pearls" between his two fingers, after pouring in the true energy, he threw it towards the head of the buried river water demon.
Sure enough, there were five "slender" dragons more than ten feet long, hovering in the sky, holding white beads in their mouths, and surrounded by thunder and lightning.
The Buried River Water Demon just thought it was time to use his magical powers, but he never thought that five dragons with faint divine power appeared above his head. After his mind froze for a moment, he let out a loud roar and roared, and began to struggle violently, trying to break free of the Iron Cavalry Encirclement Talisman.
Under siege, try to avoid as many "thunder beads" as possible.
The iron cavalry held a spear and pierced the body of the eel demon again and again, allowing the body of the buried river water demon to sweep it away. The body and aura dissipated together and returned to the world.
A dragon opened its mouth, and a snow-white thunder bead shot out, smashing into the head of the buried river monster.
The mountains trembled.
Another two hit the river demon's seven inches and tail respectively.
Not only was the body shaking with severe pain, the river demon's soul and golden elixir were also trembling.
The only good thing is that the huge burst of momentum finally swept down and smashed those three damn soldier symbols.
A blue rainbow fell from the top of another mountain on the tree trunk of this mountain, and begged Chen Pingan from the bottom of his heart, "You and I will stop here. I will ask Liu Cong to lead the troops and leave immediately. How about that?"
When Wang Qi said these words, he gritted his teeth.
That water monster buried in the river is really a thing that succeeds more than fails!
After a bead-bearing dragon spits out a thunder orb, it will automatically disperse and disappear.
Chen Pingan had no intention of stopping.
The last two dragons naturally and without hesitation spat out the Orb of the Most Righteous Thunder Dharma, which contains the top of all Dharma in the world.
The five dragons have disappeared, but the five beads are firmly embedded in the body of the buried river monster, from head to tail. When they are finally connected in a line, they shine brightly, and thunder and lightning move rapidly in the body of the river monster.
Eventually, a huge lightning bolt was formed that was almost as thick as the river demon's body.
Chu Yi and Fifteen, who were connected with Chen Ping'an, changed their original strategy and drew out two flowing fireflies, respectively piercing the lantern-sized eyes of the water monster buried in the river.
On the right side of the Sui Dynasty, he also controlled the Infatuation Sword that penetrated countless hearts and accurately penetrated the head of the buried river water demon. Once it passed through, the entire long sword sank directly into the ground under the head, which clearly shows its sharpness.
Wang Qi and Chen Ping'an took action almost at the same time, both intent on killing.
Chen Ping'an held a dead branch as a sword and swept away.
The heavy rain between heaven and earth seemed to be controlled by the gentleman Wang Qi in an instant, changing the trajectory of the fall drop by drop, and thousands of raindrops were all shot towards Chen Ping'an.
After one sword strike.
There was no longer Wang Qi on the tree branches. Chen Pingan stood in the position of a gentleman in the academy. With a shake of his shoulders, the golden wine in his robe rippled, and all the raindrops embedded in the golden robe were bounced away.
Wang Qi, a dignified academy gentleman, actually avoided the battle and retreated.
The dying river water monster could no longer control the rainwater that had grown into a stream under its body. Blood and rainwater seeped into the soil together.
The dead branches in Chen Pingan's hands turned into powder.
As soon as he grabbed the head of the buried river water monster, he reached out and grabbed it in the air, held the Chixin Sword in his hand, and directly chopped off the whole head of the buried river water monster.
The heavy rain gradually stopped.
Soon the soldiers on the mountain began to retreat down the mountain.
In the end, Wei Xian failed to capture the eldest prince Liu Cong, and only killed a sword cultivator who swore to protect him to the death. He had no choice but to let Liu Cong retreat to the foot of the mountain, taking the military master's armor pill in his sleeve.
Zhu Lian was the most seriously injured, but he did not die. Lu Baixiang walked towards the buried body of the river demon and had the opportunity to pull out the special arrows on his body. Instead of throwing them away, he held them in his hand and stopped with the narrow knife.
The snow has been withdrawn into its sheath.
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On the west sea of Tongyezhou, the big monster that appeared in its true form and fled for its life was inexplicably killed on the spot with a sword. The whole head, which was as big as a mountain peak, was cut by a silk thread and fell into the sea.
The corpses of mountains are still floating on the sea, rising and falling.
The three Tongyezhou Daxiu who have been hunting all the way here have different thoughts.
Song Mao, the contemporary leader of Taiping Mountain, held his long sword upside down with the tip of the sword facing backward to show his sincerity and gratitude, and said loudly: "Song Mao of Taiping Mountain, thank you, senior, for helping us kill the big monster!"
But the sword cultivator, whose sword energy flowed wildly like a waterfall, ignored the overtures of the dignified Taipingshan Sect Master.
The Tongye Sect's patriarch, who was in charge of the sect's discipline and genealogy, had a gloomy expression.
Along the way, Song Mao was the only one who tried his best to chase down the big monster, regardless of the fear of his own life. He wished he could die together with the big monster. However, although Song Mao was the nominal number one in Taiping Mountain, his cultivation level was not the same.
It’s not too high. This time when I went down the mountain, because of the incident at the Mountain Gate Prison and I didn’t dare to carry one of the mountain-protecting fairy swords, I had more ambition than strength. As for the leader of the Tongyezhou Immortal Family, the founder of the Tongye Sect,
Unwilling to fight to kill the big demon with his cultivation damaged, a big demon fell to the 11th level and was still in the 11th level. The real body is huge and extremely tough. It is not easy to deal with. The overall situation has been decided. This beast will definitely not be able to escape.
Out of the sight of three people, cut the flesh with a blunt knife, just take your time, why rush?
Therefore, when he was ordered to go out this time, the founder of Tongye Sect in Yupu Realm regarded it as a good job and killed the big demon that caused trouble to Fuji Sect. In the dark, he had merits and virtues, and he could still be used by others.
Ji Hai, the leader of the Fuji Sect, was grateful for the death of his Taoist companion, so although he pursued and hid him all the way without sacrificing the treasure, deep down in his heart, he was determined to get the big monster.
The head of the Jiang family, who controls the blessed land of Cloud Grotto in Yugui Sect, has a handsome face. In terms of appearance alone, he is younger and more handsome than his only son Jiang Beihai. At this moment, he is smiling all over his face. He is obviously more handsome than the sword master in Haihai.
He was in a great mood after killing the great demon and making the Tongye Sect's founder's calculations come to nothing. After all, he did not carry the sect's immortal weapons with huge lethality. For the swordsmanship of his good friend Lu Fang, he secretly went to the Lotus Flower Blessed Land, which was equivalent to
He disappeared in Tongyezhou for a period of time, and there were a lot of complaints within the Yugui Sect. That's why he was pushed out, and he wanted the horse to run away but didn't let the horse eat grass. Did the head of the Jiang family want to be passive and sabotage?
Wearing a Taoist robe and a hibiscus crown on his head, Song Mao, the True Lord of Taiping Mountain, although he was a little displeased in his heart, he was very clear about right and wrong. His opponent's eyes were higher than his head, and he did not take himself or Taiping Mountain into consideration at all. He had the confidence to do so.
I just can't believe that when did a swordsman with such superb swordsmanship appear in Tongyezhou? Song Mao couldn't figure out the opponent's character and background. He didn't know why that person drew his sword. He took the opportunity to kill demons to prove his merits.
Or is it just a matter of injustice on the road? Will he covet the corpse of the big demon that is covered in treasures? Or even want to keep it all in his pocket and not allow the three of them to get a piece of it? Song Mao naturally doesn't care about the corpse of the big demon, but this time there is chaos in Tongyezhou.
, this demon is the culprit on the surface, and echoes the old beast with the sword-backed white ape, which makes the central part of Tongye Continent have demons running rampant. It must be moved back and let the Confucian Academy take a look, and then the academy can come forward and invite the Yin and Yang family.
Calculate the secrets.
So Song Mao didn't know what to say for a while.
The weird swordsman looked at the Patriarch of the Tongye Sect and said two words, "Don't accept it?"
The patriarch, who was very famous throughout the Tongye Sect, said something that concealed murderous intent, "It's best to save this big demon and bring it back to Tongye Sect. Maybe a bigger conspiracy can be revealed.
You saw that the big demon was seriously injured and killed it with one sword, thus cutting off the clues. How can we follow the clues and find out the mastermind behind the scenes? Otherwise, why would the three of us pursue him so far? What a coincidence, Kiriye Zongxihai is like this
Guangyu, you just happened to appear on the big demon’s escape route?”
The smile on the face of the head of the Jiang family of Jade Guizong did not change. He never found it too busy.
Song Mao was about to speak.
The unfamiliar sword cultivator, who looked like he was just a middle-aged man, said calmly: "Then let's do it."
From the beginning to the end, the sword cultivator said these two sentences.
Dissatisfied.
Just do it.
This is not the style of the gods on the mountain. The middle and fifth realm Qi practitioners halfway up the mountain may not be so vulgar. The martial arts warriors at the bottom are pretty much the same.
It was too late for Song Mao to be a peacemaker.
Another sword.
Only this time it was handed to the "unacceptable" Tongye Sect Patriarch.
The old god's face changed drastically, and he couldn't utter a word. He quickly offered up a magic weapon that had been refined for thousands of years. It was an ancient ritual bell obtained from a broken cave. The bell is the first of the eight tones.
The ancient bronze bell, which is no more than an arm high after being transformed, hangs over the head of the ancestor of the Tongye Sect. The ancient bell is more than ten feet high, shrouding the old man. There is an inscription on the outer wall of the ancient bell about the meritorious saints of ancient Confucianism. It is as big as a fist at the moment.
The words circulate rapidly, and the old man stands among them, which can be described as a majestic treasure.
It was just that after the sword energy struck his head, the old man thought he could at least resist for a moment, but found that the ancient bell in front of him was directly split open. He did not dare to make any more effort and swept away the ancient bronze bell with him.
He went out in the hope that the sword energy would weaken as he retreated thousands of feet away.
Retreat and retreat again.
More than ten miles long, a ravine appeared on the sea surface that had not been filled by sea water for a long time.
When the sword energy finally disappeared, the ancestor of the Tongye Sect lost all expressions. He was shocked and even more distressed. He held the ancient clock in his hand and saw a slight scratch on it.
How much natural resources and treasures will he need to spend to repair this like new?!
How could that sword cultivator have such power with a casual sword strike?
Not to mention Tongye Continent, let alone Aoping Continent, a small place in the north. Even Posu Continent should not have such a swordsman! Cao Xi, who refined a large river to make a flying sword on his wrist, is responsible for guarding Zhenhai Tower.
There is absolutely no such sword spirit!
The sword cultivator slashed away the old monk with a sword, and rolled away so far that he was no longer an eyesore. He turned to the other person and asked, "Isn't it fun to watch?"
The smile on the face of the head of the Jiang family immediately stiffened, he cupped his fists and apologized: "How rude, I hope Senior Sword Immortal will forgive me."
Jian Xiu sneered: "Senior? You are much older than me."
On Tongyezhou Mountain, the head of the Jiang family was famous for his temperament, which was not afraid of boiling water. He said sternly: "On the road of spiritual practice, those who are masters come first. How can I, Jiang Shangzhen, dare to compare with my predecessors?"
The sword cultivator ignored Jiang Shangzhen, whose name he had never heard of, and looked at the frightened old man further away, "You seem to have a valuable weapon that is good at attacking. It's not bad. Can you take a look at it?"
The old master, who had suffered a lot, roughly knew the temper of this sword cultivator. He was really hotter than the old Tianjun of Taiping Mountain. How could he dare to show off that important weapon of the sect so stupidly that he could even think about that sword with his buttocks?
Xiu will not give up. If someone says, "Since you have taken out everything, don't waste it, just exchange a move and try it." Then will you accept the move or not? If you don't accept the move, Yu Guizong and Taiping
Everyone in the mountain was watching, and it was okay to catch the opponent's sword. But if he couldn't catch it, could he be buried with the big monster that killed him?
The old monk no longer dared to show off, and quickly said: "Bringing the sect's heavy weapons is only for killing monsters smoothly, and it cannot appear in the world casually."
I was filled with resentment in my heart.
There are such domineering and unreasonable sword cultivators in the world. What do Confucian saints do and they don’t care?!
Before the old monk could feel that he was giving in and showing weakness, the sword cultivator had a little bit of brains and should have given up on the situation.
The sword cultivator had already asked: "If you don't take it out, how can you catch my second sword?"
The Patriarch of the Tongye Sect was so angry that he really thought I was a Clay Bodhisattva and had no temper at all?
Jiang Shangzhen had a straight face, but was secretly happy in his heart.
He has long been dissatisfied with the Tongye Sect monk's expression of wanting to be beaten. Not only him, but also the entire Jade Gui Sect, especially his old sect leader.
Given by the monks of Tongye Sect.
Song Mao, the True Lord of Taiping Mountain, said in a deep voice: "Nowadays, Tongyezhou is in troubled times with demons and demons. I beg you, Senior Sword Immortal, not to draw your sword today."
The sword cultivator looked away, "Then you will take this sword?"
Song Mao said without hesitation: "Yes! Regardless of whether I can catch it or not, people from Tongye Sect and Yugui Sect are all present and will summon me at Taiping Mountain. It is Song Mao who is not as good as others. Even if I die here, Taiping
Shan will never resent his predecessors!"
After the sword cultivator muttered Taipingshan twice, he seemed to have remembered something, and said with an unprecedented smile: "As expected, he is a Taoist cultivator from Taipingshan, which is not bad. You are the only one in Tongyezhou who can get on the stage, and the rest are not worth mentioning.
"
Song Mao was stunned and didn't know how to explain it.
The sword cultivator suppressed a little of his sword energy as a sign that he would no longer draw his sword.
Forget it, I remember Xiao Qi once mentioned this Taiping Mountain, and what did he say? He is known as an ancient chivalrous person?
The sword cultivator said: "You just take the corpse of the big demon."
Song Mao felt relieved. After sheathing his sword, he cupped his fists and said, "Thank you, Senior Sword Immortal, for killing the demon."
Jian Xiu hesitated for a moment, looked at the three of them, and asked, "Does anyone know a young man named Chen Pingan? Does anyone know where he is now?"
Song Mao and Tongye Sect's ancestor were both confused.
Jiang Shangzhen quickly weighed it in his mind and said with a smile: "I just know."
Jianxiu asked: "How to say?"
Jiang Shangzhen told this strange swordsman who was skilled in swordsmanship with his heart, and briefly described what he had seen and experienced in the Lotus Flower Blessed Land.
The sword cultivator nodded and said disapprovingly: "Being number one in the world in Little Blessed Land...it's not bad."
Jiang Shangzhen asked tentatively: "Senior, do you need my help to take care of you?"
Jian Xiu squinted, "Are you worthy?"
Jiang Shangzhen smiled helplessly and stopped talking.
The sword cultivator then left.
Getting further and further away from Tongyezhou.
He is too lazy to act as a protector for anyone.
When the sword cultivator was far away, Jiang Shangzhen said with a playful smile: "Sure enough, our Haoran world is more interesting."
Song Mao asked curiously: "Do you know this Great Sword Immortal?"
Jiang Shangzhen smiled and said nothing.
The old monk of Tongye Sect who carefully returned to the two of them snorted coldly, "This man's swordsmanship is very good, but..."
Jiang Shangzhen gloated: "That's it?"
The old monk forcefully swallowed back the words that came to his lips.
I was really afraid of that guy's sword draw, it was so unreasonable.
The next moment, the old monk felt that there was smoke coming out of his ancestral grave.
It turned out that the sword cultivator had already returned in a flash, glanced at the old monk, and said to the man named Jiang, "The demon elixir of this big demon belongs to you."
Jiang Shangzhen cupped his fists and said with a smile: "This junior knows how to do it."
The sword cultivator was about to leave the world again.
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In the other palace in the Broken Dragon Veins of Tongyezhou, White Ape saw a tall old man wearing Taoist robes.
The young Taoist priest smiled awkwardly.
The old Taoist smiled and asked: "Are you happy that your wishes have come true?"
The young Taoist priest said bitterly: "It's very unexpected."
Although the white ape sitting on the dragon-locking platform can't make a conspiracy plan like that of a young Taoist priest to bring disaster to half of the continent, he still has good eyesight after practicing for thousands of years.
The master of the Taoist temple is the old Taoist from the East China Sea who is said to be impossible to find.
If you want to enter the blessed land of lotus root, the world can only find the little Taoist boy carrying the big golden gourd, a group of genuine land gods, patiently negotiating a business with a little guy.
The young Taoist priest stood up and asked: "The old Taoist priest is here to do justice for heaven and kill me?"
The old Taoist sneered and said: "If the sky has fallen, how can anyone help the heaven? I came here to see who has the courage and ability to covet the tung leaf umbrella I gave away."
The young Taoist priest suddenly said: "Is it the oil-paper umbrella that the little girl held in her hand?"
He sighed: "If I had known that Chen Ping'an was related to the old Taoist priest, I wouldn't have dared to offend him. Wouldn't I be asking for trouble?"
The old Taoist passed by the young Taoist and walked up the stairs to the dragon-locking platform step by step. "I have no interest in the human world. If I don't kill you, I should let some people in the comfort zone improve their memory, otherwise they would have forgotten it."
What did those old bones do back then?"
The young Taoist priest turned around, smiled and followed the old Taoist priest from Donghai Temple, climbing higher and higher step by step, "Thank you, old man, for showing mercy beyond the law."
An old Taoist said this.
Even if his plan in Tongyezhou was leaked early, it would still be half accomplished, and it might be a blessing in disguise.
After returning to the wild world, at least I no longer have to be exiled to that mountain range, working as a coolie for a blind man, moving mountains one after another year after year, and putting them here and there. Others find it fun to be in them.
Is there any great demon who doesn't feel that life is worse than death? The key is that somehow, the overlords of the wild world never seemed to think of joining forces to pull out this big nail and throw it to the Great Sword Qi Wall.
The old Taoist walked to the dragon-locking platform, glanced at the white ape who was facing a formidable enemy, and nodded, "You little beast is quite interesting, so I'll just take advantage of the situation. Remember to take out your ape in the Ouhua Blessed Land."
Swordsmanship on the back of the door.”
In an instant, the Taipingshan White Ape, who no longer had the sword to carry, disappeared on the Dragon Locking Platform.
The young Taoist priest's mind was racing, he deduced silently, and asked: "The White Ape is no longer here, why don't you, old man, come straight to the point? What do you want me to do?"
The old Taoist asked, "What do you really want to do?"
The young Taoist priest admitted frankly: "I told you that I would die here at Suolong Terrace, but I didn't say it anymore."
The old Taoist was a little disappointed, "I have given you a chance. You are a great demon who is at the peak of his true form and is only a few centimeters away from the Thirteenth Realm. But you didn't even dare to kill Chen Ping'an, so you missed a huge opportunity. Back then,
Chen Qingdu of the Great Sword Qi Wall lent Chen Pingan a sword in order to transfer certain causes and effects onto Chen Pingan's shoulders. If you kill him, you will have great merits in the wild world, and I can do it too.
Taking the opportunity to bring Chen Ping'an into the Taoist temple will not only make the old scholar mad to death, but also improve his status by a big step."
The young Taoist priest was shocked.
The old Taoist smiled and said, "It's too late now."
The young Taoist priest stamped his feet, filled with regret.
The ancient dragon-locking platform under your feet rumbled, and the dark void outside the dragon-locking platform was filled with lightning and thunder.
The old Taoist said: "If you were a human being, you would have a good future as a political advisor in the vast world. However, as a Yin Yang practitioner, your qualifications are not very good."
The young Taoist priest nodded helplessly, "That's true."
The old Taoist suddenly said something very meaningful, "Actually, if you, the younger generation of the two worlds, were born earlier and were lucky enough to survive to this day, many of you would be fine."
The young Taoist priest fell into deep thought.
The old Taoist clasped his hands behind his back and stretched out his hand to grab it. The lightning and thunder outside the Suolong Platform broke through the restrictions and rules one after another, and rushed into the Longsuo Platform. They gathered in the palm of the old Taoist's hand and finally formed a thunder and lightning ball the size of a fist.
Seeing this scene, the young Taoist priest had to stop his thoughts and smile bitterly.
This is the difference.
It doesn’t even have anything to do with level of realm.
The old Taoist put the thunderbolt into his sleeve and said softly: "One of the hundreds of schools of thought that the old scholar looked down upon, but one of them revealed the greatest secret to the world."
The young Taoist priest's eyes were hot, "I beg the seniors to help the juniors clear up their doubts!"
The old Taoist turned his head with cold eyes, "You are a monster, you keep calling me senior, and call yourself junior? Are you calling me an old beast?"
Don't give young Taoist priests any chance.
The incomplete soul floated out of the carefully selected skin and was grabbed by the old Taoist's neck. The body of the "young Taoist priest from Taiping Mountain" fell limply to the ground, just like the white ape, and disappeared out of thin air.
Only the hibiscus crown, one of the three Taoist religions, was left on the dragon-locking platform.
The old Taoist waved his hand casually, and the demon soul transformed into a human form, still looking like a young Taoist priest. It hit the ground heavily, with pain on his face. Even so, he still quickly took the hibiscus Taoist crown into his hand and hurriedly put it on.
On the head.
Although in order to successfully cross the Great Wall of Sword Qi, he could only hide himself with one soul and four souls, and then he could leave the wild world, walk into the upside-down mountain, and finally come to Tongye Island.
However, after cultivating in the vast world for so long, and having an excellent body, he finally reached the twelfth realm of immortals.
But in the hands of an experienced Taoist, there is no way to fight back.
The old Taoist said slowly: "Someone once said, 'If you take half of a chi's stick in a day, it will last forever.'"
The big demon, who relied on the hibiscus crown to stabilize his soul, said with difficulty: "It is one of the most famous knowledge of the founder of the famous school. I have seen it many times in various books, but I have never thought about it seriously."
The old Taoist sneered: "So you are stupid."
The great demon with only his soul and no body left, wearing a hibiscus crown, was worried in his heart, he had never missed his hometown so much.
The old Taoist turned his head and said with a smile: "I have erased the restrictions on the narrow knife Zingxue, which was a relic from the past. Do you mind?"
The big demon shook his head and said nothing.
The old Taoist laughed and said: "You don't even know how to flatter me, you deserve this disaster."
The big demon was confused.
The old Taoist has stepped into the void and left.
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When Chen Ping'an rolled out the natal scroll on the right side of Sui Dynasty, he threw in a gold coin.
There was a light rain in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom in Lotus Flower Blessed Land.
In early winter, although the rain is not heavy, it is still a bit annoying.
A group of four people were walking on the street. The young man at the head was an indistinguishable male and female. He was very handsome. He was holding a folding fan in the middle of winter. He did not open it. He tapped the palm of his hand gently. In the eyes of the people of Nanyuan Kingdom, if he was not really good-looking, he would be...
He is really an arty vulgar person.
Four people were walking on a street. The young people looked around and marveled.
There was a Mengtong named Cao Qinglang who had already walked to the street from his shabby alley, but it rained suddenly, so he had to run home to get an oil-paper umbrella. Now he walked to the corner of the street and saw it from a distance.
The group of people looked with wide eyes full of hope, but after vaguely seeing the face of the young master, he was not the person he hoped for. Cao Qinglang was a little disappointed, and walked quickly to the school alone. Mr. Zhong was teaching.
, don’t like others being late.
Cao Qinglang couldn't see the young master clearly.
However, the latter saw him clearly. As a banished immortal who retained his cultivation and landed in the Ouhua Blessed Land with his true body and complete soul, Lu Tai became one of the latest ten people in the world as soon as he landed.
As for the three subordinates behind him, they have the same treatment, but they are limited by their poor foundation in Haoran World and their young age. Therefore, they are considered to be second-rate top masters in this world, and they are still far away from the first-rate masters.
Huan Yin, who almost suffered a nervous breakdown in that disaster, changed his family and joined Huang Shang, a young Taoist priest in Lutai.
The surname of Junyan and Tao Xieyang outside Feiying Castle, which is deep in the city, is the chess piece nailed into the interior of Feiying Castle.
Now all three of them are registered disciples of Lu Tai.
Lu Tai came to a street adjacent to Zhuangyuan Lane. There was a martial arts hall nearby. Lu Tai looked at a small house that was once the place where Ding Ying and Ya'er stayed after entering the capital. It was regarded as a place of the Demon Sect in Nanyuan Kingdom.
It was a stronghold, but after the end of the war, the national master Zhongqiu kept this house. Lu Tai smiled and said: "From now on, this will be my private house."
He turned his head and ordered the three of them: "Huang Shang, if you go to the Hushan Sect, how much you can learn from Yu Zhenyi depends on your own destiny."
"As for Tao Xieyang and Huan Yin, you two can wander around this blessed place as you like. Tao Xieyang can pay more attention to Longwu General Tang Tieyi, and Huan Yin can get close to Cheng Yuanshan, the Arm Saint outside the Great Wall."
"After Jiazi, if you can't be among the top ten in the world, then you can become the nourishment of this blessed place. May you be blessed. I have given you the things you need to save your life, and you will still be drowned here.
In this small river and lake, I think bringing you down here is simply a waste of money."
Lu Tai waved his hand, and the three of them said goodbye respectfully and left.
Not far away stood a Confucian scholar in a blue shirt with slightly frosted temples. He was exactly the kind of master in Cao Qinglang's eyes. It was not the naughty and sleepy school boys who were late today, but the unsmiling old master himself.
Lu Tai smiled and looked at Imperial Master Zhong Qiu, "Chen Ping'an and I are friends. I have experienced Imperial Master Zhong's style with my own eyes, so I chose to settle down in Nanyuan Kingdom to take root."
Zhong Qiu nodded, "In that case, I'll wait and see. I still hope you won't have any scruples, even if you are Chen Ping'an's friend."
With a snap, Lu Tai opened his elegant bamboo fan, gently fanning the breeze and drizzle, and said with a smile: "Have you ever thought about going to see the scenery outside sixty years later?"
Zhong Qiu shook his head, turned and left.
Lu Tai didn't take it seriously and turned to look at the door of the house. After a year of wind and sun, the door god posted was already a little old. He said to himself: "It's almost the Chinese New Year. The door god has to be changed and the Spring Festival couplets have to be posted. What's the point?"
We need to hire some pretty girls who are more pleasing to our eyes as maids, or we should go to Chunchao Palace first and ask for a few from Zhou Shi, the hairpin man?"
After Chen Pingan threw the second gold coin into the scroll.
In the Hushan Sect of Songlai Country, there was a thin continuous rain of sunshine. No one made a fuss, except for the great master Yu Zhenyi, who looked like a child and rose into the sky with a sword.
Yu Zhenyi's sword was hovering at a very high place. The strong wind in the sky made his Taoist robes rustle, and he said softly: "The storm is coming."
In an official residence in the capital city of Nanyuan Kingdom, a young man had just walked out of the library with books. Suddenly, something fell from the sky and fell in front of him. It almost hit him, and the young man was startled.
If you look closely, you can see that it is a small white ape covered in blood, lean and lean.
The little guy was lying on the ground with a dejected expression, his eyes even more confused than that of the boy holding the book.
On the border of the Northern Jin Kingdom in the Lotus Flower Blessed Land, a young Taoist priest stood by the lake and looked at the mirror in the lake, murmuring repeatedly: "Who am I? Who am I?"
Finally, with a splitting headache, he squatted down holding his head.
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Inside the ruined temple, the atmosphere is strange.
Everyone sat around the campfire.
Chen Pingan only said, "Thank you for your hard work."
Zhu Lian rejected the porcelain bottle handed over by Chen Ping'an, saying that with this injury, there was no way to stretch the muscles and bones, so there was no need to waste the young master's elixir.
Then he glanced at Sui Youyou, who was already in the golden body state. The martial madman asked with a smile: "Master, I also have something to say, which I can't understand."
Chen Pingan nodded and said, "Tell me about it."
Zhu Lian's body was covered in blood, with many bones exposed, but he still smiled as usual, "'After eating one penny, go to eleven to ten, and stop after that'. What do you mean by that?"
Sui Zuoyi suddenly stood up, her murderous intent rising sharply, but she found that Chen Pingan had never returned the Infatuation Sword to her after taking it away.
Sui Zuo stared at the rickety old man, "Zhu Lian, why didn't you tell me earlier?!"
Chen Pingan said slowly: "It should be said that every time you die, after I use a golden copper coin to invite you out of the scroll again, your highest martial arts achievements in the future will be from the legendary eleventh martial arts realm, the Martial God Realm.
', fell to the tenth realm. After eating two, you can only become a master of the ninth realm, the so-called mountain top realm, the end of martial arts in the eyes of ordinary martial artists."
Sui's right side looked sad and murderous.
He not only hated Zhu Lian, but also hated Chen Ping'an, and couldn't restrain himself.
Zhu Lian smiled and said: "I understand, thank you young master for clarifying my doubts."
Chen Ping'an suddenly stood up and walked straight out of the temple, "Sui Youyou, come with me out. I have something to tell you."
Sui's eyes on the right side of the temple were cold.
Chen Ping'an still didn't look back and crossed the threshold, "Within one stick of incense, if you don't go out to find me, I will burn the scroll. You don't have to pay back the two gold coins you owe me."
Sui Youyou walked out of the ruined temple expressionlessly and quickly followed the figure walking on the mountain road.
Chen Ping'an followed Sui You on the right, seemingly not caring whether she would go on a rampage to kill someone, and said slowly: "If your mood is bad, how can you practice swordsmanship in the future? You Sui You only have this little mind, I don't think you actually need it at all.
Now that you are practicing swordsmanship, you will not be able to reach the highest level regardless of whether you are restrained by the old Taoist master of Donghai."
Sui's right finger moved slightly.
Chen Pingan was still walking slowly in front, but said calmly: "You will die. If you really want to die, I have something to say to you before you die."
Sui's right side was silent.
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A quarter of an hour later, Chen Pingan and Sui Zuoyi returned to the ruined temple one after the other.
Although Sui Youyou's face looked very bad, her mood seemed to have improved. She no longer had any murderous intent, and she no longer had the crazy desire to destroy the temple and bury her with everyone because of the collapse of her martial arts.
The two sat by the fire again.
Chen Pingan took Pei Qian's rice bowl and started eating his second bowl of rice tonight. The flatterer Pei Qian was still squatting next to him, holding a small jar of pickles in his hands. Chen Pingan looked around and asked with a smile: "You are here.
Do you have any thoughts on this strange world?"
The four of them were silent for a moment, and Lu Baixiang took the lead and said with a smile: "What's going on in the mountains? Songhua brews wine, spring water makes tea, and I wish you great freedom."
Zhu Lian chuckled and said: "The world is full of emotions, but the white porcelain plum soup in midsummer makes the broken ice clang when it hits the wall. I wish you could win the heart of a beautiful woman."
Wei Xian thought for a while and said something that was consistent with his status as the founding emperor of the country, "After killing a million soldiers, the sword is still bloody."
Pei Qian glared and said, "Old Wei, what the hell, can't you speak properly?"
Wei Xian nodded, "This is a poem sent to me by a literati from Nanyuan. If I were to recite the poem myself, it would be... The heavy rain fell, and the price of firewood and rice increased. The benches were used as firewood, which scared the bed.
"
Pei Qian then nodded and said with a smile: "Old Wei, this poem is much better than the previous one. I can understand it."
Wei Xian smiled and said, "Back then, there were many great literati who honestly said that I did have some literary talent."
Pei Qian rolled his eyes.
On the right side of the Sui Dynasty, he thought to himself and said: "I would like to follow the master to the altar of heaven and sweep away the fallen flowers with the immortals."
Pei Qian, who was next to Chen Pingan at the end, smiled and asked, "You are the only one left."
Pei Qian was surprised and said shyly: "I haven't read much yet, and I can't write poetry yet."
Chen Pingan took a big mouthful of rice, picked up some pickled vegetables with chopsticks, and said with a smile, "I didn't ask you to write a poem either."
Pei Qian said oh, with high spirits, "Then I really said what I said, don't be angry, don't curse me!"
Chen Pingan nodded.
Pei Qian said loudly: "I want to read the thinnest books, eat the most expensive dishes, scold the worst people, and beat the wildest dogs!"
Chen Pingan almost choked on his rice.
Seeing the bad opportunity, Pei Qian thought that his ambition was not big enough. He glanced at the hiking pole at his feet and quickly added: "How about... add another one to poke the biggest hornet's nest?!"
Wei Xian said with a straight face: "At such a young age, you have such ambitions to be a king."
Pei Qian grinned at Old Wei and held out his thumb, "Old Wei, you are better! You are very discerning. No wonder you can become an emperor. Alas, you are a little poorer now."