Sword of Coming Chapter 1143

The final place of the ancient battle between water and fire.

Jiang She's body appeared in an instant, and he punched his head and face.

Chen Ping'an was not in a hurry to draw his sword. He moved forward instead of retreating. He shook the mountain again as he went forward and received Jiang She's punch with one hand.

Just as they exchanged punches and then punches, a vortex of time appeared in the sky above the heads of both parties. This was a strange phenomenon caused by the collision and agitation of the fists of both parties with the long river of time.

Within the vortex of time, there are still various strange scenes, one after another, showing the fighting process of various ancient battlefields, like a series of smart murals.

After all, it was a punch from an eleventh-level martial artist. Chen Pingan retreated, retreated again and again. In an instant, a long blue line stretched out for more than ten miles, and finally stood still, his sleeves bulging, as if there was something there. A series of muffled thunder sounds. Chen Pingan shook his sword, and the golden light on the tip of the sword flowed and shone brightly.

"You have some strength. If you are a strong martial artist who dares to take this punch forcefully, you will probably be reincarnated by now."

Standing where Chen Ping'an originally stood, Jiang She twisted his wrist to disperse the punch, showing a bit of admiration, and said with a smile: "Compared to the last time in Taiping Mountain, when he fell to the ground and pretended to be dead after receiving half a punch, there is no improvement. few."

The five martial arts in the body, fighting two against three, are like a battlefield of endless battles. Within Jiang She's small world of human body, there are like three groups of rebels making trouble. This makes Jiang She inevitably a little irritable, and he must be distracted to suppress them, such as The emperor had to leave the capital to personally fight the rebellion, but he was still at a disadvantage in terms of military strength.

Jiang She didn't need any words or even use the slightest spiritual energy. He just waved. The crack in the earth that he had stepped on with his knees turned out to be a "mountain" array. The center was the Ancestral Dragon Mountain, and the rest was made of This dragon vein extends out.

This hand was like the incisive technique used to engrave seals in later generations. When Jiang She gave the order, a large formation rose from the ground, and the mountains were undulating. Except for the dark color, they were the same shape as the mountains in the world. The formation was like a mountain pressing down on top, slamming down on Chen Ping'an's mustard-seed figure in the distance. Like a mountain-shaped seal that is as big as an upside-down mountain, it uses the earth as rice paper and moves toward the Chen Ping'an seal with lightning speed.

Chen Ping'an didn't move at all. He just raised his long sword and made a free stroke upwards, easily cutting it into pieces.

The towering mountains then collapsed, and the infinite Taoist meaning contained in the formation, without the support of the hub, turned into a majestic heavy rain, splashing out, and countless golden raindrops fell to the ground. This scene was extremely dazzling.

The great catastrophe is overwhelming.

Just cut with one sword.

Jiang She smiled. If his skills were limited to this, how could he dare to say that if he had lost half of his skills, he would go up to heaven and have a thorough discussion. As soon as those golden raindrops touched the ground and were tainted with some soil, they transformed into golden warriors. Hundreds of thousands of them wearing armor stood up and formed a formation to surround Chen Ping'an. There are still those mountains that have not been completely broken, appearing in mid-air into burly **** generals wearing various armors, ranging in height from hundreds to thousands of feet, holding weapons, or using various magical powers, or performing various offensive techniques. Dharma, thousands of magical powers, piled up like a dense burst of arrows, clustering towards Chen Pingan...

Chen Pingan had a smile on his face, holding a long sword in his hand, his mind moved slightly, and the sword light overflowed, like weaving a bright full moon.

The full moon suddenly expanded, and the moonlight enveloped the long sword and the swordsman in green shirt with a hosta on his head. The sword energy was unparalleled, and the moonlight was like water, flooding the entire world in an instant.

What magical powers or spells, powerful warriors on the earth, gods in golden armor hanging in the air...the mighty killing momentum were all washed away by the sword energy and dissipated silently.

Chen Ping'an frowned slightly and looked down, only to see a short halberd of colorful treasures stuck across his heart, which penetrated his heart and back at some point.

Slowly pull out the short halberd that is not a real thing, put a little more force on it with your fingers, and crush it gently. All I could see was that the heart that had been pierced by the halberd was just a ball of golden light as thick as mercury. There was no blood at all, so it was not considered a fatal injury. To say it was an injury was probably a bit reluctant. This is the tyranny of this divine body. It is spotless, flawless, and has no defects. The avenue circulates endlessly by itself.

Indeed, half of the human beings who can remotely compete with Heaven's Zhou Mi are really that easy to kill once Chen Pingan is no longer hiding?

Jiang She stood in the distance, stretched out his hand to hold the spear and "break the formation", put one hand on his cheek, and laughed angrily.

Just now, by accident, his cheek was pierced by an elusive green flying sword. However, the wound healed very quickly. Of course, Jiang She was fine, but he just lost some face.

However, a drop of blood was still wiped away by the flying sword. Chen Pingan raised his hand and put the flying sword fifteen into his sleeve. He rubbed the trophy with his **** and looked a little regretful. It was a pity that it did not involve his own soul. Otherwise, if he could be like Zheng If you hunt down the big demon Hutu in the middle, you will make money. Chen Pingan flicked the drop of blood to the ground, and a useless "Jiang She" appeared next to him.

This illusion, temporarily cast by Chen Ping'an using talismans, is useless in terms of killing power, but it has other uses. It is like a rubbing used to explore the number of caves in the human body, the trend of meridians, the natal objects refined, etc. , allowing Chen Ping'an to see some of Jiang She's inside scenes.

But before Chen Pingan could take another look, "Jiang She" rebelled. I don't know what kind of methods Jiang She used to make him switch sides in the face of the battle and punch Chen Pingan directly in the face.

Chen Pingan stretched out his hand and broke its neck. It collapsed to the ground, and its body melted like snow, returning to a drop of blood. He wanted to escape and flee. Chen Pingan spread his palm, and a pocket formation trapped it, and then trapped it. It was imprisoned in an invisible white bowl above the palm of the hand, and a drop of blood kept spinning, bumping into walls everywhere, like the sun and moon moving around in the plate.

Jiang She suddenly released his spear and asked, "Do you dare to have an upright martial arts battle?"

Chen Pingan smiled as usual, "Do you dare to have an open and aboveboard intellectual debate? Recite poems and compose poems, and compete in literary talent?"

While speaking, he gently shook his wrist, and in the rough embryo "inside the bowl" hanging above the palm of his hand, a drop of blood evolved into "Jiang She", "Yuanshen", "Military Strategist", and "Martial Arts", a total of seven characters, in small regular script. For example, an inscription is written in ink on the inner wall of a snow-white porcelain bowl, just waiting to be fired in the kiln.

Judging from the posture, Chen Ping'an wanted to help the ancestor of the military strategist to imitate a piece of natal porcelain?

Although the rough white bowl has not yet been smelted, it is already as thin as paper and crystal clear. Only seven characters can be seen arranged in an array inside the bowl.

Jiang She narrowed his eyes, was he being mysterious? Or is it targeted? Could it be that on the battlefield outside that day, as a reward for working together to change the trajectory of Qingdao and avoiding the tragedy of the two worlds colliding, it was a great merit that Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou made an exception and passed on this secret technique to Chen Ping'an?

Chen Pingan grabbed the bowl with one hand and raised it high. Looking at the still blank bottom of the bowl, he seemed to be hesitating about what inscription should be engraved to suit the occasion.

The Big Dipper is high.

Jiang She shook his head, "It turns out you were just pretending to be a ghost. You lacked the 'heat'."

Even if the little Fukan girl from Xue Qing Ming Tianxia builds a Ziwei Yuan formation in Yinzhou, after all, Chen Ping'an is half a one, so naturally he is more legitimate than the ghost Xu Juan, and can become an formation in his own right. hub. This battlefield site of the battle between water and fire does retain a lot of two Taoist charms. It is a natural kiln mouth, but when it comes to this Beidou, the word "note" cannot be used. Jiang She was not a demon clan, and had not been sewed by the young hidden official to carry his real name. Moreover, Chen Ping'an was not a real fire dragon who had reached the fourteenth realm.

In a fight on the top of a mountain, every great monk has a few tricks up their sleeves, and they may only be afraid of some side tricks that will surprise them and win.

During the construction of the road, Jiang She suffered a lot from this. He was hit by some strange tricks many times, which made him disgraced and wasted a lot of time. Of course, those who were his enemies suffered even greater losses.

Chen Pingan pretended to be stunned, as if his trick had been exposed. As expected, he did not write the inscription before throwing it into the dragon kiln for firing. He released his fingers and a white bowl with red letters slid into his sleeve.

First condensing water to operate the bowl, and then refining it with fire, it is a simulated water-fire battle that Chen Ping'an uses the right time and place to pull the energy of heaven and earth. The remaining heavenly law that has been circulating in the local area for thousands of years will regard Jiang She as someone who must be killed. The enemy of the road.

Linked together.

Obviously, Chen Ping'an used the art of war to treat others with their own methods.

Chen Ping'an's pure golden eyes stared straight at Jiang She.

When you are alive, you are wading in a long river of time that you don't know where it starts or ends.

There are quite a few similarities.

On the path of spiritual practice, both sides have martial arts and magical powers.

Jiang She was the first person in the ancient world to single-handedly kill gods and break the golden body. In this way, you can get a "humane" great luck protection.

Chen Ping'an is the first Qi practitioner in Lizhu Dongtian Town. So I returned to the gambling table. A stick of incense was lit in the courtyard, and the light skyrocketed.

They are all treasonous and heretical.

Their confrontation today seemed like a destiny, like collecting and repaying debts from each other.

The shadow of a famous tree.

One of the ten tycoons in the ancient world, the fourth in the world, the ancestor of the military strategist, and the eleventh level of martial arts.

Any title you pick is enough to make a Fourteenth Realm monk feel stressed.

Chen Ping'an also learned a skill from Xiao Mo. He didn't take it too seriously when asking anyone about swordsmanship.

Jiang She asked: "Did you have any premeditation in choosing this place as the battlefield?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Forgot."

There were indeed some imaginary enemies, such as Wu Shuangjiang, who had a fight with the night ship, Pei Min, one of the two preachers in Lutai, Bai Shang, who conspired with Tian Wan and had long planned the fate of Aquarius Island Kendo, and That Wuzhou is very likely to "attack and kill Chen Ping'an to seize the treasure".

In order to imprison one's own divinity, one must choose to forget, use this to build a cage, build layers of passes, and draw the ground as a prison for self-imprisonment and self-exile.

Jiang She looked at Chen Ping'an holding a long sword with a sarcastic look on his face, and said with a sneer: "When you recognize the master, you will have strict rules and insurmountable priorities. Why bother? It's better to form a contract as equals in the first place."

In short, Chen Ping'an, who is now a swordsman in the immortal realm, has a Taoist mind and realm that are the biggest constraints to the sword wielder.

During the last "mountain climbing" reunion, on the surface the sword holder also handed out several swords to Jiang She, seemingly doing whatever he wanted and not being restrained. In fact, Chen Ping'an, as the master, did not have any murderous intention at that time. To be precise, there was no strong ups and downs in Taoist heart, so the sword wielder seemed particularly free, just like she was killing the armored man outside the sky, only Because as the master, Chen Pingan is not around. Once Chen Ping'an meets the armored man, it's okay if he doesn't have murderous intentions. As long as he has murderous intentions, the sword holder has to abdicate. He must give up the throne to Chen Ping'an, change his identity, and let the latter become the sword holder.

Jiang She shook his head with pity in his eyes, "I feel so sorry for you couple, and even more embarrassed."

Otherwise, if there is someone beside Chen Pingan who is as lethal as a sword wielder, how difficult would it be for Chen Pingan to act as a thug and protector even if he is just a Jade Pu Realm sword cultivator wandering around the world?

Even if the god's status is as high as that of the sword holder, he is not the co-lord of the ancient heaven, and he will not be able to obtain true and pure freedom.

Just because the other four supreme gods are still not as high as heaven.

Jiang She said something strange out of the blue, "In that meeting on the bank of the long river of time, I believe that the moment you saw the sword holder for the first time, you must have been desperate and a little angry?"

Chen Ping ignored it and said to himself: "I don't want to trouble you, but you took the initiative to come to my door."

"The key is that the reasons have been found for me, so there is no need to worry about it."

After a moment of silence, Chen Pingan looked complicated and murmured: "My senior brother..."

I don't know how to evaluate it, I'm really speechless.

The wild world.

This is a very strange traveling team, both weird and supernatural.

Anonymous, a wild man, leads the way. As the only native, he takes a group of outsiders on a tour and introduces the local customs along the way. Having him lead the way can save a lot of unnecessary trouble. The atmosphere in the team is quite harmonious. There is no grievance or enmity anyway. The Nameless Doe just treats it as a dispensable relationship. Who knows if he goes to Qing Ming Tianxia in the future and joins them. At least he has someone. A place to stay.

In the wilderness, once you make a friend on the mountain, you will often make enemies for no reason. This is similar to the officialdom under the mountain in the vast world.

I just don't know what the situation is like in the Qingming world where Taoist officials are everywhere. Nameless, who was walking side by side with Zhang Fenghai, glanced at the team behind him and smiled. Since he was curious, he would know as soon as he left.

Qingming Tianxia belongs to this group of private Taoist priests who set up their own sect. The Ancestral Mountain Leyue Peak has a very small territory. It is just the top of the mountain where the Ancestral Master Hall is located, plus a weak river upstream.

The sect advocate Feng Hai is a monk in the New Fourteenth Realm. His new Taoist name is very rustic, "Nitu".

Deputy sect leader and chief worshiper, Lutai.

Behind Lu Tai's butt, there was also a native dog whom he named "Lu Chen".

Li Huai, the most famous academy sage in the world. He was the most ordinary one, but he seemed very strange in this team.

Lu Tai walked beside Li Huai, asking questions. Anyway, the topic went around and around, and he always got something to do with Shanzhu Chen and Yin Guan.

Anonymous sighed: "I'm really curious, how strong is that Yashan Forest Master?"

Zhang Fenghai said: "The killing power is so high that I can only say that it cannot be regarded as an ordinary fourteenth realm."

Anonymous nodded and said: "For martial artists like us, this is almost the highest praise we can get."

Zhang Fenghai asked doubtfully: "Senior, you always consider yourself a martial artist in your heart?"

Anonymous smiled and said: "It is selfishness. After all, the journey of martial arts is not as good as cultivating Tao, refining qi, and stopping the flow of water. The number is smaller, and the opportunities are naturally greater."

Although Zhang Fenghai had been with the nameless ancient wild demon for a short time, he felt that he was quite close to him. In fact, the nameless person was not like this. He had to repeatedly remind himself to wait and see what happens, so as not to be impulsive and join Zhang Fenghai's sect. The golden and jade genealogy certificate. The gathering and dispersion of fate are like the ebb and flow of the tide. How quiet and quiet it is when the tide ebbs, and how majestic it is when the tide rises.

Anonymous stabilized his mind and asked directly: "Fellow Taoist, is it considered that you have accumulated enough Taoism and your merits are full?"

Since the other party dared to ask this question face to face, Zhang Fenghai was willing to answer such a taboo question and gave the answer straightforwardly, "There is still a calamity to be overcome. When I escaped from the Yanxia Cave, I made an agreement with Dao Ancestor that I need to participate in three Teach debate. Just as one calamity ends, another calamity begins again."

Anonymous said: "Discussing Taoism is a huge turmoil, and fixing turmoil is also a matter of cultivating Taoism."

Zhang Fenghai smiled and said: "That's definitely the truth."

In life, no matter whether it is an immortal or a mortal, practicing Taoism or not, everyone has his or her own calamity and fate.

"Villains" follow their own numerology, but "adults" are led by destiny, and it's no exception.

For example, Wang Jia, the founder of Rudou City in Fuyao Island and whose Taoist name is Xujun, said that he had three military tribulations to overcome, one continent would sink, the sect would be destroyed, and he would be defeated.

This is also the reason why Ning Yao ran away from home and traveled across Daoxuan Mountain to all the continents in the world, and did not stop until he reached the small town of Lizhu Cave.

Anonymous clasped his fists and said, "Then let me be a good boy, wait until the debate is over, and then go to Leyue Peak to visit fellow Taoists and see if I can use the treasure land to choose the direction of the avenue."

Zhang Fenghai nodded and said: "It is human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, there is no need to be pretentious."

Anonymous asked: "Then what is Tianxin?"

Zhang Fenghai smiled and said: "When fellow Taoists arrive at Leyue Peak, the Taoist priests can speak freely, and fellow Taoists can listen to what they say."

Anonymous rubbed his chin, remembering an annoying thing, "Master Bai may not be willing to let him go. My fellow Taoist can get out of the Yanxia Cave, but I may not be able to leave the wild world."

Zhang Fenghai said: "I originally wanted to visit Mr. Bai to discuss something on this trip. I guess there must be a dispensable escape route in the wilderness. Once the situation is eroded, it can maintain its incense."

After all, Anonymous is an accomplished monk, and he is not stupid after all. He instantly understood the implication of Zhang Fenghai's words. It was very simple. If the wild world was defeated by Haoran, and even Bai Ze tried his best, regardless of the cost and consequences, he could not make up for anything, then the wild world would need one or two incense and Tao seeds, who could be able to make up for it. The light continues in a certain place, or takes root, grows naturally, and returns home one day... This is similar to the Ascension City of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Qi Tingji and the Longxiang Sword Sect of the Nanposu Continent in the vast world, and the guardians who are now in the Qingming world. Cheng Quan, the former criminal officer Hao Su and others. Different journey home, same process and good intentions.

Anonymous said solemnly: "No matter whether this matter is successful or not, I would like to thank you in advance."

Zhang Fenghai smiled and said: "'It is human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and there is no need to be pretentious.' This sentence was meant for both of us."

Anonymous laughed heartily. It would be great if smart people were funny. The matter of fate on the road is truly wonderful.

Their conversation was very casual, and no words were used from the heart. Li Huai listened a few times along the way, but he just thought he was listening to some fairy tales.

Lu Tai said furtively: "The sect master has more smiles today than he usually does in a year. Why, Yue Lao is holding the rope, and the red Luan star is moving?"

Shi Xingyuan glanced at Wu Mingshi, and she couldn't help but spat, feeling that Lu Tai's statement was disgusting, "A dog can't spit out ivory from its mouth!"

Lu Bixia was surprised and said: "Unexpectedly, the sect master can meet Taoist friends who are talking and speculating in such an uncivilized barbarian land."

If Zhang Fenghai could really abduct this great demon from the wilderness to Leyue Peak, it would be a great help. Can I serve as the guardian of the mountain?

Anonymous suddenly asked in his heart: "Lin Jiangxian went to Qingming to establish a foothold in the world. There must be a reason that can withstand scrutiny, right?"

Zhang Fenghai remained silent, he only had a guess in his mind, which was clearer than before in Yanxia Cave, but it was difficult to explain it to Wumingshi, who was not yet a cultivator of his family tree.

Bai Yujing and Lin Jiangxian, each waiting for "Chen"?

Bai Yujing waits for the success of the master's teaching Kou Ming.

The last sacrificial official of the Sword Qi Great Wall, Yan Guo, is waiting for the hidden official?

The question is, what should we do when the latter arrives?

I met Zheng Juzhong in this unspeakable taboo place. It was a worthwhile trip. I was sure that he would not take action against Bai Yujing for the time being. Headmaster Lu could go back home with peace of mind. It was a wonderful achievement!

People are in high spirits during happy events, humming tuneless folk songs, and the sleeves of their two Taoist robes fall higher than the Taoist crown they wear on their heads.

Lu Chen exclaimed, stopped, spread out his palms to cover his eyebrows, looked up, and saw a figure in the distance. Lu Chen stood on tiptoes and looked intently. He was overjoyed to see that there was a living person. Who was the same person here? The strangers who share the same destiny, the fellow villagers burst into tears when they see the fellow villagers. Lu Chen tipped his toes, used his escape technique, and flew toward the fellow Taoist. He did not forget to speak out to remind the other party of his existence, so as not to be mistaken for someone with evil intentions and ruin his harmony in vain.

I saw a young-looking monk, who was obviously the kind of man who had almost perfected his merits and attained enlightenment, but he was like a dead old tree with no vitality, slowly decaying here.

The monk is sitting cross-legged in the void, holding a fly whisk, and is doing the breathing lesson.

Every time you take a breath, two wisps of Qi mixed with five colors will spurt out from your nostrils, like a mighty river, flowing continuously.

With just this hand, in any place in the world, if others see it, they will be exclaimed as an old god, with an immortal spirit.

But around the futon, ashes were gathering all over the ground, and day after day, over the years, they laid a thick layer.

Upon closer inspection, I discovered that the futon was made of accumulated ashes, like growth rings of ancient wood, going round and round.

Seeing that the other party ignored him, Lu Chen could only put his hand to his mouth, "Fellow Taoist, fellow Taoist, can you tell me something?"

The monk slowly opened his eyelids, and another piece of ashes fell from the back of his hand. The monk sighed quietly and exhaled softly, and the ashes fell somewhere on the annual ring of the futon.

"What are you doing here, fellow Taoist?" the monk said hoarsely, and the language Lu Chen was proficient in was the ancient elegance of a certain place. Remember, it's Master Bixiao's Caizhou Dojo?

Lu Chen felt worried. It was probably the Taoist friend who had offended his uncle. He seemed to be worried about hiding anywhere, so he had to take refuge here.

Anyone who dares to provoke Master Bixiao will not be far behind in his Taoist conduct.

Lu Chen bowed his head in a formal manner, "Xiao Dao Lu Chen, I came here to pay my respects to my senior."

The monk's eyes were deep, and he glanced at the young Taoist priest's clothes. He was silent for a moment and asked: "How is the Master of Bixiao Cave, also known as Caizhou Taoist? Is he fifteen?"

The tone of the other person's words was full of energy, and his face was full of energy. He was probably a newcomer who had just arrived here not long ago.

Those who stay here, no matter what their roots and channels are, most of them come here to avoid disaster, but they will suffer the torment of heaven.

Lu Chen nodded and said, "I am fifteen. I have just returned to Qingming World a few years ago. I am now fifteen. It is a great thing to be celebrated by the whole world. Bai Yujing has to take the initiative to come and congratulate me."

When the monk heard this, his heart was shocked, he couldn't help himself, and his face showed fear.

No longer caring about anything, the monk shook his sleeves and quickly raised his hands to make the seal.

As the old monk made calculations and deductions, the light shone between his fingers, and the halo spread out layer by layer, revealing many wonderful visions. The monk's face gradually became gloomy, and he stared at the young Taoist priest who was full of rumors, " Is it fun to deliberately deceive and consume my mind?"

Lu Chen sat cross-legged not far away and asked with a smile: "Senior, why don't you just calculate 'Lu Chen's' fortune?"

The monk's face was uncertain, and he finally felt helpless. His face was full of exhaustion, and he was getting more and more depressed. "Who are you, what is your realm, what is your identity, and what do you have to do with me."

Lu Chen nodded and said, "That makes sense."

The monk was quite surprised and said: "Didn't you think that the Taoist master is also proficient in martial arts?"

Lu Chen was also surprised and said with a shy face: "Proficient is definitely not considered proficient, just a little bit of knowledge. There is nothing I can do about it. I travel all over the country all year round and earn money from selling my strength. I live in the open and live in the open. I don't know any boxing or kicking skills. If you don't have martial arts at your side, what should you do if you encounter bad people and thieves cutting off paths? Brother, do you think this is true?"

The monk nodded and said: "What the Taoist said makes sense. When you are away from home, you can only tell the truth to reasonable people, but fists and kicks can be heard by everyone."

As for making money with your feet, just listen. Not counting the increase in Taoist age here, during the three thousand years of Taoism, I have seen all kinds of people with all kinds of temperaments. It is indeed rare to be like this "young" Taoist priest in front of me.

After all, the monk liked peace and quiet, so he issued a euphemistic eviction order and asked tentatively: "Since we only met by chance, where will the Taoist priest go after a short rest?"

Lu Chen said categorically: "When you feel hungry, go home and eat."

In the desolate mountain, I first accompanied Lord Right Protector on a mountain patrol. The white-haired boy held a booklet under his arm and raised his arm with one hand, shouting, "Follow the Yinguan Ancestor, eat nine meals a day, get promoted and get rich!"

After inspecting the back mountain of Jiling Peak, they parted ways. The white-haired boy said he was going to the sword worship platform to urge his disciple to practice swordsmanship. He and Xiao Mili clasped their fists and said goodbye, saying "see you again".

"High disciple" Yao Xiaoyan, haha, is as tall as her master.

The white-haired boy who was secretly praised by Lord Yin Guan as "walking in the arsenal" has taught Yao Xiaoyan three swordsmanships, corresponding to three natal flying swords.

The white-haired boy was not in a hurry to go to the sword worship platform. He walked alone on the mountain road, dipped in saliva and looked through the book. It was a supplementary booklet, recording in detail the trivial matters and grudges in the mountains.

For example, Wen Chengcheng was so bold that he dared to give Yin Guan Patriarch eye drops at Zheng Dafeng's side, saying that there were some complaints from some Shanshui Mansion Newspapers, and questioning why Yin Guan didn't go to the wilderness.

Thinking of this, the white-haired boy closed the book and muttered, "I'm angry, I'm angry."

At this moment, a voice sounded in my heart, "If you don't go, there will be a reason not to go."

The white-haired boy felt as if he had been hit by a sap, his heart strings tightened, and he stood there without moving, as if he had been cast on a body-holding spell.

A golden light shot out from between its brows, Wu Shuangjiang appeared, and walked straight forward, "Follow me."

The white-haired boy drooped his head, looking sick and scared.

With Chen Ping'an's character, since he promised Wu Shuangjiang to take good care of the white-haired boy, he would do his best without any ambiguity.

In fact, when Wu Shuangjiang and his party asked about the general result of Bai Yujing, Chen Ping'an might know earlier than the monks at the top of the mountain in Qing Mingtianxia. For example, when the Luolu Mountain genealogist fell to the point of almost "no state" , is when this Taoist friend Honghou is at his weakest physically, mentally and spiritually. Chen Ping'an knew well at that time that Wu Shuang must have "died" when he landed on the boundary of Baiyu Jing.

In terms of emotion and reason, in public and private matters, Luo Luoshan should immediately arrange a guardian for the white-haired boy. For example, Xie Gou, or an old deaf child. Anyway, you have to be at least an Ascension Realm person.

But since Chen Pingan didn't do this, that is an answer in itself. This answer does not need to be told to Chen Pingan by Wu Shuangjiang who went to Night Ship, Wild World and Colorful World.

With Wu Shuangjiang's talent and secret skills, he opened up a path to the sky that was invisible to all ghosts, so that neither Bai Yujing nor the Confucian Temple could detect his whereabouts immediately.

Change of environment.

Of course, if Confucian Temple and Bai Yujing are intentional, it is assumed that there is a possibility that Wu Shuangjiang can "resurrect the soul through the corpse", and then use this to deduce the truth and process. Staring at Luolu Mountain, there must be clues. But the problem is that the Li Sheng has been to the Great Li Capital City, and several of the most popular students of the Holy Master have even been to the Luopo Mountain because of the matter of being granted the title...since they didn't say anything. So the Confucian Temple's attitude towards this matter is worth pondering.

The previous appearance of the sword holder in Qing Ming Tianxia was not some kind of demonstration by Chen Pingan to Bai Yujing, but a reminder to Wu Shuangjiang.

As agreed, we can take action.

Liu Fang fell to the ground and knelt down. After getting up, he thought for a moment and crossed the continent in one step to Tongye Island.

Soon a Taoist friend "Tong Ye" with a dull expression appeared next to Liu Xi.

I saw that he was wearing a jasper crown on his head, a pair of golden eyes, and a jade pendant hanging from his waist, which described his ancient appearance and the atmosphere of a prince.

But his face is covered with scabies, and his attire changes erratically. He may be wearing a green robe and a jade belt, or he may be wearing plain linen, or he may be wearing armor.

This is the combination of Tongye Yizhou's luck, or the manifestation of the sage.

Liu Fang said: "The sages of the Confucian Temple are full of worries about Aai Aizhou, so I prefer it. Beiju Luzhou is the most unruly, so I favor it. You, Tongyezhou, have always been the most closed-minded, so I am willing to let you manifest." In the future, when he goes to the Wilderness battlefield, no matter what his identity is, you will follow him, as if we are returning the favor to the Wilderness together."

For some reason, Jiang She felt that Chen Ping'an had become unfamiliar in his eyes, which actually made him, the ancestor of the military strategist, feel the murderous intention and pressure of a great struggle for no reason.

Chen Ping'an said to himself: "I finally remembered. The founders of the three religions have dispersed, and the situation has changed unprecedentedly in ten thousand years. Everyone is fighting to survive, and only one can succeed. It turns out that Senior Brother Cui has been healed a long time ago."

"Let my junior brother lead the army."

"Chen Ping'an came to establish the religion and call him the ancestor."

Chapter end