Taoists have a sense of relief and pleasure that "you can die in the morning and evening."

Outside the high platform, there is still a barrier of a great road that is isolated from heaven and earth, as if it is intentionally blocking someone from coming here.

Zhou Haijing's expression changed, and suddenly saw the subway spear and said sharply: "Form a formation!"

She reached out and grabbed the iron spear that was the relics of Su Gaoshan's battlefield, "Okay, I will never be humiliated! It's not just you, the masters, are heroes!"

Zhou Haijing said to himself: "I will leave my name in history today, so that we can remember the name of the martial artist "Zhou Haijing" forever!"

She looked around and grinned, "I will never lose money in this loss-making transaction!"

Beijuluzhou.

In the night, it seemed like a sacrifice of sword appeared.

Liu Jinglong, the Taihui Sword Sect, took the lead in ascending with the sword.

The same is true for the sword cultivator Bai Shang, who ascended with the sword. Even with Chen Ping'an, he had a dispute with the great way.

Sword lights, in the temple, in the mountains and rivers, in the palaces, in the city, on the sea... all rise high.

More sword cultivators followed the "sacrificial sword" and did not know what the two "golden threads" collided. Everyone felt that the heart of Tao was shocked, and they actually had a moment of suffocation.

It is unimaginable how high the two sides of the fight must be to have such power?

A young sword cultivator rushed to fly with his sword. He happened to meet an acquaintance from a neighboring country who had just broken through a sea of ​​clouds and raised his head. Then he turned around and asked curiously: "What are you doing?"

The old man said angrily: "I don't know why you are following you too? Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?"

The young sword cultivator said to himself: "When you ask, your realm is slightly higher than mine. Should you hear something?"

The old man was too lazy to care about what the two levels were slightly higher. He just held his breath and said: "I just felt that the golden thread above was coming in a fierce manner, not like a good person. Anyway, the golden thread below was Chen Yinguan. Which one is better and which one is bad, and I still need grandpa to teach you?"

Young sword cultivator: "Oh."

The old man smiled angrily and said, "Oh, your uncle, just your level is enough, why don't you go back quickly. You always have to leave some sword incense for Beijuluzhou, and don't be snatched away by Aaiazhou."

The young sword cultivator said, "It's okay, I have two disciples. I've just gotten from the third level, so it's not bad. Besides, I have a master who has been in seclusion for many years... Hey, master, here too."

The higher the sword he ascends, the closer he gets to the "golden line", the more shocked the huge "line". The colorful glass color is as grand as the legendary pillar supporting the heavenly court.

Bai Shang took the lead in sacrificing the flying sword, slashed towards the high golden thread, and returned without success. There was no trace of the "golden thread". Bai Shang gently wiped the bleeding from his nose, and was surprised. He took the flying sword and saw that the gap was clear.

The Bai Shang of the Ascension Realm Sword Cultivator is like this, let alone other sword cultivators?

It seems that it is just to enable them to prove their true nature, without hesitation, regardless of gains and losses, and to do something for the world.

It's like...the tenderness given to the world in the end.

Bai Shang suddenly waved her sleeves and rolled a large plural of swords around him. It turned out that the fire rain had changed and swept away with a bang. Countless vortexes were burned out of the invisible world. It was the legendary scene where the ancient high-ranking gods cut off the flow with sharp blades and cut the long river of time.

Liu Jinglong looked solemn, stood beside Bai Shang, and said in his heart: "The outermost layer of colorful glass color is just a little afterglow of the divine spirit that sharpens the 'divine nature' of the golden thread and the flowing water of time."

Bai Shang frowned and said, "How can you break the formation?"

Liu Jinglong said silently, "I have to do something, I'll set up the formation, Bai Shang, you..."

Speaking of this, Liu Jinglong was a little difficult to speak, Bai Shang smiled and said, "I am willing to hand over a sword to destroy all the Taoist practices I have accumulated after entering the Ascension Realm, but if I say that the flying sword in my life is broken or broken, it will cause me to fall, I really can't do it..."

Liu Jinglong smiled and said, "Enough."

Bai Shang reminded: "Don't be impulsive."

Liu Jinglong said: "Let's talk about it. Form a formation first."

On the high platform, Shi Zhouren only had a pair of eyes and forehead left.

But he saw an unexpected uninvited guest. Shi Zhouren gathered the last bit of true spirit, touching the ripples of the aura in front of him, making a sound, "Mr. Zheng, I finally saw you."

Zheng Juzhong was wearing a snow-white robe, and there seemed to be a gray hazy fog around him. Shi Zhouren was too lazy to explore what it was. When he was dying, he would have no regrets in his life to be able to chat with Zheng Juzhong, the big devil.

Seeing that Zheng Juzhong had no intention of speaking, Shi Zhouren took the initiative to say: "The selfish people who have resentment towards this world always cannot stand all the beauty. The latter is like the scorching sun, very dazzling. The flaws of all beautiful things can also make them blind and suddenly become happy. Mr. Zheng, what kind of world will be like in ten thousand years?"

Zheng Juzhong said, "Your death."

Shi Zhouren was silent. The Taoist didn't know what he thought, but finally disappeared.

The misty shadow seemed to be ridiculing Zheng Juzhong. Is this the lord of Baidi City who is completely unscrupulous? Is this the so-called "Performance of the world first"?

Zheng Juzhong stretched out his finger here, outlined the name of a female sword cultivator, then took out several treasures from his sleeve, crushing them all.

In an instant, his body shrank and the mountains and rivers. Zheng Juzhong put the fog shadow into his sleeves, crossing the world directly, and going to the wilderness.

The wild world, the hinterland.

As a foreigner, the old man in green clothes stood on the top of a mountain, while Bai Ze stood on the bank of a river tens of thousands of miles away.

The two sides have been in a confrontation for a long time.

But for some reason, Chen Qingliu had already handed over the sword, but had not yet collected the sword. Both sides were on the battlefield, but it seemed that they had no effect on this world.

Before this, the wild demon clan who had never heard of the name "Qingzhu" was dead after Chen Qingliu passed by.

The reason was very simple, and he was too lazy to find Bai Ze and asked Bai Ze to come to see him on his own initiative.

Chen Qingliu wanted to use his swordsmanship for three thousand years to weigh Bai Ze's more than ten thousand years of Taoist power.

Senior Sister Xie is right, ask the sword as soon as possible.

If it is later, Bai Ze's power of Tao will be really unattainable. If you are not careful, you will be the first fifteenth realm in the world after the ancestors of the Three Sects disperse the Tao. Then how can you fight? You will lose.

Xie Shiji stood in the distance, in addition to the burly woman, Bai Ze's two helpers, Feiran and Jiji, a pair of the largest Taoist partners in the wild world, no doubt about it. However, they did not fight with Xie Shiji, but instead had a very familiar chat.

In the vast territory between Chen Qingliu and Bai Ze, there are occasionally subtle sounds of celadon lobes.

The sunset only knew the dangers. The battlefield, which was thousands of miles apart, was dead, and even the mountains and water were frozen to death in the "freezing" river of time.

After Chen Qingliu held his hands in a leisurely manner, he looked up and saw the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth connecting. He pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "Bai Ze, just hand over the words, it's okay to stop anyone or help anyone, it's all free."

Then I, Chen Qingliu, can follow the clues.

Qingming Tianxia, ​​Baiyujing, Lingbao City.

Pang Ding stood on the railing for a moment, then turned around and walked into the temple. The layers of mysterious restrictions were layered. Pang Ding, who was a man with an old man's appearance, was a little frustrated in the battle of worshipping the ceremony, moved forward step by step, like crossing several "mirrors", leaving figures of different postures, old appearance, old age, middle-aged Taoist priest, young Taoist priest, young boy, young boy... and then from a child to a young boy... Finally, Pang Ding came to an yin and yang fish altar, climbed up the stairs, sat up on the cushion, folded his hands on his abdomen, Pang Ding gently exhaled a breath of turbid air, smiled, and his vow was fulfilled, and the fourteen realms were in full.

Ten thousand years ago, Chen Qingdu and his two close friends, Long Jun and Guan Zhao, asked about Jiantuoyue Mountain together.

The predecessor is an observation of what "li Zhen" in the later generations saw in this life. No one knows how far it is. What "mainstream" he once saw and why the rivers changed their routes have become a mystery.

There is a remote and barren land with thin spiritual energy in the southeast of the wilderness, and there is an inconspicuous unknown cave among the mountains.

Last time on the night boat, Chen Ping'an talked about some hidden means of hiding in the two worlds. The Haoran Tianxia has been removed one by one by one by the Confucian Temple.

But in the wild world, Zhou Qinggao, who was a disciple of Wen Hai, and the female sword fairy Liubai, seemed to have a sense of consciousness. They had already hidden themselves. Except for their senior brother Shouchen, who personally protected the Tao, the other new throne monsters lost their traces.

Inside the cave, there is a stone table surrounding the table for three fellow disciples.

The female sword cultivator Liubai, who was in the Jiashen tent in the past, has been wearing a fishtail cave robe all these years.

Shouchen said calmly: "Junior sister, you are the biggest 'blank' for your husband in the world. Of course, I, Zhou Qinggao, are all. What will happen next depends on your plan."

Liubai lowered his head. Zhou Qinggao sighed, frowning, "I still want to review the game with Lord Yin Guan."

Shouchen just stared at his junior sister and said, "Not only you have no choice, we have no choice."

However, the realm, the sword cultivator of the Ascension Realm, who is as high as a new throne, cannot know that there is a man in white robe outside the cave, waiting for the rabbit to end the ceremony.

After the heaven and earth appear as a line of collision.

The fire filled the sky, shining like daylight.

It was like the way of heaven descending and began to overwhelm the world.

The entire Haoran world is slowly sinking at a speed that even monks cannot detect.

The rivers, lakes and seas in the nine continents of Haoran are like human bodies, with subtle pulses sounding, gently rising and falling, strong and long.

The wild Dianshi chose to stand by and watch. Feng Yuanxiao, the colorful world, was confused and did not know why the Tao was unstable. The martial artist at Runyue Peak was hard, and he was the one who had the best intention but lacked strength. He was the one among the several worlds who were suppressed by the Great Dao. Although the Qingshi was suppressed by Zhou Mi in the past, he could only turn into a pure martial artist. On the contrary, the Haoran world that was most incompatible with the Great Dao. Liu Xian, who was even able to "compete" with the Supreme Master, chose to stand by a scholar within the Confucian Taoist tradition and resist the brand new divine power together.

At the National Master's Mansion, the girl with mink hat finally made some moves, and her body was like a rainbow. The entire Dali Capital City shook with dust. Bai Jing held a short sword and showed the "truth" and ascended to heaven.

Above the city, the young man with yellow hat and green shoes set off and intercepted Bai Jing's handing over the sword.

Two extremely fast figures were about to contact at the border between the two lines of heaven and earth, and at the Haoran Heavenly Curtain. Bai Jing's Ascension Realm suddenly became extremely fast, making Xiao Mo, the fourteenth realm, unable to catch up with him. Xiao Mo immediately sacrificed a flying sword in his natal to pull a star outside the sky.

When I looked up, I saw a familiar smiling face of a girl. It was a little stagnant, and Xiao Mo was a little slower to "hand the sword".

Bai Jing glanced down at him, and she grinned and said, "Xiao Mo, I like you."

Finally, there was a monk on earth who could break into the golden pillar of light.

The price was that she instantly fell into an immortal, seven kinds of scattered Taoism, jade primitives, and twelve scattered Taoisms...

With magical powers alone, no matter how high your killing power is, I am afraid you can't break the outermost layer of glaze, and use the ancient Taoist veins to face the Taoist veins.

It moved the whole body with one blow. In an instant, the golden light that rose from the world resisted the decline of falling again and again, and finally began to rise slowly.

Outside the sky, a rainbow light came from the thunder in Qingming. It was a strange "Dharma" that seemed to be broken everywhere but complete.

Judging from her appearance, she is a very heroic woman.

Bai Jing glanced at her, and the latter said frankly: "Qingmingwuzhou."

In an instant, my city used the towering magic figures of six arms, each holding a divine weapon, and used objects cast by the ancient heaven to chop off this brand new divine way.
To be continued...