The star-picking old man's sunken eyes seemed to have hundreds of millions of galaxies destroying and deriving without beginning and end, which was an extremely terrifying scene, just after the last one fell in the old Dao Yixingchuan, just when the victory and defeat of the galaxy chessboard had been divided.

There was always a smile on the face of the stargazer who had experienced the vicissitudes of time, especially when he saw the appearance of the senior brother who had not been seen for a long time.

He knew that the lord of the seventy-two strange peaks of Kunlun Mountain, the only saint of the sword path in the world, was really angry.

Stargazers who have known each other for thousands of years know that this uneasy anger does not come from the inconsequential galaxy chessboard whether to win or lose, but from the heavenly pool where the starfall peak is not a little deeper.

Something is happening in Tianchi!

The old man who picked the stars in the head of the Sword Pavilion was obviously aware of the changes in Tianchi!

Five hundred years ago, in the battle of destroying the Demon Gate, in the melee of several saints, he brought back the Kunlun Divine Vein and hid it in the Tianchi after bringing one of the heavenly maps that had been turned into seven parts, the Huanhua Washing Sword Map, and then invited the strong man of the Jiang family of the Shuzi Gate to build an inverted sword tower, and enshrined countless famous swords in the Sword Pavilion.

This was actually something he had to do.

After getting the Huanhua Washing Sword Diagram, he originally wanted to refine this diagram to help him ascend to the sky in one step.

But he never thought about creating and making people, the sword intent of the Huanhua Sword Picture is too strong, if ordinary cultivators can naturally understand this supreme sword intent, the supreme sword is in charge of countless swords.

And the sword path cultivation is as strong as he is, but because of his own achievements in the Dacheng sword path is reprimanded by the heavenly map, he can't get close to the slightest bit!

At this point, there is only one way left in front of the star-picking old man: if you hold this heavenly map, you need to self-destruct the road that has become a sword!

It is not a dilemma to change the way that has been done for the unknown. Because for the star-picking old man who is in charge of the Kunlun Sword Pavilion, it is not even a choice at all.

This is true for any saint here.

What's more, the old enemy who has been crazy for thousands of years and whose whereabouts are unknown is constantly reminded in his ears.

What's more, in this fickle world, there is a possibility of disaster at any time.

The old man has seen it for countless years.

He has lived for a long time.

This ruthless heaven will not borrow him for another thousand years to make him re-enlightened.

So he hid this Tiantu and the countless famous swords of the Sword Pavilion in the Tianchi, and every few years, he would select the best disciples among the seventy-two strange peaks to enter the Tianchi on the day of the Qingmei Cooking Wine and seek the opportunity of the sword.

He has lost count of how many times the green plum boiled wine and the raccoon flower washed the sword.

But the inheritance of the Sword Pavilion has not yet had a disciple of the Tianzong Wizard who has become attached to the Tiantu.

Until now.

All the way to the end.

After 500 years, the Huanhua Washing Sword Diagram appeared and fell into the hands of a teenager.

That young man is not a disciple of the Sword Pavilion!

The old man who picked the stars just looked at the junior brother opposite.

He lost.

It was indeed lost.

He boasted that he was invincible in kendo, but he never thought that he would eventually be defeated in kendo.

……

In the Star Picking Pavilion, he waved his sleeves.

Then there was a light across the night, and the chessboard of the stars in the night sky was cut by the skylight, and the night and the stars gradually receded to both sides like the tide of the sea.

The darkness gradually ended, and the sky was once again taken over by day.

The figure of the old man who picked up the stars had disappeared into the pavilion.

In this star-picking pavilion that has stood at the top for countless years, only the emaciated back of the old Taoist stargazer remains.

The stargazer watched his brother leave.

With an unfathomable smile.

……

Luo Changfeng was in pain at the moment.

The return of the primordial spirit seemed to be inflated countless times compared to before.

The Heavenly Diagram in the Yuan Shen also exuded an incomparable sword intent full of ancient intent, making him feel that his whole body was pierced by this sword intent through countless holes, and the sword intent was about to break out of his body.

The painful feeling didn't last long before he sensed the suppression of an external force.

He was the first to perceive that sword intent full of divine flavor had broken into this heaven and earth.

He saw that Emperor Wutear's expression suddenly became gloomy, and even full of unwillingness and hideousness.

Then he heard a long, but not fragile, sword groan.

He saw the ancient sword growing out of the rock restlessly agitated.

The sword was trembling.

Many of the surrounding swords began to tremble uneasily.

It's like a place where the cold wind goes, and the flowers bow their heads.

The cold wind swept through the mountains, and the flowers swayed all over the mountains, and now the swords trembled all over the mountains.

The four divine swords worshipped by a million swords are no different.

The senior brother and the others who fought for the Excalibur were disturbed by this astonishing movement.

The senior brother took the knife.

Everyone put away their swords.

Senior Brother Wang, who was guarding the mountain, raised his eyes and looked at the sky.

The princess of the demon clan who was surrounded by flames and the disciples of the Buddhist sect who were holding the golden lotus hundreds of steps away also cast solemn eyes.

At this moment, heaven and earth are silent.

Everyone held their breath and stared, only an endless and biting cold wind was blowing, and only the endless ancient sword was roaring in their ears.

Everyone looked to the horizon in unison, into the depths of the dazzling lotus light.

There is a rickety figure that gradually comes into view.

The figure appeared in this world.

So the lotus flower dimmed and then withered.

The figure swept over the heads of a million swords like the wind.

So the million swords fell silent.

The figure came to Luo Changfeng in an instant.

As a result, the stone beast could not bear the terrifying sword intent raging, and disintegrated and dispersed with the wind.

Emperor Wuxian was also silent.

The man glanced at Luo Changfeng.

So Luo Changfeng felt that the Yuan Shen had collapsed.

The corners of his mouth overflowed with red blood, and Luo Changfeng, who could barely stand on his feet anymore, clenched his teeth, looking bitterly at this kendo powerhouse who had the old Dao of Yi Xingchuan, which was only stronger than the world's cultivation, and wrinkled deeply.

He didn't know the face.

But they guessed who it was.

……

The star-picking old man's deep and bottomless eyes looked up and down at the person in front of him, looking at the young man who made the Huanhua Washing Sword Diagram reappear in the world.

He nodded imperceptibly.

He even began to have some admiration for his junior brother's gaze, and some were interested in the person chosen by his junior brother.

His gaze didn't stay on Luo Changfeng's body for too long.

He, like Emperor Fu Yi and Wang Xiaoer and the others, also raised his head to look at the sky.

Others look up to the remnants of what he left behind.

And what he looked up to was a different figure.

……

There was no figure in the vast sky.

That figure was far away from Zhongzhou, far away in Bodhi Mountain, which connected the Seven Prefectures with the transportation fortress of the Dayan Empire.

There is a academy on Bodhi Mountain.

There is a snowfield behind the purple bamboo forest of the academy.

In the middle of the snowfield there is a simple thatched hut courtyard.

At the end of the hut sat an old man paler than snow.

The old man opened his already tired eyes.

The old man got out of bed with a cane.

The old man opened the door and tightened his robe in the snow.

The old man took a trembling step.

The old man left shallow footprints in front of the door.

The old man disappeared into the river of forgetfulness that snowed all year round.

The old man was already far away from Zhongzhou, and the old man was already in the Tianchi in an instant.

It was as if the old man who had been bent over by the mountain appeared in the sky, appeared in the uncertain eyes of the star picker, and appeared in front of the Yuan Shen Luo Changfeng.

Luo Changfeng has a kind of warmth in his heart, even if he is in a glacier and snow field, he can also drive away the cold.

……

The star-picking old man's calm expression did not feel any surprise at all because of the uninvited arrival of the Wuxiang Dao Sect.

He just quietly looked at this old man who had been in the six-character sect of the cultivation world for countless years, an old man who was so old that he couldn't be old anymore.

A few gloomy looks flashed in the star-picker's eyes.

He was sighing at this Taoist brother who would do everything for the sake of his disciples.

According to the seniority, the Wuxiang Dao Sect, who has known each other for countless years, is his Dao brother.

He was well aware of the strange temper of the Phaseless Dao Sect, and he was also well aware of his unwavering stance.

He would never allow anyone to take the Huanhua Sword Wash Diagram away from the Sword Pavilion Kunlun.

He also knew that this crazy old man who did not hesitate to seal the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong was famous for protecting his shortcomings.

Without any language of communication, the two saints were already on opposite sides.

There is no turning back from the bowstring.

……

The old man's hand reached out to the clouds.

At this moment, there are no stars to pick in the sky, and this head of the Sword Pavilion is not going to reach out to pick stars.

Reach out for the sword.

Obtain the sword hidden in the vast clouds, a sword that has not been born for thousands of years, the seven-star dragon yuan sword ranked fourth in the divine weapon list!

……

The Sword Saint takes the sword, and the Dao Sect draws the sword!

When the old man picked the star to take the sword to the top of the clouds, the Wuxiang Dao Sect also pulled out his sword.

His sword is not in his hand, nor is it in Bodhi Academy.

His sword had been left behind in the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong a year ago.

His sword has already sealed the eight hundred sects of Tiandong in the thousands of mountains that have been transformed into the Buddha Lotus World for a year.

The Wuxiang Dao Sect fearlessly pulled out the sword of the Feng Sect.

Outside the endless mountain gate of the eight hundred sects in Tiandong, in the thousands of endless mountains that exude the dazzling light of the Buddha and coil like a dragon and snake, suddenly a bloody Buddha realm mountain of the self-proclaimed sect suddenly resurfaced.

A knife flew out of the blood light, a knife with red light penetrating the body.

The sword broke through the Buddha Realm Mountain Heavy and flew over the eight hundred spiritual veins.

The knife roared for a million miles.

The knife broke into Kunlun Mountain, the boundary of Zhongzhou.

The knife fell into the Heavenly Pool in countless shocked eyes.

That knife finally appeared in the eyes of Huang Fuyi and the others.

It was a butcher's knife.

The name of the knife is butcher's knife.

The butcher's knife ranked third on the list of divine soldiers.

The butcher's knife that the monk put down before becoming a Buddha countless years ago!

……

There was a knife flying in the sky that sealed countless souls.

In the sky, with the dragon's groan, a sword with sword intent reached the sky.

The butcher's knife collided with the Long Yuan Sword.

The two colors of blood light and sword qi filled the world in an instant.

The world is not endless.

This piece of heaven and earth was originally in the Starfall Peak, one of the seventy-two strange peaks in Kunlun.

Blood smeared the heavens and the earth.

Sword qi raged the heavens and the earth.

After all, the heaven and earth in the heavenly pool could not withstand the anger of the two saints, so the vast field began to collapse and sink deeply, so the endless mountains began to crumble and fall.

The surrounding void was pierced by the sword intent and the sword light through countless holes.

The void began to crumble.

Everything around began to be destroyed.

The true inverted sword tower that appeared in the endless dust and light burned in an instant.

The sky fell, and two rays of light, one white and one red, cut off the belly of the Starfall Peak that was high in the sky, and then this Kunlun Qi Peak collapsed......

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