March.

Eight hundred snowfalls.

Compared with the broken world in the middle edge of Tianxi Mirror and the Huangsha Road in the remnant city of the wasteland, Zhong Lingyuxiu's eight hundred snows are naturally extraordinarily elegant, like flying in the rivers and mountains, exploring flowers and water are silent, lest they frighten the people on the mountain.

Who are the people on the mountain?

There are twelve disciples guarding the hall in the Longxing Golden Temple Square above the Twelve Star River, who are assigned by the sect under the seat to take turns, the ages are uneven, and the cultivation realm varies from Chong Hui to the Yuan Shen, and the rest of the halls are the same.

In normal times, the Twelve Star River Palace naturally does not need to be on duty. Because after the Holy Sacrifice Ceremony was changed to a sky full of stars, Jiujinlan often lived here. In the hinterland of Xingchuan, there is a holy main temple and a divine beast Lei Ze, not to mention those who are not good at coming, even mosquitoes, flies and hamsters cannot escape the perception of those two big things, and the wind and grass are delicate.

The current situation is special, in order to go to the emperor's appointment without tears in the world, Liancheng Jue personally led the nine Jinlan and the eight hundred strong people out of the Xingchuan, except for those who are not known for a few years in the dry cliff forbidden land or who have not seen the light of day for a hundred years, the senior prisoners who have occasionally turned into a catastrophe and cultivated it, and the eight hundred sects of Tiandong that Zhong Lingyu showed a lot of geniuses are empty at the moment, and the wind and snow can be poured.

Don't miss this opportunity?

In the night, a black wind swept across the Xingchuan, the treetops moved slightly, and a black figure with flying snow appeared on the Longxing Golden Palace Square.

The twelve disciples guarding the temple were vigilant and gathered together.

As the highest rank and cultivation among the twelve people and from the Aoki Sect, Yang Huai Li held a four-foot long sword out of the sheath in his left hand, and the cold light was dignified, pointing at the black shadow: "Who is coming?"

The dark shadow smiled, "My name is mirage." ”

The disciples on both sides of him looked at each other, and Yang Huaili, the elder of the Aoki Sect, also didn't understand the meaning of this name, and said to himself: "The Xingchuan Forbidden Land is not allowed to trespass. Thinking that you are ignorant, retreat quickly, or you will be killed. ”

The black shadow laughed: "It's a rare God-given opportunity, how can you return in vain?"

With that, the uninvited guest walked towards the Dragon Star Golden Palace. Every time the black shadow took a step, the qi surging all over his body became more and more terrifying, and those winds and snows even raged like a tornado around him.

Yang Huai Li and the eleven disciples retreated step by step, soaked in sweat by the terrifying coercion, until they retreated to the threshold of the Golden Palace, Yang Huai Li, who was about fifty years old, shouted in a deep voice, and the disciples pointed at the black clothes.

After evolving from the starry sky, it has been carefully perfected by the Heavenly Machine Star, and the small star fighting array that needs to be formed together by the twelve disciples has a wonderful effect, and it can raise the realm of the center of the formation by one level.

At this moment, Yang Huai Li handed the sword to the black cloth with the spiritual cultivation blessed by the formation, who would have thought that he would be shocked and fly back in the next moment. The body knocked over the eleven disciples who formed a formation, lying horizontally and vertically

Before falling into the hall, there was no flesh and blood at all, or the muscles and bones were broken and moaned.

The same picture scene is also played out on the rest of the Xingchuan Golden Temple Square.

The black-clothed man who called himself a mirage stepped over the corpses, walked to Yang Huaili, who was pale and couldn't get up, raised his foot and stepped on the latter's chest, secretly crushed it, and sneered: "Even the realm of the spiritual aperture dares to hand a sword to this seat, and the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong really have no successor!"

Blood kept spilling out of his mouth, and the dying Yang Huaili was holding the legs and feet of the black-clothed mirage, and his eyes glared at each other viciously.

The black-clothed mirage lowered his head and smiled disdainfully: "Stare at it, it's the last one anyway." ”

The black-clothed guest who called himself a mirage spoke, and a terrifying force was transported to his legs and feet, shattering all the spiritual points and qi veins above and below Yang Huai and Li Zhou.

The corpse is an eyesore, and it kicks and flies at will......

Snowy night in March.

There are four uninvited guests who are famous for mirage, defeat, hook, and teng to lead the crowd to attack the Twelve Star River at night. Killed more than 100 disciples guarding the hall, broke into the forbidden land of the Thunder Palace, and released all the twelve stars of Jingtian that were suppressed in it.

Before leaving, in order to vent the resentment in his heart, the heavenly dragon and the demon were like crazy and demons washed a sect with blood. He also threatened that the day when the foreign demon soldiers broke through Helan Mountain and slaughtered the world, it was the time when the twelve stars of the heavens returned to the eight hundred sects to settle the old accounts.

……

The east wind is not warm.

In the snowy spring of March, a slightly cold wind blows, kicking up dust and smoke on the deserted official road.

It was the early morning of the second day of the World Meeting, and there was a plainly dressed figure with a hat and walking alone along the straight road outside the imperial capital. He didn't feel lonely, he just didn't understand why he was always out of step with the world.

Or a lot of worries, the only one who is incompatible with him is always the senior brother.

After riding a horse alone, Xiongcheng galloped to the city, and the horse rider was Han Yi, who was born in Wujing Mountain and was known as invincible. Great Martial Sect Han Yi stopped suddenly, hugged his fist towards the man in the hat, and then walked slowly: "I didn't expect that there is a real swordsman in the seventy-two strange peaks of Kunlun Sword Pavilion. ”

Wang Xiaoer, the man in the hat, grinned lightly. I don't know if I heard praise or ridicule from this emotion.

So he asked: "If the Lord of Wujing Mountain leaves at this time, he is not worried about violating the wishes of some people and holding him accountable afterwards?"

Han Yi said: "Brother Wang is laughing! No matter who the co-owner of the world is, Han has no objection, and Wu Jingshan has no position from beginning to end. Besides, Han's cultivation path is to use the number of martial arts to break through mountains and rivers with a thousand battlefields, and it is not suitable to stop the battle in the ring immediately, so it is useless to stay here, so it is better to leave early......"

Wang Xiaoer continued: "It's better to be early."

Leave early to meet with the heroes of Tianxi and defend the Central Plains City together?"

Great Martial Sect Han Yi's eyes were bright: "Brother Wang is also planning to do this?"

Wang Xiaoer shook his head: "I don't have the heart to be competitive, and I don't have the sword to save the people." I won't go to Zhongyuan City, so it's better to go back to an inn at the foot of my Kunlun and be my shopkeeper. ”

Han Yi gradually stopped.

Looking at the back of the hat on horseback, it was like seeing a sword trapped in a sheath, and I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

……

The seats on the top of the Imperial Mausoleum are empty.

Led by Bodhi Academy and Tiandong, the giants from all walks of life who attended the World Conference stood on top of the Sendai at this moment, lined up from south to north, facing the wind and reflecting the snow. On the opposite side, led by the Imperial League and the Kunlun Sword Pavilion, the rest of the vassals and the co-owners of the Emperor Tearless World also extended from the center to the north and south. Looking at the clouds from the sky, it was like two dazzling parallel sword lights across the north and south, facing each other from afar.

There is no discussion on the agenda of the World Conference today, only seven contentions.

The heroes who originally held their own positions, such as Mingzhe who did not help each other or had another candidate in the heart of the co-lord of the world, but for various reasons, he could not give up and put it on hold, and at this moment he no longer stuck to his own views and chose a camp.

After all, the trend of the times and the pressure of alien races are not allowed to cause side effects.

……

Facing the wind and snow, Luo Changfeng, who was in a black robe and silver hair, quietly looked at the opposite side, and the person who was a hundred feet away was undoubtedly the white-clothed and white-haired emperor with a fan in his hand and a smile on his face.

Emperor Wuxian was next to him, and the sword intent all over his body could not be suppressed at all, so it condensed into wisps of white gossamer swirling around the Lord of the Seventy-two Strange Peaks of Kunlun, the King Dao Sword Muyun Sword City.

The two stand side by side, and there is no distinction between high and low in the position they stand.

Emperor Wutear looked north on the right side, followed by the Hundred Flowers Fairy of the South China Sea Hundred Flowers Island with a basket of flowers and green silk and jade shoulders, the green, purple and black three-robe sect leader, Gongyi, Ouyang, the fifth, Shangguan, Shen, Han, Qin, Chu, Tie, Cao and other thirteen generals, the contemporary head of the family, the Northern Snow Quick Knife Qiu Beixue, the sword of the armor gate wrong Liang Bing, Zhenshan Chongkui, the Tibetan Book Soul, the South China Sea Night Rider, the Louvre Lord Luo Shitong, the stele man Gongsun Youli, the Ten Thousand Beasts Villa Bailian Qianrou, Xuanyang Sect Zhao Wumian......

On the left hand side of Muyun Sword City, there are the old Ye Baishuang of Shoufeng Pavilion who lived in seclusion in Kunlun after the defeat of the old man who asked the sword to pick the stars, and there are dozens of terrifying old sword cultivators in the hidden veins of the seventy-two strange peaks, there are the ups and downs of the sword of the Sword Casting City, there is Li Fenghou who has achieved ten thousand bones in Bai Dengdao, there are the Chen family and the Sun family in the six surnames and ten valves, there are many businessmen and wealthy families in the Tiannan Alliance who should change their camps, and there are nearly 100 vassal sects in the world......