In the spring of the thirty-sixth year of Dayan, the weather in March was still very cold, and everything seemed to be frozen with goose feathers and heavy snow. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The streets of Yandu are surrounded by rare pedestrians hurrying through, some hawkers are busy closing their stalls, and even the inns have closed their doors and windows...... Only a deep back, alone facing the heavy snow, standing on the wall of the White House Gate, looking into the distance!

He is the lord of this Yan Empire, Yan Bailou.

The capital city at his feet is named after him, so it is often called the White House Gate.

The flying goose feather snow condensed behind him, and a figure walked out of the snow and stood respectfully behind Yan Bailou.

I couldn't see the man's face clearly, but a feather on the right shoulder of his finch armor cloak was extremely conspicuous.

It was a sign, a sign of dignity and authority.

The people of Yan are proud of this kind of symbol.

Under one man, above ten thousand.

Although few people have seen his true face, in this Yandu City, it is like everyone knows Yan Bailou, and the name of Luo Ling, the head of Yan Lingwei, confirms this sentence very well.

"The spirit is out of the body and incarnated in snow. Luo Ling, your cultivation is already at the peak of the Spirit Realm, right?" Emperor Yan Bailou still looked into the distance, as if in this heavy snow, he could see the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers under his command.

"Yes! Just wait to spy on the number of fateful calamities, and you can turn them into calamity!"

The practice of the world is in the six-character door.

Innocent, Spirited, Chonghui, Miaodao, Yuanshen, Lingqi, Transformation, Shenyin, Zhoutian.

The realm of Zhou Tian has been unattended for 10,000 years, and under Zhou Tian, God is called holy and turned into a tribulation.

This Luo Ling Lingqi realm is complete, once you can spy on the fate of the calamity, and turn it, you can reach the general realm of the emperor.

"Now there is a task for you to complete. After the triumph, the deity will help you spy on the catastrophe of fate......"

Luo Ling waved off the finch armor cloak and knelt down on one knee: "Ten thousand deaths, don't give up!"

"There is a secret report from Zhongzhou, Jun Tiantu has reappeared, and the deity wants you to go out in person and seize the Tiantu. ”

……

Luo Ling took over the task.

From the moment he received his order, it was as if he had seen the doom of fate.

The order of honoring the emperor has always been accomplished by him and his brothers.

This time, the Emperor did not inform any of Yan Lingwei, but he was the only one.

For Luo Ling, who often walks at the turn of night and day, the meaning is obvious.

Because Jun Tiantu has disappeared for five hundred years.

From the moment the Demon Gate was destroyed, the world evaporated.

It is rumored that in that battle, the Tiantu was divided into seven parts.

Five hundred years later, Luo Ling went to look for one of them.

For him, this task will inevitably lead to death, whether it succeeds or fails.

There is no end to the catastrophe!

Perhaps when he handed over the Heavenly Map to the Emperor, it would be the time for him to turn into a catastrophe.

Everyone in the world is born with a fateful fate.

The most direct way to resolve the catastrophe is to deal with the catastrophe!

When a person dies, there is no calamity!

……

The Great Yan Empire is dominating the east of the sky, and it will take at least a month to rush back to Yandu from Zhongzhou, the heart of the world, even if Luo Ling of the Spirit Realm travels thousands of miles a day.

He lived up to his mission and got the heavenly plan for himself.

Now is the time for him to rush back to his life.

Regardless of the countless scars around him, what he needs most now is a race against time.

As long as he can successfully present the contents of the rosewood brocade box behind him to the emperor, he will have no regrets even if he dies.

Frozen for thousands of miles, rainy nights...... He followed a very secret path, but he still couldn't get rid of the marauders.

Those people follow them like shadows, and they are vicious.

has been following from Zhongzhou, hundreds of thousands of miles away, assassinations and sneak attacks are being staged all the time, and it has been so crazy that there are no rules at all!

Even if Luo Ling's cultivation was a consummation of the spiritual realm, he could not withstand the endless entanglement and struggle day and night.

What's more, open guns are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are difficult to defend.

What's more, there are too many legends about Tiantu.

After a month, Luo Ling dragged her tired and seriously injured body to the territory of Dayan.

He couldn't remember how many life-and-death battles he had experienced, and he couldn't remember who and which forces were intercepting him halfway. He only knew that it seemed that from the moment Tiantu succeeded, the whole world seemed to be standing on the opposite side of him, and the whole world was making enemies of him......

The bonfire in the forest crackled, and Luo Ling just sat by the fire, quietly watching the firelight, without healing.

It seems that something is waiting for you.

He seemed to see his family in the fire.

Saw his son, who was only thirteen years old.

His hometown is in Luohe County, Yanguo, and Luomen County is his roots.

His son's name is Luo Changfeng, and he is a very good young man.

Since he was a child, Luo Changfeng has never disappointed him, and he knows that this time, it will not be ......

The dark sky suddenly flashed with three dazzling stars. The starlight seems to have crossed hundreds of millions of galaxies, sprinkling from the sky, and the light is extremely bright.

The tired Luo Ling looked away very calmly, looked at the few figures that gradually solidified from the starlight, carried the Youlong Han Gun, and muttered three words in his mouth: "Jingtianxing!"

He was indeed waiting for something, what he was waiting for, was death!

In the sprinkled starlight, three middle-aged figures walked out.

In the light of the stars, they looked a little younger. At least compared to Luo Ling, who is now covered in blood and has been exhausted for hundreds of thousands of miles in a row, he looks younger. Even if their real ages are about the same.

One of them, a man and a woman, wearing a brown cape with long sleeves hidden in the robe, if it were not for the jade belt around the waist carved out of the 12 stars emblem of the heavens to reveal their identity, in the sea of people, people would have easily overlooked this brother and sister who looked very similar, but were extremely ordinary.

In front of the two brothers and sisters is a middle-aged man with a rather sharp breath. He was dressed in soft armor, his eyebrows were like swords, and the slight sword mark between his left eyebrows set off his majesty.

The three of them looked clean, and Biluo Ling was clean.

The cultivation of the three of them is similar, and they are in the same realm as Luo Ling.

Yes, in order to express their determination to seize the Heavenly Map, the Eight Hundred Sect dispatched three powerhouses of the Spirit Aperture Realm, and they were still ranked twelve star powerhouses.

"I didn't expect that the twelve stars of the world's famous Jingtian have come out of three, it seems that the eight hundred sects are the things in this brocade box, and they are determined to get it!"

Luo Ling looked at the middle-aged man with marks on his left eyebrow and said calmly.

"To be able to win the atlas of Zhou Tian, the whole world will be tempted to think about it, and the appearance of the three of us, you must have expected it, otherwise you would not have waited here. "The middle-aged man with a mark on his left eyebrow is as cold as ever.

"Hehehe...... "Luo Er Chang smiled, "Although the eight hundred sects are full of strong people, they are not necessarily more suitable to keep this map than the emperor." Besides, several people have seen the trouble in this body, even if it is a god statue of the Eight Hundred Sects, it may not bear the crazy heart of the whole world to covet this thing!"

"As long as you hand over the brocade box behind you, you won't bother with this...... "The middle-aged man with a wounded left eyebrow said.

"Even if you kill me, I'm afraid you won't get it...... Luo Ling said.

"Huh...... I'll take it from your corpse. The middle-aged man with a wound on his left eyebrow smiled darkly.

……

The three powerhouses of the Spirit Realm joined forces, which was a dead death for Luo Ling.

It wasn't until the moment he fell that he clearly saw his doom.

"It turns out that the twelve stars of the sky are the calamity of my fate!"

Luo Ling fell beside the fire, and the rosewood brocade box fell out of his body and opened it, but it was empty!

Empty!