Langya Sword Palace, the palace master is dust-free and comes in person!

Lin Yang stepped forward to see with a big salute, the Sifang Mountain Range, many real people all bowed, and their respective disciples all knelt on the ground, not daring to raise their heads. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was really the dustless breath of the Dao that was too terrifying, and they had a sense of surrender from the divine soul, as if they couldn't stop bowing down on their knees in the face of the eternal blue sky and the godless king.

In the field, only Lin Xiaoyuan, Wu Yue, and Situ Ling bowed slightly, bowed uprightly, but did not bow down.

Breaking sorrow and condensing the void, he looked at it indifferently, even more arrogant than several of his disciples, and he didn't even mean to salute.

But think about it, he has slaughtered other people's sons, and the sea of blood is greater than the sky, even if he salutes now, it will not help, it will only make people more cheap, it is better to stand upright, a little hard, and it will not make people look down on it.

What's more, in essence, the two of them are the masters of the same sect, although this involves the size of the enterprise, but no matter what, his identity and status with Dao Wuchen should be the same, but they can't weaken their prestige and be a dwarf.

Putting away the Tiangang Thunder Yin Sword, his eyes swept over Situ Ling and the others, Dao Wuchen didn't look at the sorrow, he fell straight to the pile of ashes, and stretched out his hand to bluff.

In the ashes, ten crystalline white rays floated up, condensed in the palm of his hand, and finally turned into the appearance of Dao Lingxu, he sat cross-legged, only the size of his thumb, his eyes closed, as if he had fallen into an eternal slumber.

"You've let me down so much!"

Dao Wuchen spoke: "The sect has cultivated you like this, you are still defeated again and again, the sword of Emperor Langya has been lost by you, in the future, you will enter the Sword Prison, and if you can't break through the Nine Heavens of the Sword Prison, don't come out."

"Sword Prison Nine Heavens!"

Lin Yang snorted, his face changed drastically, others may not know, he is also from the Holy Land Gate, but he is clear.

The Sword Prison is a small Jedi of the Langya Sword Palace, divided into nine heavens, specially designed for the condensation of the emperor's sword, and there is the emperor's sword mark left by the ancestor of the Langya Sword Palace.

It is rumored that there are a total of eighteen heavens, and the Tianjiao of the past dynasties is the reincarnation level of the Taishang, and only a few have passed the nine heavens, almost one in a hundred, and those who die do not know the geometry.

With Dao Lingxu, who has just stepped into the Returning Origin Realm, entering it is undoubtedly a dead end.

He's the only son of a blood-related family!

"Thank you, Palace Master!"

In the palm of his hand, Dao Lingxu's voice sounded, calling him the palace master, and the gift of the disciple, many people's hearts were shocked, and they heard a sense of death from it.

Dao Wuchen nodded, he didn't look at everyone, the power of the space in front of him surged, the void barrier broke open, and a spatial passage was opened again, he stepped into it, and walked into the depths of the void.

The passage was closed, and the terrifying qi gradually dissipated, but there was still a trace of it coming through the closed void world, which was extremely terrifying.

From beginning to end, Dao Wuchen didn't look at his sorrows, and his indifferent attitude was like a speck of dust, not even an ant!

"Fate, fate, the fairy road is long, there is a heavenly opportunity, you can't force it, Lin Yang is disturbed, and he will come to apologize another day. ”

His eyes stared at Wu Zhang for a moment, Lin Yang shook his head, and bowed to the real person of Jingyue who came from the lotus, and he also drifted away, walking lightly and lightly, without the slightest reluctance.

This time, Yuxuguan and Langya Sword Palace made a big fuss at the Immortal Ascension Conference, and their appearance was extremely high-profile, and everyone knew about the trouble, but they didn't expect the result to be such a tiger, and the farce ended.

Lin Yang and Dao Lingxu were rejected one after another, and the latter was even more almost killed, if it weren't for the critical moment, Dao Wuchen, the lord of Langya Sword Palace, came in person and kept his true spirit immortal, I'm afraid that Dao Lingxu would really dissipate in this world.

As soon as Lin Yang left, Bibo Island fell into silence, and many real people had different thoughts, and they didn't stay any longer, but after a few polite words, they took the newly recruited disciples of their respective sects and embarked on the return journey together.

When the sun set, the only thing on the island was that he had never left, looking at Jingyue Zhenren and Lu Xiangsheng with an embarrassed face, and he didn't know what to say, and he looked ashamed.

At this time, Jingyue Zhenren and Lu Xiangsheng's faces looked a little ugly, and the Immortal Ascension Conference ended in this way, but it was unexpected, and both of them wanted to die.

The green hills on Bibo Island are gone, the Bihu Lake is not there, and the mess is shocking, just like the scene after the disaster, most of the islands have been destroyed, and the Fang City has been affected.

And the culprit of all this is broken sorrow.

Even the injuries on the two of them are related to sorrow.

Sometimes, Jingyue Zhenren can't help but wonder, is it wrong for them to see it, Situ Ling is not a person of destiny, the body of calamity, in fact, the real body of calamity is sorrow?

Now that I think about it, during the Immortal Ascension Conference, one thing after another, one thing after another, seems to be inseparable from the sorrow, and the disasters continue, he is simply a lone star.

Of course, Jingyue Zhenren also knew that this matter could not be blamed for breaking sorrow, after all, there were extenuating circumstances, and if they were to blame, they could only be blamed for being too unlucky, and they sent a fairy gate order to Xuantian Sect with a cheap hand.

Regret not being at the beginning!

Now, Bibo Island is destroyed, at least, it will be difficult to restore it in 20 years.

"The Immortal Association is over, all the Daoists have left, and the Daoists are still here, but why?"

Standing in an attic in Fang City, Jingyue Zhenren looked at the window and asked lightly, although she would not be angry and sad because of this, but if she said that there was no half-hearted mustard in her heart, it would be a lie.

At this time, the stars outside the window were closed, the waning moon was like a hook, and I don't know when, it was already drizzling.

On the long street and short alley in front of the building, there are people flying, there are monks, there are soldiers, under the leadership of Qi Zuoguo, Cangwu and others, constantly carry boulders out, and use spells to repair mountain and forest buildings.

Everything is in order, busy day and night.

The streets were filled with a light sorrow like smoke and fog.

Hearing this, he smiled, coughed dryly, and said with some embarrassment: "Ahem, that's the case, before returning to the sect, I wanted to go to the nearby Fang Market to shop and buy some things, I thought that after the Immortal Ascension Conference was over, I could buy it in the Fang Market on Bibo Island by the way, but I didn't think about it, now"

Behind him, Lin Xiaoyuan pursed her lips and said nothing, wanting to laugh but not daring, it was hard to hold back.

The rain, tirelessly falling, bit by bit, became the only spirit between heaven and earth, nourishing the tired hearts of everyone.

The rain comes with the wind, washing all things, like a veil like a curtain. However, rain also has a personality, sometimes it is soft as a dream, sometimes it is violent and raging.

Jingyue Zhenren leaned on the tall building, looking at the distant mountains with clouds and mist, looking at the sea tide surging and rolling, the rain flying, quietly jumping over the curtains, a little comfortable, a little warm, and the boring thoughts also fell into silence and returned to peace.

"I don't know what Brother Duan wants to buy?" Lu Xiangsheng smiled heartily and asked carefully.