The distance between the three thousand small clubs on the left is getting closer and closer, and the preparations on Kunwu's side are getting busier and busier.

And the entire middle region has gradually reached the brink of boiling.

Not only did the monks from the Central Regions rush towards Kunwu, but also many monks from the Southern and Northern Regions also quietly came in, ready to join in the fun.

At this time, the West Seaside.

Standing in the square of the Ninefold Heavenly Monument, at a glance, there was a surge of people, and people were constantly entering and exiting the teleportation array.

A teleportation array close to the Nine Heavenly Monuments suddenly lit up.

In the originally empty formation, a figure of a golden robe appeared.

Qu Zhengfeng looked at the familiar scene in front of him, and the expression on his face did not change at all.

I finally pinched the time, and I finally got stuck and came back before the left three thousand small meetings.

If he remembered correctly, his unreliable master still occupied about Longmen and gambled all his belongings......

It's lively, you have to go and see it.

Next, I should go to Kunwu and tell Xie Buchen's matter "truthfully" to Hengxu Zhenren.

His gaze swept over the West Sea in the distance, only the faint shadow of Dengtian Island, and the Wendao monument that had been eroded by the sea......

and, the Ninefold Heavenly Monument nearby.

On the Ninth Heavenly Monument, the first name is "Yin Yue Shangren", which is the name of many years ago. Once a monk's name is hung on the Ninefold Heavenly Monument, it will only disappear if it is surpassed or defeated by a monk of the same realm. If a monk dies after his name, or if he ascends to the realm after his name, his name will remain on the Nine Heavenly Monuments.

Therefore, even if there are names on the Ninth Heavenly Monument, no one knows whether they are alive or dead now.

Because, Qu Zhengfeng didn't know if the person who had cultivated to the highest level in the entire Nineteen Continents had reached the Ninth Heavenly Realm.

His gaze followed, and when he saw his name on the Fourth Heavenly Monument, only one thought came to his mind: After so many years, no one in Kunwu could surpass him.

Smiled inexplicably.

It's a pity that he's been on this for too long, and it's time for a new one to stay on his name.

As for him......

Returning to the seventh heavenly monument, what Qu Zhengfeng saw was the first person in the fifth heavenly monument: Fudao Mountain People.

“……”

I almost forgot that Master's cultivation fell to the point of being out of the body, and it should be in the fifth level.

But he was the first person to go out of the body......

If Qu Zhengfeng is not mistaken, the people of Fudao Mountain are now choking in the late stage of their out-of-body lives.

Shaking his head slightly, the light in his eyes dimmed, and he looked away.

The second heavenly monument.

At that moment, his pupils shrank, the smile on his lips did not decrease, only the tips of his eyebrows were slightly raised, and he whispered: "This cheap life is really hard enough......"

Xie Buchen.

The three words are firmly branded on the top of the monument.

No one covered it.

It shows that at this moment, Xie Buchen is still the first person in the Second Heavenly Monument, and he is not dead. Because if he dies, Zhou Chengjiang's name will automatically appear.

"I accidentally fulfilled the wish of the little junior sister......"

Qu Zhengfeng flicked his sleeves, turned around and walked towards another teleportation array, and laughed for some reason.

It's probably a coincidence.

One slap can't die, next time I may have two slaps.

And at that time......

He can have no scruples.

As for what he did, will it arouse suspicion in the end......

Qu Zhengfeng was not worried.

Qingfeng'an Hidden Realm has experienced another round of shocks, and non-Yuan Ying and below can't be explored, and when Kunwu's people find out the truth about his black hand, he has done almost everything he should do, and what difference does it make if he can't be checked at that time.

The light of the teleportation array lit up and then went out.

Qu Zhengfeng's figure has disappeared into the square.

Shortly after his figure disappeared, another figure dressed in cyan Dao robes appeared in the teleportation array next to him.

Kunwu Zhao Zhuo.

The moment he appeared, he frowned slightly, and glanced at the teleportation array not far from his left hand as if he had a feeling, was there any acquaintance here just now?

Why do I suddenly feel a palpitation?

Zhao Zhuo frowned and looked up at the Nine Heavenly Monuments.

On the second heavenly monument, Senior Brother Xie's name is still there, and the person should not be dead. After that, his gaze moved to the fourth heavenly monument, Yuan Ying, Qu Zhengfeng.

I'm tired of looking at this man's name.

Zhao Zhuo only felt that even if he broke through the Yuan Infant Stage first and reached the out-of-body stage, he might not be able to overshadow Qu Zhengfeng on this Nine Heavenly Monument, combat power and cultivation have always been two words.

Psychologically strong.

Speaking of which......

He suddenly remembered the purpose of his trip, and couldn't help but complicate.

Hopefully, the situation will not be the worst, and Senior Brother Xie will be able to hold out until he arrives.

Coming out of the original formation, Zhao Zhuo stood in the formation on the left, and soon, the figure disappeared.

On the thirteen islands of Xianlu, there are very few monks.

Nowadays, almost everyone is converging towards Kunwu in the Middle Domain, and there are very few people at sea.

This grand event, after crossing the sea, disappeared without a trace.

The isolated island in the world, the hidden realm of Qingfeng Nunnery, on the huge Gobi, the rocks are piled up into a small mountain.

On the white rocks, you can still see dry blood.

At the bottom of this rocky mountain, there is a corner of dark blue sleeves, and the coiled pattern carries a smell of books, half of which is soaked in blood at the moment.

A hand that was so pale that it was not bloody, a few fingers that were originally slender and powerful, protruding from the blood-stained sleeves, and the transparent nails were trimmed well.

The wind blew, and countless yellow sand fell onto the rocks, like the sound of rain.

It's as if it was rain heard a long, long time ago.

Under the window, in the bamboo forest, a reader who clings to a scroll.

The shadow of the lamp flickered.

A simple silver hairpin reached out and picked up the wick buried in the lamp oil, and the room was dimmed and banished, illuminating the shy and timid face.

Rain......

The sound of rain banging on his window.

A finger buried under the rubble suddenly moved.

A stronger wind blew, and more wind and sand flew, burying all traces of blood in an instant.

Trace.