The Kunwu people, who had just rushed to the Great Hall of the Heavens, stopped at this moment, and did not dare to take a step forward, only looking at the corpse that fell from a high place, and felt a great sense of trance in their hearts.

This is a real person......

In the past, no one could criticize every word and deed, and even convinced the monks of the world, and now he has committed suicide with a sword, and his name behind him has been ruined!

The long stream of blood, flowing through the rust on the ground, like a small river, went down the steps of the temple, one by one.

The blazing sky was shining, and people were dizzy.

All the monks, no matter what sect or sect they came from, were shocked and sighed at this time......

The matter of life and death is easy to say, but it is difficult to see through.

Hengxu real people have a lot of ups and downs in their lives, but they can draw their swords and kill themselves while talking, and they don't hesitate at all!

Even though he had many doubtful evil deeds in his life, they were all dissipated in this way.

Qu Zhengfeng only looked at the fallen body of Hengxu Zhenren from afar, and also felt the disappearance of his consciousness in this heaven and earth, and couldn't help laughing at this time.

A thousand hatreds, thousands of hatreds......

That's it.

What recurred in his mind and echoed in his heart was the long glance when he saw sorrow appear, and the unequivocal oath of Fang Cai......

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

When the three Buddhist monks saw this, they all sighed, and the Buddhist beings also recited the mantra of death at this time.

But everyone knows that there will be no death for real people.

Even if the reincarnation of the Polar Realm is restored, it still requires the soul to be present when the person dies, which is really of little significance to the monks who are always in danger of losing their souls.

Xuanyue Xianji and the others were also gloomy.

But at this time, no one dared to speak out.

Only the Fudao Mountain Man, whose figure shook a few times, actually stepped forward after standing silently for a long time, and came to the side of the fallen body of Hengxu Zhenren.

No one can see clearly what kind of expression he looks at this moment.

Only he knows how cold his heart is.

The monk's life is long, the years have passed, how many people can he get to know each other? Look at him rising from a tall building, and watching his building fall. I only feel that all the glitz and glitz in the world are false, and fame and fortune harm people's hearts.

He bent down, only slowly raised his hand, covering the lifeless face of the Void Man, and closed his unclosed eyes.

The wind blew and rolled up the blood-stained rust.

Fudao suddenly remembered that many years ago, under the Fusang Divine Tree, when he saw the sword rust all over the ground, the sentence "I am born to be useful"......

At this moment, I felt stunned.

In his life, he has been in planning, he has never been willing to be ordinary, and because of his unwillingness, he has caused one tragedy after another, and he has been killed to this day.

Even when he was dying, he never let go of that calculating heart.

With Kunwu no longer pursuing Qu Zhengfeng as a bargaining chip, he forced Jianchou to make an oath; once he made an oath, he would also keep Xie Buchen; and with Xie Buchen's talent and ability, he would be able to take Kunwu out of today's bloody predicament and restore Kunwu to its former glory......

Live for Kunwu, die for Kunwu!

Today's death is just a void, and the battle in the world will never end.

"Once the grievances are over, everything is empty......"

He only let out a long sigh, withdrew his hand, and looked at Hengxu's blood-stained face, and the aura around him changed violently.

It was a feeling of total letting go......

There is no battle in the world, and the obsession of the past has been eliminated.

The hatred is not there, the hatred is not there, even the resentment against Hengxu and Kunwu for hundreds of years has also dispersed.

The body and mind are clear, the thoughts are accessible, and the mundane are all released!

Its cultivation is actually rising!

But it does not give people a sense of steepness, as if the water comes naturally, naturally flowing, out of the body, back to the void, bounded, until the sky!

Above the sea of clouds, all the powerful monks were shocked!

But the Fudao Mountain people themselves didn't seem to be aware of anything, or maybe they didn't care at all, they just got up, turned to see sorrow, threw the Emperor Tianjian to her, and sighed: "Yashan will be handed over to you." ”

"Master ......"

Seeing that he took Huang Tianjian in his hand, he felt that his hand was heavy, and he was faintly aware of something, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and his voice was hoarse.

She had a thousand words, but in the end she couldn't say a single one.

The people of Fudao Mountain took her expression into their eyes, and remembered all the things they had done when they took her as an apprentice on a remote island in the world, as if it had been a long, long time ago.

So he said, "It's time to go."

There was a five-colored glow falling from the sky, covering him, he only flicked his hand lightly, and there was no longer half a trace of filth on the robe, and his figure had risen by the light, fluttering. Gradually thinning and disappearing into this realm.

It turned out to be "one step to the sky, the sun soars"!

Countless monks, seeing this scene, were fascinated.

But when I thought of the opportunity that the people of Fudao Mountain had seen through, I felt that there was really an indescribable heaviness in my heart.

Come to think of it, the mountain people and the real people were once close friends.

Seeing through the ascension today, it may not be a little disheartened, right?

In the old days, the two giants of Kunwu Yashan stood side by side in the world, and now one draws his sword to apologize for the world, and the other enlightened ascends in the daytime, faintly, it seems to be the end of an era.

The end of the old era is often accompanied by the arrival of the new era.

How many people's eyes fell on Jianchou and Xie Buchen?

But no one spoke.

At this moment, only silence can feel the vast and irreversible years......

Qu Zhengfeng turned around at such a moment.

When everyone is immersed in what has just happened, how abrupt is such a turn?

Kunwu's first few disciples saw it almost at a glance.

Today's catastrophe is full of blood, and how many familiar peers in the past have died under his sword? If there is no wind, there will be no catastrophe today, and the real people will not draw their swords and kill themselves!

Hatred runs deep in everyone's heart.

Their eyes were red, and they almost immediately shouted fiercely: "After washing my Kunwu with blood, do you still want to leave? Stop!"

This voice, which was full of hatred, almost immediately woke everyone up from Fang Cai's indulgence, including the sorrow of holding the Emperor's Heavenly Book at this moment!

She frowned and turned to look.

I saw that all the Kunwu monks present had drawn their swords together, blocking Qu Zhengfeng's way, and they had no intention of being good at all!

All the powerful parties have heard it clearly, Hengxu Zhenren has agreed, as long as he swears not to seek revenge against Kunwu and Xie Buchen, then all the grievances today are not to blame.

At this moment, Kunwu and the others drew their swords again, although their feelings were pitiful, but in the end it was wrong.

Everyone frowned, and they wanted to stop it.

But no one expected that at such a tense moment, Qu Zhengfeng would raise the Yashan Giant Sword again!

That mighty power swept the sea of clouds in an instant!

All the mighty monks were taken aback.

The Kunwu monks even remembered his appearance of galloping with a sword and killing people, and with a loud shout, he had automatically formed a sword formation and attacked him!

Xie Buchen was outside the hall, and when he saw the scene of Qu Zhengfeng drawing his sword, he shouted almost at the same time as Wang Qi: "Stop-"

But faster than their voice is the figure of sorrow!

The power of the Kunwu Sword Formation, she has already experienced it on the battlefield of the Nineteen Continents, not to mention the current blow of hatred and anger from so many monks?!

didn't think about it, she stood in front of Qu Zhengfeng!

"Boom", like thousands of acres of sea upside down, thousands of sword lights intertwined into a terrifying pillar of light above the sea of clouds, Xiang Jianchou, Xiang Jianchou behind the wind, knocked down!

But before it could get closer, the sword rain in the sky had already fallen!

It was the moment of lightning and fire that urged the sword intent of the first line of heaven, condensed the clouds in the sky into rain and turned into a sword, and swept towards the opposite Kunwu monk!

Even if Qianxiu joined forces, she was still not her opponent!

With a sword in charge, no one can beat it!

The countless powerful monks who had not yet had time to stop were already stunned, and the many Kunwu monks who had just made their hands were even more sword light disintegrated, almost vomiting blood by the power of the sword counterattack!

Such a strong protection can be called indiscriminate!

The Kunwu cultivators suddenly glared angrily.

But just the next moment, their eyes involuntarily turned away, and they even looked behind them with a bit of unbelievable horror!

It was an extremely ominous gaze......

fell into the eyes of Jianchou, that is, everyone forgot to scold her, and forgot why Fang Cai drew the sword, and the swords raised all stopped, and the stunned faces made her heart full of uneasiness.

The voice of the whole world seemed to disappear at this moment.

It was still for a moment, and then it slammed into her ears again.

"Big Brother !!"

"His Majesty the Sword Emperor ......"

"Qu Daoyou!"

"Big brother—"

……

The voices were intertwined one after another, and it was impossible to tell where they sounded from, let alone who made them.

When I saw the sorrow, I suddenly realized something.

But there was only a silent emptiness in my mind.

She turned slowly, and the faces of all the people around her, whether frightened or puzzled, passed in front of her eyes, leaving no trace.

The wind that blew reminded her of an evening one day......

When I first arrived at Yashan, I just crossed the steep Yashan Road, and I saw a figure standing next to the star-picking platform.

The wind at that time seemed to be the same.

Qu Zhengfeng's sword was not directed towards the many monks in front of him, but penetrated deep into his chest......

When he sees sorrow and blocks all attacks from front of him!

The blunt blade of the sword, penetrating the human body, is as easy as piercing a piece of tofu, as if it takes no effort at all.

Enter from the front of the chest and exit from the back.

"Tick, tick, tick......"

Blood slid down the blade of the sword, dotted to the ground, and gradually surged.

This sword is too decisive.

It seems that there is no room for redemption left at all.

The entire blade of the sword pierced through, and only a piece of the hilt remained, still in his hand......

It was a nightmare.

Seeing sorrow, I saw his flying golden robe, saw his blood-stained hands, and saw his calm face.

But at this moment, only I couldn't read the complicated gaze.

She opened her mouth to shout something, but the sudden and terrible cold wind between heaven and earth whistled and poured in, scattering her voice into the wind and blinking her eyes.

"Poof", Qu Zhengfeng poured into the surging sea of clouds, Stratus clouds supported his blood-stained body, and the sea light sword also fell among the clouds, and the light faded.

Inside and out, all the monks were stunned!

No one understands why Qu Zhengfeng did this.

Seeing that the sorrow is clear, he has sworn before the suicide of Hengxu Zhenren, and the old grievances are not to blame, why should he bother, and why is he suffering? !

Yashan Sword, one of the three swords of Yashan.

Born in the Yashan Mountain, it is the most beautiful and righteous sword of Yashan, although it is stone, but it is like clay, destroying the soul and destroying the soul, it is as easy as a hand.

Even if it is submerged into its main body at this moment, its power has not diminished in the slightest.

It's just that the innocent blood, poured on the sword body, made the sword feel a little deep sorrow, trembling and ringing......

Seeing that her body was so cold that she was unconscious, she didn't even know if she was still holding a glimmer of heaven tightly, and only took one step forward, one step further.

It seems to be very stable, but it also seems to be shaky.

Qu Zhengfeng's gaze fell on her, and he only said, "I'm sorry......"

After all, he failed it.

In order to avenge this revenge, she tore apart in front of people the pain of seeing her sorrow and not wanting to be known to others, and now she has failed her intention to renounce her revenge and stubbornly held her own opinion.

But he's not a subsistence person......

The big husband stands in the world, is born as a hero, dies as a ghost, dare to do it!

Knowing that it is evil, he wants to do it;

Knowing that it is wrong, I want to force it!

It's just that he was born in Yashan, received all the teachings of his teacher, and understood the justice of the world, even if he became a demon, how could he be willing to go to the Yashan Gate with arrogance and a heart and gall?

When he decided to commit these countless murders today, he had already drawn a predetermined end for himself. Even if the monks of the world can allow him to leave today and still be his own Sword Emperor in the Star Sea of Tomorrow, he can't allow himself to bear all this and live in the world without guilt......

What is the difference between that and the Kunwu rat generation, and the Hengxu real person?

If you can pass the level of monks in the world, you can't pass your own heart!

The sun and the moon are clear, and the sky is clear......

It was a good day.

Qu Zhengfeng blinked, as if he felt that the light was too shaky, but a smile slowly overflowed on his lips.

The pure sword power on the Yashan Sword cleansed his body, shuttled through his limbs and hundreds of remains, penetrated into the primordial infant and soul, irreversible, and also made his meridian texture appear like water waves.

When I saw the sorrow, I suddenly saw it clearly!

His broad chest was empty......

So at this moment, she suddenly had the feeling that her whole person was being grabbed by a giant hand, she couldn't breathe, and she was so miserable that she was depressed!

It's the pure heart of the cliff mountain!

Qu Zhengfeng back then, what kind of determination did he have, he cut out that hot heart from his chest and threw it into the bone-devouring yellow spring!

She half-knelt down beside him, and a golden glow like water ripples appeared in her palm, just wanting to protect the divine soul that he was constantly destroying for the Yashan Sword at this moment.

But no!

It is a great power that cannot even be reversed by the power of reincarnation, like a rolling river, carrying the wind, towards the established destiny, and cannot look back......

In a trance, there seemed to be laughter and laughter, echoing above the sea of clouds in Kunwu.

It is the complaint of the head Zheng Yingcheng about the complicated affairs in the day, the chatter of the Fudao master when he holds the chicken legs, the shocking speech all over the mountain when he sees the huge hole in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with the seal of the sky on the day of the foundation building, the joke of everyone when Shen Zhicheng pinched the peach blossom fan and swaggered around; it is the sentence that Chen Weishan can't hold back for a long time, it is the laughter of Kou Qianzhiluo; it is Bai Yin's flat landscape painting scroll, it is Yu Zhifei's bold words that traveled through the mountains and rivers before his travels, and it is also Jiang He's shy and introverted eyes……

And also......

It was supposed to be his little junior sister, but she became the female cultivator of his senior sister, and she was still unconvinced.

Yashan, Yashan......

After all, I can't go back.

I can't go to the star-picking platform, enter the moon hall, go up to the sword-drawing platform, and climb to the top of the sheath......

But I don't regret it in this life!

Don't regret entering this cliff!

All kinds of reluctance and nostalgia only gathered into a damp under his eyes, Qu Zhengfeng could clearly feel the dissipation of his soul, and at the last glance, he saw the sea light sword that fell into the sea of clouds trembling and flying up.

By the time the tears fell, his eyes were blurred.

With only that deep will in the blood and bones, he stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to grasp that sword from afar!

It seems to be just a finger......

Seeing sorrow, hearing his low voice, tears fell like rain in an instant!

"Senior sister, sword, are you going back......"

The sea light sword fluttered up, passing through the stratus clouds, only turning into a galloping dark blue sword light, like the ancient sword of the cliff mountain that has lost countless owners for thousands of years, heading northwest.

Seeing sorrow, I know that it will eventually return to the arsenal.

Go and wait, your next sword master.

Above the sea of clouds, countless Yashan disciples finally wept, full of sorrow, unable to cry.

Seeing that Chou was half-kneeling beside his cold body, tears blurred his vision, and he only replied in a trance: "Go back, senior brother, sword...... Went back......"