The heavens and the earth shook three times in a row, three immortals fell, and the cyan rainstorm was even more urgent. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info In fact, this faint immortal sound is the voice of the unique law power of the world that is being stripped of the heavenly path by the immortal heart. The sudden fall of cyan raindrops is the reason why the immortal yuan in his body escapes and feeds back to heaven and earth.

Han Qianyi, the last of the four true immortals of the Sword Sect, endured the pain of karmic fire, bathed in the cyan rainstorm, and used her only remaining one arm to point out a roll of white brocade pa, the brocade rose in the wind, and the colorful light was hazy, wrapping her and quickly retreating into the distance.

The purple-clothed and high-crowned monk of the Hu family of Xiaotian Sect looked up at Han Qianyi, and then raised his hand to point at Han Qianyi.

"Follow the word, Lei Ze will be punished!"

But Han Qianyi was still wrapped in Jinpa and fled, not affected in any way, it should have appeared in front of the Hu family monk of Xiaotian Sect, three long swords appeared, and the three long swords crossed each other, stacking heavy sword shadows to block the thunder in the sky.

The thunder was extinguished, the shadow of the sword dissipated, and the three monks in Tsing Yi appeared in the sky.

"Huh... "Six more monks in Tsing Yi stepped into the air with their swords.

Jiuzong turned his head to look at the six men and three women floating in the air, and said with a mocking face: "It's rare.. Only the nine sons of the Sword Sect can still gather, which gives you the confidence to be the enemy of the Xiaotian Sect? Bite off more than one can chew! ”

Among the six men and three women, there was a middle-aged white-clothed monk, his waist was straight, his hand pressed the hilt of the sword on his waist, and he said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "So, Situ Qing, Tian is the master of the only sword sect, and I have seen all your Taoist friends. ”

Then he sneered and said, "What is the ability to bully the younger generations?" I had heard that the founding four immortals of Xiaotian Sect were famous, how could I have thought that their descendants would be so unbearable. Oh, I forgot, now the four immortals of Xiaotian Sect are present, and one is missing, and one is still missing. ”

Hearing the other party's ridicule, Yun Xiaozi's expression was indifferent, and he stretched out his hand to brush his beard and smiled. The purple-clothed high-crowned Hu family monk flashed in front of Yun Xiaozi, this is a thin old man, his hair is thin, his face is full of wrinkles, but the aura emanating from his whole body is extremely terrifying, and his eyes have their own charm hidden, he bowed slightly to Yun Xiaozi: "Senior brother.." Then, he nodded slightly to the nine sects standing aside.

The air beside Jiuzong shook for a while, and a middle-aged monk dressed in a bright yellow Confucian robe appeared, his face was old-fashioned, his brows did not need to be wrinkled, there were lines, and his whole body exuded a lingering scholarly atmosphere, like an old sour Confucian who failed to take the exam all year round.

An ugly smile squeezed out of his old-fashioned face, and he said, "I've seen two senior brothers." ”

The white-clothed middle-aged monk who was the leader of the Sword Sect on the opposite side looked down at the sword at his waist, and said with a smile: "Yunxiao of the Yun family, Hu Rusong of the Hu family, Zhao Yi of the Zhao family, Huang Hefei of the Huang family, and the four contemporary immortals of the Xiaotian Sect have arrived." ”

Huang Hefei, who was dressed in a bright yellow Confucian robe, turned his head to look at the six men, three women and nine people of the Weijian Sect opposite, glanced over, paused on the white-clothed monk in the middle, and said: "I have heard of the name of the Qing Sect Master of the Weijian Sect, I saw it today, but Er'er. ”

Situ Qing, the sect master of the Sword Sect, was not mindful, the sword on his waist popped out an inch, and there was a sword roaring in the air, he smiled and said: "What the hell is going on, you will know if you have done a game, how is it?" ”

"Just what I want!" Huang Hefei said, and raised his hand again, a white sun mark appeared on his forehead, and the sun mark emitted an extremely bright, pure and unadulterated halo, and even the real sun hanging above the dome seemed to dim a little. It is like a black hole, devouring everything, absorbing light, space, and even the illusion of being able to suck in the gaze of the gaze.

"Boundary Seal"

With him raising his hand and pointing, the nine people of the Sword Sect on the opposite side disappeared directly out of thin air. Seeing this, Jiuzong stepped out directly, and the figure flashed, and the person was nowhere to be found, leaving only the residual sound echoing in place. "Let's go, we'll meet them."

Hu Rusong, who was dressed in purple and with a high crown, shook his head and smiled, took a step in the void, leaving the afterimage in place like a silhouette in the water, swaying and dissolving. Huang Hefei turned back to Yun Xiaozi and said, "The master will come to pick him up, and the senior brother can wait for Huanhuan to come back." ”

After speaking, the person burst like a bubble, and followed the two of them.

In a few moments, the western horizon shines with dazzling brilliance, more brilliant than the remnant sun setting in the west, and after three breaths, the earth shakes like a mountain toppling, cracking out ravines, and the stones on the Gobi stall fly dozens of zhang high. After more than ten breaths, the waves swept across like a tsunami, accompanied by a roar like a cloudy thunder.

The battle over there has begun, standing in the middle of the clouds here, his long withered white hair dancing wildly in the air, the corners of his clothes hunting in the strong wind, he clenched his fists in his sleeves slightly, raised his head and sighed silently.

"The immortal path is full of thorns, what we have to do is not to cut off the seven emotions and six desires, not to become ruthless, but to stick to a heart and achieve a true self. If you are mortal, you can become an immortal. Only by letting go can we break through the 'obstacle of knowledge'. I don't know when, there was already an old woman in black beside Yun Xiaozi, she pressed one hand on Yun Xiaozi's shoulder, staring at the horizon in the west.

Even though the old woman in black was full of wrinkles, her back was bent over a large extent, and her frosty hair was white, she still couldn't stop her noble temperament.

Yun Xiaozi was stunned for a moment, put away the imperceptible look of decadence on his face, and said respectfully to the black old woman: "Teacher.. I've seen eight cases. ”

The old woman in black retracted her gaze, looked at Yunxiaozi, raised her hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said, "At that time, your cultivation will not only be able to return to the peak, but also go further. ”

"Follow the teachings of the Master." Yun Xiaozi hurriedly replied respectfully.

As the eighth-generation sect master of Xiaotian Sect, the black-clothed old woman smiled bitterly and sighed: "It's good that you can really follow the teachings of the teacher, the deceased is gone, why be persistent?" Put it down... Now that the wind and rain are shaking, Xiaotian Sect needs you, and Huanhuan also needs you. ”

Yun Xiaozi let out a long sigh and shook his head. He obviously didn't want to dwell on this topic, so he diverted the topic and said, "Master, why don't you go and leave the nine sons of the Sword Sect and destroy the formation of the 'Sword Nine Sealing Heavenly Array'?" No matter how big the plot of the Sword Sect is, no matter how deep it is hidden, it will take 10,000 years to be hit hard. ”

The black-clothed old woman, who was the eighth sect of Xiaotian Sect, saw that Yun Xiaozi deliberately diverted the topic, slowly closed her eyes, and before closing her eyes, there was regret in her eyes, and when she opened it again, there was no trace. Immediately, a gleam flashed in her eyes, and she said to herself: "Daoyou is so highly cultivated, it's not appropriate to eavesdrop on the old master and apprentice's narration, right?" ”

"Heh... What a picture of master-apprentice love. A folding fan first appeared, unfolded, and then followed by a white-clothed monk, tall and well-proportioned, with a silver mask without mouth, eyes, or nose, which was a silver mask with only the outline of the face, and the left side of the mask was depicted with the ancient character "lamentation", bright red and dazzling.

"It turned out to be the master of the mourning hall in the faceless, and the old body was ashamed." Xiaotian Sect's black-clothed old woman Bazong said politely, but her body didn't move.

Wai Mian folded the fan in his hand, knocked it on the palm of his left hand with the fan, and then stroked the long hair hanging on his chest, and turned to face Yunxiaozi with a cold silver mask, as if answering Yunxiaozi's previous proposal, and said with a smile: "Without the consent of the original owner, I suddenly visited Yingyuexing, and I was offended, no wonder." ”

As he spoke, he also bowed his hands and fans to the black-clothed old woman Bazong and Yun Xiaozi, and continued to speak: "There is a lively fight over there, I don't want to participate in the destruction, after all, this level of fighting method, in the entire star field, is not often seen, and it is also a good thing to appreciate it for a while." ”

Mourning did not move, his head did not move, he raised his hand and pointed to the huge sword body that was still burning red and inserted into the Gobi ground behind him, and said in a slightly cold tone: "Don't move it, you can take away the people you want to take away, or you can retreat with your whole body." Otherwise, not only will you not touch the slightest bit of it, but you will have to stay all here. ”

"Oh? How? The Lord of the Hall of Mourning and Xiaotian Sect still have this friendship? The black-clothed old woman of Xiaotian Sect sneered and asked rhetorically.

Mourning shook his head slightly with his silver mask, and he didn't know if he had changed his gaze. He said with a little envy: "Thinking back tens of thousands of years ago, Yun Boqi, one of the founding four immortals of Xiaotian Sect, took his disciples surnamed Hu, Huang, and Zhao to travel in the thousand-petal lotus galaxy, and only one master and three disciples made the Quartet surrender and deter the boundless starry sky. Create a great sect again, stand in the star field for thousands of years and be immortal, but I was born at the wrong time and couldn't see the style. ”

"I respect him, respect . . . Dawn.. Sky.. Sect.. I will give you the opportunity, give you enough capital to give it a go, and see if you, the descendants of the Four Immortals of the Xiaotian Sect, can save the foundation for ten thousand years and fall into the fall, and whether you will fall into their prestige. When he said the three words of Xiaotianzong, his tone was a little heavier, and there was an inexplicable mixture of emotions.

The black-clothed old woman, the eighth generation sect master of Xiaotian Sect, flashed her eyes and asked, "Is Your Excellency really old with Xiaotian Sect?" ”

There was no response, and the mourning face had turned his back and looked at the western horizon. The fierce battle there has obviously reached the level of white-hot, lightning and thunder, all kinds of brilliance break through the sky, bursts of fierce wind and waves roar across the vast land, and sand and rocks fly on the Gobi.

The atmosphere at the scene was a little weird, and the three of them all stood in mid-air looking at the west, silent.

Time is lost in the wind and dust, the air and waves are whistling, a stick of incense... Two pillars of incense: Half an hour.. An hour.. An hour and a half.. The battle on the western horizon is still not over, and a figure of a man falling from the sky breaks the silence here,

Wai Mian looked back and smiled: "I'm back!" After speaking, he actually stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture.

After staring at the mourning face for four or five breaths, the old woman of the Eight Sects finally arched her hand towards the mourning face, and then pressed her hand on Yunxiaozi's shoulder, and in a flicker, she fled towards the falling figure.

Just when the figure that suddenly appeared from the sky was about to fall to the ground, Yun Xiaozi raised his hand and waved his sleeve to roll it up, and landed steadily on the Gobi Desert.

"Huanhuan, are you alright?" Yun Xiaozi asked eagerly after he landed.

Yun Huanhuan struggled to break free from the shackles of Yun Xiaozi, holding a jade saucer, and with a buckle of the jade saucer base, a clear spring gushed out. She hurriedly stepped forward to check, and found that the clear spring sprinkled on the ground did not begin to condense the human form as usual, and turned around and said impatiently: "Grandpa, take a look, what's wrong with him?" ”

The old woman of the Eight Sects, dressed in black robes, floated three feet above the ground of the Gobi and said, "The spirit is scattered, and the vitality is fading!" ”

Yun Xiaozi also noticed the abnormality, so he asked, "What did you encounter in Dao Jingtian?" ”

"Encounter... Encounter two black true spirits, one large and one small, and meet a group of people, and... Then there was a fight with them, and he went to grab another thing that they had been secretly looking for. They chased him all the way back, and when I saw him again, he was already like this. I.. I do not know.. How did he end up like this. When Yun Huanhuan heard Bazong say the words "vitality is fading", his head was numb, and he not only stammered, but also spoke a little incoherently.

Hearing this, Yun Xiaozi and the Eight Sects frowned together, they couldn't understand what Yun Huanhuan was saying at all, and the preface didn't match the afterword. At this time, three figures appeared behind the black-robed old woman Bazong, and after they landed, they all bent down and clasped their fists in salute, and said respectfully: "I've seen the master." ”

"Well, let's go back and talk about it!" As soon as Bazong waved his hand, a wave of qi rose on the Gobi ground. However, the dust finally settled, and the figure was gone.

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