Chapter 142: The Sword Breaks the Great Qi

Wang Xiaoxian's life can only be defined by the word legend. [. Lots of good]

Dizzy again, it was dark in front of him, and Chen Baichuan's consciousness left the magnificent monk world.

When he opened his eyes, the turquoise sky that caught his eyes made his heart tighten. He hadn't forgotten the loneliness under the turquoise sky, and he smiled bitterly when he thought of surviving in this vast white man.

The magnificent picture scroll that unfolded in front of him in his sleep just now had been left behind by him. Jokes, what matters now is the way out, and the dream-like world may just be imagined by yourself.

"Are you awake?"

Chen Baichuan looked around and found that there was a young man standing behind him, carrying a long sword and wearing a gray-black cloth robe.

This is not the sword immortal Wang Xiaoxian in the dream.

Chen Baichuan suddenly reacted, the legend of the sword immortal Wang Xiaoxian was circulating among the people of the Ten Thousand Sword Peak Forest, could it be that the two were not coincidentally with the same name and surname, but Wang Xiaoxian crossed the tribulation from the monk world and ascended to this world?

And he can only call himself Wang Xiaoxian in front of Zhiniang, and he is also the handiwork of this sword fairy?

Thinking of this, Chen Baichuan looked at Wang Xiaoxian's frosty face with a wry smile and asked, "Immortal, I am ...... with Zhiniang."

A hundred years of loneliness, all emotions have long been washed away by the years. Wang Xiaoxian only has one expression left, that is, his face is expressionless. In Chen Baichuan's opinion, his face was frosty, his lips were lightly opened, and his voice was slightly hoarse:

"That's just my memory. After coming to this world, the Heavenly Dao of this world was jealous of my power, fearing that I would destroy the balance of this world and limit my power. So I was no different from a mortal, lying down in the wilderness, fortunately the weaver girl reached out to help. The story that follows is not far from what you experienced. ”

Rao is heart is prepared, hearing that the grievances and hatred with Zhiniang are just other people's memories, Chen Baichuan is still very unhappy. Why did you give me a lingering relationship with a woman like Weaver Niang, and cruelly tell me that everything is fake?

Anger rushed to his heart, and reason told Chen Baichuan to provoke the person in front of him, and it would definitely not end well. However, he still said angrily: "Then why did you let me go through your memories, you are a high immortal, you can fool me like this?" ”

There was not a trace of wind blowing on the turquoise sky, and the atmosphere was slightly solemn.

Chen Baichuan was also uneasy, although he didn't regret what he just said, he couldn't help but doubt in his heart whether Wang Xiaoxian would hurt people.

According to what Shicai saw in his sleep, Wang Xiaoxian's hands were stained with a lot of blood.

Fortunately, a smile appeared on Wang Xiaoxian's face. Even Chen Baichuan, who has a warm smile from the spring breeze, is ashamed of himself after some comparison.

It is not the spring breeze that can melt the boundless glaciers.

It's good to smile, Chen Baichuan's heart is relieved, at least now there is no worry about his life. By the way, he decided that if he could return to Chen Guo, he would definitely hone his smile in front of the bronze mirror in the room. The usual invincible smile was surpassed, which was unbearable.

The frost on Wang Xiaoxian's face melted instantly, and his eyes were more gentle, he didn't say anything, and with a wave of his big hand, the turquoise sky changed.

Chen Baichuan looked up, and the scene in the air turned out to be the picture of the death of the weaver in the palace of the Great Qi Palace. It's just that this time the actor was replaced by Wang Xiaoxian.

An indescribable sourness filled his heart, and curiosity drove him to keep looking.

The scene is basically the same as the original experience, when Weaver Niang's body collapsed on the ground, the eyes of the two big men were filled with tears together.

"Weaver Niang, Weaver Niang ......"

In the picture, Wang Xiaoxian called the name of Zhiniang weakly, and the beauty couldn't hear his grief voice, and she lost her temperature until she became a cold corpse.

"Shall I avenge you, shall I bury you with this country?" Wang Xiaoxian muttered to himself in a low voice, the sky was just like his flying calamity, and the dark clouds were piled up, as if they were going to crush the entire Great Qi King.

The sound of the sword sounded, and the simple and unpretentious long sword in Wang Xiaoxian's hand flew into the air, stretching into a behemoth like a mountain.

The thunder kept hitting Wang Xiaoxian, who flew into the air, and he turned a blind eye, and the gray-black clothes stained with blood on his body bulged in the wind. The cold-blooded eyes are eager to destroy the whole world.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The mountain turned into a long sword smashed into the royal capital of Great Qi, except for Wang Xiaoxian and the corpse of the weaver girl in his hand, the original people and things in the entire royal capital were crushed into pieces.

Before the aftermath was settled, the earth opened countless huge openings, and one peak after another rose from it, reaching into the air. Their target seemed to be Wang Xiaoxian, and they kept climbing in his direction.

In just a few tens of breaths, the huge Qi is full of holes.

The Great Qi Dynasty collapsed.

When Chen Baichuan saw this scene, his mouth never closed. The power of immortals is really unpredictable. What if it is as powerful as Daqi, Wang Xiaoxian still made it collapse with a sword.

What surprised him even more was that the fall of the Great Qi Dynasty was so legendary, and it was no wonder that the history books were all blank about the fall of the Great Qi Dynasty. Sure enough, in response to the old saying, reality does not need logic.

"I took revenge back then, but I also caused murder because of it. Millions of innocent people in the royal capital of Great Qi and the neighboring villages died because of my anger. So the Heavenly Dao of this world has bound me here, and I will not be able to get out of it until I am at my limit. ”

The smile on Wang Xiaoxian's face has not faded, and the tone of his voice is also plain. But for some reason, Chen Baichuan heard a lot of sadness.

Eternal life will not be released until the time comes? Wang Xiaoxian's lifespan is probably calculated in thousands of years, and he wants to be alone for thousands of years in this lonely world that he can't bear in just one or two days.

The anger in Chen Baichuan's heart has subsided, and the anger in his heart has been replaced by sympathy. But he still didn't understand why Wang Jianxian wanted to let himself experience his world.

"Wang ...... Senior, but you haven't said why you let me go through your memories. ”

Chen Baichuan calculated a little in his heart, and it was most appropriate to call Wang Xiaoxian "senior". It is not disrespectful, nor is it too obvious as the "immortals" and "immortals". Anyway, Wang Xiaoxian looks young, and his age is scared to death, so he is not a loser when he says that his predecessors are not at a loss.

Wang Xiaoxian said: "First, no one has come in here for decades, and finally you came in, so I should treat you well." In the bitter cold land, there is nothing interesting and interesting, and all worth seeing is the memories of me, a down-and-out monk. ”

After listening to him say this, Chen Baichuan smiled helplessly. I'm afraid that Wang Xiaoxian is not entertaining himself, but he has never been able to let go of Weaver Niang.

"Second, I don't belong to this world, I'm a visitor from outside the world. And your situation is very special, the body belongs to this world, and the soul is full of the shadow left by another world. I'm curious about the world before you came here. (To be continued.) )