After the "poof", there was a "bang, bang, bang" sound.

A stream that winds from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain is not wide, and Wu Chen floats and sinks in it.

He spotted a protruding branch cut across the rapids, shook it with one hand, and went ashore with strength.

shook the water marks on his body, and couldn't help but think about what kind of situation he would be like if he was still a strong martial arts cultivator.

He took a deep breath of air that was not mixed with the slightest spiritual power, and grinned with great joy.

The world under the mountain is indeed the world under the mountain.

I looked up at the clear blue sky.

said lightly: "The rules are really the same rules, it's good." ”

He looked down at the wooden card in his hand, not the one given by the monk of the Heavenly Sect.

Instead, he was enshrined in the Four Seas Mystery Pavilion in the Four Seas Merchant House, and there were strange patterns on both sides of the gambling order.

Above the martial order, the strange lines seem to be alive and twisted in the body.

After clenching the palm of the wooden sign and closing his eyes, a glittering wiring diagram appeared in his mind.

Wu Chen breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly said in his heart: It's okay, it's okay! It's not far away.

The territory of the Great Xuan Dynasty is more than tens of millions of square kilometers, and if you are careless and fall in the opposite direction far away from the entrance marked by the wooden sign, you will break your leg and you will not be able to catch up.

But since the military order is in hand, how can it not be able to catch up?

The strange lines on the martial arts order are not recognized by others, and he is not recognized by the creator of his own hands.

Just as all the good things in the world are done by the person surnamed Xuan?

Of course, that guy has also patched up a lot.

Wu Chen picked up the orange wooden plaque given by the monk of the Litian Sect with the word "Xu" engraved on it.

Why are you so dissatisfied, this is the thing surnamed Xuan.

Wu Chen pursed his lips and said to himself: It's just ugly.

After hanging the two wooden signs around his waist again, he looked at the downhill path that looked like a downhill road, and went down the mountain.

In fact, it is just walking slowly along the side of the stream.

A major event happened in Sihai City, and for this matter, one of the youngest old men among the only three remaining old writers of the Listening Rain Sect personally led the team to Zhihai City.

Because just the day before, there was news in the Four Seas City that Bu Xiao'an, one of the ancestors of the famous Sect, was a powerhouse of the Three Heavens of the Xuan Emperor of the Upper Three Realms, and suddenly encountered a thunderstorm in the Four Seas City, and his soul was destroyed.

There is no scum left.

But this thing is full of weirdness.

For example, why did Bu Xiaoan appear in Sihai City? Could it be that the avenue is lonely, and he wants to go to the flower alleys of Qianjin Street to find some fun on the mountain?

For example, why would Bu Xiao'an alone suffer a thunderstorm with a vain move?

Could it be that it is because the cultivation is high and the standing is high, and the white is jealous of the Heavenly Dao?

Then don't let the monk live?

The old writer of the Listening Rain Sect is the peak of the Xuanhuang who has lived long enough.

If you talk about delaying longevity, or how to live long enough, the five major states and the entire Xuanwu Continent are recognized as having two forces.

One is the mountain power Tingyu Sect that does not have the strong people of the upper three realms, and the other is the Four Seas Commercial Bank.

The latter is easy to understand, after all, there is money!

As for listening to the rain sect, it makes people seem a little puzzled.

The ordinary Xuanhuang of the Middle Three Realms, three hundred years of longevity will come to an end.

And the youngest old writer of the Listening Rain Sect has been more than three hundred and fifty years old.

Therefore, there is the widely circulated Liao Yan on the mountain, the first strange Fu south wall, followed by the rain man.

The old writer of the Listening Rain Sect only stayed in the Four Seas City for half a day.

I don't know if it's because I'm afraid of being jealous, just like the Triple Heavenly Xuan Emperor of the Famous Sect, he caused a thunderstorm and caused his body to die and his soul to be destroyed.

Subsequently, Tingyuzong began to work overtime to print the latest Shanshui Di newspaper and send it to the major cities of Zhongzhou and some cities in other states.

The introduction of the shocking catastrophe in the newspaper is very short.

Sihai City, the Three Heavenly Xuan Emperors of the Three Realms, and Bu Xiao'an, one of the two ancestors of the Famous Sect, was robbed and destroyed.

The number of words is not much, but it occupies a large space, and a few crosses occupy a quarter of the area of the newspaper.

And this time, the Shanshui Mansion newspaper has changed the four-character language without suffix for reference only, but this is still a little inappropriate.

The major states, because of listening to the rain sect's Shanshui Mansion newspaper, it can be said that it has set off a big wave.

How many years have you not heard about the life and death of the monks of the Upper Three Realms?

It's still a Upper Three Realms! It's still a Triple Heaven! How can it not set off stormy waves?

Some people secretly rejoice, and some people mourn.

Many people also sighed, this ancestral hall is stable, it is good, seeing that the famous sect of others has died a Triple Heavenly Xuan Emperor of the Upper Three Realms, but there is still a Upper Three Realms in charge.

Famous Sect, on the peak of the main vein of Yayun Peak, in front of a hut on the top of the peak, because of the thin figure of the purple-robed monk, standing in front of the door of the hut, towards the hut, staring for a long time.

The cottage is not big.

There is a seven-character poem in Zhongzhou that is very popular.

It's strange to have a hut that was built on the top of the hill.

It's not big, it's small, it's still very broken, and the monks of Yamashita love it very much.

The words refer to the ancestral halls of these families.

The thin purple-robed monk stood in front of the door of his ancestral hall and stared at the hut for a long time.

In fact, there are two ancestral halls in one mountain gate, and there is only one ancestral hall in the famous sect from beginning to end.

As for the one on the top of the main peak of Zhenyun Peak, it was built for others to see.

The ancestral hall of the famous sect has only this small hut in front of the thin purple-robed monk.

In the hut, it is particularly dim and not bright, a lone lamp flickers this wisp of dark yellow light, with the help of this faint light, you can faintly see the lone lamp, the neat dark wood tablet of Luo.

Every name on the tablet once made every famous monk of the famous sect at that time like thunder, and because of these names, the monks of the famous sect could straighten their waists slightly when they went out.

With the help of the faint light, Mo could see that opposite the bright lone lamp, there was a lone lamp of almost the same style, but the lamp was dim and would never be lit again.

The thin purple-robed monk naturally wouldn't believe anything to listen to the rain sect's landscape mansion report, but there was a little bit of a thin purple-robed monk who was more sure than listening to the rain sect's old man writing the mansion report.

His junior brother died, and his soul was destroyed, but as long as there was the slightest possibility, this wisp of soul lamp left in the ancestral hall would not be extinguished.

As long as the soul lamp is not extinguished, it is possible.

The thin purple-robed man stepped forward and lowered a vertical wooden card towards the bottom of the offering table.

There is no more Bu Xiao'an in the world.