At this moment, the old beggar, in fact, has a lot of taste in his heart, seeing that the cyan figure is gradually moving away, and the old man has not had the slightest ripple for many years, like a stone thrown into a quiet pool, stirring up a circle of ripples.

The kid who followed his ass back then is now holding up a world of life and death alone, and that small figure has become thick and tall.

But in the old beggar's heart, the figure was still a slug following his ass, and then a young man who often begged him for drink.

"Jade pick-up... The old man muttered, as if he was missing something.

The young man next to him stretched his body, he rubbed his body, lost the care of Yu Pick, he felt a little better, staring at the figure lying on the cloud head at the moment, although there was fear, but there was a trace of fear.

He knew her as much as she knew him, they came from the same place.

"Old man, that bullshit saint is gone, and now, we still have a chance to turn the tables!" said the young man as he approached the old beggar.

For the two of them, the final situation of this chess game is quite clear, and it can be regarded as the last moment.

The curse has not yet come to the world, but because the ban on the ancient land of heavenly sin is still there, sealing the breath of the ancient land, once the ban on the ancient land is broken, the curse will inevitably fall, he knows this, the old man knows, and the fairy sister also knows.

The old beggar suddenly looked at the young man, like a wounded beast, with a hint of cruelty in his eyes, "His name is Yu Shi!

Facing the sudden murderous old beggar, the young man was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "Don't be so excited, do you still care about the life or death of a junior brother?"

"You've been planning for so many years, isn't it just for this day?" the young man stared at the old beggar as if I could see through you.

In the old beggar's slightly reddish eyes, Sen Ran's murderous intent slowly dissipated, and finally became indifferent again.

"You don't need me to remind you, do you? The birth and death of this ancient land is the opportunity for you to step into the Second Grade Avenue! You have been planning for so many years, do you want to fall short at this last moment?"

The old beggar's eyes were uncertain, he looked at the sky above the Heavenly Sin Ancient Earth, and then looked at the chessboard under him, and immediately a few sunspots fell quickly.

In Qingshui Village, Cao Guozhang, the left Sima of Great Xia, took a fat boy and walked around the village.

"Master, how long are we going to stay in this place?" the fat boy smiled slightly, with a hint of impatience.

During this time, under the leadership of Cao Guozhang, he wandered around the village and ate a lot of good things, such as rock sugar gourds and sugar people, which were rare in the palace before.

But you will get tired of all the delicacies of the mountains and seas, not to mention this little prince who has been used to fine clothes and food since he was a child, those sugar gourds, those sugar people, after all, are only rare for a while.

Looking at the impatience on his disciple's face, Cao Guozhang's face was very calm.

At present, the things that Lord Zuo Xiang explained have not been done, he can't leave the Heavenly Sin Ancient Land, and Cao Guozhang is very nervous now, he doesn't know when Lord Zuo Xiang's order will come, in case he is delayed, this is very serious.

In Great Xia, the officials of the Manchu Dynasty knew one thing: all civil officials were afraid of one person, that was Zuo Xiang, and all military officials were afraid of one person, that was the King of Desolation!

This is an unwritten rule of the Great Xia court, and it is also an obscure rule of the Great Xia court.

"Seventh Prince, after a moment of patience, when we finish the things that Lord Zuo explained, we will leave this place immediately!" Cao Guozhang comforted the little fat man and said.

The little fat man nodded, although he was very impatient now, but when he heard the four words of Lord Zuo Xiang, he immediately became honest, after all, that old guy, clean him up, that's really ruthless!

In Great Xia, Liu Ling, the seventh prince, can be ignored by anyone, but only the old man who is always alone, Sima Jingru, the left minister of Great Xia, is an exception.

"Master, what is Master Zuo planning in this ancient land?" Liu Ling asked, holding a colorful cloth tiger doll in her hand.

Regarding this, Cao Guozhang shook his head.

"It's not for us to speculate on what Lord Zuo is doing, we just need to do what he says!" Cao Guozhang said.

Liu Ling nodded, he is now seven or eight years old, short and fat, if he is not angry, he is still quite cute, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of Cao Guozhang's clothes, and the two walked on the bluestone road, gradually moving away.

However, just as the two walked out of the road, Cao Guozhang's heart was affected by one body.

"Zuo Sima, you immediately take Dansha to the ancient well in the village square, and let Liu Ling sprinkle Dansha into the well water!"

Hearing this, Cao Guozhang immediately received the order in the heart lake, and then took Liu Ling to the square where the ancient well in the village was located.

Recently, the people in the village have left one after another, so even the ancient wells that were overcrowded in the past are now deserted, and there is no one else in the huge square except for the old and the young under the cliff and tide monument.

Cao Guozhang and Liu Ling stood by the well, glanced around at Cao Guozhang, their eyes fell on the two of them, they didn't pay much attention to it, they just thought in their hearts, they should just be two masters and apprentices who entered the ancient land of heavenly sins to find opportunities.

After confirming some things, Cao Guozhang took out a bag of things from his arms, and then handed it to Liu Ling and said, "Seventh Prince, pour this thing in, and we can leave here!"

When Liu Ling heard this, he hesitantly took the bag of things in Cao Guozhang's hand, he opened it and found that it was some ordinary red powder, he clicked it with his small hand, and rubbed it on the tips of his fingers, and found that it was not so peculiar.

"Master, what is this?" asked Liu Ling curiously.

"If you are told to do it, you will hurry up!" Cao Guozhang looked at Liu Ling, who was suddenly curious at this moment, and Cao Guozhang, who was rarely angry, suddenly became fierce.

Seeing this, Liu Ling immediately said quite honestly: "I know!

He stood by the well, looked up at the well, it was dark and quiet, there was no light at all, Liu Ling was a little scared, he shrunk his neck, and was about to raise his hand to pour the powder into it.

Cao Guozhang looked at Liu Ling, who was slow to do it, at this moment he was more anxious than the ants on the hot pot, if it wasn't for the fact that Zuo Xiang personally explained this matter, and he had to be a little fat man to do it, he probably wouldn't have taken Liu Ling to the well.

"Hurry up!" Cao Guozhang urged.

"Yes!" the little fat man turned his hand and was about to pour the powder into it.

However, the hand next to him grabbed the little fat man's hand, and then looked at the powder in the little fat man's hand and said, "What are you going to do?"

Cao Guozhang was stunned for a moment for the young man who suddenly appeared, and then immediately said with a gloomy face: "Who are you?

The young man looked up at Cao Guozhang, and then said, "The Sword Sect of the Underworld is cold!"

"Underworld!Sword Sect!" Cao Guozhang heard this name, and his originally fierce expression immediately became a little more honest.

You must know that this Sword Sect of the Underworld is one of the few holy places where the Sword Sect is established, and of course, this refers to the kind of big sect that is famous in Shenzhou.

"I've already answered you, and now, it's up to you to answer me!" said the young man.

"I... We just want to see if the water is clean!" explained Cao Guozhang.

But this excuse is too lame, the young man looked at the old man whose face changed, and then looked at the little fat man who was caught by him, obviously it was impossible to believe it.

Just when the young man was looking, a colored centipede suddenly appeared on the wrist of the little fat man, and the young man was quick to move, and immediately withdrew his hand, and then pushed the little fat man away.

"You thief boy, you want to make a trick!" Fu Xinliang, a young man from the Sword Sect, stared at the little fat man who fell to the ground, and said with a trace of disgust in his eyes.

Looking at the dansha scattered all over the ground, Cao Guozhang's originally jealous eyes suddenly changed.

"You dare to ruin our big thing!" After Cao Guozhang finished speaking, he was about to teach Fu Xinliang a lesson, in his opinion, the Sword Sect may not be provoked, but they are not soft persimmons, and they can be kneaded by others.

"It's not a good thing to get along with juniors!"

Behind Cao Guozhang, an old man's voice came, and a flying sword broke through the air, hovering three inches away from Cao Guozhang's eyebrows, and the sword aura was sharp, making Cao Guozhang's forehead feel like a pinprick.

Cao Guozhang is now worthy of entering the realm of the four grades, but against the old man standing behind the young man, he is not even the enemy of a single blow.

"Senior, between us, the well water does not interfere with the river water, although your Underworld Sword Sect is beyond the world and looks down on our secular dynasty, but you can't be so arrogant and block us from seizing the opportunity, right?" Cao Guozhang said.

The old man's calm eyes did not fluctuate at all because of Cao Guozhang's words.

"We ignore the matter of seizing the opportunity, but now it is the most chaotic moment in this ancient land, and there are some things, since we have seen it, no matter what, I am really sorry for the word Sword Sect behind us!"

Cao Guozhang secretly complained in his heart, who is not good at meeting this, but he has met a cultivator who only knows the principle of death, and he is also the kind of sword cultivator with the heaviest killing aura, and it seems that this matter cannot be done at the moment.

The old man looked at Cao Guozhang, and looked at the red dansha on the ground, and there was a hint of clarity in his eyes.

"You want to use dansha to break the last prohibition of the ancient land!" the old man said.

He stared at the sky above him, saw the traces of shattering, and saw the damnation that had taken shape beyond the barrier, and the old man's eyes became colder and colder.

"Do you know that once you sprinkle Dansha into it, the last prohibition of the ancient land will disappear, and the heavenly punishment will fall immediately, that is, the world-destroying thunder tribulation, and this ancient land will be completely annihilated!" The old man was very cold, and when he said this, he was already scolding Cao Guozhang.

"Could it be that seniors, you mountain people, still care about the life and death of some ants?" Cao Guozhang heard this, and his expression was quite awe-struck, but at this moment, it was gone.

"You... When the old man heard Cao Guozhang's cold words, he immediately wanted to completely kill this wingman.

However, as soon as the figure arrived, he suddenly pressed Cao Guozhang's shoulder, allowing Cao Guozhang to avoid the sword of the lore again and again.

The old man's sword missed, and his eyes fell on a middle-aged man who didn't know when he was standing beside Cao Guozhang, with indifference in his eyes.

"It is said that the Sword Sect is all short-tempered! It seems that this is very true! It is more true than this flying sword!" The middle-aged man looked at the flying sword that had returned to the old man, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he laughed.

"Tianwuguan also wants to intervene?" the old man said.

"It's unfortunate to say that the old ancestor of our Tianwu Temple raised his hands and feet in favor of destroying the ancient land!" said the middle-aged man.

The old man stared at the careless middle-aged man, and saw that the other party's aura was condensed but not dispersed, and he was obviously already gathering momentum.

"It seems that today, this matter cannot be good!" said the old man.

"I was just trying to ask for a lesson about the sword immortal style of the Sword Sect!" the middle-aged man rubbed his wrists, he crossed his hands and made a stretching movement, and in his body, after the qi and blood were induced, there was a deafening explosion sound.

"Sanpin Tongtian Realm Martial Artist!" there was a trace of solemnity in the old man's eyes.

Spiritual cultivation and martial cultivation in the world are strong and weak, but generally speaking, in terms of long-range combat, spiritual cultivation is stronger than martial cultivation, and in terms of close combat, martial cultivation is generally stronger than spiritual cultivation, and Tianwuguan has always had a holy place of martial cultivation in the cultivation world, so right now, the flying sword beside the old man is always surrounded by him.

The middle-aged man on the opposite side was standing right now, and it was exactly within ten paces of him.

Ten steps away, what does it mean?

For the Sanpin Martial Cultivator, the distance of ten steps is already equivalent to face to face, which is the distance of one step!

Next to him, Li Yang said coldly to Fu Xin: "They beat theirs, we beat ours!"

Fu Xinliang looked at Li Yang, thinking of the picture of this guy blocking him a few days ago, at that time he had no intention of making a sword, but at this moment, the sword intent in his heart was cleansed, and in the yin veins behind him, a spirit sword that had been cultivated for many years was trembling, not because of fear, but because of excitement.

The four of them said that it was too late, and that time was fast, and they all started in the blink of an eye.

As one of the great masters of contemporary martial arts in Tianwuguan, Zhu Chongnan, this is one of the few times he has made a move since he accompanied Li Yang down the mountain, and as soon as he made a move, the thunder rolled.

Li Yang next to him glanced sideways, and then his inner battle intent skyrocketed, and his cultivation at the peak realm of the Nine Grades at this moment was released without reservation.

The young man standing opposite him, the shadow of a sword behind him rose and fell, and that sharp feeling made him feel a heavy pressure.

However, the young man in front of him, Li Yang, was not the kind of teenager who was afraid of danger and pressure, and in the face of Fu Xinliang's sword shadow, his fist still came out without hesitation.

Tianwuguan is called Wuguan of martial madness, and from this point of view, it is not unreasonable.

On the side, although Cao Guozhang was taken aback by the actions of the four people in front of him, he did not forget his mission, and quickly ordered Liu Ling to pick up the dansha on the ground and sprinkle it into the well.

"You dare!" the old man, who was stopped by Zhu Chongnan, said a little angrily.

"Fight well!" Zhu Chongnan heard this, but his fists were getting faster and faster, and he bullied himself to prevent the old man from attacking Cao Guozhang and them.

"Senior, thank you!" Cao Guozhang saw this, and clasped his fists and saluted.

"Hurry up and do something, how can there be so much!" Zhu Chongnan didn't eat Cao Guozhang's flattery, he stared at the old man opposite, but he didn't expect that the other party would dare to let himself fight in close quarters with a sword cultivator.

"These sword immortals of your Sword Sect are not simple!" Zhu Chongnan said.

He looked at another place not far away, two young figures, entangled together at the moment, it was Li Yang and Fu Xinliang.

"It's a good sword embryo!" Zhu Chongnan stared at Fu Xinliang, even if he didn't deal with sword cultivation, but at the moment, in the eyes of the other party's majestic sword qi visible to the naked eye, that young man must be the contemporary sword of the Sword Sect.

"Your Tianwu Concept, it's not simple!" the old man was not polite, staring at Li Yang Dao.

"That young man, I'm afraid he's a martial madman again!"

When Zhu Chongnan heard this, he did not deny this, in the eyes of him, and even all the cultivators of the Tianwu Temple, it was an affirmation of them that he could be called a martial madman.