Since leaving Dali, Ziqin has gone all the way north, but the speed is extremely fast, but when he goes south, he has returned to the Sea of Stars in a normal time.

Originally, he had established the Nakshatra Sect, but it was already a blank.

The climate of the Sea of Stars is extremely humid, and any paint you pour on the ground will be quickly cleaned, but when Ziqin returns to the place where he originally set up the Star Sect and set up a camp, he can still see the mottled red on the ground.

Ziqin's eyes closed slightly, and he knew that the people who had established his sect were all already very lucky.

After a while, Ziqin opened his eyes, raised his feet and headed towards the ruins of the Star Sect.

Ziqin did a lot of things and prepared a lot for the battlefield mission, however, in the end, he found that all these preparations were in vain.

I wanted to complete the simple branch mission of the Star Sect first, and then better complete the battlefield mission, but now it seems that everything is Ziqin's dream, and there is no shortcut in this famous world.

Sure enough, in the end, the only thing he could rely on was the long sword in his hand.

Ziqin's state of mind was extremely calm.

Something has happened to the Sea of Stars, and Mingjiao is probably not much better, he already understands that it is impossible for the system to let him take advantage of the battlefield mission.

From the appearance of Duan Yu's descendants, from the appearance of Ling Bo Weibu, Ziqin knew that he had underestimated the power of the system, Ziqin thought that his martial arts were already extremely high, and he thought that even if he was compared vertically, his martial arts should be on the top in the Tianlong world.

But the monk's Ling Bo microstep made Ziqin understand that his martial arts were far from enough.

Yes, not enough.

It's just that Ziqin knows that he has no possibility of dodging, he has already taken over the battlefield mission, and he has learned the Nine Yin General Outline, so he has no possibility of evading.

Ziqin even thought that if he gave up the battlefield mission now, I was afraid that the next moment the Mongol army would leap into the Central Plains, and the masters from outside the territory would immediately invade the Central Plains, and he would still have no way to escape at that time.

Ziqin's steps were not fast, but every step was extremely steady.

He has figured out a problem, that is, he is really not suitable for the layout, and he has tried his best to lay out this kind of situation, but it has been broken by the system, and there is not even the slightest outrage, just to let the descendants of those legends more than a hundred years ago appear.

This is the system's persecution, so he has to fight desperately.

Ziqin couldn't imagine what the system was trying to do, this thing was not a human at all, not even an intelligent creature, and likewise, this thing was not a main god, and his existence didn't seem to have any real meaning at all.

However, it was tied to Ziqin again, and it couldn't escape or avoid.

Ziqin walked smoothly on the swamp, his hand holding the Xuangang sword, and he held it extremely tightly.

Whether it is the world of famous masters or the main world, this world is still called rivers and lakes after all, and in the same way, whether it is the persecution of the system or the squeeze of those forces in the main world, all he can rely on is the blade in his hand.

The door was pushed open, a courtyard, a courtyard was passed by, and Ziqin's eyes reappeared in the courtyard where those barbarian men had died, and he stepped into this courtyard.

It was an apparently abandoned courtyard, with dead leaves piled up all over the ground and snakes crawling among the dead leaves.

Ziqin's eyes swept around, this courtyard was empty, and the ice silkworm that had killed a large group of people not long ago seemed to have disappeared.

Frowning slightly, Ziqin walked forward again, the courtyard passed, and there was another courtyard behind it, and the dead leaves on the ground seemed to be decreasing, and a few faint footprints appeared under those sparse dead leaves.

It seems to be inhabited.

Ding Lao Wei did not die in Shaolin more than a hundred years ago, and the Xingzhu faction was never exterminated.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Ziqin's mouth, the task of the Nakshatra faction was really not so simple, when he originally thought that the Nakaku faction had disappeared, Ziqin only thought that this task was just to re-establish the Nakatra faction, but now, Ziqin knew that the task was actually to seize the Nakshatra faction.

Capture.

Ziqin strode forward, walked out for a while, and finally, the dead leaves on the ground were almost invisible, and traces of human life were also revealed around him, Ziqin's footsteps stopped, and his perception spread out.

Finally, in this courtyard, Ziqin felt the breath of the creature, cold and slightly peaceful, cold and yin, cold and ......, these breaths are very many, but all of them are yin, but there is no yang.

These people who practice poison have already practiced themselves like those eunuchs in the palace, but the aura of the old eunuch with the long beard among the eunuchs is about to change.

Ziqin's figure straightened up, and directly entered the courtyard behind him from the wall.

A group of children were playing in the courtyard under the leadership of several women, but the props these people were playing with were hideous and terrifying poisons, and these people seemed to be frightened when they saw Ziqin suddenly jump into the courtyard.

Ziqin's eyebrows raised slightly, as if he didn't expect that this courtyard was full of women and children, his expression relaxed slightly, as if he wanted to go to other courtyards, however, at this time, two gray shadows suddenly emerged from the soles of his feet.

Although the courtyard here has no dead leaves, it is also extremely old, and the masonry on the ground has already taken on a deep black color, and at this moment, these two gray shadows suddenly burst out really unguarded.

No one could have imagined that the attack would come from their feet.

Ziqin didn't seem to expect that Ziqin's expression was also stunned when the gray shadow appeared under his feet, but his hand moved faster than his brain, and his person was still stunned, but his hand had naturally pulled out the Xuangang Sword and waved it.

With a few slight sounds, the two gray shadows were suddenly cut into seventeen or eighteen pieces and scattered on the ground, and Ziqin saw that these were actually two centipedes, dark gray and almost black centipedes.

It's not pleasant to take a bite of this thing.

Ziqin looked at the women and children who seemed to be frightened before, but at this time, he could see a faint disappointment in the eyes of these people.

It was the disappointment that the poison failed to succeed in the sneak attack.

Ziqin's eyes cooled, and the Xuangang Sword swung out again, falling under the frightened gazes of those women and children.

This is the only courtyard in Ziqin that is stunned, from this courtyard onwards, Ziqin will kill people when they encounter each courtyard, whether it is a man, a woman, an old man, or a child, until the last courtyard.

But suddenly there was a message in his head, and the system ignored his settings and did not appear only prompts.

"The side plot warns, the complete destruction of the disciples of the Nakshatra faction means that the side mission of the Nakshatra faction has failed, please choose carefully whether to continue to kill."

It turned out to be a hint that the task might fail.

Ziqin completely ignored this information, and walked up directly with the Xuangang Sword, wielding the Xuangang Sword to kill the last few Xingzhu Sect disciples.

"The failure of the side quest of the Nakshatra faction, the punishment for failure, the hostility of the Nakshatra disciples, you will be subjected to the hostility of the Nakshatra sect disciples, please be careful of every Nakshatra sect disciple."

"Congratulations on your single-handedly extermination of the Nakshatra Sect, your cult cult has greatly increased in prestige, and you will be more revered and feared."

Two messages in a row also jumped out directly, Ziqin still ignored them, and chose to close the two messages, Ziqin turned around and walked towards Mingjiao, he needed to confirm whether Mingjiao was still there.

After all, he still has to carry out the battlefield mission, people can have a surname, but they must not have a surname, the killing of the Xingzhu faction has made him find that the people he arranged in the Xingzhu Sea have died to vent his resentment, then, the battlefield mission still has to continue.

If Mingjiao was not there, he would need to go to the generals of the Southern Song Dynasty.

Maybe it's destined to be just a Jianghu guest, not a hero, if it's a hero, maybe the last few people won't be killed directly, as long as those people admit that he is the master of the Star Faction, and then find thirty or fifty people to join the Star Faction, the side quest will be completed.

That's the sane way to go.

The thought popped up in Ziqin's mind, and he laughed again.

The truth is this truth, but if you do it all over again, I'm afraid Ziqin will still do it, why do people live, not to live for the sake of living, people have to live happily.

The Xuangang Sword resisted wantonly on his shoulder, Ziqin strode towards the Tianshan Mountain, a killing, Ziqin's mood became miraculously cheerful.

Isn't it just to live a chic life if he is abducted and deceived to obtain martial arts cheats, if he calculates the gains and losses all the time, it is better to be a rich young master.

Mingjiao, if it can be protected, if it can't be protected, at most, follow the example of Guo Jing and later big and small martial arts with a sword, and kill Temujin and Tuo Lei and others.

He is a native of the rivers and lakes, why should he learn from those heroes, what those generals do to arrange troops, he is in the rivers and lakes, and all he relies on is the blade in his hand, but the martial arts on his body.

Even if he goes through all kinds of dangers, he can achieve the most effective victory in the battlefield mission is not to kill the head of the enemy army, one is not enough for two, if it is not enough, three, four, until the enemy is cold, then he can complete any battlefield mission.

The mood was very refreshing, Ziqin could feel the Nine Yin General Outline and Wuxiang Gong in his body echoing and growing together with every step he took, and vaguely he could even be silent to the Xuan Gong Essentials and the skin of the Yi Jin Sutra, the former assisted the Nine Yin General Outline and Wuxiang Gong to flow more freely, and the latter slowly increased his physique.

The head of the Ming Sect, the huge square and the last time Ziqin came, they were generally full of people, but this time they had to deal with it was different from Ziqin's one person, but this time it was five people.

The four messengers and the holy woman of the Persian Ming Sect.

At this time, Persian Mingjiao was not actually called Mingjiao, but Zoroastrianism, which was a sect that admired light.

He Ziqin's previous guess was generally the same, at this time, the Central Plains Mingjiao had lost all its masters because of several twists and turns, and the two envoys here, the four protectors, and the heads of the five major branches were just third-rate masters.

After several battles, these eleven people have been beaten miserably by the four Persian Mingjiao.

"It seems that the Central Plains Mingjiao has really fallen, and now you still oppose us joining the Central Plains Mingjiao, this may be the only chance for the Mingjiao to come back to life in the Central Plains."

Feng among the four envoys spoke lightly, but when he spoke, his eyes sneered at the large group of Ming Sect disciples on the top of the mountain.

There was silence on the top of the mountain, and everyone's eyes were on the wind, as if the teacher in the school asked a question, and everyone couldn't, so they were too scared to speak.

This scene made the wind laugh uncontrollably, and he got louder and louder, and finally almost laughed wildly.

The other three envoys and the Holy Maiden stood quietly behind the wind, as if they didn't even bother to make a sound, perhaps, in their eyes, the wind alone was enough to defeat the Central Plains Mingjiao rudder on the top of the mountain.

"The Central Plains Martial Arts is really empty, and the development of Mingjiao for thousands of years is so unbearable."

The wind easily stopped laughing, coldly glanced at the Ming Sect members on the top of the mountain, and slowly raised his steps and walked towards the main hall.

"You can't hold the rudder of the Central Plains, it's better to let it out."

With the footsteps of the wind, the other three messengers and the holy maiden also walked towards the main hall, and the Central Plains Ming Sect immediately stood in the middle and prepared to stop the five people.

"Big brother, send a signal, even if it is annexed by the Vulture Palace, it is better than being subjugated by people from the outer regions, after all, we are all from the Central Plains."

The left envoy of the Ming Sect looked at the right envoy's painful opening.

Originally, the Vulture Palace had long wanted to annex the Ming Sect, but earlier the Ming Sect was incomparable, and each of the sect leaders was a martial artist, and the Great Movement of the Cultivators, and the Northern Song Dynasty was even more colluded with the Western Xia, but the Tianshan Tong Grandma was also embarrassed by the Ming Sect, and then the Tong Grandma died without the slightest ambition, so the Ming Sect Mrs. Taiping and the Vulture Palace coexisted peacefully for more than a hundred years.

However, people will die eventually, and after the death of Xuzhu, the power of the Vulture Palace still fell into the hands of the Western Xia royal family, and the Western Xia royal family desperately hoped to be able to subdue the Ming Sect, but although the old sect leader of the Ming Sect was not high in martial arts, he was also a good person, and this matter has been dragged down.

And now it seems that it can't be dragged on.

At this time, it has been a hundred years since the founding of the Western Xia Dynasty, but it has already been an authentic Central Plains culture, so the left envoy has the words that he is still from the Central Plains, which is just not wanting to take refuge in foreign lands.

"Send a signal, if the Vulture Palace can't arrive in time, today is the day of our martyrdom."

A faint smile appeared on the corner of the right envoy's mouth, and he slowly sat down cross-legged, and the whole person sat at the gate of the main hall, if anyone wanted to go in unless they stepped over him.

The left envoy made a gesture towards the back, and also sat down with difficulty leaning against the right envoy.

The four Dharma protectors, the heads of the five departments sat down cross-legged behind the two, and on the top of the mountain, more and more Mingjiao disciples sat down cross-legged, and these people made flames on their chests.

Although Manichaeism came to the East through Persia, Manichaeism in Persia has degenerated in the past thousands of years, and the posture of martyrdom of countless believers has not appeared for an unknown amount of time.

The four messengers of wind and clouds, thunder and lightning and the holy maiden seemed to be slightly moved, but after being moved, Feng's face was even more sarcastic.

"Pray, it's ridiculous to want to return to the kingdom of light after death."

Feng pursed his lips disdainfully, and suddenly took a step forward and kicked vigorously on the chest of a Mingjiao disciple, accompanied by a crisp bone cracking sound, and the body of this Mingjiao disciple suddenly withered.

However, even though it seemed that the whole person had shrunk, this Ming Sect disciple's hand still tried to keep it in the shape of a flame, and his body was slightly tilted to the side, and the gliner in his eyes had disappeared.

This person was already dead, but even death did not make the 'flame' in his hand disappear.

"Burn my body, the flame is blazing, what joy is life, and what is the pain of death............"

As this disciple fell, the right envoy suddenly whispered in his mouth, this voice was very low at first, but from the second sentence onwards, every Mingjiao disciple on the entire mountain top had already recited this sentence, and in an instant, the entire mountain top resounded with this voice.

"These people have turned their backs on God, and listen to what they say."

A sneer appeared at the corner of Feng's mouth, and he spoke with displeasure, but behind him, a trace of horror had flashed on the saint's face.

In the sky, a flame spread, although it was broad daylight, but this fireworks were extremely dazzling, I am afraid that they could be seen clearly from ten miles and eight miles away.

"These bastards are actually looking for help."

The sound of the wind grew colder and colder, and suddenly he stopped moving forward, but turned and headed towards the mountain pass.

"Thunderbolt, you take the Holy Maiden to get the Holy Fire Order and the Great Movement of Qiankun, and I will meet the masters of the Central Plains for a while, and these reinforcements from the Central Plains Ming Sect who have apostated."

As he spoke, Feng was already standing at the entrance of the mountain pass, and a tall and thin man among the other four people also reflexively walked to Feng's side, and the two of them blocked the mountain pass like a fence.

At the foot of the mountain, Ziqin suddenly saw the fireworks in the air of the Mingjiao rudder, and a faint suspicion flashed in Ziqin's eyes.

The fireworks in broad daylight are naturally asking for help, and from this Ziqin can guess that Mingjiao is indeed in trouble, but Ziqin doesn't know that Mingjiao still has reinforcements, but he doesn't seem to know about it.

At this time, it seems that the Ming Sect should also be presided over by Lu Guanying, could it be that Jin Forty-two has already rushed to the gate.

Ziqin thought about it like this, but his steps became faster.

Although the road from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain is not short, the distance of Yi Ziqin's footsteps is only half a pillar of incense, and soon Ziqin is close to the top of the mountain, and at the same time, the voice on the top of the mountain comes into Ziqin's ears.

Ziqin's body trembled suddenly, his state of mind was already complete at this stage, and it stands to reason that it is impossible to move anything, but when he heard that life is happy and death, and when he heard that joy and sorrow are all returned to dust, Ziqin suddenly moved in his heart for some reason, and the whole person seemed to be touched by these words.

There are many kinds of epiphanies, many times a sentence, a song, many times even just a fallen leaf, a drop of water.

And the effect of epiphany is different many times, and it is not necessarily permanent, but after Ziqin touched it, he only felt that the whole person was relaxed for a while, and his brain was clear.

Even his steps seemed to be a little brisk, and he had reached the top of the mountain in only two or three steps.

However, at this moment when Ziqin was extremely happy, a fierce energy suddenly appeared from the top of the mountain and slashed down fiercely at Ziqin's brain.

This blow is wonderful in both time and angle, and it happened to be the time when Ziqin's old power went to the new force, but Ziqin no longer had the slightest way to resist it.

However, at this time, Ziqin's body took another strange turn, and it turned and moved from mid-air to nowhere to borrow.

(To be continued)