Chaosheng Pavilion is separated from the blue sea by nine thousand miles, and even ordinary Taoists can come in half a day.

But between these two places, there are few Taoists who travel in the sky, even if they go around 9,000 miles, they will never set foot on this sea area.

And the people who are above the blue sea are nothing more than two kinds of people.

The down-and-out who fled for their lives had no choice but to do so!

Obey the order to chase and kill, as a last resort!

Xiao Wendao is a down-and-out person who "escaped", his body is like a passing wind and lightning, but he also knows that if he is half a breath slow, his life is in danger.

If you are worried, you will be worried, and if you run, you will run.

And the sword he stabbed Li Tai'a made his heart a little more dripping, and now is the time to wake up.

A pale light struck out towards Xiao Wendao, and his eyes moved to look at the person in front of him who was only a thousand feet away.

"Master of the Academy. Xiao asked, Ling Kong looked at the plain white robe, and exhaled lightly.

Cao Qinghang looked at Xiao with his hands behind his back and asked, frowning and said, "You and I intersect, and I am the corpse collector." If you die in the mouth of that thing at the bottom of the sea, I can't bear it. ”

"Collect the body. Xiao asked and sighed lightly.

The seventy-two sword slaves of the Chaosheng Pavilion had already sat Xiao Wendao in the center, and the sea under everyone was calm like a bronze mirror, reflecting the reflection of everyone.

"Actually, this is the real Chaosheng Pavilion. Cao Qinghang shouted indifferently.

Xiao asked, the corners of his mouth moved, looked at Cao Qinghang's pupils like snow spiders, and said, "True or false, you think this is my burial ground." ”

But Cao Qinghang turned a deaf ear to Xiao Qinghang's words, and continued: "It's just that later, a behemoth came to eat the Divine Gate Immortal Peak of Chaosheng Pavilion, drank the Daomen Xuandi of Taichu Courtyard, and forcibly drove Tai'a Holy Ancestor to a corner. ”

Listening to Cao Qinghang's words, Xiao asked and suddenly understood why Li Tai'a was cultivating in this remote corner.

"This thing at the bottom of the sea is called Futian. As soon as Cao Qinghang said a word, his pupils shrank.

"It has something to do with the Futian clan. Xiao asked.

Cao Qinghang raised his eyes and said in a deep voice: "He····· It is the ancestor of the Futian clan. ”

Xiao Wendao listened to what Cao Qinghang said, his heart was full of ecstasy, looking at the blue sea under his feet, just like looking at Nalan Dieyi who was smiling like a flower.

"There is salvation... There is salvation. Xiao asked, muttering softly, and with the sword of the question, he was about to enter the blue sea.

The tip of the sword pierced the sea, but it was difficult to penetrate the sword of the Dao, the sea surface was like fluorite, even if Xiao Wendao used seven points of cultivation, it was only half an inch into it.

"I said... This is where the real sect of Chaosheng Pavilion lies. Cao Qinghang looked at Xiao and asked.

So what. Xiao asked, exhaling.

"The Holy Ancestor used the Chaosheng Holy Pavilion to suppress the Heavenly Soul Demon, and suppressed the soul with his own body for ten thousand years. He is not without chivalry, nor is he weak and immortal. He can't break the void, and he can't leave this ten thousand miles. If the Futian Soul Demon sees the light of day again, there will be only one immortal life. Cao Qinghang spoke eloquently, and his words were loud.

Xiao Wendao listened to what Cao Qinghang said, and the half-inch sword tip that pierced into the blue sea was pulled out.

He remembered that Daozu once said in the Taoist Sutra that good and evil are the same thing, let alone good and evil.

It's just that such a Li Tai'a let Xiao ask and shook his head, and used Chaosheng Pavilion to suppress the Futian Soul Demon. And this guard is tens of thousands of years.

Presumably, Mrs. Li asked Xiao to ask the sword that pierced through his heart, I am afraid that Mrs. Li has been lonely for a long time, and she has been lonely for a long time.

"But you're still going to die. After Cao Qinghang said this, he turned to look at the dog like a white cloud.

The blue sea under his feet was like boiling water, and he saw a cloud of water rising under the feet of the seventy-two sword slaves of Chaosheng Pavilion.

"Formation. The person who led the sword slave put the fairy sword in his hand at the center of his eyebrows.

Xiao Dao stood with his sword struck, just like a Taoist who could break through life and death, he turned his head to look at the emptiness, and said, "Run." ”

There was a bit of cunning in the empty fox pupils, just like when Xiao Wendao first met her, that cunning never changed.

The sword array has risen, and the wind is roaring.

The empty fox pupils glowed with a demonic inch, and I saw a golden lotus the size of a fingernail on her forehead, baring her sharp teeth, heading towards the seventy-two sword slaves.

"Cangshan bears snow. The head of the sword slave moved in his mouth.

The sword in the hand of the seventy-two pavilion slaves turned into a fluttering snow light, and Xiao asked, his eyes were full of brilliance, but he moved his sword.

"A Sword King's Landing. Xiao asked, the Rulai sword heart above his eyebrows, glowing with gold.

The seventy-two pavilion slaves looked at Xiao and asked for a hard time to take this type of sword formation, although these pavilion slaves were expressionless, like an ancient well mirror.

But the emotion in their eyes can be drawn by anyone.

Xiao asked, a streak of blood hung from the corner of his mouth, dripping on the already red bloody clothes, and his blood melted with the blood of Nalan Dieyi.

It was as if he saw two snowflakes in his eyes, falling to the ground and turning into a puddle of water, merging into one.

With this blow, seventy percent of his cultivation was exhausted!

"With the clouds... See him off. Cao Qinghang exhaled and looked at the slanting sun with his hands behind his back.

Xiao Wendao squinted at Cao Qinghang's back, but the Daodao sword in his hand was three points heavier. The sky was around him, and the pink coat was like a blazing sun.

Suddenly, Xiao Wenwen grabbed the empty space and threw it towards the Taichu Courtyard, smashing through the sunset clouds in the sky.

In the empty fox pupils, Xiao asked's figure was reflected. But in a moment, the void disappeared beyond the sky.

This throw, and used up two points of cultivation.

Xiao asked, the volley emanating from the cloak was above the blue sea, but the mad pride in his eyes did not fade at all, and he raised his sword...

"The clouds are blowing. ”

The blue clouds in the sky were like mist, and they were shaken down one by one, falling all around them.

This type of sword formation is the movement of heaven and earth!

The clouds are full of green pine trees, even if the autumn wind is helpless.

Autumn wind.

Perfect for a send-off.

Ten thousand swords pressed on Xiao Wendao's body, but Xiao Wendao's upright back was motionless, proudly stopping in mid-air.

"Chaosheng Pavilion has three types of sword formations, but you took two types. Cao Qinghang looked at the seriously injured Xiao with his hands behind his back and asked.

The breeze was blowing, and Xiao asked's white hair covering half of his face, and when he raised his head again, there was no blood on the corners of his mouth.

Cao Qinghang looked at Xiao Wendao's face changed greatly, and saw that Xiao Wendao's eyes were glowing with three pupils, which were the "Golden Immortal Eyes".

"Use the tide to make a sword. Cao Qinghang moved loudly.

Mrs. Li, who was thousands of miles away, noticed the movement in this place, and her brows were as if they were small pimples.

Xiao asked... Xiao asked... Xiao asked. Mrs. Li muttered the name of Xiao Qian's question three times.

"It shouldn't... Shouldn't... Shouldn't. ”

Mrs. Li shook her head, her face was full of remorse, she was originally a fairy figure with a gentle breeze, but at this time she was like a child who had been robbed of candy.

Ten thousand swords move, life and death are a thought.

The tip of Cao Qinghang's nose moved a few times, and he said, "Taiping poison." ”

A drop of peace, forever rested.