Five hundred years later, they finally met again.

At the beginning, the old madman went crazy and left, Wei Yi was worried, and he couldn't get out because of the ruins of the Tianxuan Holy Land.

Now, he has come back on his own and regained his senses, which really couldn't be better.

The two brothers hugged each other tightly and experienced the last feelings!

They are not only the same family, but also relatives who grew up together!

Drops of crystal tears passed through the old madman's eyes, and tears spilled into the sky, shining in the sun.

Syllable!

After a long time, the old madman wiped a handful of tears from his face and pushed Wei Yi away.

"Senior brother." Capturing the expression on the old madman's face, Wei Yi felt uneasy for no reason and called.

"Senior brother, it's time for me to go!" The old madman said freely, "The current Tianxuan Holy Land is not the Tianxuan Holy Land that I am familiar with. ”

"Senior brother!" Wei Yi shouted in disbelief.

The old madman waved his hand and said, "Why do you have to be such a little child, it's not that there will be no chance to meet in the future!" ”

Swish!

Speaking of this, the old madman raised his head sharply and stared at the sky suspended in the sky, his eyes were extremely complicated.

"Ming Xiaoyang, you help me regain my senses, I will take this feeling. But I will never forgive you for your betrayal! ”

"Sooner or later, I'll kill you!"

The voice was the sound of Jin Ge, echoing in the Tianxuan Holy Land.

Hearing the old madman say this, countless people had a deep doubt in their hearts.

Why, the old madman would accuse Ming Xiaoyang of being a traitor? Could it be that there are some things that happened between this Tianxuan Holy Son and his uncle that we don't know?

"Okay, Uncle Shi, I'm waiting for the day when you come to kill me, I hope you won't let me wait too long!"

From beginning to end, Ming Xiaoyang never appeared, but he grasped everything in the Tianxuan Holy Land and did not give the old madman a chance.

Yoyo's words came out of the sky, announcing that he had taken over his uncle's war letter!

"Humph!" The old madman snorted coldly, his expression was cold, "Ming Xiaoyang, your self-confidence is the cause of your death." ”

Before the words fell, he stepped on the Tianxuan footwork, stepped on the Tianxuan footwork, jumped over the ubiquitous formation patterns of the Tianxuan Holy Land, and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, leaving a magnificent back in vain!

"Senior brother!" Seeing the old madman leave again, Wei Yi instinctively wanted to chase him out, but his feet moved slightly, but he stopped and called out from afar.

Sou!

A gust of wind blew and rolled the placket of the garment.

Looking at the old madman who left mercilessly, and then at Wei Yi who stayed in place and was alone, countless people's hearts were flooded with the same thought:

An era, it's over!

From now on, the history of the three heroes of Tianxuan has completely become a thing of the past. A new era will be created by Ming Xiaoyang!

………………

The arrival and departure of the former Tianxuan Three Heroes, and now the arrival and departure of the old madman wandering in the cultivation world, is just a small episode for this feast.

After the disciples of the Tianxuan Holy Land cleaned up briefly, the banquet to celebrate Ming Xiaoyang becoming the Holy Lord of Tianxuan continued to be held.

As for the innocent and tragic deaths, most of them are unconcerned casual cultivators, and there are people who will collect their bones.

A feast lasted for three days and three nights.

In the most important Tianque of Tianxuan Holy Land, after enjoying the immortal banquet, Ming Xiaoyang, as a saint in the world, preached to everyone.

Everyone's way is different, the way of Ming Xiaoyang, only in the word leisure, everything is not taken to heart.

This kind of path is naturally not in the taste of others, but it can still gain a little bit by touching the class.

The saint preached, the mouth was full of lotus flowers, the earth was gushing with springs, and the mysterious breath flowed, echoing up and down the Tianxuan Holy Land.

Whether it is the people of the Tianxuan Holy Land or the people who came to participate in this ceremony, they are all fascinated.

After three days and three nights, Ming Xiaoyang still stopped preaching.

People of all forces, listening to the sermon of a saint, gained a lot, and left one after another.

Especially the great powers, they have even touched a few points of the realm of the Immortal Three Slashing Dao!

Li Ming and others led the crowd to send everyone away!

Call!

Seeing that all forces were leaving, the Tianxuan Holy Land secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's finally over!

From now on, the Tianxuan Holy Land will no longer be fat in the eyes of the world, but a holy land that will stand up again!

The tragedy of 500 years ago has come to an end!

………………

Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!

At night, in the very center of the Tianxuan Holy Land, the room was magnificent, beautiful, delicate and a little solemn.

Carved with thousand-year-old black jade, it becomes the body of the piano, and then the silk woven by the demon silkworm is inlaid on it and becomes a delicate string.

Ming Xiaoyang, who was wearing a seven-star purple and gold crown and a dragon-patterned brocade robe, sat on the throne symbolizing the identity of the Holy Lord.

Ten slender fingers plucked, and the ethereal sound of the piano like a spring water played.

Everywhere the sound of the piano reached, countless disciples of the Tianxuan Holy Land who had relaxed couldn't help but feel ethereal and fell asleep.

The bright silver moonlight outside the temple gate was stimulated by the sound of the piano and retreated.

The formless and qualitative moonlight, in front of the sound of Ming Xiaoyang's qin, also retreated, which shows the ability of this saint in the world!

The beautiful sound of the piano exudes a heartfelt sadness, as if there is such a person, walking in the starry sky of the universe, but can never find the slightest peace.

Ding dong!

The last note came out and reverberated through the heavens and the earth, announcing the end of the song.

Ming Xiaoyang pressed his hands on the guqin in front of him and sighed leisurely.

"How ridiculous the red dust is, how ridiculous the world is!"

"The Tianxuan Holy Land has been preserved, and the next thing is the battle five hundred years later. In this battle, this holy lord has the victory in his hands, and he is confident that he will never lose! ”

"Then, you can leave this hellish place and entrust everything to Providence!"

"Hehehehe." Low, terrible laughter echoed through the hall, and nothing escaped at all.

At this moment, Ming Xiaoyang, who has always given people a cynical and frivolous impression, has a gloomy and extremely terrifying expression.

In the deepest part of his eyes, a trace of fighting spirit is ejected!

Incarnate as the Heavenly Dao?

He wanted to give it a try and see if he could slaughter Dao!

………………

Yaochi Holy Land, an elegant palace!

"What?" The contemporary Yaochi Holy Maiden heard the words from her master's mouth, and her starry eyes widened.

"Master, you're not joking with me, are you?"

The graceful and luxurious, dignified and gorgeous Queen Mother of the West stroked her child's soft black hair with one hand and comforted: "How can the teacher joke with you with such a thing? ”

"A dowry of immortal medicine?" The Holy Maiden Cherry of Yaochi opened her mouth wide, almost unable to believe her ears.

That guy actually made a deal with his mentor to exchange an immortal elixir for himself.

For a while, the Holy Maiden of Yaochi Mingyun didn't know how to evaluate it, and in the deepest part of her heart, a trace of unpredictable joy rose!

At least, there was a glimmer of hope!

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