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However, at this moment, the knife came out of its sheath, and blue mist rose from all directions of heaven and earth, surging towards the blade, and after that, it gathered into a blade, faint blue light, exuding a terrifying killing aura. Heartless, although there is no blade, but at this time, the sword qi is condensed, and the edge is undiminished.

Jiang An...... Has he successfully reached the ancient capital of Haolian? Qiu Feng flicked his sleeves and extinguished all the mist at the blade, and the corners of his lips immediately hooked up a hint of a smile, stroked the small fan, and said meaningfully, "Divine envoy, it seems that your movements are much faster than I imagined!" ”

On the man's handsome face, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and the corners of his lips raised slightly, "It's time to act, God's Messenger, you, don't let everyone down!" Haha......"

A long laugh, slightly weird, came from this quiet frost red house, a little out of place.

Under the Inabat Desert, 3,000 feet below. The mysterious space is located - called Haolian Ancient Capital.

There are only days and nights, and there are no four seasons. In fact, most of its residents, most of them have extraordinary spiritual power, and each person has different hobbies, just four seasons, those with strong spiritual power, only one hand illusion, if you want to forcibly distinguish, it is really not very meaningful. Although the scenery is easy to transform, the biological clock formed over thousands of years has to go to bed at night, so the distinction between day and night is still necessary.

Haolian Ancient Capital, Gu'er Mountain, Blue Pavilion.

Although this mountain is called the residence of the Phantom King, the Phantom King never shows up unless it is urgently necessary. Even Lou Xiaoxiao, who has been with her for ten years, her favorite disciple, has seen her master only a handful of times in a year. Therefore, in the past ten years, the Phantom King has never taught Lou Xiaoxiao many spells, most of the time, she is left alone in the Blue Pavilion, reading various classics, and the techniques she has learned are very good. It's a good idea, it's not good, it's a miscellaneous, and the Phantom King doesn't ask about it, just occasionally, and plays a role in answering questions.

Gu'er Mountain Xianqi Cave.

It's called Xianqi, but in fact, there are really immortals living here. Not really, to be exact, it should have been inhabited. After all, after the Battle of Haitian 20,000 years ago, the gods were silent. In addition to the two disciples of the Creation God, the Phantom King and the God of War, the gods. Even the last trace of the pulse is gone.

Xianqi Cave, that is the most desolate place in Gu'er Mountain, from the entrance of the cave, extends for hundreds of miles, and is surrounded by a piece of scorched earth. There is no grass, and there is no trace of birds. The cave was dark and damp, with several sword scratches on the walls, and it was old enough to be covered with blue, foam-spitting wriggling creatures. I can't tell whether it's an animal or a plant, and it looks creepy. There was silence all around. Occasionally, a few drips of water could be heard, hitting the mossy bluestone floor, condensing a few empty echoes. The cold breath penetrated from all directions, almost seeping into the bone marrow. Eat and bite the human body into powder. This...... It is the place where the immortals once lived. The bones of the creator god Zhichen are buried.

The Phantom King sat on a lotus platform, which was slightly dry. Her eyes closed slightly, and the cold atmosphere around her invaded, and she still couldn't get into the old lady's heart. She sat there quietly, and there was no expression on her old face. In front of him stood a magnificent black and white stone, the top of which stretched upward, about 3,000 zhang long, until it reached the Yuehua Continent, the center of the barren Inabat Desert. What desert, what sea water, in fact, there is nothing there, just a black and white divine stone, desert, sea water, is just an illusion laid by the ancestor of illusion to prevent the invasion of the people of Yuehua.

That black and white divine stone, to put it bluntly, has another name, Tissot Passage. The only passage connecting the ancient capital of Haolian and the two realms of the Yuehua Continent.

The Tissot passage is also a realm, or a corpse, a seal. At the entrance of the passage, there are four places, one for the Demon Clan, one for the Water Clan, and one for the Dragon Clan's King Tomb, and the last place for the rest is here, the Xianqi Cave of Gu'er Mountain. The four entrances, which finally overlap each other, and finally connect Yuehua and Haolian Ancient Capital, are this black and white divine stone, the body of Zhichen, the god of creation, who devoted his life's work to his deathbed, and the seal.

20,000 years ago, the Phantom King received the master's will, and sat here, guarding the last seal day and night, waiting for the legendary catastrophe 20,000 years later. Death is not terrible...... Waiting for death is terrible.

The Phantom King closed his eyes, his withered lips closed one by one, word by word, and muttered to the heavens, "Master, the disciple has been guarding the seal for 20,000 years under your orders, I hope that the heavens will have mercy and be protected by you, so that the world you have created can survive this catastrophe!" ”

The hoarse prayer echoed in the fairy cave, the protection of the gods? Nothing could be heard, nothing could be heard, nothing could be heard, except for a few empty echoes...... It is useless to pray to God and worship Buddha, and everything should be created and protected by yourself.

Oracle...... The old man's snow-white eyebrows moved a few times, and he accepted the divine envoy as a disciple and temporarily placed it in the Blue Pavilion, which could be safe, but it was just ...... If the divine envoy is really the inheritor of the power of the creator god, what is the awakening time of this power, as well as the conditions and methods of inheritance? I really don't know anything about it! Thinking of this, the Phantom King's calm mind was like a pool of green water, and someone threw a sharp stone, swinging a circle of ripples. The Ancestor of Illusion didn't feel that he frowned a little at this time.

And she didn't know that the divine envoy who had been entrusted with great responsibility by herself and everyone was sitting in the small bamboo building this time, with an overwhelming yellowed ancient book on his side, holding these dossier spells, his face was gray, and his eyes were dull. And...... Lives are in danger.

Jiang An sat in the bamboo building in a daze, the stars outside the window were shifting, and the day was coming to an end. He wandered through this vast dossier many times, and his wrists were numb from the long time he tossed. There is no result, a day's rush can only be summed up in these four words, looking at the book, it is not said to be a way to break the enchantment, and not even a familiar character has been encountered.

A layman, how can he be a layman!

Jiang An sat stunned, a little depressed, "Hehe, it's all waste!" With a sneer, the dry scroll took off his hand and smashed into the corner, making a soft noise, and he closed his eyes and leaned against the bookshelf.

The belly was untimely and hungry and gurgling. "Really...... Bad luck! Jiang An raised his hand and held it, looked around, and gritted his teeth. In my heart, I cursed the witch a thousand times.

Looking up, a few remnant spiders had nothing to do with themselves, they were still vicious, moving towards a desperately struggling moth, little by little, the killing intent was fully revealed. This is the end of life...... At this time, Jiang An helplessly felt that he was a moth in this net, struggling desperately, and the unstoppable aura of death still invaded his bone marrow little by little.

Hungry in his stomach, his eyes were a little dizzy, and in his weakness, he looked around, and his gaze fell on a scroll.

This scroll ...... Jiang An's heart chuckled, and his gaze became particularly solemn, here and now, the crumbling ancient bookshelf, the scrolls piled up on it were all broken, and only this one was the ...... In this inconspicuous corner, it is as impressive as new and spotless.

"This is ......" his heart moved for half a minute, and a voice in his head shouted, among them, there must be something strange! Even if it's not a chance, at the very least, someone moves it often......

In that case...... Jiang Anhu was suspicious, took off the scroll, and unfolded it nervously, and at first glance saw a golden light rushing into the clouds, and half of Jiang An's face was also red at this time. He frowned, only feeling a pain in his hand, but he still gritted his teeth and held back, not throwing the scroll away.

The golden characters on the scroll are densely packed, and they are still symbols that he has never met, which makes Jiang An still helpless, but at this time, those golden words are spinning and spinning at a speed that he can see with his naked eyes...... The faster you turn, the faster you turn. Jiang An's heart suddenly sprouted a sense of familiarity. Such a sight, as if seen somewhere, is just ...... Where? No matter how much I search, I still can't find any clues. When he hesitated, the golden words on the scroll had already condensed into a huge point of light, covering the entire scroll, and finally in a moment, it suddenly condensed into a point of light, like a sharp sword, hitting Jiang An's eyebrows.

The scroll in his hand fell to the ground suddenly, and the burning pain from his eyebrows made him can't help but bend down.

"Scroll of Heaven...... The scroll of heaven ......" Jiang An turned sideways, slammed a bookshelf to the ground, staggered, and let out such a shout from his mouth.

What is the Scroll of Heaven? Even he didn't know why he was talking so nonsense. Let's think it's gibberish!

Pain...... The pain that invaded the bone marrow...... Heartbreaking, but it doesn't seem to come from the wound between the eyebrows, but ...... Jiang An bent down and closed his eyes, the corners of his eyes were a little wet, as if something was pouring out. This kind of pain seems to come from the depths of his heart, the pain, a touch of blood, just like the day ten years ago, the day when the Dust Night Valley was destroyed. The masked woman in red, the woman in red that he had used all means to find for many years, and even the woman in red that he had gradually forgotten, appeared clearly in front of him at this moment.

"I ......" almost gritted his teeth, but he couldn't say a word.

The scene in front of me, like a memory that had been discarded by myself for a long time, was finally uncovered, and the petals were pieced together, gradually condensed into a complete picture.

Above the Canglong field, thunder and lightning are dense, and stones and sand are flying. The Heavenly Tribulation Knife Light carried boundless lightning, and roared towards the man in green clothes in front of him, he smirked, the blue blade in his hand turned lightly, and in his eyebrows, the blue cold light flashed.

In the distance, a woman dressed in red ran barefoot, a tear flowing down from the silver mask, and she fluttered like a butterfly, galloping towards the ancient battlefield.

The sword light was cold, and the catastrophe flew up, and it was a killing blow that hit the woman's waist. The two of them who were fighting opened their mouths wide and let out a heart-rending cry in an instant. She was dying, unable to lean into the arms of the man in Tsing Yi, infinite affection between her eyebrows and eyes, and the blade between her sleeves turned out, but it was not biased or oblique, and pierced into the man's chest.

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