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After getting away from the team, I also gradually slowed down, although I was still very excited about the white fox's answer just now, but soon I also slowly suppressed this excitement, now is not the time, the sword of Damocles hanging on my head has not yet fallen, unless I defeat the Peach Valley Holy Son and step into the Immortal Emperor Realm, this is the most important thing, after all, if even my life is gone, it is just torturing Bai Liuli.

I exhaled softly and set out on a journey to find myself.

The sun sets, the flowers bloom, along the way, I saw a lot of loose cultivation, these scattered cultivation has nothing to do with the dispute of the Holy Land, they came here, not for the Holy Land ranking, the reason why they came here is completely because this is the cemetery of the immortals, there is a magic pill, the last empowerment, but they are just fish and meat in the eyes of those disciples of the Holy Land, I have seen a lot of loose cultivation these days, and the scattered cultivation of the Demon Pill that has been accumulated for a long time was finally plundered by the disciples of the Holy Land.

What's more, these scattered cultivators will be directly killed.

Even I was stared at a few times, but after seeing my strength, most of them chose to retreat.

This is a place where the law of the jungle eats the strong, although I have seen it through it a long time ago, but now I see it with my own eyes, but it is a different state of mind and understanding.

If you are not strong enough, you can only become a stepping stone for the strong.

If you are not a king, you can only be a slave.

If you don't want to be a slave, you can only grit your teeth and climb up!

I don't know how long I walked, but I suddenly felt very tired, and that tiredness was not physical tiredness, but a spiritual tiredness.

I don't know why I feel this way, but I can vaguely smell a fragrance, a fragrance that comes from the depths of my soul.

Yes, Michika!

My eyes began to become confused, and it was at this moment that a voice slowly sounded, "Do you want to see my Tao?" ”

"Qingluan senior?" I was stunned for a moment.

"This is the life I was fortunate enough to spend under the Bodhi tree, and it is precisely because of this life that I can break through the Immortal Emperor Realm, do you want to?" Qingluan Immortal Emperor's voice sounded again.

What I wonder is that the Qingluan Immortal Emperor is still alive.

At this moment, the Qingluan Immortal Emperor spoke, "I can live because of someone's affection." ”

"What do you mean?" I was stunned.

"You'll naturally know it later, so, are you ready?" Qingluan Immortal Emperor spoke.

Although I had a lot of doubts in my heart, I still nodded and said, "Thank you for your advice!" ”

"I don't know how long you'll wake up from this dream." Qingluan Immortal Emperor spoke.

"That's better than not having a clue at all!" I smiled bitterly.

"So, here I go!" Qingluan Immortal Emperor laughed.

In an instant, countless memories ran through my memory, my eyes began to blur, and gradually some messy memories slowly sorted out, who am I?

A sea?

Am I a little lost?

The darkness in front of you is fragmented, constantly interspersed with strange images, and the light is strange!

I felt as if I had arrived in some unknown place, where it seemed to be the ancient times of the earth, but it seemed to be another world, and I began to wander.

Shangyunling, Mengu Town.

The town is adjacent to the official road and waterway, and there is a big wharf, so it is also a relatively wealthy town in Shangyunling, and naturally, most of the strong men in the town have pressed their hopes of livelihood on the wharf.

The full-fledged scholar gave this big wharf a nice name, called Bishui Bay, because from the riverside Wangjiang Tower, it is the green water river raft like ants, the willow trees on the shore of the blue waves condense smoke, but it is not too much to call Bishui Baybo.

However, more boatmen who don't understand poetry, slender men, and these rough people still have a name for the dock they rely on for survival, called Blackwater Port, because the trading on the side of this pier is really to get black water from this blue wave.

In fact, the black water port is not dark at all, the turquoise water often rolls on the water surface that is not very urgent, and in the summer, there are also lotus flowers floating out of the river to the harbor, these men who are tanned by the scorching sun will also give a knowing smile, and those literati and scholars who look at the river upstairs generally appreciate the lotus, but one side looks at the Jinxiu Lake full of lotuses, and the other side looks at the lonely lotus flowers in the seemingly calm river.

It is only at this time that these tired slender men will stop and breathe, and at the same time rest, so that the sore muscles can burst out with greater strength.

In the evening, when the day's work is over, these men will take off their essence at the exclamation of the girls in the painting boat by the river, and jump into the river to wash away the fatigue of the whole day.

For the "white soft dough" girls who can only press once after working hard for more than half a year in these painting boats, the men often have a strange psychology that they can't eat and have to flirt, at least the black big play under Lao Tzu is easier to satisfy your group of prodigal girls than those wine-colored hollowed-out boys!

When the sun fell, the painting boats by the river began to slowly become lively, but the wharf at night was much quieter, and the slender men and laborers all returned with a day's wages, and after a day of labor, the fishy smell was overflowing, and the small fishing boats densely scattered with fish scales were drifting in the waves of the rising tide.

After almost everyone had faded, a beggar dressed in black ragged linen clothes with a sour smell all over his body stood up, touched his somewhat shriveled belly, looked at the more than thirty dollars in the bowl, and sneered.

It wasn't until the moment he stood up that the beggar's blank eyes had a glimmer of light.

The wharf is an extremely oily place for beggars, although most of the slender men, laborers, boatmen, and fishermen here are poor ghosts with empty pockets, but there are also many businessmen and big bosses in the past, and beggars naturally want to gather here, and this beggar is also one of the many beggars on this wharf.

The beggar patted his butt numbly, and the river wind blew away the smell of sweat all over his body, and when he felt that his butt was almost clean, he twisted his butt and walked out of the dock, stepping onto the smooth and shiny gravel road that had been trodden on.

The beggar is called Yihai, he is naturally not a beggar himself, he is Shang Yunling's first killer, when he comes here, he has only one goal, that is, to kill Shang Yunling's first greed, Wang Ze!

And in the past few days of observation, Yihai also figured out Wang Ze's course of action, every time after dark, Wang Ze would go to the flower boat in the river alone, when he was happy with the girls, he could not let his men stay by his side, so this was the best time to kill him.

The reason why Yihai wanted to kill Wang Ze was because his whole family died at the hands of Wang Ze, and the family fell into the name of a corrupt official and beheaded all over the house!

Change into a tight black suit in an alley, and when you reappear, your eyes will be full of murderous intent!

The moonlight shone on his back, and every step he took seemed to be able to drip blood!

The moon is like a hook, as if it can be stained with blood.

Yihai's gaze also seemed more and more cold under the moonlight.

Yihai moved to the shore and wiped the mud off his face with clean lake water, and a clean and white face that looked a little cold and murderous was washed out by the lake water. Stepping out of his leg and walking into the lake, the lake water only reached his knees before stopping, this is the realm that can only be achieved by training his internal strength to the limit, and the masters of the entire Shang Yunling who can reach this level are no more than five fingers. And there is one on the shore of this Blackwater Harbor.

And the goal of this strong man is to kill Wang Ze! This is the culprit who ruined his family and couldn't retain his innocence even after his death.

One leg ran towards the flower boat in the center of the lake, and in the night light, no one could see the vigorous posture of the sea. If you are close, you can hear the sound of water waves, and if you are a little farther away, the subtle sound will be covered by the waves!

Soon, Yihai ran to the side of the flower boat, hooked his hand into a claw, grabbed it on the board, splashed the sawdust, and Yihai climbed up from the side of the flower boat.

The movements are fast, and with that black dress, it is like an agile spider!