Chapter 222: Tribulation

Wenren Lixue saw this magnificent scene of flowers and the sun and moon for the first time, and she felt at home for the first time, so she became more and more fascinated to look at the snow-capped mountains and Yuanhai in the distance, as well as the sparkling sea. m.

Li Changfeng began to practice at the age of fourteen, and at the age of nineteen, he broke through the saint and entered the God King, which may not be the last in the cultivation world, but it must be unprecedented.

If it is said that he was a demon after three years of sainthood, then now he has broken through the saint and entered the god king in five years, which is a miracle.

Li Changfeng looked at the beautiful flowers all over the ground, and suddenly muttered, "It's still not enough." ”

Wenren Lixue retracted his gaze and wondered, "What's not enough?"

Li Changfeng said: "It's not big enough. ”

Xie Hong's makeup looked at the endless Yuan Hai and said, "But now it's already very big here." ”

Li Changfeng looked at Li Chang'an in his arms, teased his nose and provoked Chang'an to clench his fists, he said calmly: "No, it's not big enough, I want to create a world for Chang'an." ”

Everyone was stunned.

A light rain fell in the middle of Nanyue, and the empty drizzle slid down from the sky, and then draped over the dense forest, falling down along the veins, and gradually became louder and louder.

Mushrooms begin to multiply in large numbers by the drizzle.

There is still the sound of reading aloud in Nanshan Academy, drifting away in the wind and rain.

Father Pu, who was grazing with green cows tied to the gate of Nanshan Academy, suddenly saw some people walking slowly on the muddy mountain road outside the academy.

Walking in the front was a middle-aged man in a brocade robe and an old man in messy clothes, followed by a dense group of sword-wielding disciples, dressed in white, mighty.

Daddy Park hurriedly put down the broom in his hand and shouted as he ran: "Come on, come on!"

Divine servant Dong Mingchen and Night Venerable Zhang Tiangen felt the autumn rain above their heads, stepped on the slippery mud under their feet, and walked towards Nanshan Academy step by step.

Suddenly, many sword-wielding disciples gathered in front of the mountain, and the martial artists of the nine halls of Nanshan Academy, the Bingzi Hall and the Shuzi Hall stared at the entrance of the academy.

Although the two groups of people never spoke, the fluttering and cold of the autumn rain seemed to be the words in their mouths.

Zhang Tiangen looked at the words 'Nanshan Academy' on the plaque above his head, and took a puff of cigarette.

The white-clothed Xue Jian Zhai disciple behind them untied the sword box behind them, pulled out the clear long sword and held it in his hand.

In Nanshan Academy, there were more and more disciples at the entrance of the nine halls, and they formed a formation and suddenly shouted.

"Royal!"

The golden sound is in the sky.

Dong Mingchen waved his hand silently.

The white-clothed sword slave behind him shouted: "Attack!"

Without a word of conversation, the white-clothed sword slave of Xue Jian Zhai and the martial arts students of the nine halls of Nanshan Academy were on this mountain road, and their edges were exposed.

Guan Fengsheng pinched the green sword in his hand and attacked Dong Mingchen and Zhang Tiangen.

Li Changfeng took a group of female dependents to go back along the road that set off from the academy and went east to conquer the Tianque Palace, since he reshaped the Shenzhao, but no longer relied on the Yuan Hai in the Shenzhao to gather the true yuan, he found that there seemed to be some kind of change in his Shenzhao.

It was a subtle feeling, but he had felt it before.

His divine light is becoming more and more like a small world.

He even had a feeling that the current scene of the sun and the moon and the same day would not last long.

His divine light will divide the day and the night.

From the initial endless snowfield, to his sword piercing the barrier above the Yuan Sea, the grand scene of thousands of purples and thousands of reds, and then there was a round of golden sun, another round of crescent moon and a dazzling purple microstar.

All of this seems to point to a fact.

His divine image is really becoming more and more like a world.

Since ancient times, the gods have not allowed living creatures, but after a night of snow with Wenren, the gods have been illuminated

There is an extra koi in the middle.

Is this true element, or is it life?

Li Changfeng is difficult to judge.

But it wasn't until he banished Jiaolong into the Yuan Sea that he truly realized that his divine light had been intertwined with the world he was in.

So he planned to go to Nanshan Academy, and planned to go to the ninth floor of Tibet to have a look.

There's a place of chaos and nothingness.

The family is here, the red makeup and the smell of Lixue, and Li Bezhi became relaxed in the carriage, and Uncle Ghost has returned to the west, so it is Li Changfeng who is in charge of the horse rope.

The carriage swayed from side to side on the wet road, but the cold drizzle outside the window could not blow away the bustle inside the carriage.

It's just that Li Changfeng suffered, and he swept the wind and rain all the way, washing his face with autumn rain.

Occasionally, a slender hand would come out of the carriage and wipe the rain on Li Changfeng's face with an aromatic handkerchief.

And that's all.

Li Changfeng patted the horse's buttocks and sighed: "Old horse, old horse, I used to have an old and yellow horse, and then let it go free, but now it's hard for you, the wind and rain come and go, but don't worry, I will always be with you, I am both hard-working." ”

There was a faint sound of snickering in the carriage.

The old horse's tail shook, and he pouted a fart.

Li Changfeng said angrily: "You deserve to pull the cart for the rest of your life, and you don't want to make progress." ”

At this moment, Li Changfeng's face froze and frowned.

Because he asked about the smell of blood.

Raise your head, if it is estimated, Nanshan Academy is still some distance away from here, but why is there such a strong smell of blood.

Don't

Li Changfeng thought of something, and suddenly drove the carriage quickly.

Desolate mountains and mottled yellowing shadows, a flock of geese in the sky suddenly flew towards the distant sunset.

The shadow of the academy grew bigger and closer in Li Changfeng's pupils.

But the smell of blood is getting heavier and heavier.

Dong Mingchen listened to the sound of swords colliding and fighting in front of him, looked up at the sky, and saw a flock of geese in the sky, he muttered: "Your Excellency let us attack the academy at this time, what do you want?"

Zhang Tiangen took a puff of cigarette, squinted his eyes and said, "You claim to be a servant of God, but you can't understand God's thinking. ”

Dong Mingchen lowered his head again and looked in front of him: "Since it is a god, it is naturally difficult to guess." ”

Zhang Tiangen: "The closer we get to the Great Perfection, the more we need to make a big show, which is the technique of attacking the heart. It doesn't take long for Your Excellency to become unparalleled in the world, and now is the most critical, but also the most subtle, and you have been instructed to do it honestly. ”

Dong Mingchen was not surprised when he heard this, as if he was just trying to verify the conjecture in his heart with this question, but he still said calmly: "But after all, this can't be hidden from everyone in the world." ”

Zhang Tiangen: "It's okay, just hide most of the mediocrities." ”

Dong Mingchen: "In that case, let's be faster." ”

Zhang Tiangen nodded: "Okay!"

The white-robed sword holding the snow sword and the sword slave suddenly stepped back and raised the sword.

"Formation!

The blade of the sword, the true element is diffuse.

On the mountain path of Nanshan Academy, the Qinggang stone that fell a leaf and knew the autumn was sprinkled with donated blood, slowly descending along the soil, gently seeping down, but those martial artists still held the hilt of their swords, standing majestically in front of the mountain road of the academy.

On the mountain road, suddenly there were many sword blades, and the blood-stained Wusheng gasped, but he still raised his long sword and suddenly shouted: "Yu!"

Li Changfeng suddenly heard a loud but tragic roar in the distance of the mountains and forests, so he hurriedly said to Wenren Lixue: "I'll take the first step!"

With that, his figure dissipated into the carriage.

When Li Changfeng arrived at the academy, he saw corpses all over the ground

There are the green robes and blue robes of the academy martial arts, and there are also the white-robed sword slaves of Xue Jian Zhai.

However, the sound of fighting was still there, and Li Changfeng saw a familiar figure at the door.

Guan Fengsheng, the vice president in a gray robe, was pierced through the chest by a clear long sword and nailed to the pine branches next to the mountain road.

Li Changfeng's fingers reached the tip of his nose, and he was out of breath.

His hand slowly fell, and he listened to the sound of the fight, and his palm was clenched into a fist.

"Snow Sword Zhai!"

Li Changfeng gritted his teeth.

Suddenly, there were thousands of flying swords flying in the air in Nanshan Academy, and this flying sword was like a glimpse, and every time it slashed, it could harvest a human life.

No one knew where the flying sword came from, they only knew that the flying sword must have come to help them.

The white-robed sword slaves of the Snow Sword Zhai fell to the ground one after another, their clear snow swords being cut into pieces by the ordinary flying swords in the sky, and then their heads were cut off.

"Technique!"

Suddenly there was a roar on the mountain road.

More than 100 Yuenan Pavilion martial artists with arrows and crossbows in their hands strafed from top to bottom on the mountain road.

The arrows were densely packed, nailing the last Snow Sword Zhai Sword Slave to the ground.

Li Changfeng hurriedly hugged the woman in black at the front of Wusheng.

Yan returned and tried her best to stand on the ground with her sword, but as soon as her arm was weak, she was about to fall, and suddenly someone hugged her.

"Yan Jiaoxi!"

Yan Huilai raised his tired eyelids and saw a slightly familiar, but somewhat unfamiliar face.

"Are you Li Changfeng?" Yan Jiaoxi muttered.

Li Changfeng nodded hurriedly: "Yan Jiaoxi, I'm late!"

Yan Jiaoxi suddenly remembered the flying sword just now, and she finally understood where the flying sword came from, so she was relieved: "As long as you come, it will never be too late." ”

Suddenly, she remembered something, and hurriedly grabbed Li Changfeng's arm and said, "Quick! Go and hide! The Divine Servant and the Night Venerable have gone to hide!"

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Dong Mingchen and Zhang Tiangen stood outside Tibet, looking up at the nine-story tower.

The eight-character stele and the guardian in the nine-story building are the secrets that cultivators in the world yearn for.

Dong Mingchen's hand was just about to touch the door knocker when a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"You two are not eligible to enter Tibet. ”

It was a familiar voice, at least for Mr. Zhang.

Zhang Tiangen turned around and saw the young man with white hair.

It's just that now this young man looks at him, and there is no emotion at all, only a cold to the bone.

That's exactly how it should be.

Li Changfeng looked at Dong Mingchen and Zhang Tiangen and said, "You two, do you want to go together, or do you want me to kill you one by one." ”

Dong Mingchen said flatly, "Why do you think you can kill the two of us today?"

Li Changfeng: "Because I'm standing here." ”

Dong Mingchen: "You are so confident, it seems that you have broken through that barrier." You're really a genius. ”

Li Changfeng sneered: "Thank you for it." ”