The black tent made it impossible for Yinchen to tell which one belonged to the true king and which one belonged to the Chongwang, and he only knew that where there was a Shenjian Gate guard, it must be the territory of the official court. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Yinchen turned his face and looked at the sparse and scattered several simple and wide tents on the left, the flags of the righteous forces such as Hanshan Temple, Jindaomen, Tijianmen, etc., were sparsely planted in the small open space in front of the tents, looking quite depressed and lonely, although the environment here is clean in the real sense, and it does not hurt the world in the slightest, but this sparse and scattered small piece of brightly colored tents and the tent group on the opposite side of the black clouds also seem to be lonely. These tents gathered in a small square, silently showing the current state of the world, it is really a prosperous demonic way, collusion between officials and bandits, and the decline of the righteous path.

"Didn't you expect us to be late?" Baija looked at the square full of tents with some surprise, and the iron-gray wall behind the square, and the iron-gray archway in the middle. The torii arch looks as old as a prehistoric ruin, and it doesn't look like a common archway in the world today. The lone four pillars outline the three gates, and on the top are the iron-gray horizontal bars connected one after another, and between the horizontal bars are hung stone slabs of white color, without the slightest moire decoration on them, only one round hole after another of unequal size, and on the largest stone slab in the middle, there are two large characters in ancient style - Xuanluo.

No one knows for sure that the Xuanluo Sect of the East China Sea really exists, and they even sent a group of disciples to "pay homage to the glory of their ancestors", but the Xuanluo in front of them is completely different from the small righteous force Xuanluo in the East China Sea in terms of decoration style. The Donghai Xuanluo Sect likes to decorate the hall with silk and softness, highlighting a kind of feminine delicacy and softness as a whole, and their wood carving craftsmanship is also exquisite and delicate, and there is no such minimalist and rough style that is too lazy to even bother with the most basic decorative patterns. Bai Hell looked at the empty archway and the rolling clouds behind the archway a little distractedly, and a trace of eager longing bloomed in the depths of his eyes.

"The Golden Daomen doesn't need any weapons, and it doesn't really need cheats, here, the cloud mountain fog cover, even if you break through the mountain protection array, it is still a secret realm, in the secret realm, life and death are at your own risk, then here, this is my prison, the Shura slaughterhouse of my generation Golden Daomen!" his gaze fell on the demon road tent, wandered around predatorily, and then turned back.

Yinchen only glanced at the archway of the mountain, then looked away, and a secret sense of crisis quietly surfaced from the darkest corner of his heart, and he could feel that behind the seemingly calm clouds, there seemed to be a kind of horror that he was very familiar with and very unfamiliar.

"Is it an illusion?" Yinchen didn't think, "Or is every secret realm in this world really a copy of hell difficulty?"

The two of them only stood at the gate of the square for less than five breaths, and then walked directly towards the tent of the Golden Daomen, followed by a team of forbidden guards, these guys with swaggering equipment walked with a sonorous metal collision sound, which also attracted many contemptuous and ridiculed eyes, everyone knows that the forbidden army of the Southern Empire, that is the mercenary craftsmen in the prince's mansion, there is no combat effectiveness at all, in the current atmosphere of cultivating private guards in the imperial Houmen, the imperial army that eats imperial food, even if it is the Praetorian Guard, is also the object of contempt and distrust。 The world's despisé is not the cultivation of these people, but the identity of these people, the hundred years of Wenzhi after the Chenqiao Mutiny, so that the identity of the soldiers, inferior to prostitutes, miners, this team of forbidden troops, in the eyes of the monks, is just some poor people who can't get by, for a garbage miracle, sold their bodies and dignity, for the princes and princes to do some mud building, repair gardens, sprinkling and carrying things, the real combat power geometry, I'm afraid no one will take it seriously. The masters of those eyes would not know that this group of forbidden soldiers who acted "flamboyantly" were not at all comparable to those colleagues who had cultivated "Longwei Marksmanship", and they all had a "Dead Soul Killing", all of which were bloody soldiers trained by Ghost Liming and Zhao Guangyi.

When they came to the tent of the Golden Dao Gate, they spread out in a fan-shaped formation and laid out a defensive formation, not to mention that Jiang Lishi in the Golden Dao Gate hurriedly came out to check, and even some of the elders of the small righteous path around them poked their heads out to see what was going on.

"Yinchen?!You're here!Please, please!Wan Jianxin is a little anxious waiting for you!" The moment Jiang Lishi saw the silver-haired young man, he pulled him into the tent, and he didn't feel anything wrong with worshipping the prison, but just made a disciple salute to the empty tent door, and then opened the curtain and went in. The Praetorian Guards behind him collectively turned one hundred and eighty degrees to the right, and the gang of people who had learned from the Excalibur Gate became guards, and each of them had a poker face like a door god under their golden helmets.

After the disciples of the Iron Swords returned from the last incident in the Storm Pavilion, they were not counted down by the elders in the sect: "That Silver Dust Young Hero, do you dare to question it too! When he rescued me and others from the puppet sect demon woman alone, you little rabbit cubs were still peeing and peeing in the mud! Walking the rivers and lakes in the future, your eyes were bright! The Silver Dust Young Man came out in a dragon robe, and he also gave me the gift of a disciple, really! The old men in Blood Yang City didn't catch up, and they were holding back the fire! You went this time, and you still dare to pick and choose!" After waiting for the admonition, the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect were all proficient, and they came out to inquire in advance about what the silver-haired young man had done recently, and then talk about everything, as a result, almost everyone knew that this silver-haired young man could still win the favor of the emperor Lao'er after quietly robbing the Fengbo Pavilion, and became a big official, so he did not have any surprises about his behavior of bringing a team of forbidden troops here, but explained it to other colleagues who did not know what was going on.

"Senior Brother Yixuanzi, you said that these people are all the subordinates of that silver-haired young man? They are here to help us? Not the monitors sent by the Imperial Court? But the breath on their bodies is the breath of the Demon Pavilion?" A slim fourteen-year-old girl asked the little brother beside her, that Yixuanzi is the chief disciple sent by the Iron Sword Sect this time.

"Of course, Silver Dust Young Hero, that's the world's first-class person who can make the impossible possible. Look at these forbidden armies...... Uncle, obviously is the breath of "Revenant Killing", but there is no trace of the chaos and rage of the people in the Demon Dao, only a very quiet and calm momentum, such a person, only the people around the silver-haired young man can have, right? It's easy to ask something from that old ghost's mouth, isn't it?

Yixuanzi was foaming and boasting, as if he was also some important person around Yinchen, of course, Yinchen would not react to his boasting and "distorting the facts", because anyone could hear the heartfelt worship in and out of Yixuanzi's words.

The little girl's eyes were full of little stars, and she also had some pink fantasies about the handsome silver-haired guy, and the two of them didn't realize that the righteous people around them had already shrunk back into their respective tents because there was no excitement to see, and they didn't realize that at this time, there was a thirty-year-old woman with a curvy and graceful appearance, coming out of the most gorgeous and gloomy black tent, and walking towards this side......

In the tent of the Golden Sword Gate, Wan Jianxin's body was full of murderous aura, as if he had just drawn his sword and killed some demon.

"Kill Brother Matt, what's wrong with you?" Yinchen watched Wan Jianxin sit in the corner of the tent, exuding a chill on his body.

"Fang Tianhang came here just now, so he was slapped down by the old man, what kind of disciple of the Divine Sword Sect is now...... Hey! The old demon man said that it was almost the same as a disciple of the Divine Mouth Sect! I have practiced all my kung fu to one mouth! I don't have the ability to draw a sword, and when I face a strong enemy, I don't even have the courage to make a move, so I can only dodge and jump around like a mouse! But that mouth is really unbearable!

Jiang Lishi didn't wait for Wan Jianxin to speak, so he first told Yinchen about the ins and outs, in fact, there is nothing special, everyone is waiting here for Hanshan Temple to open the secret realm, and they can't do it, but they are the two ways of good and evil of the enemy, so they naturally have to provoke and anger each other verbally, anyway, Liangzi has already been settled, and when he arrives in the secret realm, he will naturally cook slowly, and it doesn't hurt to brush his sense of existence with hatred at this time.

"The teacher said that in the fourth day, he killed Xue Wuxian, but I heard Fang Tianhang say today that Xue Wuxian not only didn't die, but also ran here, I really don't know why the teacher wanted to lie to me?"

"I think it's because Uncle trusts you too much in your ability to understand, kill Brother Matt!" Yinchen knew the secret in it, after all, in the True King's Mansion, the information of the blood droplets was open to him.

"Don't tell me to kill Matt! I don't know it's a curse! I used to think it was a joke if you said that, but now, now, ...... Those bastards of the Divine Sword Sect ......" Wan Jian panted irritably, obviously being taken lightly by Fang Tianhang's "Sword of Words".

"So you finally know the meaning of that word, can you straighten out your hair?" said Silver Dust, reaching for Wan Jianxin's hair. "Okay, don't make a fuss! This hairstyle is the last bit of my thought about my former life, okay?" Wan Jianxin finally adjusted his emotions and opened Yinchen's hand with a smile, but his smile was still a little reluctant.

"Yinchen, why do you say that the master said that he killed Xue Wuxian? He obviously spared that person's life?" Wan Jianxin adjusted the expression on his face, and finally said to Yinchen, there was always a knot in his heart, that is, even the teacher refused to tell him the truth.

He was betrayed too badly, and he inevitably became the frightened bird.

"It's bad because the uncle spared that man's life. Brother Wan. Yinchen's expression became serious: "Think about it seriously, if a person defeats you in your strongest place easily, like blood abuse, and makes you lose so much that you doubt your life, and then give you a life whether it is true or pretending to be pure, can you accept it? Wouldn't you be ashamed to commit suicide?"

"Where I am strongest? Do you mean swordsmanship? Of course I won't! I will thank him for giving me a life, and then start practicing from scratch, night and night, until I can surpass that person! Isn't this the true meaning of swordsmanship?" Wan Jianxin said with confidence, but he rolled his eyes directly when he saw Yinchen.

"Sure enough, it's a monster!" Yinchen said without scruples: "Wan! Sword! Heart! Judging from what you just said, you are not a swordsman at all! but a swordsman! Only a swordsman who has given everything for swordsmanship and martial arts would say such a thing! Have you never heard of the glory of a swordsman?" The man who bears the sword, fights for glory, when the glory of a swordsman is completely denied by another swordsman, when all his efforts are completely denied by man, his life is meaningless, and his existence becomes nothing—"

Wan Jianxin listened to Yinchen's words, was stunned for a moment, and then began to laugh wildly.

"Hahahaha! The glory of the swordsman! it's ridiculous!" Wan Jianxin smiled, his tone full of desolation and desolation: "The glory of the sword...... Hehehehe...... It's just bullshit! Five years ago, I comprehended the way of killing, that is, to crush all the glory of nothingness under my feet! I only left the righteous path and chivalry in my heart! If I don't ask for my life for the common people, the way of killing will never appear in my hands! The glory of the swordsman, the so-called victory and defeat are points, the difference between superior and inferior, what is the point for the vast swordsmanship, the vast way of killing? In this world, there is no so-called invincible swordsmanship in the world, not even the so-called best swordsmanship in the world, let alone the pursuit of the ultimate swordsman on the way of 'art'! There is no such thing as being the best in the world at all! Personal gains and losses, honor and disgrace, are also worthy of being compared with the righteous path in the world, which is extremely ridiculous! Yinchen, what is the glory of a swordsman to me, a person who has comprehended the way of killing, is it not ...... to say now?"

"That's why I said you're a monster!" Yinchen continued his words and said, "Do you think that all people in the world comprehend the way ......of killing like you?

"Xue Wuxian comprehended the Dao of Killing twenty years ago!...... he said" Wan Jianxin interrupted Yinchen's words, and then he couldn't go on, he suddenly realized that Xue Wuxian at that time was a real master of the righteous path, and what he comprehended was also the way of killing in the sense of the righteous path like himself, but now, ...... He's already a demon!