Poof!

Dapeng swaying, Pengcheng thousands of miles.

The scenery of time and space is condensed into a stream, and the invisible wonders of life have caused passengers to exclaim again and again.

"Pengcheng?!" The old man was surprised by trial and error, Rao has been flying for many years, and he has never seen the wonders of Pengcheng, "Qincha Fairy, Dao Mu He is already a Tianmu?"

"Nearly half of what you hear is true, just like the Taoist pastor. Mu Qincha was not surprised, the sudden Pengcheng made her begin to re-understand what her ancestor told him.

"Look!"

"Ah!

"Wonders! Rare wonders in life!"

The audience exclaimed again and again, and Muqin tea followed the prestige, but they didn't see everyone exaggerating it. The winged feathers are silver and transparent, bright and clean like the moon, but they are dyed with the enthusiasm of the sun, and the silver is replaced by gold, scorching and shining.

"Sublimation ......" Mu Qincha's beautiful eyes were slightly closed, and the power of the heavenly sword permeated the surroundings. The trajectory of a speck of dust cannot escape the spiritual consciousness of Mu Qincha.

Dayinpeng's wings fell sharply, "poof", as if hearing the sound of water droplets dripping into the pool. Dayin Peng helped all sentient beings, and once again submerged into the void, rippling and rippling.

Whirring, the joy of the wind is endless. Cool and brushing the face, bringing a little fireworks in the world, strange and familiar. Not long after, a large number of birds appeared in the air, and there were even two or three Jinpeng birds.

"Arrived?!"

Overlooking the earth, the mountains, rivers and trees are in full view, a towering ancient city, standing in the middle of the mountains and rivers, Tianfu City.

should have been in line, but Dayinpeng was unwilling to wait. With a roar, all the birds moved, Jinpeng screamed, and the golden wings waved, instantly reaching the body of Dayinpeng, locking the Dao Shepherd's Qi Machine.

"The sun?"

Dao Mu's ears rang with thunder, deafening, and he felt bitter water in his heart, no matter how he explained it, he couldn't get it, but he could not say, "I just entered Tianfu City, you are so high-profile, do you want me to offend the powerful people in the city?"

"Sun, you're really the sun!"

“......”

Dayin Peng supports, Jinpeng foils, it retreats to become a Taoist, and all welcome the Taoist herdsmen.

"This ......" Dao Mu wanted to cry without tears, only to feel that hundreds of millions of eyes were gathered on his body, like sitting on pins and needles. "Doesn't it mean that using the power of the ring on a dead thing will cause bad luck?"

Approaching the Wutong Terrace, the silver light is sheng, and the passengers are all sent to the ground. Dao Mu wanted to slip away, but before he could act, a touch of incense had already come to his body. Dao Mu disappeared out of thin air, and the old man was left alone on Dayin Peng, stunned.

Cuijian Tower, between the words.

Mu Qin tea ceremony two people, one eyebrows and a sword, the other buried in eating. After a release of the pastoral channel, the whole body seems to be hollowed out, and the strong hunger is not eliminated by eating the spirit fruit, and it is useless to weave the Tianfu unique door Bigu Dan.

"It stands to reason that the higher the realm of an immortal cultivator, the weaker his appetite, and the less he likes fireworks in the world, you are the opposite. "Mu Qincha is a little sulky, and Dao Mu's statement about today is not realistic at all.

"Qincha Fairy, speak like yin and yang," Dao Mu recalled to Fang Cai, "Don't be persistent, my answer is sincere enough, believe it or not, it's up to you." ”

In fact, Dao Mu himself feels weird, it is normal for Mu Qincha not to believe it, and he doesn't believe that he is the sun.

"Unheard of, unseen, maybe your master Venerable Sword Gu has some clues. "Mu Qincha chose to believe in Daomu, although it was unbelievable. "Did you learn something from the little wooden sword?"

"If I could realize something, I would have been in Mujian Mountain, not here. Dao Mu finally raised his head, his face was a little strange, "Every time I look at this little wooden sword, I feel pierced in my heart, isn't it a wooden heart-cutting knife?"

Mu Qincha raised her eyebrows, and her chin groaned, "Perhaps, this is the signal that the little wooden sword gave you." ”

Grunting, Dao Mu drank a large pot of soup in one go, rinsed his mouth with spiritual water and spit it on the spittoon, wiped his mouth with a silk towel, and then looked at Mu Qincha, "What's wrong with me, you want me to die so much?"

Mu Qincha pursed her lips with a smile, and the jade shoots pointed at Mu Mu's eyes, "From where you look, you are not a person who is afraid of death." ”

"I'm scared to death, at least for now. ”

Dao Mu said no more, got up suddenly, and aroused Ah Meng. Ah Meng hadn't eaten yet, staring at Dao Mu with big eyes, and stepped on his feet with his little thick legs.

"Back in the house, I'll help you find some clues. Mu Qincha got up, the two parted this time, and they parted ways, "Vega, goodbye." When the words fell, Mu Qincha left the table first and went out.

"Qincha Fairy, if you meet, Li Haohu from the fiefdom of the Immortals, and help me take care of it. Dao Mu's demeanor was sincere, and his tone was sincere, so that Mu Qincha stopped and breathed, and "um" should be a promise.

In the blink of an eye, the man was gone.

Mujian Mountain, I am afraid that it is a sword all over the mountain, Dao Mu can inquire about a place with this characteristic, and it is called the tomb of ten thousand swords. Located in the buffer zone between Tianfu and Yijianmen, a large number of sword cultivators come here every day, and for various reasons, they bury their love for swords.

Dao Mu felt in his heart that there was his destination. When he arrived in Suogang, although Dao Mu was dressed in strange clothes that were different from other disciples, he was not embarrassed by others because of the black and gold waist card.

Dao Mu handed over a pound of top-grade spirit stones and bought a noble single ticket, but he didn't feel distressed, which caused some people to look at him differently.

Some good deeds even speculated about the origin of the Daomu, and some people also saw the clues, but they did not break it. The waiter was warmly welcomed, and the two waited for the shuttle with one hand and disappeared from everyone's eyes.

A group of silver-armored people rode dragon horses, slowly approaching, majestic.

The first person in front, wearing a golden armor, and a one-horned dragon horse under the seat, all show their extraordinary, with a clicking sound, and the helmet spreads out into the shoulder armor and back armor.

The appearance of a young man, thirty-five or sixteen years old, a pair of gray eyes under scattered bangs, no spiritual water is angry, only vast despair. A centipede scar slashed from the right eye to the left collarbone, and the thick and embarrassed beard had to give way to the scar.

"Yo, Uncle Guihai, what kind of wind is blowing you?" The ticket seller suspended the sale of tickets, and greeted him, and the thief's eyebrows and mouse eyes annoyed the young man.

"The background of who boarded the cabin is very familiar. This lonely and indifferent temperament, I'm afraid it's not that Tong Boyu?"

The young man's eyes narrowed slightly, holding the reins in one hand and brushing the dragon's horsemane in the other. The arrogance is similar to the attitude of the ticket seller towards ordinary passengers, and even more.

"Master, you're wrong. This son is like a mournful death, how can he be compared with Tong Boyu. "The ticket seller was respectful to Dao Mu before, but now he is a different person in front of the young man, "Mu Jianshan disciple, Dao Mu." Presumably, Uncle Guihai knows his origin better than me. ”

"Four dogs, you dog is bold, when my eldest brother loses his brain, you can't do it? Weaving Mansion new disciples, don't go to the Zhifu Sect to report, I am very talented!" Beside the young man, a silver-armored man scolded angrily, Qiang, the sword is more than halfway through, and the sunset is shining.

Qiang Qiang, the other silver armor people also drew their swords against each other, and the silver armor team of more than 30 people, the breath converged into a single force, suppressing the entire street.

Ahem, the young man coughed a few times, raised his hand to signal, frowned slightly, and his eyes were half-narrowed. He didn't like his subordinates very much, and he made big moves without authorization, looking like the silver-armored man was domineering and swaggering.

The silver-armored man understood, the sword was sheathed, and the breath was constricted. People just breathed a sigh of relief, and the young man's eyes had already noticed some strange behavior, but he didn't care, the purpose of this trip was not here. "Where is the Dao Mu's trip?"

Compared with other silver-armored people, the young man was gloomy, but it made people feel a lot more at ease, but the four dogs were most afraid of this person, trembling and trembling, "The terminal station, Sword Star City." The four dogs' voices trembled with their bodies, and they looked at the young man's gaze as if they had lost their souls.

"Sword Star City, Border, Ten Thousand Swords Tomb ......" The young man smiled, grinning brightly, like the sun in winter, sweeping away the biting cold. This smile caused the four dogs to freeze in place, looking at each other with the other silver armor people, their dry hands penetrating and their minds full of fog.

Sword Star City.

A grand border ancient city, with a buffer zone of three thousand miles ahead, after the buffer zone, you will arrive at the Holy Land of Yijianmen.

Dao Mu walked on the street, and there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity when he returned to Jijian Town. Compared with Tianfu City, there are very few shepherds on the streets of Sword Star City. Dao Mu is wearing a black and red robe, the sword robe is not like a sword robe, the pastoral robe is not like a pastoral robe, and the waist is boastful and strange to break the knife.

"Heavenly Thunder Sword, the highest quality, invincible under the immortal product, as long as 10,000 catties of the best spirit stone!"

"10,000 years of ambergris, produced by the real dragon! One hundred catties of top-grade spirit stones, one liter of 1,000 catties of top-grade spirit stones, one bucket of 10,000 catties of top-grade spirit stones, and one 50,000 catties of top-grade spirit stones!

"Jiannan grass, it is necessary to wash the sword and the sword!

“......”

The streets and alleys are all made of the best spirit stones as hard currency, which makes Daomu novel. After all, the best spirit stones, keep more for your own use, and it is rare to use the best spirit stones as hard currency.

"Young man, Lao Bai, I look at your kind face, just like the sun that is rising, why don't you come with a few liters of ambergris to add bricks and tiles to yourself?"

The old man who sells ambergris has a quaint eight-immortal table in front of him, and there are more than a dozen fist-sized white gourds on the table. I saw him cross-legged, holding a hookah in one hand and a chair in the other.

It's the first time I've seen such stunts as grunting, smoking, and smoking hookah with one hand. Dao Mu is curious about Sword Star City, but it doesn't mean that he is stupid, this person looks like an old man, and he just gets old as a gangster.

What's more, the 10,000-year-old ambergris produced by the real dragon is not bad if it produces one liter. This old gangster is actually measured in Hu, which shows that he has a lot of self-produced ambergris in his hands.

With his sparse gray hair, he is afraid that one day he will be wiped out. Seeing him grunting and smoking, Dao Mu couldn't help but guess with the greatest malice that there were some disgusting things in these snoring.

Thinking of this, under the scorching sun, Dao Mu couldn't help but tremble and was disgusted. Unlike Daomu, Ah Meng looked at the old gangster, his eyes widened, sometimes he was bright, sometimes confused, and mooed and moaned.

"Young man, you young beast is good. The old bastard laughed and groaned, his teeth were black and yellow, and his breath was pungent and unpleasant, "Sell it to me, and the table will add up a total of 100 ambergris, all of which will belong to you." ”

As he spoke, the old gangster put down Erlang's leg and caught the hookah between his legs. His hands were yellowed and blackened, and he was trembling with cigarettes, and his tone did not seem to be fake.

Dao Mu was too lazy to take care of it, patted Ah Meng, and motioned for Ah Meng to leave. After a few breaths, Ah Meng came back to his senses, with doubts in his eyes, and disappeared into the street scene with Daomu.

Grunt, the old gangster took a sharp breath, exhaled like a cloud, and looked at the direction of Daomu's departure. When the smoke cleared, the old gangster looked back at the stall in front of him, "Like the senior brother, people don't talk much." Looking at the white gourd, a wisp of golden hair, lost his mind.