Ah Cai came back to his senses from the bizarre experience, felt the fresh air in the mountains, looked at the vast mountains of the Jade Peak of Lingxu Pavilion, and felt that everything was so familiar, as if he had not returned home for decades, an invisible aura that was completely consistent with Lingxu Pavilion had emanated from Ah Cai's body. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The bright eyes looked at Xu Feng, and his face was full of joy.

Among the thousands of disciples, there was a girl in plain clothes, kneeling respectfully behind Miaoyu, looking at Ah Cai with envy on her delicate and elegant face. She is a disciple of Elder Miaoyu, and she matches her appearance, and she has a name full of literature - Ye Shiwen.

Seeing that Ah Cai Lian opened twenty-nine and was selected by the patriarch, Ye Shiwen was sincerely happy for Ling Xuge, and showed a reserved smile to Ah Cai, expressing his welcome and appreciation for the little junior sister, and when he looked back at Xu Feng, his face was full of worry.

No matter what Xu Feng's result is, since she came with Ah Cai, the relationship must be extraordinary, and she doesn't want to watch Xu Feng die tragically in front of everyone.

Ye Shiwen walked cautiously in front of Ah Cai, and attached his ears to tell Ah Cai about the matter.

The expression on Ah Cai's little face became more and more stiff, and finally walked to Elder Miaoyu's side, and sincerely held the disciple salute, showing his heart.

"The patriarch has his own arrangements, and as a disciple, you don't have to worry too much. ”

Ah Cai wanted to say something, but Miaoyu stretched out her hand to stop her, and said to everyone: "There will be saints in three thousand years, and there will be great changes in three thousand years, please ask Mr. Xu to accept the test of the ancestors!"

Ah Cai saw that Xu Feng didn't say anything, and thought to himself, how can an ordinary man compare with Mr., even he can pass the test, for a character like Mr., it shouldn't be nothing. So he didn't say anything more, and like all the disciples, he knelt quietly beside Xu Feng.

The black-clothed righteous heart elder stared at Xu Feng with a stern gaze, as if he wanted to push Xu Feng onto the futon with his eyes.

Looking at the lotus flower in the hand of the ancestor statue on the stone pillar, Xu Feng collected his mind and walked towards the futon in front of the stone pillar.

As Xu Feng walked towards the futon, the atmosphere in the room became strange. There are disciples who are full of expectation and confidence in the patriarch's choice like Miaoyu, and more disciples are disdainful, waiting to see Xu Feng's body and soul die, and even a few older disciples who don't want to see the cruelty later have already gotten up and left.

Like countless meditation practices in the past, Xu Feng sat down cross-legged and placed the black sword across his knees. The difference is that this time Xu Feng held Xiao Hei in his right hand.

Xu Feng, who had entered the Apocalypse, had infinite confidence in himself, and in the face of the strange fluctuations of divine thoughts on the stone pillar, if he really wanted to fight, he had to ensure that he pulled out the black sword as quickly as possible, and he had to fight even if he was a fairy and a monster.

Xu Feng sat firmly and slowly closed his eyes.

The crowd in the arena was waiting for the thunderous blow from the stone pillar, and only a few people were waiting for a miracle to happen.

A miracle did not happen.

The statue between the stone pillars was really like three thousand years ago, sensing that it was a man sitting on the futon, and suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and the fan-shaped light array formed a huge beam of light, and the top of the beam was a budding lotus flower, like a killing array descending from the starry sky, and blasted a thunderous blow at the meditating Xu Feng!

Xu Feng, who had just entered meditation, did not expect the stone pillar to react so quickly and violently, and after entering the apocalypse, his perception of danger was at its peak, Xu Feng still maintained a meditative posture, drew out the black sword with his hand, guarded his mind, and steadily blocked in front of him.

Xu Feng became the only man who resisted the attack of the Ling Xuan Pavilion Ancestor Statue in three thousand years.

The disciples were speechless in shock when they saw Xu Feng's movements. This is disrespectful to the spirit of the patriarch!

Elder Zhengxin's sword eyebrows were upside down, and he flew forward to cut off Xu Feng's head with a sword. A white afterimage flashed, Miaoyu holding the dust whisk was already in front of him, and Ah Cai also flashed behind Xu Feng, opening his arms to protect the gentleman who was sitting cross-legged.

Behind Miaoyu, Ye Shiwen and dozens of other plain-clothed disciples held Dao swords, guarding the left and right, forming a powerful barrier.

The audience once again fell into a tense confrontation.

Elder Zhengxin silently thought about it, and her chest and abdomen were instantly filled with a fresh mountain breeze, and she unleashed the "Jade Lion Roar" that she relied on to become famous: "You want, make ...... Anti...... No...... Done!"

The trills with the vigorous vitality collided between the jade peaks, and the few girls with lower Dao lines were violently shaken, and the Dao Sword in their hands was unstable, and they choked on the ground.

The rest of the disciples gathered together, and their expressions became even colder. Although all of them are women, the soft eyebrows and eyes show the same resolute determination: as long as someone takes another step forward, the ancestral statue will definitely bleed before.

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The moment the lotus touched the black sword, Xu Feng felt that a lightning bolt suddenly exploded in his mud pill palace, and a wave of dizziness struck, and at the last moment, Xu Feng bit the tip of his tongue without hesitation, boosted his spirit, and forcibly suppressed a mouthful of blood.

Although he is a powerhouse in the Divine Realm, after all, he is only a wisp of Divine Soul left over thousands of years ago, no matter how powerful he is, there is a limit, and like Xu Feng, his divine thoughts are delicate and pure, and the test disciples who have entered the Heavenly Apocalypse Realm are only a few after all.

After a moment of suppression, Xu Feng Mud Pill gradually regained its calm, closed his eyes and fell into meditation, but the world suddenly changed.

The pillar of light in front of him disappeared, and so did the many disciples surrounding him like a tide, and even the green peaks around him disappeared.

Xu Feng was still dressed in green clothes, carrying a black sword, and came to a rocky mountain.

Completely different from the verdant Jade Peak of Yunmeng Mountain, this place should belong to the north, with endless, rolling mountains bare, like brown giant swords piercing the sky, and lifeless mountain rocks everywhere.

In front of Xu Feng, three zhang away, there was a fairy in flying clothes, with a cold face that was indifferent, but it was a kind of beauty that did not belong to the world at all, staring at Xu Feng coldly.

"Who are you, and what sword are you holding in your hand?"

The cold fairy asked with coldness.

Xu Feng found that many people were interested in the black sword in his hand, and said proudly: "I am Xu Feng" shook the black sword in his hand, "It's called Xiao Hei." ”

"Xu Feng, Xiao Hei. Fairy Leng seemed to be lost in thought.

There was a hot wind blowing between the rocks, and Xu Feng looked at the gray sky between the brown mountains and confirmed that it was just an illusion. "Although I am just a wisp of divine soul, I can see the past and future of countless people, why can't I see through your past and future alone, nor can I see through the black sword in your hand!" The fairy seemed to be thinking, and seemed to be asking and answering himself.

"The past that can be seen is not the past, and the future that can be foreseen is what kind of future!" Xu Feng said indifferently.

The fairy raised her beautiful eyes, looked curiously at the young man holding the long sword in her hand, and remembered someone.

"Since you can resist my lotus blow, coming to this time and space can be regarded as the fate of the Daomen, three thousand years, I am also tired, I will take you to see a story. ”

"Story!?" Xu Feng was stunned.

"Come with me!" The fairy jade arm waved, and there was another change between heaven and earth.

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The bustling capital, a magnificent building, is the main altar of Sanqing Daomen.

The open square is surrounded by tall Huabiao, and on the top of the Huabiao squats a unicorn beast representing the precepts of the Daomen, opening its mouth of blood and facing the dim sky.

Under the slanting sun, hundreds of thousands of apologetic cavalry were neatly arranged in the square, and the cold and murderous aura filled the entire square, rows of apologetic monks in black armor stood solemnly, and the Dao sword shining with a ghostly light was neatly held in his right hand, pointing obliquely at the sky.

This is the oath of 100,000 priests to the Pope that they are about to embark on the journey of the westward expedition, and the cathar cavalry, like a torrent of iron and blood, will set foot in the southeast, exterminate thousands of cultivation sects that do not obey orders, recast the majesty of the Sanqing Daomen in the world, and will exterminate all the evil demons who despise the Sanqing Divine Sect, and return a bright world to the world.

The ruling of the Heavenly God Temple, Pope Ming Huayu, was still middle-aged, with supreme power and majesty on his angular face. With the Dao Sword in his hand, he was granting the five Guardian Cavalry commanders the privilege of destroying lives.

The youngest commander, dressed in a majestic apologetic armor, bowed his head slightly in front of the Pope, took the Dao Sword held up by the Pope's hands, and his face was full of longing for the journey of conquest.

Where there is war, there is fighting, and where there is fighting, there is merit. The righteous fight on the battlefield was the deadliest temptation for all the young priests of the Heavenly God Temple's Judgment Division, and this young man was no exception, and from his eyes, Xu Feng even saw a fanaticism for destruction.

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