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For more than three months, the thunderous sound sounded on the north side of Tianzhu Peak without stopping, and the sledgehammer and chisel in Jiang Liao's hand continued to grow bigger and heavier, until in the end it turned out to be a black giant hammer weighing hundreds of catties.

Jiang Liao's face tightened, his thick arms seemed to contain infinite strength, and when he smashed down with a hammer, the speed of the giant hammer falling became faster and faster, the angle of the bombardment became more and more accurate, and the white dust and mist covered a large area of mountain peaks. There is a red shadow faintly on the edge of the dust and mist, it is Wang Cuihua wearing a red floral cloth shirt, no matter the wind, rain, morning and dusk, she has been guarding Jiang Liao's side, and the two of them challenge this cliff together.

There was no tree or grass in the mountains where there was suddenly a birdsong, and the two looked up at the birds shuttling in the clouds, and suddenly felt that the sky was so low that as long as they stretched out their hands, they seemed to be able to touch these white flowing clouds, and the ladder was only two or three feet away to reach the peak.

Jiang Liao, who was full of stubble, had a fine light in his eyes, looking at the sky and the distant mountains of the flowing clouds that came and went unrestrained, his mood suddenly moved, and at a glance he saw the eagle soaring in the clouds, and the sharp golden talons were shining brightly. The ice and snow in Jiang Liao's mud pill palace began to melt, countless frozen and cracked mountain rocks steamed out white smoke under the sunlight, the ice and snow on the mountain stones turned into gurgling streams, the ice on the side of the stream began to melt, and the stream flowed happily to moisten the vast grassland and the vast earth.

Everyone has their own painting in the Mud Pill Palace, and at the beginning of enlightenment, there was only a vast palace here, but as the divine thoughts are generated, the scene that is unique to each practitioner will be conjured here. Xu Feng is a vast blue water, but Jiang Liao's is a vast grassland and vast land.

"I'm going to pluck a cloud for you. Jiang Liao's eyes flashed and he said calmly. There was a happy smile on her red face.

Jiang Liao tightened the black giant hammer in his hand, took a light breath, and a pure true yuan full of Xiong Pi's power exploded on his wrist, and the giant hammer seemed to be aimlessly smashed into the cliff in front of him.

Fierceness and strength were interpreted to the extreme, there seemed to be countless thunders between the heavens and the earth, one after another, one after another, one higher than the other, the earth shook and the mountains shook followed by landslides and cracks, and the entire Heavenly Candle Peak seemed to be hit by a giant beast hundreds of feet high, and the mountain peaks and the earth trembled in the smoke.

In a matter of moments, the thunder stopped, but it took a long time for the smoke and dust to dissipate completely, and a stone staircase that was smoother and wider than the one in front reached into the sky. Being able to use a hammer without a sharp blade to carve out a neat stone path on the cliff proves that Jiang Liao not only has strong true elements, but also has the divine thoughts to restrain these true elements. The path pointed out by the master seems to be difficult, but it is a real shortcut, Jiang Liao feels the divine thought that is no longer bound by any restraint in the Mud Pill Palace, and feels this more open feeling, his mind is like the goshawk soaring in the clouds.

Jiang Liao dropped the giant hammer in his hand, took Cuihua's hand and walked towards the peak step by step.

The furious True Yuan scattered the flowing clouds on the peak, and when the smoke and dust cleared, the flowing clouds drifted back one after another, as if to celebrate this moment of victory. The two of them stood among the flowing clouds on the top of the mountain, Jiang Liao waved his big hand, and a beautiful white cloud seemed to be summoned and floated over lightly.

Hong Feihu held a weirdly curved black tree staff in his hand, looked at Jiang Liao, who was like a god in the flowing clouds, and said slowly: "Master Wei is here to see you off." ”

"See you off?"

"The teacher has already led you to the path of cultivation, and it is up to you to create in the future. When young people walk the world, the most important thing is to experience, and when the master traveled in Zhongzhou, he got a message that the Southern Sect wanted to exterminate the sect with a history of three thousand years in one fell swoop. No sect for more than a thousand years has been destroyed for hundreds of years, and this will be a major event in the cultivation world, whether it is knowledge or experience, it will be a rare opportunity for you. Master's heart is already old, so you can go for Master and show up in front of the heroes of the world, so that the world can know that the master is still alive, haha......"

Over the years, the master and apprentice have lived on the top of this deserted Sky Candle Peak, although they rarely communicate except for martial arts practice, Jiang Liao knows the master's kindness to himself, and he knows the master's sustenance for himself, looking at the master's old appearance, he can't help but have a warm current in his heart.

"As soon as the disciple leaves, the master is alone, and the disciple can't ......rest assured," Jiang Liao said sincerely.

Hong Feihu looked at Jiang Liao, nodded slightly, smiled and said, "You underestimate Master too much" Jiang Liao didn't know Master's ability, but the sudden parting made him reluctant in his heart.

Knowing that the master had made up his mind, Jiang Liao, who was more than eight feet long, knelt heavily on the ground with a puff, but was held up by Hong Feihu.

"Jiang Liao, if you and I part, I'm afraid there will be no chance of seeing each other again. As the chaos begins to emerge today, the forces of all parties are at the time of employing people, and the geniuses and talents are even more thunderous. I, Hong Feihu, am just a casual cultivator with no sect and no sect, but with a pair of fists, whether it is the old dragon in the Dongcheng Courtyard or the thin sword in the Immortal Sword Gate, I have to respect your master for three points, which is the proudest place in my master's life. Master, no matter who you will serve in the future, no matter what kind of opponent you meet, you should remember to be a person who stands up to the heavens and the earth, a person who is fearless. Master won't let you bow down, and you won't bow down to anyone in the future. Do you remember it?"

Jiang Liao looked at the master's solemn face and nodded heavily. The eyes of the tower-like man were already moist.

Hong Feihu put the crooked tree staff in his hand horizontally in his hand and said, "This staff was obtained by the master in the Tianfeng Mountain Range, and it should be transformed by an ancient divine weapon." Master has cultivated boxing all his life, but he has never refined it. You and I are a master and apprentice, and Master will give it to you today. ”

Jiang Liao took the black cane like a tree, his hand sank, there was a hot current in his throat, he was speechless, he bowed to the master, and it took a long time to straighten up.

"This time it is the Immortal Soul Gate that has committed public anger, this encirclement and suppression may be a cleanup of the Hyena Dao Gate by the Southern Sect, and there may be more insidious schemes hidden in it, but it doesn't matter, you just clench your fists, just smash all the way down like the master did back then, and smash open a road to heaven. ”

"Immortal Soul Gate!" Jiang Liao was shocked in his heart, knowing that his own opportunity had come, he was going to linger by his master's side for a few days, but it seemed that there was no need.

The two saluted again, and walked down the stone steps they had built from the north of Heavenly Candle Peak.

Who said that men are resolute heroes, Jiang Liao looked back at the slightly rickety figure on the top of the peak in three steps, until the high mountain blocked and nothing could be seen, leaving only the white clouds floating leisurely on the top of the mountain.

In March, the road was built with iron and blood, and once it was decided to go down the mountain. Jiang Liao's feet walked all the stone steps, and firmly landed on the gravel at the bottom of the mountain, and suddenly the gravel on the ground seemed to be unable to withstand Jiang Liao's tall body, and countless gravel tumbled away from his feet, waving a thin layer of smoke and dust.

Not only is opening the mountain a practice, but it turns out that going down the mountain is also a practice. Jiang Liao opened the ladder, met the wild flowers on the cliff and the apocalypse, watched the clouds on the top of the mountain and broke the mirror, at the moment when the clouds were picked, Jiang Liao had already come to the middle of the apocalypse. At this moment, stepping down from the mountain road, Jiang Liao's mind moved again. He walked a new path that no one had ever walked on, a path that he himself opened with a hammer and a chisel, and the moment he got up, the moment he landed, Jiang Liao saw the threshold of the peak of the Apocalypse.

The two of them walked north first, until they reached the entrance of Cangtou Town, and saw the big locust tree in the distance. Suddenly, he heard a real thunder from the Heavenly Candle Peak dozens of miles away, and there was lightning on the top of the peak under the clear sky, Jiang Liao sensed it, and was happy in his heart, and suddenly looked back and said softly in his heart: Master, cherish.

Wang Yuanwai, who was obviously a little older, was supported by his daughter-in-law and the dog, and waved to the two under the locust tree tremblingly, with an excited look on his face.