Wind and snow spread across Hanyang

Twenty-two years before the Great Qin calendar, the second day of the second month of February. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The dragon raises its head, the sky rises to the sun, and everything recovers.

Noon.

Outside the old capital of the Han Dynasty.

A monk in a black hat walked silently, with a hat with a low brim, and even at noon it was impossible to see his face under the hood.

The monk didn't walk fast, but he wasn't slow either.

He didn't know where he came from, he wanted to enter the old capital.

After a cup of tea, he walked into the ground shrouded in evil qi for three thousand miles, and the wind rose.

The wind is very normal, not heavy.

After a stick of incense, as the monk walked in, the wind became stronger.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, this repair walked into 30,000 miles.

Call!

At this moment, the old capital set off a strong wind, and this Xiu stopped, and he raised his head.

Roar!

The black mist roared, and it was as if a giant beast was sleeping, about to wake up.

There was a thud, as if something was shattering, and with this sound, the wind gradually subsided.

"This place has been condensed for less than a year, how can you take shape?"

This cultivator sneered, and with this laughter, the black mist surged, and a coercion that could not be perceived by ordinary spiritual realms rolled in, and spread in all directions.

"That's very good. ”

Looking at this scene, the monk's eyes flashed, and he muttered, "Only in this way can those supreme beings be jealous and can't interfere—"

"In this way, we can let this seat do whatever it wants!"

The monk's voice was cold, and it dispelled the evil aura around him.

......

As the black mist roared, a nine-foot fat man took the opportunity to use the escape talisman, leaving only a fierce mountain-swallowing monk in place.

"I let you escape—"

The man smiled and turned away.

His speed is very fast, even here, it is like the outside world, it is hard to imagine, when he is not shackled, his speed is comparable to Tongtian?

He has a name, called Futu Jiuming, but he prefers to call himself a ghost!

......

In the northwest of the old capital, Han Tan's sword was plunged straight into the throat of a mountain-shaking peak, and looking at this person without turning a blind eye, he put away his sword and raised his head.

"Is this place banned? Sure enough, there is a law realm power that does not follow the rules, and with this earth's evil qi changing, this person should only be the first to enter the heavens-"

"Yingteng is really scheming and calculating, if there is no wanted warrant, how many forces in this world dare to attack me?"

"It's good to come, although my luck in Dahan is dead, but after killing, it will definitely help me break through to the fifth realm——"

Han Tan chuckled, and the laughter was very eerie.

......

Nangong stopped, looked up at the sky, and looked contemplatively.

"Senior brother, what's wrong?" a female cultivator asked blankly.

Suddenly, a pair of confused eyes looked at Nangong-

Nangong shook his head and said with a smile: "It's nothing!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and no one saw the worry in his eyes.

......

......

Southeast of the old capital.

There is a river, the water is very clear, there are no fish and shrimp.

A woman sits by the river, looking worried.

She didn't see it, and behind her, a dark shadow came silently, and the long sword was handed out, piercing her body.

"Huh?"

The visitor was slightly stunned, but his sword did not encounter resistance, and pierced through her like this.

After a breath, his eyes condensed, his expression changed dramatically, and his body quickly retreated.

But it was too late.

A stream of water spread along the sword, carrying a chill that covered his right hand and stretched towards his arm.

The retreating monk's eyes flashed with fierceness, and a wisp of mountain power burst out, and his right arm and shoulder were broken.

The severed arm fell to the ground and immediately dissolved.

The afterglow swept over his eyes, and his originally pale face twitched fiercely, and at the same time, his speed increased again.

"If you retreat, I'll kill you—"

The woman's voice came, and the black shadow stopped, not daring to take another step, cold sweat dripping on her forehead.

"Mirror Flowers?" the black shadow's voice was hoarse and trembling slightly, which showed the fear in his heart.

"Good vision, who are you?"

The woman didn't turn around, she looked up at the sky with a cold expression.

"Ground Nineteen!"

"Huh?"

The woman stood up, turned around and said, "You can be in the ground building, and the mountain realm is nineteen, it seems that you have killed a lot of swallowing mountains-"

Hearing the woman's words, the figure trembled, and his face became even paler.

"Don't think about killing yourself—"

The black shadow is as white as paper.

All his thoughts, in front of her, were peeled away sentence by sentence.

"I'll miss one with a sword, and you'll be you. It's a scabbard—"

The woman walked all the way through the dark shadow, without looking at him.

Only a scabbard stuck in the ground remained.

"Thank you, master!"

The black shadow lowered his head, willingly, and as his words fell, a sword chant came out of the river.

Then a long sword as black as ink shot out and galloped towards him.

Sonor!

The sword is sheathed.

On this day, two men appeared in the old capital, one was handsome and plump, and behind him, followed by a man with a broken arm with a sword on his back.

All but the first man who met them died.

Word came out from someone who didn't die—

Prince Tan, in the southeast!

No one knew that in this land, two Korean princes appeared.

......

Hanjie to Yangtian, now Hanyang County of Daqin.

The second night of the first month of February.

The sky has changed.

It began to snow.

The county marquis stood tall and stood under the eaves of the county government, looking at the heavy snow in the sky, with a solemn expression.

Even in the face of Emperor Han, he has never been so jealous.

Junhou Yingteng looked at Han Jiudu with a gloomy face, "Which family sect is it that broke the rules!"

"Check!"

The marquis of the county was furious, and millions of corpses were ambushed.

......

Twenty-two years before the Great Qin calendar, heavy snow fell in the sun, after dozens of days, it never stopped, and the world was vast.

On the same day, in the west of Hanyang County, a family that has been inherited for hundreds of thousands of years, there was a desperate roar -

The more than 50,000-year-old ancestor of the clan sits!

For the supreme 100,000 years of life, 50,000 years is only half of the time, and there are no secrets about the ancestors of the clan.

The world only knows that a month later, the Great Qin army forcefully wiped out this family.

On that day, the sky in the west of Hanyang fell apart, and that battle was beyond ordinary people's imagination.

No one thought that this family would have a big rebellion!

What is the Great Rebellion?

The great rebel, the one who rebelled from the mountain realm.

Kill!

A strong family has vanished.

All the Spirit Realm and Law Realm cultivators were killed.

Only those mortal realms are left, reduced to sinners.

......

Twenty-two years before the Great Qin calendar.

The wind and snow are all over Hanyang, the county marquis is angry, the supreme body has fallen, and the family has withered.

At the same time, no matter which sect it is, the disciples who were sent to pursue Prince Tan, except for those who have already entered the forbidden land, have all been recalled to the sect.

Even the disciples of the Sixth Realm who had entered the Forbidden Land were warned that they could not use the realm to forcibly kill Han Tan.

Just because the wind and snow were all over Hanyang, many sects were afraid and didn't dare to do anything out of the ordinary.

For this is not a celestial sign, but a vision.

And in the Korean world, there is only one person who can trigger this vision-

Mountain Lord!

Because of the luck of Junshan, people who are greedy in their hearts can only be afraid to bring them back to their senses.

They all remembered the thing they had deliberately forgotten—

Han Huang is the eldest son of the mountain lord, and Han Tan is the eldest grandson of the mountain lord!

Although the lord of the mountain did not speak.

But everyone knows that peers can kill Han Tan, but if anyone bullies the small with the big and dares to force the realm with the realm, then the mountain master will do the same-

There is no sect that dares to provoke the mountain master, this is a peerless powerhouse with one person, one sect, one person, one emperor clan. This is the first person in the world.

Even if it's a living emperor, he doesn't dare to easily make enemies with the mountain lord——*ps: This chapter is very good, especially the number of "three hundred and sixty"...