In the first year of Dongyu, he adjusted his injuries, broke the flail on the ground, recovered from his injuries, and at the same time peeked through himself in those injuries, and stepped into the middle and late stages from the early stage of the dragon's eye realm within a year, and finally entered the realm of knowing me. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the winter of the first year, when the snow was falling, he found an ordinary blacksmith shop, bought a fine iron sword, and then disappeared into the land of Dongyu and began to continue his path.

He didn't finish his path, and he continued to walk there.

In the spring of the following year, he met a group of fleeing ordinary people, and under the guidance of the common people, he struck into a sect that had done many evils and was feared by one sword, and the killing was earth-shattering, countless cultivators were killed with a sword, and the corpses were angrily whipped by the common people who poured in, and the hatred contained in them was eager to eat their flesh and drink their blood.

When he killed the wicked, the people praised his merits, and his good name spread across the earth like a spring breeze, alarming many people.

In the autumn of that year, the red maple on the top of a mountain cried blood, and he stood there, still with one man and one sword, and his white clothes were stained with blood, killing many people, and the blood of those people stained the foothills of the mountain, and the red leaves were clustered and mixed with the blood and water, and he couldn't tell whether it was maple red or blood, but only made people's hearts frightened.

The mortals of Dongyu had been kneeling for so many years, and of course they understood that the white-haired young man had been protecting them, and mortals had no power, so that young man taught them some kung fu of kendo, let them practice martial arts, and then unite to avoid oppression.

He didn't care about the gratitude of mortals, he still had a long way to go, and he still had a lot to do.

In the summer of the third year of his arrival in Dongyu, there was a torrential rain pouring in the sky, and countless cultivators from famous sects blocked his way.

The strength of these cultivators was extremely strong, dozens of powerhouses of the Dragon Eye Realm gathered together, and the powerhouses who entered the Netherworld alone also had to temporarily avoid the edge, but he did not choose to retreat.

Just like on the grassland, one person fights thirteen people, and one person kills thirteen people, he has white hair and white clothes and holds an iron sword, and he never retreats.

He said: "Seventy years of life with a sword, which of you can understand?"

On that day, drifting and raining heavily, pouring down, blood and water blended, and corpses were strewn all over the field.

On that day, Zhang Chunsheng, an immortal from Yubei, killed all the enemies who stood in the way, making them heartbroken, and breaking their hearts.

In the seventy years of a sword, seventy super masters of the Dragon's Eye Realm who were famous in Dongyu all fell in one day, and they died without blinking their eyes, shocking not only Dongyu, but also Beihai, Western Jin, and Jingle.

After that day, the total number of masters of the Dragon Eye Realm in Dongyu was instantly reduced by a small half, and the young man Zhang Chunsheng with white clothes and white hair and black iron sword had already shaken the entire Dao Domain, and the people of the world called him the Yubei Immortal according to the location of his hometown revealed in his words.

The Netherworld Immortals of Dongyu finally couldn't sit idly by, and an old man who had been alone in the Netherworld a thousand years ago walked out of a certain major sect in Dongyu and began to look for the young swordsman who was called the Yubei Immortal.

In the spring of the fourth year of entering Dongyu, the Netherworld Immortal finally found him.

At that time, he was still in the late stage of the dragon's eye, and in the face of the power of the older generation, no one thought that he could survive.

Peeping through life and death and entering the netherworld, the existence of this level is really different from the dragon's eye realm, not to mention that this old man has already mastered a small world, and with the power of heaven and earth, how can he not take a junior of the dragon's eye realm?

On this day, somewhere in the depths of Dongyu, there were earth-shattering fluctuations in the heavens and the earth, and many people speculated that the old-timer finally found the demon who killed countless people.

That spring came to an end in a hurry, and both the Netherworld predecessor and the demon disappeared and never appeared again, and many people suspected that they had died together.

Of course he didn't die, but he was seriously injured and had to hide, he passed by a sea of flowers on an autumn morning, saw the bouquets of flowers all over the ground, and thought these flowers were very beautiful, but there was a hidden sense of inexplicability, until an old man who saw flowers passed by with a smile, saying that the flowers are called this shore flowers, and only those who really love each other can make this shore flowers bloom, and this sea of flowers is conceived after the hearts of countless fairy couples. Listening to this rumor, he remembered Chen Qiusi's three words for no reason, and then laughed at it.

In the winter of the fourth year, the white-haired demon reappeared in Dongyu, as if to herald his victory.

No one believed that he could kill the Netherworld with the dragon's eye, but it seemed to be true, and most importantly, his monstrous killing was ignited again, and the cultivators of Dongyu had no chance of surviving as long as they were judged evil by him.

The people of Dongyu chanted loudly to praise his merits, but the cultivation world began to surge, and countless killing intents gathered together like a tide.

Several Netherworld powerhouses shot in unison, and finally succeeded in making him seriously injured and escape, this time he completely disappeared from Dongyu.

Because he appeared in the Western Jin Dynasty.

He who appeared in the Western Jin Dynasty became more powerful and invincible, and even the existence of peeking through life and death into the netherworld may not be his opponent.

Year after year, year after year, he stayed in the Western Jin Dynasty for three years.

He killed for three years, and the strength of the cultivators of the Western Jin Dynasty was stronger than that of the Eastern Yu, he spent a lot of effort to get rid of the pursuit, and he had also fallen into an almost desperate trap, but he survived all of them, and even the pursuit of several Nether Immortals failed to erase the sharp edges and corners in his heart.

He was very tired, walking and killing year after year, which made him tired, but he did not stop because he was tired like he did in the year of the weak crown, but continued to walk, walking mountains and rivers and walking the world.

He knew that how many people he killed would save countless times the number of people, and he thought more seriously about those people who deserved to die and those who didn't, maybe he couldn't be completely just, but every cultivator who died in his hands had a reason to die.

Year after year, he walked for six years in the Western Jin Dynasty and killed for six years.

There are very few people who agree with his approach, because in the cold and ruthless monastic world, everything is centered on self-interest, and any action to do for others is regarded as stupidity and suicide, and there is nothing darker than this, and few people can understand his choice.

But he doesn't need to understand, after walking for so many years, killing for so many years, and thousands of lives on his hands, his heart has long been numb, no matter how many thorns there are on the road ahead, he will be moths to the fire.

He stayed in the Western Jin Dynasty for six years, during which he was entangled with more than a dozen Netherworld Immortals, he was never afraid, a sword for seventy years, this sword even the Netherworld has to be feared, what else is there to be afraid of?

After tossing and turning, he finally looked south to Jingle one day.

Then he left the Western Jin Dynasty, walked silently, and then set foot in the land of Jingle.

The strength of the Jingle Cultivation Realm is the weakest in the Dao Domain, and even the mortals here are not as desolate as other places, and even the cultivators dare not claim to be immortals, and they also use the word "human" to measure it.

When he came to Jingle, he learned that there were dozens of royal courts in Jingle, large and small, and almost every royal court had a mortal king, and those cultivators who were originally powerful had to bow down in front of these mortal kings.

Only then did he know that the iron hooves of the Jingle Royal Court could even shatter the aura of the cultivators, and he knew at this time that the 100,000 arrows were clustered like a canopy, and the dragon's eye realm would also have to retreat.

Here, the royal court is in full swing, except for those who are outside the world, most of the rest of the cultivators have to abide by the laws of the royal court, and dare not exceed the slightest step, and those Taoist sects will even be afraid of the grassland iron hoof horse stepping on the mountain gate.

These pictures subverted his thoughts, he suddenly knew, how to let mortals have the power to protect themselves, a cultivator of the Enlightenment Realm can kill nearly a hundred mortals, can rival a first-grade martial arts master, then, in the face of those ironclad heavy horsemen who come on horseback, what will happen to them? In the face of the rain of arrows, they also screamed sadly.

Although Jing Le's royal court has begun to take shape, it still can't really achieve what he wants, because Jing Le has more than a dozen Netherworld Immortals, and he doesn't know how many strong people are hiding in the dark, and the Netherworld is truly beyond the shackles of the world, even if 100,000 iron horsemen charge, they can't hurt it in the slightest.

He understood, so he was in Jingle, and only slashed the netherworld.

In the first year, he walked for a long time in the court of King Jingle, and finally found an old demon in the Netherworld, who he fought with and killed him with a sword for seventy years, and then was seriously injured and disappeared.

The Jingle Royal Court shook, and the hearts of all the Netherworld powerhouses were shocked, and they began to search for his clues.

The people who came from Dongyu and the Western Jin Dynasty have also set foot on this land and began to look for his traces, the murder he made in Dongyu and the Western Jin Dynasty has long been washed away, if they can, those noble Netherworld Immortals don't mind putting down their faces and joining forces to besiege this junior who knows my realm.

The next year, he appeared again on the Jingle grassland, and still killed a Netherworld senior, this time, he was not as seriously injured as last time, and even had the heart to spare after the war, so he bought a pot of good wine from the wine seller on the grassland, and sang drunk.

That pot of wine is the unique craft of the ancestor of the wine seller, and the name of the wine is very meaningful, called Fusheng, Fusheng, Fusheng, Fusheng Life, Fusheng Life, Yuyu sighs Fusheng.

He liked it so much that he bought a large pot to hang on his waist, and took a sip of it in his spare time, as if he had forgotten all his sorrows.

At this time, Jing Le had already gathered too many Dao Domain Netherworld powerhouses, and they were looking for his traces everywhere, wanting to kill him with thunder.

In the third year, he stood on the Jingle grassland, drunk and drunk, still with white hair and white clothes and black iron sword, and left here without any nostalgia and walked towards the north.

The Jingle Royal Court has begun to take shape, and there are already too many Dao Netherworld Immortals gathered here, although he can kill Netherworld with his dragon's eye, but he is invincible with two fists and four hands, so he disappeared and prepared to return to his hometown, the land called Beihai, and then lead the people of Beihai to establish a kingdom, form an army, and defend the dignity of mortals.

After more than ten years, he finally remembered his hometown, Beihai, the small Yubei City, his father's grave, his mother, and the woman in red named Chen Qiusi.

For more than ten years, he went from Beihai to Dongyu, to the Western Jin Dynasty, finally set foot in Jingle, and finally embarked on a journey back to Beihai, a good cycle of cause and effect. (To be continued.) )