The rivers and lakes are lonely. Jianghu Road is originally a lonely road. It's just that now the road that Gu Xiaowen is taking is too lonely.

From Ruoshui Peach Blossom Beach to Jianchang, an ancient road climbs in the rain. In the long rain and fog, the road came out of the clouds and fell under the feet. Except for the corpses torn apart by living corpses that can be seen everywhere on the side of the road, there is no one to be seen. Except for the living corpses that suddenly pounced on from the rain and mist, there was no sign of people.

The more you go, the more lonely you become.

Gu Xiaowen is not afraid of living corpses, she is laughing herself, her martial arts are so high that she doesn't even know how high she is. Only Kong Jiusi or the Holy Lord can refer to it.

Gu Xiaowen wanted to cry again, killing the living corpse all the way to the holy mountain, this way, only death was accompanied, thinking of Yan Ping, she really wanted to cry. Killing one living corpse will only make you sick, killing a hundred living corpses is like being in a disgusting nightmare, doing one thing over and over again will end up being a nightmare.

Finally, we arrived at the Holy Mountain and arrived at the Seven Islands Lake. The holy mountain is the original cloud mountain, and it is the most strange mountain in Shu Mountain, where the strange peaks compete for beauty. In the rain of Shu Mountain, the clouds and mist are shrouded, a peak protrudes from the cloud mountain, and a cloud mountain turns into a peak. Between the changes of clouds and mountains, where can you distinguish between mountains and clouds. Only when the clouds and mountains collapse and the sun shines brightly can we see the whole picture. However, the Seven Islands Lake in the deep mountains is rarely found.

Gu Wanwen had no intention of appreciating the excellent scenery in the world, pushed away the clouds and mist, and walked into the depths of the clouds, what he saw was still rain-soaked corpses, and there were more and more living corpses, Gu Qiaowen just used light body kung fu and did not entangle with them. Up to a peak, another peak, the peak on the peak, the more strange the mountain, the steeper the road, to the back, is the cliff. There are no apes or vultures on the cliffs. There were only a few living corpses haunting in the mist, hearing Gu Qiaowen's sound, the living corpses hanging on the cliff turned around to look at Gu Qiaowen, in the cloudy eyes, on this hanging cliff, Gu Wanwen felt that there was still human sorrow in the eyes of the living corpse for no reason.

Alas, Gu Xiaowen sighed, is this going to climb to the sky? I'm afraid that the sky is also a world of living corpses.

Climbing alone on the cliff of clouds and mist, Gu Xiaowen crawled and crawled, feeling that only the clouds and mist were left in the sky, and the cliff was no more. When the rain entered the night, it disappeared, as if the night here was a bottomless pit, and even the boundless rain of the day was swallowed by it, and then spit out a round of bright moon, the bright moon was within reach, Gu Xiaowen felt that as long as he jumped lightly, he would jump to the moon.

Don't fall asleep? Gu Xiaowen reminded himself, as if he had entered a dream. However, just on this cloud mountain, it was like a dream.

Under the moonlight, looking back, the overlapping peaks are already small, like a bunch of rockeries piled up there, and I am alone hanging on a lonely peak, this is the last lonely peak.

Gu Feng is like a sword, and he is a peerless swordsmanship on the tip of the sword. When Gu Xiaowen made such a comparison, he felt comfortable, but he didn't know if he could be able to make peace with his peerless swordsmanship, if he couldn't, it would be better to compare himself to a defeated corpse on this lonely sword peak.

At this time, the clouds dispersed, and the fog subsided. Heaven and earth are clear. Du Gong said that the mountains are small at a glance, but here is a small view of the rivers and lakes. From a distance, the rivers and lakes of Shishu Mountain are just mustard seeds, and the fame and fortune in this rivers and lakes are not as good as mustard seeds. The Holy Lord of the Poison Mound Gate lives in the first mountain of Shu Mountain, overlooking the rivers and lakes every day, but he is such a heart, which makes people laugh.

Next to the bright moon, the sky is as blue as water, only accompanied by this lonely sword peak, no wonder the original name is a cloud mountain.

That cloud is so strange, motionless, the clouds and mist have not dispersed, Gu Xiaowen can't distinguish the truth from the fake, if it is clear today, Gu Wanwen can see clearly, it is not a cloud, but a white palace that rises in the sky.

A white palace floated in the air like a cloud.

Don't fall asleep. Gu Xiaowen said to himself. But I didn't feel sleepy, maybe it was too vulgar for me to think like this. Gu Xiaowen climbed to the top of the Lone Sword Peak. On the top of the narrow peak, there was a dilapidated pavilion, and there were three words on the pavilion: Yanyue Pavilion. Out of the pavilion, a white stone path led to the white palace. At this time, Gu Xiaowen could see clearly, it turned out that this Lone Sword Peak was relatively a hundred zhang away, and there was a peak, and the two peaks were facing each other, and this white palace started with two peaks, and thousands of thick iron chains were implicated, paved with white stone slabs, thinking that it was the foundation. This white palace is built on it, like an eternal white cloud, floating in the time and space frozen by this ghostly workmanship.

Then, this place should be called Shuangjian Peak.

After walking through a volley of double roads, I arrived at the palace gate, only to see a white jade plaque on the door, on which the words "a cloud palace" were written.

Gu Xiaowen pushed open the heavy stone palace door. On the top of the palace, the bright tiles are dense, and the moonlight in the hall is like water at this time, and the hall is like a white jade cup full of moonlight.

In this year of Shushan rivers and lakes, the white palace is whiter than the moonlight. Gu Xiaowen was even paler than this palace.

In this fairyland-like place, several living corpses wandered in the moonlight through the Ming Wa, like ghosts sprinkled by the moonlight, and on the throne at the end of the hall, a living corpse stood on it, suddenly opening its rotten mouth, like Gu Xiaowen roaring. Breaking through the dream realm of the fairyland, Gu Xiaowen suddenly woke up to the fact that he was still in the ghost realm.

Gu Xiaowen pulled out his soft sword, taking advantage of the lightness of the moonlight, the mighty wind of the sky, and the arrogance of the high places, thinking that he had killed all the living corpses to the sky, so he would simply do a big job. I only felt that the black blood of the living corpse was splashed on the edge of the glass texture of the moon overhead.

Wipe off the soft sword, Gu Xiaowen asked the living corpses everywhere, what about Qidao Lake?

Pushing open a side door of the main hall, Gu Xiaowen stepped into the air, hurriedly put the soft sword on the threshold with his backhand, and jumped back into the palace with his strength, and then leaned over to take a look. Outside this gate, the sky is vast, and there are no buildings. Below, however, was a lake in the moonlight.

Seven Islands Lake.

The Seven Islands Lake was originally in the high mountains and valleys under this Shuangjian Peak, surrounded by mountains on all sides, like a pond for a day. When Gu Xiaowen came, the front of this holy mountain was surrounded by thousands of walls, but it isolated these seven island lakes from the world, if he didn't climb this sword edge, he couldn't see it. Thinking that when the poisonous mound sect and other evil sects were not forced to Qidao Lake because of the sudden chaos of this living corpse, if there was a husband on the peak of these two swords, who would be able to fly through this natural danger and attack Qidao Lake?

Gu Xiaowen looked down at the calm lake again, and there was an inexplicable fear in his heart. The lake was filled with a huge black shadow, like a shipwreck as big as a city, this huge ship, between heaven and earth, made Gu Xiaowen instantly feel like he was in a stormy wave.

If you look closely, you can't see a shipwreck, but a floating ship. It's just that the night sky is the same color as the surface of the lake, and the lake light is connected with the moonlight, and the huge ship looks like a black shadow sunk in the lake. It turns out that this is the legend of the iron lock thousand boats: 999 large ships connected by iron locks, with seven small islands sunken in the lake as anchors and fixed in this big lake.

At this time, a light lit up on the huge ship of a thousand ships, and in an instant, thousands of lights were lit up one after another, and a huge fireship was moored in this great valley of heaven and earth. Thousands of lights illuminated the huge ship, and also illuminated the living corpses in this moonlit night, Gu Xiaowen heard the wail of a living corpse, and then a wail echoed, and then the howl of the living corpses in the valley. Looking down from the cloud palace between the two peaks, on the grass on the shore of the lake, the living corpses pressed by black pressure, across the lake, surrounded the huge ship in the lake, not only the two thousand legends of the rivers and lakes, for a while, Gu Xiaowen couldn't tell how many. Is Yan Ping on this huge ship? There are also Kong seniors and Daddy. Take advantage of the night. Gu Xiaowen thought, he couldn't wait any longer.

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