Everyone saw Chen Gong standing on the top of the lone cliff, but no one moved.

"Although these people are not outstanding disciples among the various sects of Muxiu Prefecture's cultivation, the fact that you can let so many people surround and kill you is enough to show that they attach importance to you. Among them, there is also a great elder in the sect, who is in charge of this place, and the rest are all disciples with considerable talents among the various sects. Heng Luo said, Chen Gong listened, but did not speak, just swept his gaze to the people under the cliff.

"You're here with me, they don't dare to come. Heng Luo suddenly said confidently.

Chen Gong didn't look at him, just looked at the night mist in the distance, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I have something to ask for." ”

"Oh? Heng Luo was a little surprised, but he knew that Chen Gong would definitely not seek his own protection.

"If I die, I hope you can deliver the book in my arms to a person named Bai Yue, if she is still alive and well, she should be in the ruins of the Ancient Xiao Gate. Chen Gong said.

"Bai Yue, hehe, I've wanted to meet her for a long time. Don't worry, I will definitely take that book to the Heavenly Killing Peak of the Guxiao Mountain Range, as for whether she can take the book away from my hand, it depends on whether her Void Immortal Divine Thunder is really as powerful as the legend. Heng Luo said lightly, speaking extremely confidently.

He didn't ask about the relationship between Chen Gong and Bai Yue, nor did he say what would happen if the book didn't fall into his hands. If Chen Gong died, the clouds and fog in his arms would definitely be obtained by those who surrounded and killed, and he could only go forward to rob it at that time, but now he answered very directly and simply.

Chen Gong was a little surprised that Hengluo knew Bai Yue, after all, although Muxiu Prefecture and Jinyang Prefecture were adjacent, the two states were vast, and Bai Yue's name could actually be spread to Muxiu Prefecture, and he didn't know what big things Bai Yue had done during the time he was trapped in Qinguang Wangcheng.

But now he didn't have time to ask so much, he just bowed to Heng Luo and thanked him.

Hengluo said a little strangely: "Don't you need me to bring her something?"

"No, I don't. Chen Gong shook his head and said.

"Really, how did you die, avenge you, or something?" Heng Luo was even more curious.

"No, I'm already a monster in the eyes of others, damn it. If it had been before, I would have killed someone like myself, so I knew I had a reason to die. It's just that I'm not willing to die, and I still have a lot of things to do, so I want to go back and return to Guxiao Tianjian Peak in Jinyang Prefecture, and never get into the dust of the world. If I die, they will definitely crush my bones and scatter ashes, so let my flesh and blood be sprinkled in this green mountain, and from then on I can be quiet and silent, which can be regarded as a death in line with my identity as a mountain god. Chen Gong said calmly.

"You're really weird, one moment arrogant, the next depressed. You can't go back alive in this state, unless you take out the kind of sword in your hand just now, and the world is not afraid of the sharp spirit to have a trace of vitality. If the heart is dead, even if there are thousands of avenues, infinite spells will rarely live forever. Heng Luo looked Chen Gong up and down, and seemed to disagree with Chen Gong's approach of arranging the aftermath.

"Hehe, sometimes arranging things behind you is like removing the dust in your heart and driving away the depression in your chest. When the time comes, a single sword, like a sharp stone blade, is not afraid of the sky falling, these ten sides are surrounded and killed, but the breeze blows on my face, and can only blow my forehead. Chen Gong said lightly, the sound was not loud at the beginning, but it fell back in this space, and in the end, Chen Gong raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and the whistling sound was still echoing in the mountains, but there was already a sword roar rising to the sky.

The sword has sword intent, the sword intent is idealistic, when the heart is heroic and sharp, the sword momentum is naturally unstoppable, and the murderous spirit is soaring.

In the dark heaven and earth, a sword light rose like a meteor, and Chen Gong was like a long white sword spike, without the slightest weight, as soft as nothing.

Turning into a sword, although it was not prosperous, the fierce sword qi spread out and just wrapped Chen Gong in it.

"Hahaha, okay, then let me play a song for you. Heng Luo laughed, and the whole person diffused a kind of crazy peerless edge.

As soon as his words fell, the whole person suddenly disappeared in the void, and when he reappeared, he was already in the gray pavilion at the top of the cliff. The moon sleeves of the star robe flicked on the stone table, and a stone qin appeared on the table, the gray qin five strings, at a glance, it is known that it is a stone string, but there are mountain cloud patterns on this qin, which is the pattern of the mountains under his jurisdiction, but this mountain god qin is like the mountain scepter that Chen Gong obtained at the beginning, it is a treasure to suppress the aura of the mountain range.

Now, the others have sat down, and their hands are flicked on the stone qin, and a sonorous killing sound rises in an instant, which is extremely abrupt, like an attack horn in an ambush on the battlefield.

There was a murderous aura in the sound, and it spread instantly.

At the moment when the piano sounded, a voice sounded in the void: "The demon wants to escape, stop him!"

When this voice started, it was the time when Chen Gong's body moved with the sword and floated away. I saw a person ten meters away from Chen Gong, his body shape changed, and he stopped in front of Chen Gong, and with a wave of his hand, a golden spell spilled out, and the golden light flooded Chen Gong.

The other party's brows stretched, the corners of his mouth chuckled, and then the smile was not fully expanded, a sword light fell like a bloody curtain, and in his eyes he seemed to see a sword with only a blade and no hilt, the black light on the sword body fused with the red light in the sword, but as soon as he saw it, there was already a stinging pain in his heart, and he only had time to let out a scream.

The curtain of blood vanished, and a skeleton stained with flesh and blood fell from the void into the mountains.

It was only a matter of moments, and in the distance only a red light could be seen in the darkness, and those who stood in its way had been reduced to skeletons.

"Hahahaha, okay, such swordsmanship, how many people in the world can have it!" Heng Luo sat in the small pavilion and laughed, his hands swiped on the piano, and the sound of the piano echoed in this space, the sound of killing, Jin Ge Iron Horse, if there is substance.

He didn't know when, his calm eyes had become hot, and he opened his mouth and sang loudly: "There is a sword immortal in Jinyang, peerless and alone, the body is like withered carrion, and the heart is like a mirror sword." ”

His voice was extremely infectious, and even if he closed his eyes, he could imagine a living image of a sword fairy because of the sound.

Just as he was singing here, an old man's voice sounded in the void: "The demon is powerful in swordsmanship, don't be approached by him." ”

From Chen Gong drawing his sword to cutting a person into a skeleton with a sword, in an instant, all kinds of spells rose into the sky in the night sky under the starlight and waning moon, and all kinds of magic weapons shone brightly, just like countless fireworks rising, dangerous and beautiful.

With the foil of these spells and magic weapons, this moment is like the most splendid moment in Chen Gong's life, being in the sword light, fighting for that glimmer of life.

Chen Gong was drowning in the bombardment of boundless spells and magic weapons in an instant, and Heng Luo on the cliff pulled the stone strings and continued to sing loudly: "The laughter is carried forward in the breeze, the sword curtain is swaying the skeleton, the magic treasure is all over the sky, and a little sword intent breaks through." ”

In the void, the vitality fluctuates, and a person comes from all directions, or hidden, or flies, or stepping on treasures, all of them look silent. In the void that had been submerged in spells and magic weapons, a black and red sword light flickered and flickered, like a trace of ice and snow in a colorful wave, ready to melt and disillusion at any time.

More than thirty outstanding disciples of the younger generation of the major cultivation sects stood in the void, looking at the dyed heaven and earth on their heads, constantly pinching the magic tricks, casting spells or urging magic weapons, trying their best to kill that sword light.

Suddenly, a brilliant red light rushed out from the brilliant colored light, swaying like the Milky Way being swept away by a strong wind, scattering in all directions.

There was a young disciple in front of him, a little cold light was reflected in his eyes, his heart was frightened, and he was about to run away, but his eyes were tingling, and the sharp blade entered his brain, and a warning faintly came from his ears: "Everyone be careful, this is the Immortal Demon Slash." ”

However, he never had a chance to be careful, and he couldn't understand how this sword could be so fast, so fast that he didn't even react at all. Little did he know that when his body fell to the ground, three people had already turned into corpses like him.

"The sword light shook the sky, and the world-breaking immortals and demons slashed. The sound of Hengluo's piano suddenly became excited, merging with the momentum that soared into the sky.

In the midst of the chaos of spells, a brilliant red light rose into the sky and flashed away into the distance.

A Taoist female cultivator stepped forward and pinched the spell, but before the spell started, blood sprayed between her neck, and the person withered like a green leaf.

"Don't look at his sword!" a voice rang out in the air behind him.

However, between his words, the red light of the Red Flame Sword was dazzling, but the deadly black sword gang was hidden in the night, and flew out for more than ten miles in an instant, and the person blocking in front only paid attention to the red light in the sword, but he died at the touch of the sword gang.

The Red Flame Sword is no longer a sword, but a piece of sword light, even Chen Gong's whole person is wrapped in the sword light, like a lightning flash, and it has disappeared into the sky in a flash, and many people can only see the sword light, but not Chen Gong in the sword light.

More than ten miles away, along the way, there were fast-reacting monks who flew forward to stop them, but all of them were stabbed to death by a sword, and they didn't even have the strength to fight back.

The moment the sword light stabbed out, the speed was so fast that no one could dodge it, killing the rest of the people in fear, but fortunately, the sword light did not stop at all, and it had disappeared under the stars in a blink of an eye. Only some monks who were a little closer and had excellent eyesight could see Chen Gong's red eyes under the sword light, and there was madness, struggle, and confusion in his eyes, and they could also see that his body was crippled.

"Chase, he's already seriously injured, don't let him get away!" an old voice sounded.

In the blink of an eye, the mountain returned to calm, and the corpses that fell from the mountains and forests were all brought back by the same disciple brothers, and disappeared in an instant, and the next time I saw their figures, they were already a hundred and ten miles away. After they left, the smoke rose from the mountains and dispersed, and a mountain range centered on the lonely cliff disappeared into the mist.

Only the passionate sound of the piano still spread far away, and there was still a whispering chant in the sound of the piano: "The remnant of the sword is gone, leaping 100,000 miles, looking back at the eyes like blood, and the demon is thinking." ”

What the heavens and the earth looked like 100,000 years ago can only be found in legends now, and these legends can only be legends among the immortals, ordinary secular people simply cannot have such a long record.

However, now, although the Immortal Dao is difficult to achieve and the Divine Dao is weak, the cultivation wind in the Void Immortal Continent is quite prosperous. The world envies the immortal cultivators, whether they are poor or rich, they have to send the children of the family to the immortal gate to practice, although as far as the entire Void Immortal Continent is concerned, there is no real immortal avenue at all, but there are still people who send their own children to the immortal gate in their eyes, how do the secular mortals know that the so-called big sects and small sects in the cultivation realm are the same in their eyes, all of them are immortals.