In November, dark clouds covered the sky, and an autumn rain fell to wet the mainland, wetting the blood in the northern wilderness and forests, and the autumn rain also drove away the last of the scorching heat brought by the autumn tigers. Countless people fled under the rain, fearing that they would struggle, and the rain would pierce their skin like a sword.

In the cherry blossom mountain range, the rain wets those cherry blossom trees, making them more transparent and bright, those flying cherry blossoms are like butterflies, and they can't fly into the sky after being wet by the rain, there is a most ordinary mountain road between the Qingtian Divine Sect and the Heavenly Dao Temple, but it seems ordinary and not ordinary.

Because countless Qingtian Divine Sect powerhouses could not go through that mountain path to the Heavenly Dao Sect on the top of the mountain, because there was a formation there that was left by the first generation of Divine Sect masters.

The first generation of Guan Zhu was originally an ordinary person, and he was an extremely lustful person, haunting and lingering in the middle of the brothel of the Qinglou every day, but he was such an ordinary person, in a dark night, he was also extraordinary, because a person wearing a green robe gave a different power from the world, but did not give immortality.

And then every viewer is an ordinary ordinary person, but one day will still be valued by the previous generation of the Heavenly Taoist Temple, given strength, but unable to live forever, every Heavenly Taoist Observatory is extremely ordinary, some are scholars, some soldiers, some farmers, such as this generation of the Viewer is a gambler, and just like Ye Wudao, just a rich child.

On the mountain road, a shadow walked forward, walked out of the mountain road that was half covered by clouds and mist, and slowly walked to the top of the mountain, no one knew how she walked through that formation, and no one knew that she was actually the illegitimate child of the master.

In front of the Heavenly Dao Temple, Li Zizi and the viewer looked at the goddess who was moving forward, and their eyes were different, Li Zizi was appreciative, while the viewer was plain.

"Very interesting girl, if she can reach the top of the mountain, I will give her strength," Li Zizi said with a smile.

The viewer was silent, his face was still so calm, this calmness was terrifying, because no one knew what the viewer was thinking, and the sloppy Taoist and the drunkard behind him were silent, one closed his eyes and the other drank.

"Do you know why there is a Heavenly Dao Temple?" Li Zizi asked suddenly.

It's not that I don't know the answer, I just can't understand the answer, just like this autumn rain seems to be the weather, but what really falls is the divine power of plums.

"You can't find it, and you can't let the master show up, then it is the existence of the Heavenly Dao Temple, and although you are strong, I still can't give you eternal life," Li Zizi said calmly

After hearing this, the viewer's face was slightly moved, and then he sighed, and he couldn't find it, because it was a higher existence than the blue sky and Haoyang, and he couldn't find the master because the master was connected to the red dust.

Li Zizi stretched out his hand to take a drop of rain, smiled slightly, did not speak, and then walked into the temple and walked into the temple.

The Guan Juan ignored Li Zizi's departure, and then continued to look at the moving shadow, and the goddess of the Qingtian Divine Sect finally had a trace of appreciation in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by calm.

The autumn rain fell on the mountain behind the academy, wetting the thatched hut, wetting the earth, wetting the green tree, Lu Xiaoxiao stood in the thatched hut to hide from the rain, Xiaoma stood by the window and looked at the sky. The forbidden place of the Houshan Book Collection was not wet by the rain, and the sky was like a screen covering the rain, and the big buffalo was lying not far away, eating the best grass, looking at the master reading under the waterfall.

In the south, because of an autumn rain, the battle between the Qingtian Divine Sect and the Great Song Dynasty was temporarily calmed, but this autumn rain made the Great Song army extremely embarrassed. This is the rain that falls from the blue sky and the bright sun, that is, for those who do not believe in themselves, it is rain, and for those who believe in themselves, it is a favor, just like the iron horse of the Qingtian Divine Sect.

In the middle of a hill on the Southern Plain, Ye Wudao walked in the mountains and forests, but the rain was not embarrassed, and there was no trace of rain on the robe, because after the rain fell into Ye Wudao's hair and robe, it was like a point of light, giving Ye Wudao strength, which was given to the next master by the blue sky and Haoyang.

In the mountains and forests, the rain fell, forming a talking mist, and Ye Wudao also stepped into the sixth realm, but this was still not enough, not enough to enter Lin'an City, half a step was not enough to see the academy, not enough to face Zhao Feng, but on the other hand, it was enough to face another person in the mountain forest.

The mountains and forests were silent at this time, as if all the beasts in the forest had fled because of a rain, and only the sound of the rain falling to the ground formed a soft song about the beauty and magnificence of nature.

At the end of the mountain forest is the lake in the mountains, where there is a person who is dressed in a gorgeous robe, which contrasts with Ye Wudao's robe, and the person holds a paper umbrella to block the rain, so that the rain cannot get close. The paper umbrella covered the man's face, but it couldn't cover the natural aura of the person's sixth realm, Ye Wudao stood on the other side of the lake and looked at the man calmly as usual.

"No matter how scared he is, he is afraid of the true god, and even more afraid of its return," the sound came from under the paper umbrella, which was so beautiful that it blended with the sound of rain.

Ye Wudao calmed down and then spoke, "No, it's the true god who is afraid, it's afraid."

The simple words are directly contrasting, there is no sarcasm in the tone, only plain, as if they are telling an ordinary thing like a friend who has not seen each other for many years, but the true God in these ordinary words and it are not ordinary, they are just existences that make the world afraid and fearful.

The rain drips on the lake, forming a circle of ripples, and the small fish in the lake are nervously hiding at the bottom of the lake, not daring to appear, because the breath of the two is too strong and terrifying, originally there was a firstborn beast in the lake, but at this time it did not know where to disappear.

The sound of footsteps sounded in the mountains and forests, and when Zhao Feng walked out of the mountains and forests and saw the two people on the side of the lake, a smile appeared on his face, this smile was ironic and mocking, because Zhao Feng looked down on them.

Although Ye Wudao and that person are in the sixth realm, Zhao Feng is still not afraid, because the realm of the academy is too special, so special that the master of the temple still loses to the master, and Qingtian Haoyang is a little jealous.

"The young patriarch of the True God Alien Race, the walking person of the Heavenly Dao Temple, and me, the walking person of the academy, are really lively," Zhao Feng said with a smile.

Ye Wudao naturally doesn't need to say that the paper umbrella youth is the young patriarch of the true god alien race, Tuotian, and now that Buddhism is weak, the forbidden land of the mountain is destroyed, and the Buddha Gate Heavenly Book enters the academy, and there are only three major forces in the world, which are the Daomen Demon Gate and the Academy.

The autumn rain fell, and the people of the three unknowable places gathered in this small mountain, naturally it was impossible to renew the old days, nor could it be a tea party, no one knew why they gathered, and no one knew their real purpose in the mountain.

"The academy is fearless, it's really not ordinary," Tuotian said as he looked at Zhao Feng through the paper umbrella.

Zhao Feng didn't speak, just smiled slightly to express his thanks, and then didn't say anything, Ye Wudao frowned, and didn't know why Zhao Feng appeared here.

"I called it to witness the death of the Lord under this Daomen," Tuotian looked at Ye Wudao and said.

Ye Wudao was silent, his face returned to calm, and he said, "Self-confidence is the biggest problem of your true god alien race."

Zhao Feng listened to the conversation between the two of them without saying a word, and stepped back slightly, because the true qi of the sixth realm of the two had been released, although he was not afraid, but this was a battle between the two, and he was just invited to watch.

The iron sword behind Ye Wudao came out in response, and when the long sword swung over, he saw the autumn rain falling obliquely, and the leaves flew away against the rain, Tuotian was silent, and pulled out the long knife at his waist, and the sound of the blade came out of the scabbard, and the sound of the mountain and forest was echoing, and the stones on the ground flew and collided with the leaves.

No one in the world knows the result of this battle, Zhao Feng will not mention Tuotian, nor will Ye Wudao say it, this autumn rain will end after five days.