In the late autumn of Shenque Mountain, the yellow leaves roll up in the sky, soaring into the sky, like the yellow tide is entwined, swimming through the thousands of mountains like this dragon and snake.

Those who worship the mountain and burn incense need to bathe and change clothes, calm their minds, and enter the ancestral hall of the master.

Who is the Master?

People teach the condenser of faith.

There is no blasphemy, no slander.

Even if it is a foreign sect, it is necessary to burn the three pillars of incense to show respect, and then start the sect dispute in the local area.

The golden-robed man sitting on top of the Black Jiao Feicha was named Zhao Beicheng, and he was one of the three kings of the Fenghua King Sect, "King Cheng", in the past, his strength was the peak of the Thirteen Realms, and he was the best among them, not much worse than the Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

The reason why the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was able to stand strong in the east was mostly due to the power of the Demon Venerable two hundred years ago.

It's just that now Fenghua Wangzong seems to have something to rely on, so he decided to invade from west to east.

Although the invasion was divided into several routes, one of them must have come to the Confucius Temple.

Worshipping the Master is a must.

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At this time.

It is still within the eastern border of Yunzhou.

The west wind is sluggish.

Rolled up with a vague figure, Edgeworth flew towards a certain mountain villa.

The figure walked to the door, dropped from the flying sword, grabbed the flying sword in his left hand, and looked up.

The plaque of the village gate is engraved with the four characters of "Beidou Villa".

The crane in the village raises its head, the pond fish swims, the cloud shadow Shu scrolls from the river surface, and the sound of men and women talking, the mist floats lightly like a veil, and thousands of chrysanthemums bloom proudly, lining out here only as if in the fairyland.

This lodge is clearly a paradise.

In addition, the Beidou Mountain Villa is a well-known gathering place for scattered cultivators in the east of the Yunzhou Continent.

The village is full of monks.

And the owner of the village is the strongest person in the thirteen realms, if it is not so, he cannot protect the scattered cultivation with his own strength, and obtain a pure land.

It's a pity that this pure land will be defiled today.

There will be no peace in this paradise in the future.

Because the figure had already stepped into the villa.

As soon as he stepped into the villa, many people looked at him, and many people locked on.

Because it's a strange breath.

"Who is Daoist friend like this?"

The figure glanced at all the Daoists and said with a smile: "Fenghua Wang Zong, True King." ”

As soon as the words settled, the monk who asked was stunned, and then said: "Fenghua Wang Sect should be the sect that stays in the country, the sect has a region, and those who come without telling it are called invasions, can you inform the Ten Thousand Swords Sect here?"

The True King smiled, "No." ”

He didn't wait for the monk to ask again, he just said, "Since this seat is here today, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect should not exist." ”

"Oh, why do you say so much?"

"Kyogen?"

The True King suddenly burst out laughing.

With a smile, he looked at the monk who dared to question him.

The monk was also a little strong, not afraid or afraid, carrying a spear behind his back, and looking like a military general of a human dynasty.

The True King took a step forward, his right hand casually, and the flying sword that had always been suspended behind his back was unsheathed, and without further ado, he shot directly at the monk.

It's not powerful, it's not fast, but it's a little weird.

The monk was not afraid, nor did he make any movements, but the spear stirred up a sharp current, piercing the sky and roaring towards the flying sword.

Next scene.

Wow~~

The flying sword directly slashed the spear, and the speed of going did not decrease in the slightest.

The spear-carrying monk was startled, and his reaction speed was extremely fast, and he retreated sharply, and the power of the Nine Heavens and Earths hidden in the Purple Mansion burst out with a finger.

Point at the sword, and at the true king behind the sword.

The wind in this heaven and earth suddenly froze, and in an instant, it turned into a majestic mountain, and bombarded towards the true king.

The next moment.

"Ahh

With an exclamation, the spear-carrying monk was shocked.

Just because the power of the Nine Heavens and Heavens was directly torn apart by the flying sword, it seemed that it did not play an obstructive role at all.

It's simply incredible.

It's no wonder that the gun-carrying monk was shocked.

The flying sword is getting closer.

Only then did he notice that there was a strange black membrane on the flying sword, and with this black membrane, it seemed to be indestructible and invincible.

It was too late to say that it was too late, and only a few thoughts flashed in the mind of the spear-carrying monk, and a long sigh came to his heart.

But at this moment, an extremely terrifying force of heaven and earth rose into the sky, like a giant hand, before it was formed, the air flow of the sky was extremely viscous and dripping, and the dust of the earth was soaring and rising like rushing to the sky.

And this was far beyond the aura of the spear-carrying monk's supernatural power turned into a big hand and grabbed directly at the flying sword.

Rumble!!!

The power was like a whirlpool, collapsing from all directions and ramming into the flying sword.

The flying sword was not damaged, and even the black membrane on the surface did not fluctuate in the slightest, and after only a slight pause of half a second, the flying sword broke free from its restraints and continued to maintain its original speed, directly piercing the head of the spear-carrying monk.

It's just a flash in the day.

The sword was stained with a little blood, and after the shock opened, it went around the air and returned to the back of the true king.

And the spear-carrying monk never thought that a word of "wild words" would cause death.

His skull was torn apart, the Purple Mansion was shattered, his soul was scattered, and he went to the reincarnation platform, and his body fell to the ground with a heavy weight.

At this time, in the middle of a quiet bamboo forest in the distance, the stone table was covered with black and white, and one person sat on each side.

Sitting in the east was an old man, who was the owner of the Big Dipper Villa, and at this time he looked at his palm in amazement, with a little surprise in his eyes.

How can it be?

The power he had just now was to destroy dozens of flying swords, but why didn't he stop the flying swords for half a second?

"What's wrong with you?"

A middle-aged man sitting in the west shouted.

When the old man was shouted like this, he came back to his senses, his expression turned a few times, and then said: "Brother Han, you leave the village quickly, this person is not good, you don't want to be involved." ”

"Who is the owner of the village?"

"Brother Han, you are the son of the sect master of the Luxia Sect, the son of the daughter will not be a pendant, you should leave quickly. ”

The middle-aged man saw that the old man was serious, so he nodded, and Edgeworth left.

When the old man saw him go away, he rose against the wind and volleyed towards the village gate.

After seeing the two-part body in front of the door, he sighed lightly, then looked up at the person who came, and said coldly: "What is the intention of the Western Sect to come to my East?"

"From now on, the two sects of the East and the West will be united, what can we talk about?" said the True King, and directly threw out a bottle of elixir, "If you eat it, you will not die." ”

The owner of the Big Dipper Villa couldn't help but laugh: "Are you crazy?"

The True King did not speak, but took a step forward, and a black membrane appeared around him, thick and dull, like the silent depths of the sea, and under his unconcealed revelation it showed a terrifying and mysterious taste.

The laughter of the owner of the Big Dipper Villa stopped abruptly, and he already felt the terrifying power contained in the black membrane.

He had some vague guesses, but he couldn't believe them.

His voice was a little hoarse, "What is this?"

The True King smiled and said, "Fourteen Realms." ”

The old man froze in place.

This was the answer he expected, and the most terrible answer!

A new realm means a reorganization of forces.

At the beginning, the existence of the Eleventh Realm directly overthrew the dynastic system.

After the twelve realms, the dynasty reincarnated under the sect.

In the Thirteen Realms, the status of the sect is more solid.

Now...

The Fourteenth Realm has arrived.

What will happen?

The old man only felt cold in his heart, as if he had entered the unbridled sea of blood in front of him.

It's time to kill and rob!

At this time, the son of the Sect Master of the Green Xia Sect, who was originally playing chess with him, turned back from the sword.

The old man and everyone in the village all looked up at the sky, and at some point, the cold light shimmered in the sky above the villa, and when they looked closely, they were the monks of the sword array.

These monks are disciples dressed in the clothes of the Fenghua Wangzong,

Obviously, the Big Dipper Villa has been surrounded.

The True King looked at the middle-aged man who had returned, and without saying much, he raised his hand and pointed at it, and a drop of "liquid" attached to the black membrane rushed directly towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man naturally resisted, but he couldn't make any effective defense at all, and was touched by the "liquid" in an instant.

As soon as he touched it, his eyes cracked in agony, and then he showed an infinite look of fear.

He was deprived of all strength, and his whole being began to grow old at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The black hair turned white, the teeth fell out, the skin withered, and then disappeared, and in a few blinks of an eye, it had turned into a white bone.

This white bone fell from the sky, and before it reached the end, it was blown out of the powder in the wind of Xiaosuo Mountain, and disappeared with the wind, never to be seen again.

Everyone in Beidou Villa was silent.

And the disciples of Fenghua King Sect bowed to the True King Yaoyao, and then continued to guard the surroundings.

The True King raised his voice and said, "Death to the fugitive!!"

Then, he said: "If you want to live, you come to get this pill to eat, I don't have much time, after a stick of incense, those who haven't eaten it will die."

After eating, everyone above the twelve realms will come with me.

The Eastern Ten Thousand Swords Sect, which has been here for more than 500 years, should now be destroyed. ”

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...

Xia Ji sat alone in the sunset.

He couldn't help but start thinking about the woman.

He didn't know if this was the so-called "cause and effect", and Lu Chan's so-called "three wills" caused by his thoughts, or his own thoughts about his deceased wife.

He knew that Miao Miao was somewhere in this world, that she might have been incarnated, and that she would break into his world like an elf as always, bringing a bit of human color to herself, who seemed to have seen all over the red dust.

He was lying on the marble railing, and in the twilight, there were many pilgrims in the Confucius Temple in Shenque Mountain, and he stayed a lot at this time.

All kinds of words penetrated into his ears like a tide, and there were conversations, laughter, sorrows, angers, joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and the things of the world were reflected in a corner of the world.

He was only fifteen years old, but he already felt lonely and desolate.

In the distance, a noisy voice was suddenly heard.

The sound came from afar, accompanied by the exclamations of pilgrims.

Xia Ji followed the sound and looked, only to see three black Jiao walking vigorously, pulling a flying chariot through the sky, the flying chariot was huge and heavy, extremely powerful, and sitting in the center of it was a golden-robed man who hugged left and right.

After the flight, there were many monks who walked with their swords.

The wind roared, the clouds cleared, and the sound was immense.

Before the flight arrived, the monk had already rushed forward like a flash of lightning, and drove over the place, condescendingly, overlooking the pilgrims who were incense like ants.

The leader raised his voice and said, "Only everyone, leave here in half a pillar of incense." ”

The sound covers here...

The pilgrims were stunned, and the next moment they began to turn around and run frantically.

The monks have issued orders, how can they not obey them?

However, Shenque Mountain is so big, and there are still a lot of pilgrims at this time.

The time of the half-pillar incense passed quickly, and the younger boys and girls, some of the people who were close to the mountain gate left, but some of them just ran to the front of the Confucius Temple, and they had not yet had time to go down the mountain.

The floating monk didn't say much, and landed directly.

After them, it was the chariot that landed.

The monks looked at the pilgrims running from the opposite side with their heads down, their faces grim and impatient, but all of them looked slightly sideways at the man on the chariot.

King Cheng hugged the two girls with both hands, frowned and spit out: "This mountain road is not clean, how can this seat be incense?"

The disciples of the Fenghua King Sect naturally understood.

It's not clean because there's dust.

The dust is the ants that have not yet left.

In this case, it is enough to clean up, and the dust saved will waste the precious time of the Lord.

How to clean?

There are cliffs on both sides of the mountain road, so it is good to sweep away all these obstructive dust.

After thinking about it, the monks didn't think much about it, and when they raised their hands a little for the first few monks, the wind swept out of their sleeves, like a wind dragon surging up the mountain road, one left and one right, and immediately a swing tail.

The violent wind swept the pilgrims running on both sides towards the cliff.

Among the pilgrims were many elderly people, children, and a couple wearing black and white cat cloaks.

Screams of terror and begging for mercy rang out.

Seeing this, these people are going to sweep off the cliff, fall down the valley and break their bones.

Suddenly, a rival force came down, and the hurricane stopped, and the force gently stopped the pilgrims from falling off the cliff, and made them regain their bodies.

Among the pilgrims, a young man sat on the stone steps, confronted the distance, and asked from afar: "If you come to burn incense, you will be with everyone."

If you don't want to be together, you just wait for everyone to leave. Why kill people?"

In the distance, King Cheng ignored him at all, but said impatiently: "Why is there still dust?"

His voice fell.

The three Fenghua King Sect monks led by them flew out with the imperial sword.

Accompanied by the overwhelming power of supernatural powers, the monk fights, that is, he enters the thirteen realms, and he generally does not use karma when he starts.

The combined power of heaven and earth of these three people turned into a great seal, and the entire cover pressed down, enveloping everyone in the entire area.

The old man was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, his lips twitched frequently, and he stared at this invisible force.

The child was so frightened that he forgot to cry, and the lollipop in his hand fell to the ground and shattered into petals of different sizes.

The couple with black and white cats just hugged each other tightly, trembling and waiting to die.

Xia Ji closed his eyes.

This moment.

Many thoughts passed through his mind.

Fifteen hundred years ago, I thought the family was evil, so I educated the common people, compiled books, and wanted everyone to become a dragon and resist the family, which is right.

It is this evil that is wrong.

However, it is not the family that is evil, it is this human nature.

Human nature is like destiny.

Destiny makes you indisobedient, and human nature makes you unchangeable.

How sad.

When Xia Ji thought about it, he stood up.

He held up his hand, his palm gray.

The great seal made of the power of the supernatural power slapped the palm of the hand, and it could no longer go down.

And at this moment, the innocent woman in King Cheng's arms glanced at the other side curiously, and her eyes stopped on the young man who was holding his hand on the stone steps to resist.

The bewitching woman also glanced at it.

King Cheng glanced over, and suddenly snorted coldly: "Do you think this young man is handsome?"

The innocent woman hurriedly shook her head, and then said, "It's not as good as you..."

The bewitching woman directly stretched her soft, hooked King Cheng's neck, and said softly: "Lord, are you jealous?"

King Cheng looked around and suddenly said, "My dragon hasn't eaten meat for a few days, so catch him." ”

"Yes, Lord. ”

"Yes. ”

Many monks of the Fenghua King Sect are pinching their fingers.

After the sonorous sound, many flying swords soared into the sky.

The pilgrims who did not flee only felt that their hearts were about to stop,

At this time, he was crawling or slumping on the stone steps, watching this immortal fight, his whole body stiffened, like falling into an ice cave and losing all consciousness.

My heart was numb, and I only hated that I hadn't been able to run faster.

Yes.

Don't dare to be angry.

Only dare to hate yourself.

How cowardly.

The flying sword soared into the air, attached to the power of the Twelve Realms, as if the entire heavenly dome had been absorbed, and it was full of killing intent, wanting to crush Xia Ji and the others.

And at this very moment.

The whole Shenque Mountain trembled slightly, at the beginning of the moment, it was only like a fish's eyes faintly sounded, and the young birds chirped softly, followed by the rustling of the mountains and trees, and then the sound of the wind and water, and the sound of the mountain hole rose together.

Many sounds are like hundreds of rivers converging in the sea, turning into a clear and overwhelming sound, rising at night.

At this time, the sky was filled with sword light, and it contained cold killing intent in the world.

And the voice that gradually roared finally turned into one word: "Evil." ”

One word fell.

All the sword light of the Heavenly Dome was shattered, and the combined power of the hundreds of Twelve Realm and above cultivators was shattered.

Xia Ji stood with his hands down.

In this huge sound, the temple of the master behind him suddenly changed, and the majestic holy white gas rose up, soaring into the air, manifesting the holy icon,

I don't know how high it is tens of thousands of feet, and I participate in the vast white clouds.

This trace of white gas is all good karma, and it is all made of incense.

Good karma can be guarded against bad karma, but it is no longer applicable to such existences that are far beyond mortal comprehension.

The icon felt Xia Ji's wrath,

There is a subtle connection with him,

He is the summer pole, and the summer pole is him,

Since Xia Ji has come to this mountain, then he has a heart, and is no longer a dead jade statue soaked in incense.

Over here...

Xia Ji's heart is His heart.

His power is the power of Xia Ji.

At this time, this power turned around with Xia Ji's mind, and appeared in front of people.

The image of the master looked at the monk who blocked the mountain from afar, and the king of Cheng who sat on the black Jiao flying chariot.

The second word fell.

"That is. ”

Moment.

The vast coercion seemed to be suppressed by the sacred mountain in the hearts of all the monks, but the ordinary people who were prostrate on the ground did not feel it.

King Cheng reacted with a thought, he threw away the two girls in his arms with both hands, and sneered: "Pretend to be a master!

He wrapped his hands around, and a dark blue long sword suddenly condensed in the center of his palms, and before this sword appeared, the surrounding air had already shown ice crystals, obviously belonging to the divine soldiers.

In the next moment, the dull black film that was as deep as the abyss covered the surface of King Cheng's body, and then covered the surface of the divine soldier's body, exuding a cold and convincing terrifying feeling.

King Cheng shook his head with a smile and stepped forward, "The human sect only blesses the strong, and the master only blesses the strong, so someone must be cheating, although I don't know how you did it, but you still have to die." ”

His dead word had just been spoken.

The third word of the Icon of the Master has fallen.

"Punishment. ”

The three words are coherent, that is, - evil is punished.

As soon as the three words came out, the holy but peaceful white qi of good karma turned into a knife in the clouds, and the light of the knife was quiet, and it slashed down to the earth with an understatement of the image of the master.

This knife does not disturb the common people, does not disturb the people, does not startle the mountain, and constantly keeps the trees in the forest...

This sword is not huge, but it is not small, it is not domineering, but it is not humble...

This sword fell on King Cheng of the Fourteen Realms at the same time by means of miracles, as well as all the people brought by King Cheng.

One knife, cut all.

Mortals cannot comprehend, cannot imagine.

But that's when it happened.

With a slash, the statue of the master no longer looked into the distance, no longer looked at success or failure, but bowed slightly to Xia Ji, which was regarded as worshipping, and then dispersed and disappeared.

All the monks who had borne the sword of the Master were turned to dust in the earth.

Karma erases life, and when the level of life is no longer there, it is just a mortal, nothing more than a skeleton that has been stored for hundreds of thousands of years, and should have been weathered long ago.

Xia Ji walked to the empty flying chariot, and at this time, the ashes all over the ground had already disappeared with the mountain wind, and only the flying sword fell to the ground.

He said softly: "You are wrong, it is not the strong who are taught and blessed, but the good ones, and the self-improvement people." ”

After saying this, he climbed the stairs and went down.

When he left the range of Shenque Mountain, the feeling of incense connection that had suddenly arisen due to the fluctuation of his mind just now disappeared.

Obviously, the place where the Master appeared was limited to the mountain where he went to the ancestral hall.

Without this mountain, he could not borrow the power of this terror.

At this time, in the distance, there were many uproars around.

"The Master has appeared. ”

"The Master really exists!!"

And those who crawled on the stone steps and collapsed in fright hugged and wept with those around them.

"The Master saved us. ”

"I see, I see, Master, go into the clouds and manifest the icon. ”

The couple wrapped in a black cat and white cat cloak turned around, frantically pounced into the ancestral hall, and knelt down in front of the jade statue.

The jade statue had a soft face, bathed in rich incense, silent, as if it was not him who had just appeared.

The couple kowtowed again and again, thanking for this kindness, and the two suddenly thought of the young man on the stone steps just now...

He seemed to be able to block a blow before the Master arrived.

Who is he?

Why is he alone?

In the bitter cold of late autumn, everything withered, why did he have to bear it alone?

The man wrapped in the black cat cloak and the woman wrapped in the white cat cloak looked at each other, tears still stained in the corners of their eyes, and the two hugged each other tightly.

And on the lonely mountain road, Xia Ji is walking alone.

He listened to the shock and frenzy all the way, but he was not happy at all.

He glanced at the mountains full of yellow leaves rolled into dragons, and the autumn wind swept away the soul,

He suddenly missed the mutton soup cooked by Xiao Su, the capital of the Great Qi Kingdom,

In this weather, you should be able to drink, put green onions, add pepper, when it is extremely warm,

The warmth is like the purple and red of spring has bloomed, and the warm is like Miaomiao has returned.

He rubbed his hands together and took a breath of hot air in the cold wind, but turned around and continued towards the Dai family in Waterfront City.

Though he returns like an arrow to his heart, he still has things that must be done, and he shall not return.