Just as Shi Zhixuan was pondering, a voice suddenly came from the surface of the river. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"This friend, can you come aboard the ship and talk about it? ”

Shi Zhixuan looked up, his eyes were like lightning, and he saw a man in Tsing Yi sitting on a small boat, with a coal stove in front of him boiling warm wine.

Smoke curls and the smell of alcohol fills the air.

In this world, there are still things that his "evil king" Shi Zhixuan dare not do. His face remained unchanged, one moment he was still on the shore, the next he was sitting peacefully in the bow of the ship.

In the wind and snow, the afterimage has not dissipated.

"The Illusion Demon Body Method is indeed a miraculous skill, you should drink a cup. Wang Chan chuckled, and the celadon wine glass full of wine in his hand floated down in front of Shi Zhixuan.

"Do you know me?" Shi Zhixuan's eyes suddenly became as sharp as a knife, staring at Wang Chan and speaking.

"I don't know. Wang Chan shook his head lightly and said slowly. "I just recognize you. ”

"Is the evil king looking for relics?"

Wang Chan said, taking out a yellow crystal from his arms.

The crystals seem to be hard and soft, and the translucent interior is faintly visible slowly flowing blood-red patterns like clouds, scattering a faint yellow light.

As the number one master of the Demon Gate, Shi Zhixuan's breathing became a little disordered when he saw this yellow crystal, even if it was only for a very short moment.

I saw a fanatical glint in his eyes, staring at the relics for a moment, taking a deep breath, and finally returning to normal.

"I should have guessed that it was you, but I still can't believe that there are people in this world who can survive in the face of Zhu Yuyan's 'jade burning' and Jiaxiang's bald donkey's 'sacrificing themselves to become a Buddha' at the same time. Shi Zhixuan looked at Wang Chan with a complicated expression.

Wang Chan smiled and casually threw the relics in his hand towards Shi Zhixuan.

Shi Zhixuan obviously didn't expect Wang Chan to make such a move, and was stunned for a moment, and only then did he reach out and grab the relic when it was about to land. Almost at the same time, a bloody horror appeared in his eyes, and it was as if he heard the screams of thousands of unjust souls demanding their lives in his ears, and it took a long time for the sound to disappear.

"Sure enough, it's the Holy Emperor Relic!" Shi Zhixuan's pupils contracted suddenly, and he said in horror in his heart.

The person in the demon gate snatched the treasure of life and death, this person gave it up so easily, Shi Zhixuan looked at the man in front of him who was shrouded in mist, and found that he couldn't see through the other party more and more.

At this moment, Wang Chan looked up at the sky and slowly asked: "The ruthless and ruthless Demon Sect's No. 1 master evil king, the abbot of the Buddha's enlightened monk, or the down-and-out scribe in front of you who hides endless pain and loneliness in his heart, which one is you, have you thought about it?"

Are you a demon, a Buddha, or yourself?

Wang Chan seems to be asking people, and he seems to be asking himself.

Shi Zhixuan was silent, and the relics in his hands actually emitted a warm pale yellow light at this time, full of Buddha Zen.

Wang Chan glanced at Shi Zhixuan, stretched out his finger and tapped it, and the void was like a stone thrown into the lake, rippling layer after layer.

"When you understand this truth, you may be able to break free from this cage completely. ”

Silence, after a long silence.

Shi Zhixuan shook his head towards Wang Chan and bowed to the ground.

After solemnly putting down the relics in his hand, he drifted away.

Wang Chan didn't pay attention to Shi Zhixuan's departure, he looked up at the sky and whispered, "There will be a big snowstorm soon." ”

As soon as the words fell.

Snowflakes fell from the sky, and the snow was even more severe than before, and soon the whole world was covered in snow.

......

The epic battle of Chang'an City on that day is still vivid in my mind.

Especially the black gas on Zhu Yuyan's face in the end, as well as the light that descended from the sky to attract the Buddha, had to make Wang Chan think more, all this came too coincidentally, and the power of Zhu Yuyan's self-explosion was also unusual, far from being able to reach them. You must know that in the original book, Zhu Yuyan blew herself up and didn't even kill Shi Zhixuan.

was originally a mortal situation, but Wang Chan was a blessing in disguise.

Of course, after that earth-shattering explosion, Wang Chan sank to the bottom of the Weishui River.

And the Evil Emperor Relic seemed to have telepathy, and flew out of Yang Gong's treasure house on his own, and came to Wang Chan's side, and he subconsciously reached out to hold the relic. There is a strange and indescribable change within the relic, as if it is sinking into the core, turning into an all-encompassing and all-encompassing strange space.

There is also a finite and infinite time.

A steady stream of Yuan Essence mixed with a large amount of evil qi and death qi poured into Wang Chan's body, blending with the black energy mass that was already lurking in his body.

The originally weakest black energy group was finally able to reach a relatively balanced and stable point with the other two energy bodies in his body after this replenishment and strengthening.

On the outside, the broken golden bell jar began to be slowly repaired, mixed with the life and death qi contained in Ning Daoqi's last blow.

One step, two steps...... Before you know it, you've come to an end.

Wang Chan, who was standing at the end of the bridge between heaven and man, suddenly looked back, and the scenery here was unique.

really walked and walked, and walked to a place that even he hadn't thought of, and the young man who was helpless in the face of Black Wind Village finally came to this point.

Just take one step further and turn everything into an immortal!

Wang Chan sat on the lonely boat, holding a wine glass, looked up at the bronze door that appeared in the air, stepped out, turned into a streamer, and completely disappeared into this world.

Goodbye, magnificent Datang.

......

The main world, Moyang, Qingzhou.

The Tibetan Sword Peak in the mountain behind the Wanjian Gate has finally opened to the world again, which is definitely a grand event for Qingzhou Realm and even the entire Kyushu.

Tibetan Jianfeng, as the name suggests, is a mountain that hides a divine sword. The Tibetan Sword Peak itself looks like a peerless divine sword, and the mountain peak is filled with divine swords collected by the Ten Thousand Swords Gate for thousands of years.

It is rumored that there is a sword immortal inheritance among them, and it has been a full hundred years since the last time it was opened, so how can this not make people from all over the world flock to it.

"Purple Sword Divine Monarch" Jiang Shang, "Blood Trail Thousands of Miles" Tuoba Liuyun, "Immortal Song" Xie Tiange...... One after another, the top masters of the land list appeared in Moyang Changlong, and their target was obviously Hidden Sword Peak.

And with the old man riding a donkey and breaking branches, the woodcutter who returned to the south mountain and went north, and the venerable man who came down from the holy mountain, these legendary characters arrived one by one, and the whole Changlong situation became more confusing.

The light dissipated.

Wang Chan returned to Shilipo outside Changlong City again, the night was still around, and Wang Ping's strange death seemed to be still yesterday, but three days had passed.

The sound of the sword in the distance resounded throughout the night sky, and it was louder and louder than it was three days ago.

It's as if something is being born out of it.

Wang Chan glanced up, his eyes narrowed slightly, and turned around and walked towards Changlong City.

In the darkness of the night, the gates of Changlong City were like the open jaws of a giant beast, ready to devour everything...... (To be continued.) )