The words fell silently.

When the mind is strongly shocked, there will be a roaring sound in the ears and minds, and the vision will become messy; at this moment, when the word "Mr. Big" comes out of the mouth of Thirteen Lang, the whole shijie is actually extremely quiet, so quiet that people feel suffocated.

Reminiscing about the past and remembering heroes is mostly a pleasant and glorious thing, but at some point when someone is involved, reminiscing is as boring and boring as rummaging through old cases in the yamen, and it can make people feel frightened. For these people from the Daoist Academy, in the past seventy years, the topic of Sword Venerable has slowly evolved into a kind of taboo, and no one dares to discuss it publicly.

Nowadays, in a desperate situation, the students' minds are like a spring pressed to the limit, a steel wire pulled to the limit, and it is difficult to bear a single excess weight. Suddenly, someone asked someone in public about this, and the object of the question was not spiritual, but an opponent who was allegedly involved in the events of the year, and everyone's hearts were jerked and instantly raised to their throats.

Who would ask that?

Who dares to ask?

Who is qualified to ask this!

As we all know, Jianzun is not from everyone, but an authentic wild cultivator, and later entered the Taoist academy to practice, in addition to the previous generation of Jianzun to teach, the rest of the teachers are recognized as the only old dean. Later, Mr. Big sat in Ziyun for many years, and never accepted any disciples in his life, until Xiao Shisanlang.

Strictly speaking, all the students of the Taoist Academy can be regarded as disciples of Mr. Great, but they are not. After the death of the sword honor, the old dean followed closely behind and returned to the sky, and the position of the sword lord of the Taoist academy has been vacant so far, more than 70 years ago.

Jian Zun was kind but extremely proud, Hugh said that ordinary people can't wait for him, even if the head of the faction and the elders of the Shuangmeng are standing in front of him, who dares to speak presumptuously. It is one thing for students to respect such a person. If you talk about how deep the relationship is, I'm afraid no one is embarrassed to jump out and admit it. Derived like this, who dares to talk about the old thing and wring out the "change" that can only be discussed in private?

Only that person.

It can only be that person.

It could only be that person.

Taking a step back, if someone from outside the world wants to ask, why wait until today?

Previously, Thirteen Lang searched for the soul of the demon hunter. Everyone thought that he was looking for the mastermind behind today's incident, but later the truth was about to be revealed, and Shisanlang continued to investigate, which has made many people wonder. Now they understand that what Thirteen Lang is looking for is not Le Hongtao at all, but to turn back seventy years of time and vow to be black and white.

Zuihou is also the most important one, the devotional who participated in the battle of that year does not know how much, weishenme he wants to ask an enemy who has once witnessed?weishenme he does not believe the words of his own people?

weishenme？

weishenme

People who can come here. No matter how high or low the cultivation is, whether it is a student or something else, it is certain that no one is a fool. In fact, everyone present is not the age of thirteen langs, and the youngest is also a century-old monster, how can there be a reason why the brain is not useful. If it is said that the appearance of Xiao Bu before only made everyone puzzled, at this moment. When Shisanlang asked that sentence, the student and everyone else understood one thing.

Xiao Shisanlang. It's back.

"Senior brother" was the first to cry out, looking like a frightened rabbit uneasy, but soon, someone around responded with their mouths, one louder than the other, one more agitated, and one more high-pitched.

"Senior Brother Xiao!"

"Mr. Thirteen!"

"Senpai!"

"Teacher!"

The sound rises and falls. The names are messy, and the students' expressions are also a mess, and they are full of emotion in their hearts.

Less than an hour ago, everyone was still hovering on the edge of life and death, waiting for the Hades to summon them all the time. When the three Guardian Monks broke out of their souls. When the three students went to the battlefield with a smile, everyone heard the seemingly strong words, and how sad they felt in their hearts.

The people of the Taoist Academy can die, but they cannot be defeated. Such words sound so powerful, only people in private dare to say it, seventy years of undefeated, the twenty-seven branches of the Taoist Academy have paid a cumulative price: regardless of teaching, more than 700 students died, and more than 3,000 people were seriously injured.

Is it worth it to be undefeated at such a price?

No one can answer this question, and no one dares to ask it. In fact, the figures disclosed by the Taoist Academy to the outside world are much better than this, and only those who keep disappearing around them know that the so-called undefeated is actually a tower built of countless corpses.

War kills people, there's nothing to say about this. However, the students know the history of the outer lands, especially in the battle of the advent of that year, more than 1,000 spiritual cultivators lost nearly half, but the Taoist Academy remained intact, and it was the most complete of the several shili in strength.

Because there is Mr. Big.

The foundation stone of the Advent War was laid in one fell swoop, and the monastery has since gained momentum to become a spiritual leader. Later, Xiao Shisanlang was born out of thin air, single-handedly creating a four-party alliance, and the Night Lotus Ghost asked Jian Yanshan to form a close relationship with the two races. In this way, the Quartet Alliance is nominally formed by spirits and demons and twin clans, but in fact it can be regarded as the Taoist Academy, the Demon Race and the Twin Clans.

Because of Xiao Shisanlang.

War needs dead people, war needs heroes, whether Jianzun cares or not, whether Shisanlang cares or not, the new and old generations have become the symbol of the Taoist Academy, which is an indisputable fact recognized by tens of millions of students.

At that time, the Taoist Academy was invincible, and there were few deaths.

At that time, the Taoist Academy would be respected everywhere, including the demons.

At that time, the Taoist Academy did not enter the rivers and lakes on the surface, but in fact it was in charge of the affairs of the rivers and lakes. For example, in the dispute between a certain sect, a student from the Taoist Academy will come out and say a word, and the turmoil can be easily calmed down.

Who doesn't like glory? Who doesn't desire brilliance? Say that there is no dispute with the world, and those who have no quarrel will hide in the cave and will not come out. Since he walks in front of others, since he has this face, the person who doesn't want himself and himself to be close to can stand taller than others!

And then?

Mr. Big died, Xiao Shisanlang "rebelled", the night fairy retreated in the fairy pool, and the ghost path who had made great contributions actually ran to the Sword Pavilion to practice, and simply stopped coming out. The newly emerged three heroes have nothing to do with the Taoist Academy, and they have gradually become a trend.

The Taoist Academy is still undefeated, but the number of dead people is increasing year by year.

Time passed inexorably, and people gradually felt that shijie was different from before, first of all, there was a change within the spirituality, and the Dao League began to take over. The War Alliance is thriving. After that, the two clans began to become estranged, and under the propaganda of the demon cultivators, intentionally or unintentionally, the two clans of the swallowtail Kaba gradually drifted away from the spiritual cultivation, and became more and more like strangers with the Taoist Academy.

Is this weishenme?

"Senior Brother"

A young student screamed loudly, his voice whimpering, and before he knew it, tears wet his clothes. Like a child who has just been wronged and has just been vented.

Half a year to earn your life, change in an instant.

Everyone saw with their own eyes that since the moment Shisanlang walked up the hill, this desperate battle that should have been tragic and heroic has changed its tune, and the eyes are full of enemy chieftains, and they are all arrogant, raising their hands to gather everyone's strength, and cutting off the enemy's head step by step.

Laughing and scolding, drinking and arrogant. Relaxed and casual, I am arrogant.

You're in control!

What could be more enjoyable and reassuring?

What is Morale?

What is Undefeated?

What does it mean to be dreadnought?

What is bravery?

war

fight

It turns out that it can be fought like this.

What are the three masters of spirituality, what are the peerless geniuses, what is the situation that cannot be changed, and what is the fierceness of the enemy. When that person returned to everyone's sight, it was like a violent hurricane rolling up between heaven and earth, like a violent thunder rampage, blowing away all the stumps and leaves. Crush all doubts.

Defy?

Don't you obey?

"Senior brother!"

The cry became a shout, and the shout became a roar. The roar subsided and the momentum continued, and the students chanted in unison.

"Senior brother!"

Seventeen students shouted in unison, and there was no more noise.

It is said that only when you lose do you know what is precious, and after all these ups and downs, these people now really understand a very simple truth.

Glory needs to be enjoyed with life.

Listen to the call of the students. Thirteen Lang's expression did not change, but the black-clothed monk was obviously stunned.

The Demon Hunter was a real outsider, so he didn't understand what was going on, so he looked up and saw that everyone had strange expressions, and couldn't help but ask.

"This is"

"You don't have to worry about it. ”

Thirteen Lang interrupted casually. said: "Tell me about the events of the year, and I will try my best to keep you alive." ”

The blackfriar was tempted but embarrassed, and said, "It's a bit complicated"

Shisanlang frowned slightly, and the black-clothed monk hurriedly said: "It's not that I don't want to talk about it, but I don't know what Mr. cares about, if you start from the beginning, you can't express it for a while." ”

This is a problem, and Thirteen Lang recognized this, and after a moment's thought, he said, "You just need to tell me whether the Lord of the Order who fought against the Sword Venerable is poisonous, or if there are other cultivators who are good at poisoning, is it possible that the Sword Venerable is poisoned." ”

As he said this, the surroundings were quiet again.

Dead as quiet. Twenty pairs of eyes were firmly fixed on the blackfriar's face, like forty sharp swords, piercing his face painfully.

Visibly feeling the pressure, the blackfriar took a deep breath and shook his head slowly but earnestly.

"No?" Thirteen Lang raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he had released two flying knives.

"Nope. The blackfriar nodded vigorously and said, "I'm sure no." ”

Thirteen Lang was silent, his eyes were silent for a long time and he didn't speak again, and he didn't say anything about "soul searching verification". The people around him fell silent with him, like statues.

"Brother Xiao?" Fei called lightly.

Thirteen Lang was still thinking about it, but he didn't respond.

"Mr. Thirteen?"

"Huh?"

"Ahem, is it really sir?" Qi Fei's expression was embarrassed, and he looked a little embarrassed.

Shisanro woke up and asked, "It's me, what's wrong?"

Qi Fei rubbed his hands and said, "It shouldn't be mentioned at this time, but I"

After hesitating, Qi Fei said, "Mr. came here, using a foreign token?"

Thirteen Lang acquiesced, waiting for Qi Fei to continue.

Qi Fei became more and more embarrassed, and said with a slightly red face: "Sir doesn't know, the reason why you have a token to enter the outer realm is because you are worried about chaos. This matter was determined by the Demon Palace of the Shuangmeng Daoist Academy, the Fairy Spirit Hall as a notary, and Qi Mou as "

Objectively speaking, such a rule is very reasonable and useful. It's a pity that Yamu didn't think so, and there was a strange laugh of "Ga" next to him, but fortunately he was interrupted by Thirteen Lang, so he didn't continue.

Thirteen Lang looked at Qi Fei and said curiously: "According to the rules, how should I deal with this situation?"

Qi Fei rubbed his hands again and again, his whole face turned red, and he was even more clumsy and clumsy. Yamu next to him couldn't help but show off, and grabbed in front of Qi Fei and said, "I know." ”

Thirteen Lang turned his head to look at him and said, "Tell me about it." ”

Yamu let out a strange laugh again and said: "Fraudulent identity, the crime can be big or small, it depends on the specific situation. Standard?,It's about to see how big the trouble is.,If you look at the situation of the young master.,Hi he"

Xiao Budian raised his leg and kicked him, shouting, "How is it?"

Yamu grinned and replied, "It's a big crime to cut off your head!"

"Beheaded"

Even Thirteen Lang laughed, smiled and returned his gaze to Qi Fei, and asked in a joking voice: "Chop off my head, who dares?"

Before Qi Fei could answer, there was a sudden loud shout in the air, followed by a sound response, and the sound exploded in the air like thunder.

"Who dare!"

Three tower-like strong men rushed to the front, one with a broken arm, one with less legs, and one with a faint eye, roaring in unison: "Who dares to cut off the young master's head?"

Three whistling figures walked in the air, white-clothed Blue Mountain, eagle-faced Jiang Fan, and a lot of water and waves, and asked in unison: "Who dares to cut off Mr.'s head?"

More demon cultivators came out of the sky, and there were no less than five people above the gods, all of whom were dressed in demon palace costumes, and asked curiously when they heard this: "Who dares to cut off Mr.'s head?"

Seven swallowtail sword cultivators came, and the woman in the arch guard moved forward steadily, the gauze skirt was as pure as it was back then, and the eyebrows and eyes were no longer as immature as they were back then, only the attachment in the eyes had not changed much, thicker, more intense, but more calm.

Walking out of the crowd and walking to the front of the people, Princess Xia did not shy away from holding Thirteen Lang's arm, smiling like a flower.

"Who is going to cut off my brother's head?"

(To be continued......)