Li Chunshui and Luo Wanyun got up to pay their respects.

"You ...... this"

Luo Minggui spoke first, he guessed that the two of them were not speculative?

Luo Wanyun said: "Senior Brother Li and I were discussing the exercises before, and Senior Brother Li verified the exercises. ”

Li Chunshui glanced at her and nodded to indicate that this was indeed the case.

Luo Minggui smiled again, nodded the same head, turned to Yuliang and said, "I'm bothering my junior sister!"

He flew away with Luo Wanyun.

Qingmei flashed, people rose with the fragrant wind, and the smile fell to Li Chunshui's side, she didn't believe Luo Wanyun's words at all, and the flower teacup on the table did not have the slightest water stain.

"Senior brother, how many words did you say to her?"

"Three sentences...... Three and a half sentences, right?" Li Chunshui wasn't sure if his two tone words were one sentence.

Yuliang was speechless, a quarter of an hour, three and a half sentences?

"Practice well. ”

Her gaze swept over the two of them, a faint smile overflowed, and she turned to leave.

Qingmei laughed and trembled on the side, this kid is really honest!

Luo Minggui asked Luo Wanyun on the way back: "What do you think of Li Chunshui?"

Luo Wanyun smiled slightly: "He is an honest man." ”

What kind of evaluation is this? Luo Minggui thought to himself, this is also a good evaluation.

"Well, that's good, don't always stay in the Daozang Pavilion to copy books when you have nothing to do, and come to Silver Mist Peak to go around......"

Li Chunshui returned to his residence to continue his practice, Luo Wanyun's words gave him some new inspiration, and he wanted to make some new attempts.

His cultivation had stabilized, and he decided to take a walk outside in another two months, starting with the treasure or ruins on the southern edge of the Dianxing Mountain Range!

No matter how the cultivation world changes, the Dianxing Mountain Range seems to have never changed for 10,000 years, and it lies quietly in the middle of Dongli Continent, witnessing all the history of this continent.

The giant trees are towering to the sky, and the vast area seems to be another world, with elixir deposits, heavenly and earthly treasures, the relics of predecessors, or the secrets of a certain period of history hidden in it, but there are not many people who have the life to get it.

Somewhere high in the sky near the depths of the Dianxing Mountain Range, the autumn sun was shining coldly, there were no clouds, and the sky was clean without any stains.

For some reason, for many years, the migratory birds flying south do not want to cross over the stars, and they will make a detour at a very long distance.

Suddenly, a blue-purple thunderbolt swept through the clear blue sky, and a fierce wind suddenly rose above the nine heavens.

Another purple and red thunderbolt was not shining enough, but it was even more ambitious.

The two thunderbolts then collided, and an oval-shaped blue, purple, and red thunderstorm rose.

Thunderbolts danced, the wind was stronger, and the rumbling thunder weighed down the mountains from a high altitude, and the forest and sea on the surface of the mountains were undulating.

The demon beasts in the mountains here, whether they are congenital or insightful, are all fleeing frantically.

After a few breaths, a faint blue purple arc of thunder fell downward from the edge of the thunderstorm.

Thunder's gray hair was scattered in the air, the crown of hair had long been lost, his face was dull, and his expression was sad.

"Heaven wants to die, I am Taiyi ......"

He stabilized his figure above Lin Hai, the majestic wide robe with large sleeves scorched and tattered, and another mouthful of blood spit out, and black and red light smoke rose from the blood.

This is the mutated energy of the combination of demon power and thunder, and his pure orthodox thunder artistic conception can be dispelled, but he doesn't have time.

He couldn't escape.

Even though his mana ran out and he was seriously injured, he still stood straight in the air.

Lei Ming knew a long time ago that there was something wrong with Mount Hemeng, but he didn't know what the problem was.

More than a month ago, he found that Hemeng Mountain had quietly left the sect and went to the Dianxing Mountain Range alone, and that time he was silent and indifferent.

More than half a month ago, he found that He Mengshan, who had not long been in the door, had gone out again, and he didn't hold back after all.

Under normal circumstances, except for two or three Taishang elders in the Taiyi Sect, no one could detect the whereabouts of Hemeng Mountain.

Lei Ming knew that there was something wrong with Mount Hemeng.

He Mengshan knew that Lei Ming was checking on him, and he also knew that Lei Ming was not far from breaking through to Yuanying, so he took the initiative to give Lei Ming a choice.

Continue to explore, before he dies, he will realize the Thunder Dao, break the Yuan Baby, or die from now on, the Dao Heart will be lost, the Yuan Infant will be hopeless, and he will live from now on.

He Mengshan's move is tantamount to a direct showdown with Lei Ming, clearly telling him, I just have a problem, do you check it or not?

In Thundering, he has only one option.

So here he came.

A hundred miles away from the secret realm to the east, he discovered the seal and prohibition that the two factions of the Demon Dao were breaking.

From the intellect to the innate knowledge, one hundred and ten people are busy, and the light of the secret method is constantly shining.

In the dark and gloomy mountain stream, a cold white ice wall seal was exposed, and the layer of ice crystals that should have been as deep as a river had been mostly consumed.

At that time, Mount Hemeng stood in front of the ice wall, smiling evilly at the thunder in the distance.

This is what he is willing to let Thunder see.

You see what you want to see, then, you can die.

Lei Ming originally thought that Hemeng Mountain was colluding with the Demon Dao, but he never expected that there was a remnant demon of ancient times hidden in that skin.

There was no way for him to get the message on to anyone.

When did it start?

He remembered the opening of the secret realm many years ago, and remembered that the senior brother Li Yunguang broke through the door, and there has been no news so far.

Mount Hemeng descended step by step from a high place in the air, as if stepping on an invisible staircase.

His blood-red eyes set off his face, and he came to Lei Ming.

"Old thing, I've endured you for twenty years, but I didn't expect your human race's so-called Dao Heart to be so ridiculous! Is it worth it to throw away your life for the sake of Dao Heart? Isn't it good to be honest as your Great Elder in the Taiyi Sect?"

Lei Ming looked like a candle in the wind, his domineering spirit was not at all there, his breath was sluggish, and he didn't answer the boring questions of He Mengshan.

Those who are about to die, why should they argue with ignorant demons?

He spoke, his voice vague, or trying to gather some strength.

"How's the elder brother?"

"Senior brother?"

He Mengshan immediately understood who Lei Ming was referring to, he almost forgot that former genius of Taiyi Sect, for a woman, it was also ridiculous.

That's how the Terrans like to cocoon themselves.

"Heh, you might as well go over and ask him in person. ”

Lei Ming sighed, is that really the case.

He began to raise his eyes and look at Mount Hemeng, as if mocking, or self-deprecating.

"Sword cultivation has not come out for 10,000 years, and you will wait for the remnants of the demons to dare to resurrect, just you, you still want to ...... Ruling the Continent?hehe...... Cough...... It's just wishful thinking!"

He Mengshan's smile gradually froze, and the blood light in his eyes trembled as if it was about to spread outward, and the blood-colored thunder arc kept appearing and disappearing in the sky above.

His reaction was a bit excessive, and he naturally believed that the Holy Clan would definitely open up another territory on this continent.

He didn't want to admit that the word sword cultivation had always been a lingering nightmare in his heart until now.

In his memory, when the Holy Clan descended, the world and the earth were discolored, and the sun and the moon disappeared together. But the starry sword light was still better than the sun and the moon, coming and going like meteors, and the corpses of the Holy Clan army were also falling like rain.

In the long battle, as long as there is a sword light in the sky, the people of Dongli Continent will not despair.

The sword light roared, and the same clan under the Holy Venerable touched it in two, he was killed in a cold cold, and he hid at the end to escape the fate of the gods, relying on the heart of a fallen Holy Venerable to maintain the original god has not been extinguished to this day.

He dared to come out of the Dongli Secret Realm, not because he just had the opportunity to take Shehemeng Mountain, he had a chance every time the Dongli Secret Realm opened.

Rather, sword cultivation on this continent has not appeared in the world for a long time.

"Sword cultivation?huh!"

He Mengshan's eyebrows were raised, his palm was flipped open and slowly raised, and a blood-colored thunder mist the size of a human head was suspended above his palm.

"In this continent, there will never be any more sword cultivation!"

He threw the blood-colored thunder mist out towards the thunder.

Thunder is not fearful, just sad.

Long for eternity, towering Taiyi, in charge of the thunder of the heavenly way, self-proclaimed as the head of the righteous path, the person in power turned out to be a blood demon wearing human skin, how ridiculous!

A muffled thunder exploded in the sky, and a brilliant blue and purple thunderbolt winded down towards Hemeng Mountain.

The thunder returned to the light, and the broken sleeves flew up, this was the last time in his life to summon thunder.

"Wide open and eastward, I take advantage of the clouds!

Let the wind and thunder go to ......"

Teach the demons to lose their souls.

He didn't have a chance to sing the last line, which was the folk song that the leading deacon sang after drinking when he first entered Taiyi a hundred years ago.

The sound, color, shape, and god were all extinguished in the blood thunder, and the blue and purple thunder gradually faded and disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

The clear blue sky was stained with a faint crimson, and then blown away by the wind.

The corners of Hemengshan's mouth rose again, the stumbling block of thunder was not big for him, but if he didn't get rid of it, it would become very troublesome in the end.

He turned and disappeared.