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The remnant sun is like blood.

Qin Cang stepped on the flying sword and led Qin Wuyi, like a faint shadow in an ink painting, marching under the afterglow, shuttling between the mountains and forests.

Qin Wuyi was already a little tired.

Bringing the monk's perspective into the body of a mortal is an adventure, as you can't be sure whether she will be reshaped or destroyed after her state of mind is shaken.

At this moment, Qin Cang already understood.

She still held his hand and refused to let go, her eyes were both tired and firm, like him back then.

"Do you see the sword clearly?"

"I couldn't see it, but I still learned something. ”

"For example?"

"For example, a person's cold blood can suddenly turn into hot blood, and the blood can be poured on a sword or other utensils, and it can be burned into a raging fire, a fire that even demons can burn to death!"

"Do you know what a demon is?"

"What can make people feel terrible and frightened is the devil. ”

This view is somewhat one-sided. ”

"I'll be able to see more fully, but it will take more time, and you'll give it to me, right?"

"Yes, but not too much, because I don't have much time to use myself, before the sun goes down completely, you need to tell me your choice, whether to worship under my door, or wait until I am still clear and enter the Spirit Sword Peak?"

"Do you have to be under your door to be with you all the time? Is there any other way?"

"Originally, I planned to return to Wujian Peak and make a statement to my master to see if he could teach you some skills, but now it has changed, my master is not there, and you have to get rid of the status of a mortal as soon as possible. To be honest, I'm not used to people suddenly calling me a teacher, but there are many things in the world that you need to get used to slowly. ”

"It's not fair that I'm used to the process longer than you and have less time than you. ”

"The so-called fairness has always been fought for by yourself, and others can't give you the fairness you want. ”

"And when will I be eligible to fight for it?"

"When you can hold a sword in your hand like I did, and go forward. ”

"I want to ...... I learned one more thing. ”

"That's a good thing. ”

"What are you going to do next, good or bad?"

"What may be good for me is probably a bad thing for them. ”

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The world is turbulent, and the years are full of waves.

There are countless people in an era, but the fame and power of the time have reached their peak, so that they are deeply remembered by later generations.

And the bigger the world, the fewer people there are.

Thirty-three days of ancient times, countless races, mentioning the most innate souls, it is not only the word Pangu, mentioning the highest achievement of acquired souls, it is nothing more than Fuxi Nuwa and the like.

And what about the thirty-three days now?

Although there is still no shortage of heroes, there is a lack of the kind of eternal heroes who can put their personal influence above race, country, and even the world.

There may be in future lives.

However, people living in the future will also have a rich and memorable past.

How did people of that time differ from those of later generations in their evaluation of the series of events that took place in that past?

Which one is closer to reality?

These questions can all be called mysteries.

Whoever started the trouble should end it.

The same is true of enigma.

But if the person at the center of the mystery had acted less intellectually and more like a subjective assumption, the situation would have been different.

Even after many years.

Even if he was no longer Qin Cang, who could step on thousands of mountains and rivers with one person and one sword, he was the Emperor Cang who personally pushed a god dynasty to its peak, but also destroyed it with his own hands.

The vicissitudes of life, the reincarnation of cause and effect, and the Heavenly Dao Compendium is always ...... also failed to erase the green cloud that he longed for in his heart.

The Qingyun that the world understands is naturally very different from the Qingyun in his heart, but about the Sword Pavilion with Qingyun as the name, whether it is through the description of the historical records or the recording of the images, the Sword Pavilion they see is very close to complete, including the rise and fall of glory and disgrace.

But seeing doesn't mean understanding.

They see a lot of things and many more things they don't understand.

When that man was not yet an emperor.

Before that man had turned "firmament" into the most awe-inspiring word in the world.

He's just a swordsman.

You can draw a sword for love, or you can draw a complex swordsman for hate.

Once such a person uses his sword, whether he hurts or kills, he will have a reason, and he will not do nothing.

But they just couldn't understand the cause of the incident.

With Qin Wuyi, who had not yet realized "no memory and ruthlessness" at that time, and was just a thin girl with no cultivation, she broke into the Demon Sword Peak, one of the five peaks of Qingyun, and killed people when she met them, and broke them when she met a formation, and the extremely fast sword prevented the generation of the blood river and suppressed the wailing of the resentful souls, but it failed to shake the Dao foundation of the Demon Sword Peak, but made the Demon Sword Peak live up to its name since then, and turned from Lingshan into a demon cave.

What is this?

It doesn't look like a returning disciple who returned to the sect after traveling far away, but it looks like a massacre committed by a demon cultivator who has had a common enmity with Qingyun Sword Pavilion from the beginning for revenge!

The kings of small countries and small states still know how to cover up their stains, and let the historians in charge of recording try to portray their worthy side of praise.

The future achievements are still above the Suihuang Emperor, how could Emperor Cang, who is more worthy of the "big" word, never explain this matter from beginning to end?

They don't understand.

Qin Wuyi, who had witnessed most of the process at that time, had a blank mind, and before he reached the top of the mountain, he had already fainted, and was carried by Qin Cang on his back.

Despite the weight of an extra man on his back, he was still extremely fast with his sword, and he was not relentless in killing people.

He couldn't tell how many people he didn't belong to Qingyun he had killed in the process of ascending to the top of the mountain from the foot of the mountain, and he didn't know how many Qingyun's souls had been added to his sword.

Swords are never eyeless.

He has eyes, but he can't see them all the time, especially if someone is trying to obscure his vision.

So he can't be soft.

Because once his hand is soft, the people in the dark will think that they have grasped his handle, and then shrink their own strength, putting more unreasonable Qingyun disciples on the front line of intercepting him.

Rather than bear more psychological burdens because of this, it is better to come without refusal, and harvest their lives with fast swords, so that the other party will be chaotic and afraid first!

Kill less and stay more.

Numerically, it's undoubtedly a good deal.

But numbers are not an excellent way to measure human life, just like a true Buddha, he would never do anything to kill a person to save people's lives.

For it accomplishes righteousness, but destroys humanity.

How can he explain such an idea of "annihilating human nature" to the world, and how can he win the trust of the world?

The more you smear it, the more likely it is.

So he never explained the matter publicly.

The power is silent when it looks at the world.

The rebels left their relatives and were silent until the twilight.

......

A thousand swords are slashed.

He did not count the exact number.

But after pulling the Canglan Sword from the chest of a girl who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, he knew that he had finally come to the top of the Demon Sword Peak, and it was rumored that the Lord of the Demon Sword Peak was the place where the Daoless lived and the Daoless Palace.

Is it cruel?

Cruel, of course.

But there was no way he could not be cruel.

Because if Fang Cai's sword speed was a little slower, it would not be his sword piercing the opponent's chest, but the opponent's sword shattering his sea of qi.

In the moment of life and death, kindness is never very beneficial to oneself.

If Qin Wuyi hadn't fainted, and was still open, after seeing this scene, he might also understand this truth.

But she is still too young, and it is equally useless to understand too much too soon.

Teacher, it's really difficult.

Laughing at himself, Qin Cang carried Qin Wuyi on his back, picked up the Canglan Sword that had finally begun to gradually become bloodstained after killing a thousand people, faced the Wudao Palace, and continued to march.

It is said that there is no way to be a palace, but in fact, only the first two words are more in line with reality.

Before coming to the Wudao Palace, Qin Cang not only had to separate his soul power to probe the surrounding movements, but also had to use his spiritual power to resist the Dao Wei on the Demon Sword Peak, but since he approached the Wudao Palace, those Dao Wei were like encountering a closed enchantment, and they did not penetrate in the slightest.

As for the word "palace" in the Wudao Palace, it is really not worthy of the name.

Since ancient times, those who dare to call the palace are all magnificent and magnificent places, and even more so, there is a dragon qi hidden in it, and it is not too much to call it a dragon's lair.

The Wudao Palace is inferior in terms of appearance and structure alone.

The nine-story staircase under the vermilion lacquer gate gave birth to moss.

The statues placed on the left and right are not the two well-known stone lions, but two stone carved ox heads, both of which have lost their ears, and the eaves above them seem to have not been renovated for many years, which are mutilated and old.

Is this really the place where the Lord of the Peaks lives?

According to common sense, the treatment enjoyed by the core disciples of a major sect is a thousand times stronger than this.

Qin Cang's eyes flickered, and he pondered while walking, and after taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and stopped moving forward.

At the same moment, the vermilion lacquer door, which was extremely commensurate with the bloody aura spreading around, slowly opened, revealing a middle-aged man standing with his hands in his hands.

He doesn't look handsome, compared to Liu Chengfeng, who was elegant at the beginning and later turned domineering, he can't be regarded as a person who can impress others with his appearance.

But his temperament is unique.

There is a change in calmness, and there is confidence in calmness.

It's like water, which is either immutable and unwavering, or stacked into a wave and turns the world upside down.

Qin Cang had never seen him before.

But the next moment after he appeared, Qin Cang couldn't help but think of three words that were most likely his name.

This is actually the embodiment of the deep-seated influence of temperament, forming a unique personality charm.

When Qin Cang was looking at him, he was also paying attention to Qin Cang.

A cold enough man, carrying a little girl on his back, holding a blood-stained sword in his hand, surrounded by blood and piles of dead bodies.

The scene was particularly shocking.

Qin Cang was particularly eye-catching.

However, after the eyes of the two sides met, it was not the middle-aged man who spoke first, but Qin Cang, who had killed all the way.

"Either you try to give me an answer, or I try to take your life, Demon Sword Peak Peak Lord, you have ten breaths of time to think about it. ”

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