readx;? This is a long street, dark and narrow, and the street is lined with high walls, but I don't know whose courtyard is enclosed on the other side of the wall. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 On the info wall, the branches of the old trees extend unbridledly, entwined together, and the autumn wind is bleak, blowing across the long street, and the ground is withered and yellow.

"Everything in the world is imaginary, and everything in the universe is a fantasy ......" the old man sang in a low voice, and the short song was sonorous.

Following the singing, I saw a thin figure walking slowly at the end of the long street. The old man was dressed in a green shirt, with crane hair and a childish face, his eyes slightly narrowed, and his gaze was lazy. A long banner on the left hand dances with the wind, and the flag is a series of dark red traces, criss-crossed.

The old man's hands are withered and slender, the fingers are straight, and the fingertips are neat, so it is conceivable that when he was young, he must have been a pair of palms like a blue man.

At this time, in his right hand, he was holding a delicate little hand, which was held high, reflecting a figure that only reached the waist of the old man. It was an extremely delicate girl, with delicate long hair, delicate eyebrows and eyes, delicate face, and delicate clothes.

"Grandpa, what do you mean by these words?" the girl looked up at the old man, and the clear spring flowed in her eyes.

"When you grow up, you'll understand!" the old man let go of the girl's little hand and caressed his delicate forehead dotingly.

Suddenly, the autumn wind was rushing, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground, sprinkling and flying like flocculents.

"Old thing, looking for you for endless years, it turns out that you are hiding here!" At the other end of the long street, there was a cold sound, which shook the withered yellow of the sky.

"The old man doesn't care about disputes for a long time, why do you have to kill them all!" The old man heard the voice, but he raised his head and looked up, his gaze seemed to penetrate the branches above his head, reaching high in the sky.

"Under the whole world, the secrets of the two realms, only you know it, if you don't die, my lord's heart is uneasy!"

"Huh...... The secrets of the two realms, the supreme will be enlightened, you kill, can you kill it again?" the old man whispered softly, but there seemed to be a sound wave visible to the naked eye, piercing the sky and breaking through the sky.

"Then I want you to be in the extreme realm, and there will be no supreme from now on!" For a while, on the long street, the killing intent was pervasive.

Only then did the old man withdraw his gaze and look at the other end of the long street. There, an ink-colored figure was slowly coming, holding a spear obliquely, the tip of the spear slashed across the ground, silently, but it was on the bluestone, leaving a long trace, one seemed to be straight, and then it was messy, as if it was a hidden mystery.

The old man was still walking slowly, not in a hurry or slowly, but where he stepped behind him, he saw a series of footprints, and he entered the stone for three points. The entire long street seemed to tremble a few times, imperceptibly, and the traces left by the spear were dispersed, and the pervasive killing intent was like a trapped cage, struggling and gradually stopping.

"Let's change places! don't startle mortals!" the old man spoke leisurely, his eyes unwavering.

"Hmph, do you want to find yourself a good cemetery?"

The corners of the old man's lips were slightly raised, and he was noncommittal, placed the girl in the corner of the wall, leaned over, and said softly, "Xiao Zhen, stay here, don't run around!"

"Grandpa, how long will it take this time?" asked the girl in a low voice as she leaned into the old man's ear.

"It may be more troublesome this time, if you are bored, count the fallen leaves! It is estimated that if you count to three hundred, it will be about the same!"

"Old thing, if you still have the heart to take care of others, I'll cut off your thoughts first!" As he spoke, a wisp of energy cut through the space, hideous as a python, deep as ink, and went straight towards the girl.

The old man shook his long flag, wrapped his energy into the flag, and then the pole of the banner slammed heavily, and the ground immediately opened, and the cracks spread like a spider's web.

"Woe to others, didn't your lord teach you this truth?" the old man's eyes were cold.

"If you want to kill me, follow me!" said that, the figure shook slightly, and then gradually became illusory until it dissipated.

"Hmph! Insect carving skills!" the inky figure snorted coldly and disappeared into the long street.

For a while, the autumn wind rose again, and in the wind chanting, there was only a childish whisper, "one, two, three......" and the girl's figure was already hidden in the corner, nowhere to be found.

This is the realm, separated from the extreme void, the boundary of the realm, boundless, as far as the eye can see, a reckless, beyond the reach of the eye, more than a million miles.

One said that the realm is in the sky, above the nine heavens, on the top of the thunderclouds. One said that the realm is in the earth, and under the ten earths, there is an abyss. Another thing is that the realm is in the human heart, but even if it is against the reincarnation and cut off the eternity, there are a few people who can break the boundary of this heart.

But right now, the old man is in the middle of a situation, and he is standing on a high mountain, as if looking down on all beings.

"Old thing, bring me here, aren't you afraid of alarming my lord?" High in the sky, an ink-colored figure came out, standing in the air, and it was majestic.

"You can't let your blood stain the land of the Extreme Realm!" the old man said indifferently, but his eyes were like torches.

"Don't be ashamed!"

After that, the wind gradually rose, and a huge spear shadow crossed the air, and several wisps of energy wrapped around it, like a dragon. The shadow of the spear stabbed down towards the top of the mountain, and for a while, the space was annihilated and the sky shook.

The old man jumped up, hunting in a green shirt, waving the long flag in his hand, and it was shaking so that the dark clouds covered the sun, and the mountains and rivers changed color.

"Shanhe Banner, Dao actually gave you such a venerable object!" was slightly surprised in his tone.

Before the shadow of the gun arrived, it immediately became illusory, and the dragon picked it up, piercing the firmament, and where it was broken, the breath of the desolation poured out, which was the rush of endless years. The spirit of the desolation ravaged the earth, shattered the mountains and rivers, swept the heavens, and shattered the stars.

The mountains and rivers no longer shake, but suddenly froze, no matter how they waved, but they did not move. It's just that the aura of the desolation has already locked it up, and it spreads to the old man and swallows it up.

The hands that clenched the pole became more withered and thin as bones. The crane's hair is yellow, and its childlike face is no longer childish, wrinkles spread over its forehead, climb up its eyebrows, and leap down the corners of its lips. This face, for a while, seemed to have aged for thousands of years.

"No wonder you dare to shout like this, you have such a reliance, the illusion of the desolation, it is really a big deal!" The old man was still calm as usual.

"After the desolate ancients, do you still feel powerless when you come to this technique again?"

"In the first battle of the wilderness, I was indeed injured by this technique, and to this day, I still have not recovered. The old man's words paused slightly, as if he felt a little regretful, "But you, after all, are not him, did he tell you again that I can no longer hold the sword?"

The words did not fall, but when he heard a loud sword roar, he twisted the pole with both hands, and the long sword was unsheathed. The old man's momentum changed sharply, the long sword was raised flat, the sword body trembled slightly, and the air of the desolation was exhausted, and it was difficult to get close again.

But I saw that the long sword was simple and unpretentious, and the seemingly ordinary could not be more ordinary, the sword body was dull and stained with rust, and the tail of the sword was handleless, just a few strands of rags entangled, held in the hands of the old man.

"Bluff!" in his voice, there was a hint of fear.

"You, look at it!" you said, and your eyes seemed to break through.

With that, the old man swung out his sword.

With only this sword, all the distant peaks were annihilated, silently. Only this sword, cutting through the sky, split in two, the fracture is as smooth as a mirror. Only this sword, the sword marks run across the earth, as if it stretches into an endless abyss.

This sword can kill gods and demons, this sword can punish thousands of immortals, this sword can break reincarnation, and this sword can shatter the barren sky.

The long sword was put into the sheath, and another one was added to the flag, which was exactly one hundred and eight.

"Tai Phantom, you came to find me in person, what's the point of letting these minions come?" the old man muttered in a low voice, "I crossed the wilderness, you think I'm hiding from you, but I'm in the name of my Yuqing Sword Venerable!"

Then he shook his head again, and said slowly, "Daodao, how long do you need to sleep, let me hold this old bone alone, you are really willing!"

On the long street, the autumn wind is still bleak, and in the wind, there are still whispers and chanting, "two hundred and ninety-eight, two hundred and ninety-nine, three hundred, three hundred and ......" The words "two hundred and ninety-eight, two hundred and ninety-nine, three hundred, three hundred and " have not yet been exported, and the figure of the old man is seen from the end of the long street.

"Grandpa, you're slowing down!" the space in the corner of the wall distorted, and the girl walked out of it.

"Hehe! it's just slow......" The old man didn't finish his words, but he was furious, only to see his angry eyes widened, and his green shirt was agitated and hunting.

Then a loud shout broke through the sky, "It's too fantastic, return my Xiao Zhen!"