Ling Luo defeated Gaoling Qingjue and restored the dignity of the Seven Realms of Xianmen. But anyone who has heard of the name of the mountain and sea master has a huge wave in his heart, and the peaks of the mountain in the autumn morning are already boiling.

The young master of Zhenhai Palace fell to Qiuchen Mountain, and the mountain and sea division reappeared in the world. These two things will soon spread out, and the worldly hermitage will be shaken.

The Seven Realms of Xianmen and the Zhenhai Palace in the Extreme North have formed a mortal enmity since then, but Qiu Chenshan does not need to explain anything about this matter, the Seven Realms of Xianmen have been at the peak of the hermit cultivation world for thousands of years, if the Zhenhai Palace comes to seek revenge, why be afraid?

Shanhai Shi, the person who communicates heaven and earth. Extinct for 10,000 years, 10,000 years ago, dominating the world, leaving a few formations, each of which has become the biggest reliance of the immortal gate.

Just like the way of Qiuchen Mountain, the remnants of the Heavenly Array left by the Mountain and Sea Master 10,000 years ago determined the supremacy of Qiuchen Mountain in the hermitage world.

At this time, there was a remnant body lying in the Ancient Heavenly Array on the mountain behind Qiuchen Mountain. The flesh and blood of the remnants were blurred, and they were no longer recognizable. Sitting around were Qiu Chenshan Palm Sword and five masters, who urged their own spiritual energy to pull the heavenly array.

The heavenly array gradually opened, and the continuous heaven and earth aura poured into the array, and the aura flickered with green filaments of light when it swirled, and the wisps were injected into the remnant body one by one, healing Ling Luo's injuries.

On the main hall of Qiuchen Mountain, during the banquet. Xiao Shu sat upright with his eyes closed, and all the teachers spoke in twos and threes, sometimes asking Xiao Shu questions, but Xiao Shu still closed his eyes and did not answer.

In this way, seven days passed, and Xiao Yi, the sword in charge, led a group of masters to the main hall, and Xiao Shu opened his eyes.

After a few days of not seeing him, Xiao Yi's demeanor changed greatly, his temples were dyed with white frost, and several masters were even more haggard, one of them was full of white hair.

And just seven days ago, they were all in high spirits, no different from those in the prime of life. It seems that in order to save Ling Luo's life, a lot of cultivation has been consumed.

All the masters stood up from the seat one after another, and they all gathered around Xiao Yi, who was in charge of the sword, and asked one after another.

"Xiao Zhangjian, how is the injury of Ling Hou's life?"

Palm Sword Xiao Yi secretly thought: Do you really care about his injury? The news of the appearance of the Shanhai Master has already spread back to the Immortal Sects, and my six old friends should also be about to arrive at Qiuchen Mountain!

He sighed slightly, and told the truth: "Ling Luo's recovery from his injuries is okay, there is no worry about his life for the time being, and he is recuperating in my Qiuchen Mountain disciple's room." ”

"Xiao Zhangjian, Ling Luo's serious injury is healing, we are very worried, can we go and visit?" Beiran Mountain Master Murong asked with a hint of urgency in his pleading tone.

The palm sword glanced at all the masters, and casually refused: "Ling Luo is just an ordinary disciple of my Qiu Chen Mountain, he is cultivating at this time, so it is not appropriate to be disturbed by you." ”

After speaking, the sword stepped out of the main hall, leaving all the masters to talk to each other.

Yiyun Peak, Qingju Courtyard.

There is a stone table in the courtyard, Xiao Yi and Xiao Shu, the sword in hand, sit opposite each other, the autumn breeze is blowing, and there are dead leaves falling from time to time.

Xiao Yi, the sword in his hand, picked up the teacup, but he didn't drink it for a long time.

"The yellow leaves are sluggish, the autumn wind is getting colder, and this year's autumn is coming to an end. For a long time, Qiuchen Mountain has quietly guarded the spring, summer, autumn and winter year after year, but now, this peaceful day is over. ”

Zhangjian took a sip of tea, and said, "I'm afraid, the hermit world will no longer be peaceful." ”

Xiao Shu's face was a little heavy:

"The mountain and sea division is back in the world, who doesn't covet the major immortal sects? Ling Luo, this kid caused such a big storm, but he couldn't cultivate Xuanqi, with his current ability, a monk who rode the wind rank could take his life. ”

The sword put down the teacup in his hand:

"I and a few masters tried to explore his sea of aura again, but just like last time, we didn't feel a trace of aura at all. Seven days ago, the majestic aura when he fought against Gaoling Qingjue disappeared inexplicably. And also...... His flesh has undergone a mutation, and he has entered a period of death."

Xiao Shu's expression froze: "Dying refining physique, a paragraph! How can mortals have a near-death quenching physique? Could it be ......?"

"Yes, it was the influx of earth qi that broke his body and accidentally refined it into a dead quenching body. But even the aura in the Heavenly Array can't heal this internal and external injury, and it can't cultivate Xuanqi, this rare death quenching is a ...... Pointless. ”

Xiao Shu sighed: "The major immortal sects are aggressive, and in the current situation, it is difficult for us to protect him. ”

The palm sword sniffed the fragrance of tea, closed his eyes and felt the coolness of this late autumn, but said lightly:

"Ling Luo was brought back to the secret realm from the world by Qian'er, and this incident can be regarded as because of my Qiuchen Mountain. However, there is no need to disturb, this son seems to have a destiny, and it is not something that you can kill at will. ”

......

It was night, in the house where the disciples lived, the moon entered the atrium, and the blue curtain was half down.

In the wing room, Ling Luo's injuries improved, and when he was making tea, he glanced at a book on the case, and saw a line of small words on the cover page-

"The poem is mediocre, just like the long road to cultivating immortals. ”

It's a collection of poems, Ling Luo couldn't help but be pleased, and looked at it casually.

I am a wisp of sunshine in Sendai, and I will not regret it for thousands of years.

You should only see Liu Langfu by mistake, and go to the red dust to fall into the flowers.

Ling Luo's eyes suddenly lit up, this poem was circulated outside the world, but Ling Luo, who was born in the world, had never seen it.

"Are there really fairies in the world?"

Ling Luo remembered an earthly poem, and the two were extremely similar.

I live in Taoli's house in the south of the Yangtze River, and the small garden returns to the Liuxia.

The spring breeze has nothing to do in this season, and it is always with leisure and flowers.

Ling Luo was stunned, it was actually two pairs of poems. The one I read before was written by an earthly poet, and the one in front of me is according to the author's tone...... Is it the Liuxia Fairy?

The Liuxia Fairy admired Liu Lang's poetry, and turned into a falling flower in the lower realm privately, just to be able to be looked at by Liu Lang, and wrote it in his pen, forever fixed in his poetry.

Thinking of this, Ling Luo couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, poetry and poetry are just fictional fantasies of poets. Does the earthly Liu Lang know that there is such an infatuated poem and an infatuated woman in the world. ”

Ling Luo turned another page and read it carefully, sometimes feeling comfortable, sometimes frowning slightly, as if he was thinking. When you read a beautiful poem, you can't help but chant it again and again......

It seems that the disturbances on the mountain in the autumn morning have nothing to do with him.

Ling Luo's right hand holding the book was covered with scars, and his arm, which had been blown by the earth's qi, could no longer return to its original appearance, and everywhere the earth's qi passed through his body, it was all badly damaged, and a pair of legs could not be used as flexibly and casually as before.

The lung injury has not healed, but it has worsened, but fortunately, the days are leisurely, the qi is calm, and the cough is less, and the chest is not so uncomfortable.

The night was dark, and finally, someone couldn't bear it anymore...... A black shadow flashed into the room, it was Yang Zhen, a disciple of Luozhu Mountain, who was approaching Ling Luo step by step.

Yang Zhen felt strange, he approached Ling Luo so easily, and there was no master around to take care of him? It seems that the task given to me by the master this time is not so difficult!

Palm Sword Xiao Yi said that Ling Luo was just an ordinary disciple of Qiu Chenshan, and that's it.

Ling Luo was reading the last paragraph of the words, and ignored Yang Zhen, Yang Zhen snatched the poetry book in Ling Luo's hand and threw it out of the window, and the pages of the book rattled in the air and fell on the grass.

Ling Luo smiled helplessly, and secretly thought, why didn't Yun Niang tell herself that carving the formation pattern would cause such a big incident!

"You dog also knows the Book of Wind and Moon? Yang Zhen mocked as soon as he entered the room.

It seems that apart from pigs and dogs, he really can't find any words to scold Ling Luo, after all...... They don't know each other. He didn't know what personality flaws Ling Luo had, or what unbearable things he had done.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs.

In the past few years in Nanling Kingdom, he has seen mountains of corpses and bones, and has seen human life cheaper than dogs, Ling Luo has long been like dust in his mind, and he is naturally indifferent to this kind of coarse insult.

With some difficulty, he got up, walked to the window, tiptoed out of the window, picked up the book, and tiptoed back into the room. Turn to the page you were looking at and keep looking.

Hey, this kid can bear it, Yang Zhen snatched Ling Luo's book again, and threw it out again: "Go pick it up!"

Ling Luo looked at him: "Brother, just read this book!"

"Brother, your kid is at least twenty years younger than me, it's more than enough to call me uncle, dare to call me brother?" Yang Zhen was very angry, and he didn't expect this kid to speak disrespectfully as soon as he opened his mouth.

Ling Luo looked at Yang Zhen and called calmly: "Nephew." ”

Yang Zhen heard these three words clearly, straightforwardly and directly, and shamed nakedly! Extremely humiliated, he was almost angry, and clenched his fists in anger. But he couldn't do it first, and the master explained that as long as he didn't do it first, he could be kept safe.

Ling Luo saw through his thoughts, and smiled helplessly:

"You're not trying to provoke me to do it to achieve your goals. Actually, it's not that troublesome. Everyone is a disciple of the Immortal Sect, as for the purpose of your coming to my room late at night, if you are embarrassed to say it, I will take care of you. ”

Ling Luo raised his hand and punched, and hit Yang Zhen very weakly.

Yang Zhen was overjoyed in his heart, this kid was too young, he really couldn't hold his breath! He didn't avoid it at all, he knew that Ling Luo's punch was no different from a mortal, and he, the punch with the hidden aura hit Ling Luo fiercely.

Ling Luo's fist suddenly turned into a clench, grabbing Yang Zhen's left arm, the blue arc flashed out, and Yang Zhen screamed.

"Ahh

After only half a breath, the entire arm was unloaded by the Arc Blade and fell to the ground. The arc blade broke through the mortal body, how could Yang Zhen know!

Yang Zhen screamed, his eyes were red, he gritted his teeth and looked at Ling Luo viciously, Ling Luo smiled at him, Yang Zhen suddenly didn't dare to approach, he squatted down to pick up his broken arm, but saw Ling Luo step on the broken arm, this foot stomped on his left arm.

Another kick......

After a few kicks, the severed arm was trampled into pulp.

"If you don't get out, I'll take your head off. Ling Luo's tone was extremely kind, and he flashed the blue arc blade of his fingertips as he spoke.

Yang Zhen was sweating profusely, his muscles were exposed, and he gritted his teeth and fled out of the Ling Luo room in anger.

Looking at the blood stains and meat residues on the ground, Ling Luo said coldly: "Using one arm as a foreshadowing, it's really bloody! ”