Before his words fell, the person disappeared abruptly in the void, and when he reappeared, he was already in the gray pavilion on the top of the cliff, the sleeves of the star robe flicked on the stone table, and a stone piano appeared on the table, the piano was gray, with five strings, but at a glance it looked like a stone string, and there were cloud patterns on the piano.

The qin is now, and the others have already sat down, their hands flicked on the stone qin, and a sonorous killing sound rose casually, extremely abrupt, like the attack gold horn in the ambush of the battlefield.

There was a murderous aura in the sound, and it spread instantly.

At the moment when the piano sounded, a voice sounded in the void: "The demon wants to escape, stop him." When this voice started, it was when Chen Jing's body was like a sword and passed away with the sword, only to see a person closest to Chen Jing, his body changed, stopped in front of Chen Jingzai, and with a wave of his hand, a golden spell spilled out, and the golden light flooded Chen Jing. The other party's brows stretched, the corners of his mouth chuckled, and then the smile was not fully expanded, and a sword light was sprinkled down like a screen. In his eyes, he seemed to see a sword with only a blade and no hilt, and the sword body merged with the sword light. I saw that my heart was already tingling, and I only had time to let out a miserable scream.

The curtain vanished, and a skeleton stained with flesh and blood fell from the void into the mountains.

It was only a split second, and in the distance only a silver light appeared, then disappeared, and the person who stood in the way had been cut into a human frame.

"Haha...... Good...... There are a few people in the world who have such swordsmanship. Bai Yan sat in the small pavilion and laughed, his hands paddled on the piano, and the sound of the piano echoed in this space, the sound of killing, Jin Ge Iron Horse, if there is substance.

He didn't know when his eyes were already hot, and he opened his mouth and sang: "Jiuhua has a sword immortal, peerless and independent, the body is like a withered carrion, and the heart is like a mirror vibrating the sword......" He has excellent singing skills, with the sound of the piano, even if you close your eyes and listen to it, there will be a living image of the sword fairy in your mind.

Killing the piano sound, ** surging singing.

Just as he was singing this, an old man's voice sounded in the void: "The demon is powerful in swordsmanship, don't be approached by him." ”

From Chen Jing drawing his sword to cutting a person into a skeleton with a sword screen, in an instant, all kinds of spells rushed in the night sky under the starlight and waning moon, colorful, hazy, glamorous, and chaotic.

Fa is like fireworks, brilliant starry sky, beautiful and dangerous.

Fireworks symbolize the fleeting life, and Chen Jing at this moment is the most brilliant moment in his life, wrapped in a sword, fighting for a glimmer of life.

Chen Jing was drowning in the boundless spell in an instant, like a wave of sunshine surging, drowning, and annihilation.

On the cliff, Bai Yan pulled out the stone strings and sang loudly: "The laughter is carried forward in the spring breeze, the screen is covered with wine and the skeleton is chanted, the spell is empty, and a little sword intent shows frost and cold......"

The void is rippling, and a person comes from all directions, or hidden, or flying away, or stepping on the magic weapon, or waving his hand, all of them look silent. In the void that had been submerged by spells, a white sword light flickered away, like a trace of ice and snow in the waves of colorful terrifying waves, ready to melt and disillusion at any time.

"Disillusionment, disillusionment, silence and sinking, far away from the ......" In the Lonely Cliff Pavilion, Bai Yan's hand played the piano and the speed suddenly slowed down, and the sound of the piano was blurred in an instant. His voice was equally soft, but it was unusually clear, like a cry in his ear.

“…… The waning moon shines alone on the lonely green mountains. A little bit of survival, full of life-killing techniques......"

The piano floats low among the mountains, blending into the starlight over there.

The outstanding disciples of the younger generation among the more than thirty major avenue sects stood in the void, on the top of the mountain, looking at the stained ten-mile killing field above their heads. Silently chanting incantations, staring at the wisps of sword light that could be disillusioned at any time, one spell after another was swung out, countless and innumerable, and dozens of miles of aura were chaotic.

Silent, the night sky is like day, and the sky is full of light.

Only the sound of the spell crackling, and the sound of the cliff-top piano, and the chant that had turned into a whisper.

“…… The soul is scattered, and I will do my promise. The rhetoric is still in the ears, and the people have been disillusioned? ......" Bai Yan lowered his head and pulled out the stone string, but he was able to take in everything that happened in the void space and stood up.

The sound of the piano lingers and fades into depression.

"How can the monsters of the underworld be attached to the prosperity of the world and be extinguished."

The voice of cold slaughter echoed through the void.

Suddenly, a brilliant white light rushed out of the glow, swaying like the Milky Way being swept by a strong wind, scattering in all directions.

A young disciple in front of him, with a little cold light reflected in his eyes, was frightened in his heart, and was about to escape, his eyes were tingling, the ice blade entered his brain, and a warning voice faintly came from his ears: "Everyone be careful, this is the Immortal Buddha." However, he never had a chance to be careful, he couldn't understand how this sword could be so fast, and he didn't react at all if he was so fast. He didn't know that by the time his own body fell to the ground, three people had already turned into corpses like him.

"The silver mangs are shocking, and the immortal Buddha ...... is cut in an instant" The sound of the piano suddenly became passionate when the silver mangs appeared, and they merged with the stormy weather.

In the midst of the chaos of spells, a brilliant silver light shot out into the sky and flashed away into the distance.

A woman in Taoist costume blocked the road on her back, and the spell started, and the blood between her neck sprayed the night sky, and the person withered like blue and flowers.

"Don't look at his sword." A voice sounded in the air.

However, between he spoke, the sword light had been more than ten miles in an instant, and the person blocking in front of him was killed by touching the white light.

The sword is no longer a sword, but a cloud of sword light, and no one can see anyone, and is wrapped in the sword light.

The sword light was like lightning, and it had disappeared into the sky in a flash. Many people can't see the sword, only the sword light, and can't see Chen Jing, who is like a sword falling behind the sword.

At a distance of more than ten miles, there were quick reactions along the way who came to stop them, but they were all stabbed to death by a sword.

The moment the sword light stabbed out, the speed was so fast that no one could dodge. Everyone was frightened for a while, but fortunately, the sword light didn't stop at all, and it had disappeared into the starry sky in a blink of an eye. When he is far away, people with good eyesight will see Chen Jing's red eyes, and there are madness, struggle, and confusion in his eyes. He will also be seen to be physically disabled.

"Chase, he's already seriously injured, don't let him get away."

In the blink of an eye, the mountain was quiet again, and the corpse that fell from the mountain forest was brought back by the same disciple and brother, and disappeared in an instant, and it was a hundred and ten miles away in a flash. After they left, the smoke rose from the mountains, and a mountain range centered on the lonely cliff disappeared into the mist.

Only the passionate sound of the piano is spreading far away, and there is a murmuring and shallow singing in the piano sound.

"The remnants leaned on the sword and passed away, leaping 100,000 miles, looking back at the eyes like blood, and the gods and demons thought of ......"

What the heaven and earth looked like thousands of years ago can only be found in legends, but in the hearts of many people, this is the time when the wind of cultivation is at its peak. Those who compete for immortal Taoism in the world, whether they are poor or rich, must send their children to the immortal gate to practice. Although as far as the entire world is concerned, there are no people in the Yuan Shen Immortal Dao, but there are still people who send their own children to the immortal gate in their eyes. There is no so-called small sect and big sect in them, in their eyes they are all full of immortal energy, and there is no difference.

Although there are few people who can learn any real skills, they can't cultivate into primordial gods, and they can't live forever, but most of them will learn a few superficial spells to go back, even if they are stained with immortal energy, their status in the world is much higher, and they can be on an equal footing with ordinary local officials.

In the human world, the gods and immortals in the cultivation world are one, but they don't know that there are gods in the city, and ordinary true cultivators will not appear, and even if they appear, they will try their best to restrain their breath, and cover themselves up with their own secret methods to avoid being discovered by the gods in the city.

And the battle in the cultivation world generally does not affect the mortals between heaven and earth, even if there will be a battle between cultivators in the world, it will be blocked by the gods, the gods can borrow the power of mountains and rivers in their own divine domains, and generally the cultivators of the elder level in the various sects are not opponents. You must know that when the mountain god and river god left his own realm, it was only equivalent to refining and refining qi, although it was much higher than the refining in the early stage of a cultivator, but refining and refining qi was only the beginning of real cultivation.

Ox Horn is the name of a city, and as for the origin of this city, only the old man in the city can tell the half-scaly claw. Today, in the dry city, the doors are closed, and there are those who have the courage to poke their heads out and look into the sky, but the sky is white and white, and the wind is gusting. The windows of the houses were facing each other, and they all looked at each other, and they could see doubts in each other's eyes.

After a while, quite a few people came out of the house and walked down the street, discussing something with their friends. The white clouds in the sky suddenly moved, and the huge white clouds broke into small broken clouds and flowed in one direction.

"Here they are......" suddenly shouted from above the city. The sound was like opening an invisible door, and the clouds in the sky accelerated and gathered in one direction. The breeze changed direction, increased suddenly, and a wisp of dark clouds appeared in the sky, and the dark clouds spread rapidly, as if they would be contagious, and the original white clouds suddenly turned black, like black ink.

After shouting at the head of the city, they did not hide back in the house, but looked at the sky curiously one by one. In the distance, I only saw a dazzling white light flying under the dark clouds in the sky, and at the same time as seeing the white light, a voice had already heard in my ears: "Jiuhuajing River embroidered spring bend river god Chen Jing borrowed the road." ”

When the voice fell, the dazzling white light had already whistled by. The people in the city did not react at all, and when the sword passed, the clear sound of the sword still circulated in the sky above the city, and after a while, a gust of wind whistled by, and the dark clouds on the horizon also dispersed. After a while, more than a dozen points of light of different colors flew by, crossing the sky above the Ox Horn Dry City, chasing the dazzling light in front and disappearing into the sky.

"Is it that they fought all night in the Yellow Fog Gorge a hundred miles away?"

The people of the city looked at the vanishing light and seemed disappointed that they had not been able to see their faces.

"I guess so." Someone replied: "In the white light flying in front of him, the man said that he is the river god of what river in Jiuhua Prefecture?" ”

"Jinghe."

"Where is Jinghe?"

"I think it's embroidered spring bend!"

"He's a river god, and who else dares to chase him."

"Who knows! We don't understand the affairs of the fairy family. ”

This is not the first time this has happened. Chen Jing flew all the way towards Jiuhuazhou, wrapped in a sword, extremely fast, but also extremely eye-catching. Wrapped in the sword gang, and the sword is one, it doesn't take much mana, and at the same time, it can swallow the aura of heaven and earth, but this is like flying away for a year and a half without anything. However, things are naturally not so simple, he has been hit by the 'Revenant Nightmare Curse'. No matter how he avoided the pursuers, he still killed people all the way, and ran for his life all the way. Occasionally, you can dodge, meditate and meditate for a while, and you will be caught up by others.

He didn't know how long he had been escaping, but he felt that the Xiuchun Bend of the Jinghe River in Jiuhua Prefecture was so far away, as if he couldn't go back with a lifetime of time and life.