He immediately rushed towards the outside of the tower without looking back, the speed of the sword light was extremely fast, if someone had been watching Chen Jing outside, what he saw was that the sword light had rushed into the golden tower, and suddenly he had already circled in the tower, and then rushed towards the outside of the tower. At this moment, the tower door slowly closed, the speed was not fast, but there was an invisible restraint in the tower, and the air suddenly changed from a formless and materialless state to a watery thing, and with the bloom of the sword light, the aura in the space became a quagmire-like thing. Although it is still formless, Chen Jing clearly feels it.

The change in the tower was just the moment when Chen Jing rushed out quickly after discovering that a sea of fire had poured out from the top of his head, he knew how to use instant swordsmanship, however, since entering Kunlun Mountain, the entire heaven and earth seemed to have changed, and the instantaneous swordsmanship was also suppressed, and it could not be done in an instant between heaven and earth outside. It is extremely difficult to even penetrate the void, it is like someone else entering Chen Jing's divine domain, no matter what spell it is, it will be greatly discounted.

The flames above his head poured like a waterfall, Chen Jing's heart was in a hurry, the sword light bloomed, shattering the restraints, and rushing towards the outside of the golden pagoda frantically. In the blink of an eye, danger comes. The intense danger seemed to have penetrated his soul, but Chen Jing rushed out of the tower as if he had gone crazy.

A waterfall of flames washed down.

Chen Jing's eyes seemed to see the flames burning the aura, and there seemed to be a molten slurry in the center of the earth falling on his back, and Jian Gang actually had a feeling of immediate disintegration under that temperature. Chen Jing first tingled, followed by a feeling of dizziness. In an instant, there was already a blur in his eyes. He understood that this was hurting his Yin God. If you drown here, you can say that it is almost like death. The idol was nothing more than an unconscious idol. It may be occupied by some lonely ghost at any time, inheriting everything of its own.

But there wasn't much fear in his heart, and there was only the tower gate with a single line in his eyes.

The golden pagoda is shining brightly.

In the eyes of some onlookers above the Nine Heavens, they only saw that the Dragon King entangled in the golden pagoda was swallowed by the flames burning on the golden pagoda. And the huge body of the Jiaolong King, from the bottom to the top of the golden pagoda, spewed out a mouthful of dragon breath from top to bottom, but it could not extinguish the flames on the golden pagoda at all, and the Jinghe aura attracted by the Jiaolong King dispersed like a mist in the flames.

Someone with a heart naturally noticed that Chen Jing entered the Golden Pagoda, and at the moment when the door of the bottom of the Golden Pagoda was closed, that is, the moment when the flames on the Golden Pagoda burned from the top to the bottom, a dragon roared, boundless wind and clouds gathered, and the spiritual sea in Kunlun Mountain was surging, turning over the river and the sea.

There was a roar in the dragon's groan, and the golden pagoda shattered inch by inch.

The Jiaolong King, who had been burned by the flames on the golden pagoda, no longer had a trace of scorch marks on his body at this time, and his deep body was full of brilliance, and he didn't know when he had already given birth to a claw. Dozens of feet of dragon body twisted in the void, and the aura in Kunlun surged.

The change between the lightning and flint was unexpected, and many people thought that the Dragon King did not succeed in turning into a dragon, but they didn't think it would be.

"Haha......, I understand, I understand......" Jiaolong King laughed, but in his laughter, a huge golden pagoda appeared, when everyone saw the golden pagoda clearly, the golden pagoda had already covered the Jiaolong King inside, from transparent to translucent, so that it was completely impossible to see the appearance of the Jiaolong King in the golden pagoda.

A sword light flew out, penetrating the spiritual mist in the mountain, and flew straight into the sky, and a faint sword groan sounded in the void. That sword light, in the eyes of others, is like a little firefly in the night sky, flashing and extinguishing, and it is getting closer and closer.

"Kunlun Mountain is not a place where you can come and go."

In the Kunlun Mountains, the young man in the apricot yellow robe appeared again, still standing on the cornices in a corner of the temple, as if he had never left. Just as his words were rising, the aura in Kunlun Mountain surged, and a huge hand was flipped up like a wave, grabbing towards the little sword light that flew straight towards the nine heavens.

Suddenly, a bright light from the clouds fell towards the Kunlun Mountains, and at the same time, a clear sword groan sounded. With the sword light falling, a voice came down: "I have heard that Kunlun has not come out of Kunlun for a long time, and I am fortunate to see it today, it is an honor to be there. The voice came down from the clouds, far away. In the quiet world, there is a snow wind spreading.

This passage is not long, but it is not short. But it was enough to make Chen Jing leave Kunlun Mountain and return to the sky. In the time when he returned to the sky, that is, the time when the clouds were away from the dust and spoke, that sword light seemed to stir up the wind of the tsunami, the sword momentum changed, the sword gang skyrocketed, and the sword trick actually drove the aura of Kunlun Mountain.

A sword stabbed down, as if the snowstorm in Luzhou came with the sword.

The young Taoist in the apricot yellow robe did not disappear without a trace like he had done with Chen Jing before, but pointed out. In an instant, his whole person seemed to have become the center of Kunlun, and all the aura in Kunlun Mountain was concentrated on his body and on his finger.

The sword was shining brightly, and it stabbed straight down.

A finger points out, and the finger is like jade.

In an instant, the sword fingers intersected, and a circular brilliance burst out between the sword fingers. The sword flashed back, and it was actually back in Lichen's hands when Chen Jing flew above the Nine Heavens. The fingers of her right hand pinched the sword body, the eyes of the Danfeng eyes were still arrogant, she looked at the Kunlun heirs standing on the Taoist temple, and the Kunlun heirs also looked at her. There was a faint sword mark on that jade-like finger.

I only heard him say lightly: "Luofu Sword Immortal, it really deserves its reputation." ”

Lichen didn't answer, he had already untied the wine gourd on his waist, raised his head and drank a big sip, turned around and stepped into the void, as if walking on the ground. Her clothes fluttered, her black hair was flying, and the smell of wine was in the air, ignoring the strange look in the eyes of those who looked at her.

Chen Jing still hadn't left, he was looking at the golden pagoda that was still burning in the void. Not because Jiaolong was covered in the Golden Pagoda in his laughter, but because Ye Qingxue was in the Golden Pagoda. His eyes were already a little hazy, and he was holding a piece of jade slip from Ye Qingxue tightly in his hand, if he expected it to be the "Sacrificial Sword Heart Sutra" stolen from Luofu. He looked at the Kunlun heir, only to see him make a move, and the golden pagoda had fallen back into his hands.

Everywhere near and far, everyone is frightened. Everyone has seen the divine power of the Jiaolong King, but this Kunlun heir still used his unpredictable magic power to collect the Jiaolong King after the golden pagoda was broken.

They couldn't believe it in their hearts, and Chen Jing naturally couldn't believe it in his heart. Even he can get out of Kunlun Mountain, there is no reason why the Dragon King will be in there, if he wants to leave, I am afraid that no one in this world can stop him. But he was trapped in the Golden Pagoda, and his life and death were unknown.

Chen Jing immediately thought that maybe there was something wrong with the tower, or maybe in fact, all the energy of the Kunlun heirs was spent on suppressing the Jiaolong King. Chen Jing didn't think about it anymore, because he had already injured his soul and wanted to return to the river god statue in the river temple in Xiuchun Bend as soon as possible.

When he turned around, he had turned into a light blue butterfly and flew away. All of a sudden, people from near and far left, and Mount Kunlun returned to calm again.

Sometimes the things between heaven and earth are always so mysterious, when Chen Jing transforms into a human body in Kunlun Mountain and looks at the Taoist in Kunlun Mountain, others are also looking at him from a distance. He just tightened the jade slip in his hand, and then turned around and turned into a butterfly and flew away, many people could naturally see that the sword gang shrouded in butterflies was a little thinner, and the human body that had just manifested was also hazy.

The Jinghe Jiaolong King wanted to turn into a dragon, and he took the power of the Jinghe River for nine days, and only one of the river gods in the entire river basin survived, and he himself was finally trapped in the Kunlun Mountains. Some people say that the Jiaolong King is too expensive to resist the catastrophe, so it will be collected by the Kunlun descendants in the Kunlun Mountains with the Linglong Pagoda. Some people say that the main energy of the Kunlun heirs is on him, so he will finally be accepted, and there are people who have nothing to do with the Dragon King, but are intentionally included in it. It is also said that in the end, the butterfly was able to escape because Luofu's eldest disciple left the dust with that sword.

Anyway, Chen Jing survived, the Jiaolong King was accepted by the Kunlun heirs, and the river gods in the entire Jing River died.

Chen Jing had already returned to Xiuchun Bend, and he calmed down on the statue from the new attachment, and I don't know if it was because it had been quiet for too long, or because the dragon roar of the Jiaolong King ignited the hustle and bustle, and the heaven and earth began to be chaotic. Although this chaos was just the chaos of the ordinary world, the cultivation world was still quite calm, but there were more battles everywhere.

There are many large and small countries in the world, and many Taoist disciples go down the mountain to walk, accumulate good deeds, understand the heart of heaven, and feel the avenue. Naturally, there are more things to subdue demons and eliminate demons everywhere.

Some people challenge everywhere, some people frantically eliminate demons, some people eliminate demons, and some people say that no matter what he does, all he asks for is the road of immortality. There are also people who go around to seize treasures and the tricks of other people's sects, and some people wander around the world, and some people go to the world to be generals, princes, and emperors to pacify the troubled times, while some people go to the world to become homeless people, robbers, and become rebels. No matter what they do, the ultimate goal is indeed to transcend the Tao.

For more than 1,000 years, everyone has worked hard to practice according to the recipes left by their predecessors, listening to the legends handed down by the sages and teachers, and yearning for the day when they turn the world upside down. No matter how high you think you are, no matter how powerful you once was, you will eventually die. At most, it was only a few hundred years, and they all died, and the people behind them gradually went crazy.

They don't know that the trick is wrong, and the heavens and the earth have changed. If the magic trick is useless, but it can cultivate all kinds of incredible spells and magical powers, if it is useful, why can't it achieve the immortal path of immortality.

After more than 1,000 years of silence, the world began to move, and began to look for new ways to become immortals, although they were still practicing, but they were no longer limited to retreat.