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As soon as his words fell, someone said: "Speaking of which, this Jinghe River God is actually very good, I heard that there was a thousand-year-old Xuan Turtle Crossing Tribulation in the Evil Dragon Gorge back then, and it was his law to protect." ”

"At this time and then, no one knew about it, but now almost everyone knows about it. In my opinion, not only can the gods of Cuiping Mountain not be able to cross today, but Chen Jing of Najing River will also die. Don't forget, he Chen Jing has a lot of enemies, they were all taken over by Ye Qingxue back then, and now that Ye Qingxue has disappeared, those people naturally found him. It can be said that many people are coming for him this time. ”

Yan Luoniang heard the more and more worry in her heart, and her eyes couldn't help but look at the Taoist who was carrying the purple and blue double swords, because when he asked for directions, he was asking Jinghe Xiuchun which direction he was bending.

"Could it be that he has a grudge against the river god?" Yan Luoniang glanced at the monk with a nine-point red ring scar on the top of his head again, and thought to herself what he was here for, why did he appear here. For these two people, she still has lingering palpitations.

"Boom...... Smack......"

The thunder light illuminated the rolling black clouds above the nine heavens clearly, and under the dazzling thunder light, all sounds seemed to have disappeared, and time stopped in an instant. Yan Luoniang kept looking up, but this time, at the moment when the thunder light lit up, she found that there was a person in the Nine Heavens who was barbed down from the Nine Heavens with the thunder light.

The man was dressed in black and had blue hair, and he was holding a short pestle, which still emitted a strong golden light under the thunder.

"Dove." Someone in the wind and rain pavilion exclaimed, Yan Luoniang didn't look back at anyone at all, her eyes stared at it without blinking, at this moment, her heartbeat had stopped, and the thunder that was originally a moment of thunder, but she felt that hundreds of millions of years had passed.

As the thunder light pierced the dark and silent world, a cold voice spread through the heavens and the earth along with the thunder light.

"Bai Su Fan, today is your death ......"

But the sound was cut off the moment the thunder fell, as if swallowed up by the darkness. The original golden light also diffused when the sound was interrupted.

"What is ......?"

Someone in the wind and rain pavilion was shocked, and they took a few steps forward one by one, but no one answered.

Yan Luoniang didn't see clearly at the moment when the thunder light disappeared, and when her eyes adapted to the darkness, she only saw that the dove magpie in the sky had separated from its head, and its head was still falling to the ground in the sky, and its body and neck were still spurting blood.

Not only did Yan Luoniang not see clearly how the dove magpie died, but even few people in the Wind and Rain Pavilion could see it clearly.

Silence, silence in heaven and earth, silence in the wind and rain pavilion.

Yan Luoniang heard a muttering whisper in her ears: "I can't imagine that there is such a skilled person in swordsmanship outside of Luofu." Looking sideways, it was the young Taoist with a pair of white eyebrows on his back with purple and blue swords.

"It's Chen Jing."

The voice was sure that it was the gray-clothed monk with a nine-point carmine ring scar on the top of his head.

"How could it be him." Someone doesn't believe it.

"Hereby...... Zizi ...... "There are electric sparks swimming among the black clouds of the nine heavens, like a silver dragon trapped in the darkness, struggling to break the shackles of darkness.

As soon as someone in the Wind and Rain Pavilion finished saying that, a voice spread out from the void.

"Jinghe Chen Jing is here to protect the Cuiping Mountain Shendu Transformation Heavenly Tribulation, if there is a grudge against me Chen Jing, please wait for the Heavenly Tribulation to pass in front of my temple."

Only the voice was heard, but no one appeared. When the words fell, the thunder fell from the nine heavens, and the blinding light dispersed the darkness, and there was a loud bang, as if it was to add power to the voice.

"It's him." Someone said with a sigh.

Yan Luoniang suddenly became excited, and the fear of so many days seemed to be dispelled at this moment. She didn't expect that the river god who was still helpless in the face of the carp spirit in the river back then was so powerful, and even so many people in this wind and rain pavilion were surprised.

The thunder fell silently, and the sound was not as fast as the thunder light fell.

The sixth thunderbolt fell calmly, and it seemed that the people in the darkness were shocked by Chen Jing.

Yan Luoniang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that they should not come again. However, before his mind could arise, the seventh heavenly thunder had already fallen. When this thunderbolt appeared, there were already three people in the sky, and they fell with the thunder like the previous dove magpie. Yan Luoniang's heart instantly lifted.

This silent thunder seemed to stop in the sky, turning into a white line that connected the heavens and the earth.

Under the thunder, the slightest is clear.

The last of the three suddenly slipped open in the middle, and blood bloomed. The same happened for the second one, and the third body suddenly vanished, only to be reduced to two pieces falling from the void in another place.

The thunder fell, and everything returned to darkness. It was just a thought, but three people had already died.

"The sword fell from the clouds and melted into the thunder." The owner of the Wind and Rain Pavilion stood by the pavilion with his hands behind his back and said affirmatively.

Yan Luoniang could feel the hidden shock in his seemingly flat voice, she had heard the master say that the power of heaven is infinite, all the Dharma is guided by the situation, and practicing the Dharma by virtue of the power of heaven is the true means of a cultivator. When she first heard this, she didn't think so, but with the improvement of her mana and the improvement of her realm, she realized how difficult it was to practice the Fa with the power of heaven, not only difficult, but also extremely dangerous. Now that she saw Chen Jing fused into the heavenly thunder with his sword, and used the power of the heavenly thunder to kill the enemy like a chicken and a dog, she realized that she was far away from the river god.

The eighth thunderbolt fell.

The rumbling thunder was endless, and Yan Luoniang could feel it even in the wind and rain pavilion. How thrilling it must have been above the nine heavens. At this moment, Yan Luoniang understood that the gap between herself and the River God was not in the mana, but in the realm, in the kind of state of mind that dared to merge and pull in the face of the mighty heavenly might.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano sounded between heaven and earth.

The sound of the piano is not heavy, it sounds very faint, if there is none, a gust of wind seems to be able to blow out the sound. However, in the rumbling thunder, the sound of the piano lingered in the ears, ethereal.

"It's ...... This is the White Rock of the Qin Demon of Obsidian. ”

The young man in the wind and rain pavilion who had been holding a white peony fan and shaking it gently suddenly said in shock.

"It's him, I didn't expect him to come." The owner of the Wind and Rain Pavilion sighed.

Yan Luoniang didn't know who this Qin Demon Baiyan was, and heard someone who didn't know inquiring, and someone explained: "This Qin Demon Baiyan is said to be a stone qin absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon to attain the Tao, and the legend has been transformed a hundred years ago. ”

As soon as the words of the people explaining in the Wind and Rain Pavilion were finished, Chen Jing's voice fell above the nine heavens: "I didn't expect you to come too." ”

"yes, I'm here. I saw your swordsmanship more than a decade ago, and now, I want to experience it for myself. It's not in vain that I will compose a song "Jiuhua Sword Immortal" for you. The voice was very soft, like the speaker who had not eaten and was hungry for three days and three nights and had no strength to speak, but it was very consistent with the sound of the piano.

"Why are you here?"

"I originally came for the white tiger in Cuiping Mountain, and now, I want to experience your thunder sword power for myself."

"Why bother, you are kind to me, after today, why don't you come to my temple to drink and talk, I will dance the sword for you, it's good."

"Hehe, I just like to watch people struggle on the edge of life and death, last time you listened to my "Jiuhua Sword Immortal" song, this time I will taste my self-created "Heaven and Earth Chaos". As the sound fell, the original sound of the piano became clear in an instant.

Yan Luoniang listened attentively, and only felt that the sound of the piano was extremely pleasant, and the tune was melodious and long. The sound of the piano started, and all other sounds disappeared, and there was only the sound of the piano in the ears, and everything else was not there. I faintly heard someone shouting behind him: "It's not good......"

However, Yan Luoniang felt relaxed physically and mentally, and all her troubles had disappeared. The eyes are still looking at everything above the nine heavens, and the thunder and the people who suddenly appear are like another world, that is, the fish in the water looks up at the people on the shore, no matter how people fight, it has nothing to do with it.

A butterfly appeared above the nine heavens, and the butterfly flew out of the thunder light, shuttling between several people, and the light blue butterfly wings moved lightly, ethereal and flashing. In Yan Luoniang's eyes, the nine days in the sky were like a silent movie.

Pieces of splendid spells were scattered, colorful and varied. A dazzling light appeared out of thin air, and one magic weapon after another was overwhelmingly pressed.

The wind was blowing and the rain was pouring down.

But in Yan Luoniang's eyes, it was silent.

Suddenly, in her eyes, the brilliant spells above the nine heavens turned into a sea of flowers, and a pale blue butterfly flew lightly in the sea of flowers. Free and uninhibited. The idea of wanting to play in the sea of flowers suddenly occurred in her heart, and at this moment, she had forgotten herself, and she felt that she was also a butterfly.

The palm of his hand suddenly tingled, and he woke up in an instant, and there was no longer only the sound of the piano in his ears. Instead, there was a burst of spell crackling, and the sound of wind and rain poured into my ears. Looking down, I saw that the stinging place was the palm of the hand holding the lamp, and I saw that the flame of the lamp was only a little, and it was about to be extinguished at any time, so I hurriedly input the mana, and then looked up at the sky It was already calm. The sea of flowers, the sunset-like spells, and the people were gone.

There was a sword roar in his ears, and before he could look sideways, a purple and green light rushed out from the wind and rain pavilion, and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye. Immediately after that, another red light rushed out, Yan Luoniang knew that this was the monk, and the first one was the Taoist with white eyebrows. Before she came back to her senses, her eyes were dark, the wind was blowing, Yan Luoniang's black hair was flying, and the slightest drizzle drifted into her neck, only to find that the wind and rain pavilion had disappeared, and the people in the wind and rain pavilion had long since disappeared.

She looked back and saw that her senior brother and sister were standing quietly behind her, some looked up at the sky, some looked down, and some looked into the darkness, the second senior sister was still carried on the back by the fourth senior brother, unconscious, and the senior brother's face became worse and worse.

Everything is like a dream, like a dream.