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It's just that Zhaoxian Zhenren has survived the catastrophe and become a primordial god after all, he was alert in his heart, and immediately spat out the mantra spell, and his vision changed, only to see a jade white stele appeared in front of the throne where Ye Qingxue was sitting, and there was a person sitting on the stele, who was holding a green jade flute and blowing on his lips, and a butterfly was flying around him. As his flute sounded, layers of river waves began to appear in the void, and the sound of rushing water surged from the Si Yu God Monument, which actually filled most of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall in the blink of an eye.

Chen Jing threw the green jade flute into the void again, and the green flute floated in the river waves, but the sound of the flute did not stop, but there was some change, just like the sound made by the water rushing into the hole of the flute. The butterflies landed on the flute, and the butterflies in the river waves were also able to fly freely.

Chen Jing suddenly said: "True person, it's a pity that you are a primordial god, although you survived the catastrophe and came here, you didn't make the slightest progress, on the contrary, you also regressed, I don't know if what I said is wrong." ”

Zhaoxian Zhenren, who was still outside the river waves, just looked at Chen Jing standing high on the high platform in the river waves.

"When you crossed the tribulation, the body of the primordial god had been infected by the sword spell that overflowed in this heavenly court, although you were lucky not to die, but it also made you no longer progress, and your primordial god was abolished. If it weren't for the senior sister resisting the sword curse, the real person would have died under the sword of the dead sister. ”

Zhao Xianzhen's Yuan Shen body had no expression, but his body was trembling, as if the Yuan Shen was unstable and about to disperse.

The flute is still playing, as if it has magical power. The sound of the flute accompanied the river waves, engulfing the real Zhaoxian people.

I saw that Zhao Xian Zhenren suddenly remained motionless, and the original white body of the Yuan Shen suddenly turned black, and the black quickly spread, and after a while, his entire body had been dyed ink, and only one head was still white.

The green flute floated around Zhaoxian Zhenren, and the lost butterfly was attached to the green flute.

Chen Jing was there, and continued: "Actually, you should have known that the thousand-year-old grievances in this Lingxiao Treasure Hall have invaded your primordial spirit with the sword spell. You are no longer the head of Luofu who crossed thousands of miles and crossed the world with a sword. You are just a primordial god infected by resentment, and there is only one place in the world where you can survive. ”

As soon as Chen Jing's words fell, a voice suddenly appeared in the void: "Only Baling can let you survive in this world." ”

At the same time, a woman's face appeared in the void, and she stared at Zhaoxian Zhenren as if she hadn't seen Chen Jing at all. Zhao Xianzhen didn't say anything, as if he was trying his best to endure something.

The sound of the flute is still circulating in the void, whimpering and tactful, like crying and complaining, touching the heart and lungs.

At this time, Zhao Xianzhen's heart was in chaos, and the flute sound drilled into his heart lightly, turning into layers of illusions, making his mind involuntarily sink into it, and the resentment that poured into his body after his previous tribulation was like ink-dyed paper, quickly dissolved, and it was black.

At the same time, there was a voice in my ears at some point, "Only Baling can let you survive in this world, only Baling can let you survive in this world, only Baling can let you survive in this world......"

One by one, it surged in his heart.

Finally, he rose to his feet, rushed out of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, and fell towards the world like a dark cloud.

And the woman's face that appeared in the void suddenly turned to look at Chen Jing, and that look was very different from Chen Jing's impression, as if she was extremely sober and as if she had gone crazy.

She glanced at Chen Jing and then disappeared, Chen Jing was very surprised that Gu Ming had changed slightly, and he actually had this incredible magical means. However, he didn't have time to think about what was going on, and for a while he couldn't think about why Gu Mingwei, who couldn't leave Baling City, had such an unfathomable magical means, and was actually able to manifest in the heavenly court above the nine heavens, and bewitched Zhaoxian Zhenren into Baling City, it is conceivable that Zhaoxian Zhenren who entered Baling City would never have the possibility of coming out again, and the resentment in Baling could make a cultivator who was not enough in the realm fall into the darkness and never wake up.

He didn't think about it anymore, and with a wave of his hand, the illusory river waves in the Lingxiao Treasure Hall set off, filling the entire hall. At the same time, he continued to play a string of spells, chanting and drinking a mantra of the gods in the river waves, and then disappeared in the waves.

"Ahem...... cough cough cough cough ......" Chen Jing coughed suddenly, his body trembled a little, bent over slightly, this time the cough came more violently, if there was blood in his body, I was afraid that he had coughed up blood now.

The entire Lingxiao Treasure Hall set off a big wave because of his cough, the sword wire entered his body, he wanted to refine it, but he couldn't do it, from the subtle sword wire he felt the murderous aura that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, this kind of killing is not a resentful killing intent, nor is it the killing intent of the enemy, but a dignified killing intent, when Chen Jing wanted to refine one of the sword wires, he gave birth to a feeling, feeling that it was not a sword wire, but a heavenly river, a sword river that swept the heavens and the earth, so Chen Jing gave up the practice of refining the sword wire in his body. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: "This is the real sword intent, the sword intent that will not be dispersed for thousands of years." ”

Chen Jing has naturally developed sword intent over the years, otherwise how dare he venture into the body of Zhaoxian Zhenren, although he did not achieve his goal, but Zhaoxian Zhenren did not refine it.

A divine spell appeared in the river waves, and it disappeared in a flash, and the river waves filled this Lingxiao Treasure Hall, integrating the sword spell gossamer that had not yet dispersed into the river waves. From his nostrils, two rays of light, one black and one yellow, melted into the river waves and disappeared.

He is arranging a formation, or he is sacrificing a sword domain, a sword domain like Xiuchun Bay back then, but now he has a cloud-like difference between his realm mana and swordsmanship and back then.

Chen Jing could imagine that in a short time, this place would definitely be the focus of the major monks' contention, and he had to guard this place and not let people disturb his senior sister.

He still remembers that after returning to the yang world from Qin Guangcheng in the underworld, he was chased and killed by the monks of the human world as a monster of the underworld. However, when Ye Qingxue came, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, and the dazzling white light not only illuminated the heaven and earth of Longpo, but also illuminated Chen Jing's dying heart.

Ye Qingxue, who was not yet fully famous at that time, fought with the young heroes of the entire Obsidian Prefecture, and later, in addition to the first-level figures, the senior ones also made a move, but they were all defeated by Ye Qingxue's thunder.

That battle, three days and three nights. defeated all the obsidian states, but did not kill anyone, which made Ye Qingxue's name.

After so many years, it was finally Chen Jing's turn, he looked back at Ye Qingxue who was lying on the former emperor's seat, his face was pale and terrifying.

At that time, Chen Jing was like a skeleton, falling under a tree, and Ye Qingxue stood in front of him back then, facing the people who practiced qi in Yizhou alone.

Today's Chen Jing, before standing on the throne of the emperor, sacrificed to the great array alone, waiting for the arrival of the most powerful group of people in this heaven and earth, and unconsciously, he had grown to a height where he could touch the peak.

He knew that Zhao Xian really wanted the sword in Ye Qingxue's hand, and he also wanted this seat. He was sure that this Imperial Throne was the central general outline that controlled this Lingxiao Treasure Palace, but Ye Qingxue had said that he couldn't let him leave his seat, so Chen Jing wouldn't touch her.

The hall outside the Lingxiao Treasure Hall can still make those characters who have not been out for a long time fight for life and death, let alone this Lingxiao Treasure Palace.

Chen Jing played out one magic trick after another, and he took out all the skills he had and integrated into this legal domain.

Outside the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, spiritual lights flew from all directions in the southeast, northwest, and north. Look at those spiritual lights are either clear and dazzling, or obscure and hazy, all of them reveal the breath of the strong.

Heaven and earth, which had been silent for thousands of years, began to revive on this day when Heavenly Court appeared. The belonging of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall is destined to be remembered by this heaven and earth. And in this paragraph, Chen Jing's name will be the strongest and most colorful.

Thick as ink, bright as blood.

In the Lingxiao Treasure Hall of the Heavenly Court, there are people who sacrifice the sword domain alone.

In the underworld Qin Guangcheng, some people built a mirror platform alone.