Chapter 129: Opening the Heavens with Life

Shencang Sword Mountain divides sword cultivation into eight levels, with the Sword Emperor being the seventh.

Because they don't have aura, if they want to distinguish the realm of sword cultivation, they have to look at the changes in their sword moves and the power of their sword moves.

Turning over the river and the sea, can forcibly divide the endless sea area and tear a way out, Chen Xiaoyu said that this kind of sword cultivation is called the peak of the Sword Emperor.

Meng Haobai coughed violently and was bleeding, but the corners of his mouth were smiling, he threw the borrowed long sword back to Chen Xiaoyu, and said urgently: "Little orange, Snow Maiden, you can follow this path now, and you can reach the other end of the Shenming Sea in an hour." ”

"Good!" Xuan Xue agreed, grabbed Chen Xiaoyu's hand, and jumped on the road out of the sea.

But she was the only one who jumped on the road, not that she couldn't catch Chen Xiaoyu's hand, but that the young man broke free of her hand.

Chen Xiaoyu looked at the white-haired and white-eyed old man Meng with blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and said, "Master, go with us." ”

Meng Haobai was stunned, he didn't expect Chen Xiaoyu to say such hypocritical words.

He is called a swordsman in the rivers and lakes, and he is called a sword cultivator in the cultivation world, no matter at that level, he is a chivalrous warrior who never detachs from the water, but at this moment, he was made to cry by his little apprentice who had just received a day, regardless of the image of an old man.

"You and the old man are so sensational, right?" Meng Haobai raised his hand, snapped crisp and pleasant, and tapped his two fingers together next to the drum bag that Chen Xiaoyu hit in the morning, pulling the corners of his mouth, "Let's go yours!" Sword Open Shenminghai is so big, the consciousness of the gods and those stupid pigs know that we are here, even if they are stupid, when they come, none of the three of us can leave! ”

"Then don't go!" Chen Xiaoyu was not frightened by Meng Haobai's words, and resolutely decided.

Through yesterday's conscious viewing, Chen Xiaoyu knew that his master, who had only worshiped for a day, would not be able to compete with the Qilin Divine Seal again, and if he left like this, I am afraid that he would really only be able to be a master and apprentice with the Sword Emperor Master for a day.

One day, twenty-four hours. Chen Xiaoyu was quite helpless, this seems to be a very long time, but it is actually a very short time.

He seemed to have lost a lot of things in a single day.

There are those who are destined for one side, and there are also those who fall in love at first sight.

So, this time he chose to stay, even if it was to be an oil bottle.

"What nonsense are you kid talking about?"

Meng Haobai didn't know why Chen Xiaoyu would say such irresponsible words, but looking at the sincerity on the young man's face, he instantly understood that his apprentice was a person with a story.

The old man lived for more than 30,000 years, and he also has a story.

"You're really not leaving?" Meng Haobai's empty right hand was opened, and a sword made of qi condensed from his palm.

Chen Xiaoyu nodded, extremely firm.

Meng Haobai sighed slightly, "Then pull out the sword behind you, wait for the gods to come down with the old man, and face the gods of the divine domain!" ”

Face the gods and slash the gods with your sword! It sounds very arrogant.

Chen Xiaoyu agreed, holding the hilt of the sword with his backhand, "Master! ...... in vain"

With a bang, Chen Xiaoyu's words were not spoken, and a thick sugar cane smashed on the back of his head, and the excited young man rolled his eyes, and the whole person fainted and fell on the boulder on the coast.

Sugarcane hovered in the palm of her hand, Xuan Xue smiled slightly, picked up Chen Xiaoyu, looked at Meng Haobai uneasily, and said, "The seniors really want to be alone and ...... with the city lord."

"Well, you take him, don't be in a hurry, after an hour, I will open the gate of the canopy connecting the human world and the divine domain, you must let him go back, even if it is a kick, you must kick him back to the world!"

Meng Haobai interrupted what Xuan Xue was about to say, repeated the instructions he had discussed with Xuan Xue before, and looked in the direction of Shenming City without looking back.

Xuan Xue knew that this strange old man was iron-hearted, she pouted helplessly, jumped off the shore with Chen Xiaoyu on her shoulder, and fell on the sea route where a sword split, paused, and threw the sugarcane in her hand over.

"If the seniors miss your apprentice, remember to eat sugar cane."

The sugar cane was planted straight on the shore of the gods, and the girl carried the boy on her shoulder, and without hesitation, she ran along the avenue of high waves on both sides.

Soon, he was gone.

The sound of grass streaking across tattered straw sandals.

Meng Haobai dissipated the sword formed by condensation, turned his head to look at the figure that gradually turned into a black dot on the sea road, and walked to the ferry port on the coast of the gods where there were the footprints of several people who had ascended to the god domain in the past 90,000 years, and recognized at a glance the footprints he left 30,000 years ago.

He's not like other people, he didn't come by boat, he came here.

So when he saw the footprints, he jumped into the open area and stepped on the extremely deep marks.

Na Cheng thought that since him, there would be no ascended cultivators in the world.

Chen Xiaoyu is the second.

"My apprentice, it's just good!" Meng Haobai sighed and looked up at the sky above Shenming City.

Several rays of light and shadow came towards the shore of the gods.

"Tsk, 30,000 years, enough to live!"

Meng Haobai's palm condensed sword qi again, and the sword qi turned into a brand-new long sword.

Then he gently raised his hand and dropped his sword, and the huge waves on both sides of the sea road behind him began to slowly fall, gradually submerging the road behind him.

This is a self-cutting back road, and it is also a cover for Chen Xiaoyu.

"Meng Haobai!"

The sky roared loudly, and with judgment, the brush fell.

"What are you shouting, god consciousness, you are just a fucking little city lord, and the name of this emperor is what you can shout?"

Meng Haobai disdainfully plucked out his ear droppings, squinted his eyes and glanced up at the consciousness of the gods standing in the sky, as well as the representatives of the gods of the entire divine domain behind him, there were more than thirty people.

The consciousness of the gods did not expect that Meng Haobai, who was at the end of the strong crossbow, would have such confidence and shouting, he tightened his mind and beware of fraud.

"Grinding and chirping, are you afraid of so many people?"

Meng Haobai, who had pale hair, caught a glimpse of the frowning consciousness of the gods, said a word of contempt, and then jumped up and raised his sword to slash at more than thirty gods.

The gods collapsed, and the consciousness of the gods quickly formed a seal in a hurry, and the unicorn mark in front of him reappeared, and he took the full sword of the Sword Emperor's cultivation.

Meng Haobai spat out blood, grinned, his teeth were blood-red, and he said arrogantly: "It's just that the god valley lord of 30,000 years ago and you are now worthy of fighting with the old man, and the rest of the gods are all straw bales!" ”

With that, the white figure and several sword lights passed back and forth in the sky above the Divine Coast, and the more than thirty representatives of the gods were dazzled and unable to intervene.

I don't know how long it took, the bright sword light under the sky gradually dimmed, and the white figure stopped.

The consciousness of the gods was full of sweat, and Meng Hao's body was covered in bruises.

"Emperor Meng Jian, you're old."

"Hehehe." Meng Haobai's beard was stained with blood, and his face was still full of disdain, "How long has it been?" ”

He asked.

The gods were unconscious, so they were stunned and said, "About an hour." ”

Meng Haobai suddenly raised his head, closed his eyes and listened, and then smiled calmly, "It's time." ”

What's to the point? The gods were at a loss.

When he opened his eyes, several sword qi suddenly appeared under his feet, each of which had ten thousand years of cultivation.

"With the order of my Sword Emperor, open the canopy again."

It was a soft voice, but it lasted for thirty-four hundred years.