In just an instant, Xun Ming suddenly withdrew his spiritual sense, and after his tightly closed eyelids, a pair of eyes suddenly turned red.

After running his spiritual power in place for a long time, his mind calmed down again, and he walked to the side of the square as if nothing had happened, and sat on a stone bench.

Sure enough, it's still like this......

As long as you sense the breath of the demon clan, you will subconsciously be irritable.

The higher the cultivation of the demon clan, the heavier the breath, and the more restless the mind will be.

And the heavenly painting scroll carved by the painting saint in the previous sea and mountain list, the breath of the big demon in it is almost like a substance.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Xun Ming reopened his eyes, revealing a pair of deep black eyes that had faded from bloodshot.

At this time, Xun Ming's eyes were deep, and he looked at it with an inexplicable depression for a while.

The starting hand of the previous picture scroll is a picture of an immortal slaying a dragon.

Ten immortals with a surge of qi in their hands besieged and defeated a huge black dragon with wings covering the sky.

Immortals and dragons are all covered in blood and extremely tragic.

One of them, a one-armed man with a broken gun, dressed in a blood-stained green shirt, stood alone in front of the crowd, with his back to the picture scroll, as if one person was holding up the entire sky.

Xun Ming was distracted after seeing the back of the green shirt.

It seems that there is a dog who smiles and grins all day long, and it coincides with the figure of that person.

Behind that picture were the personal scrolls of the ten immortals, lifelike, as if real people were jumping on top of the scroll.

The spear fairy who impressed Xun Ming, at the beginning of the ten, with a warm smile on his face, was holding a beautiful woman who was also among the ten.

As if there was a heavy pressure on his heart, Xun Ming, who was upset, got up again and began to walk around the square.

He had heard of the battle of slaying dragons.

Ten Escape Realm immortals went deep into the demon god world and beheaded them, and they were unexpectedly ambushed by the "Black Dragon Emperor" in the "One Emperor and Three Emperors" of the demon clan at that time.

The immortals faced the Dao soul, but none of them were cowardly, and they brazenly took out their swords and guns.

After the battle that shattered countless mountains and rivers came to an end, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers still have no grass, and the Black Dragon Emperor fell on the spot!

However, among the ten amazing immortals, only one woman who was seriously injured and dying was finally able to return to Haishan Pass, and suddenly became immortal after giving birth to a baby boy.

Xun Ming exhaled a mouthful of turbid air heavily, and his mind was disturbed.

The sword intent of his body was churning like boiling water under his physique, making him just want to slash the sky with a sword and vent the depression in his heart.

In the scroll, beside the smiling blue-shirted gun fairy, there is a bold ink blot drawn with a silver pen:

Ethereal Jiang Qinghong

……

A small border city in the south of the Yangtze River that is always drizzling is trapped in a light rain curtain at this time, like a jasper woman with a light veil on her face, smiling smartly.

Between the verdant sycamore trees, raindrops fell from the tip of one leaf, then gently fell on another leaf, and so on, and so on, and finally fell into the soil under the tree.

A scholar in a Confucian shirt who always likes to be in a daze, at this time, he is still sitting quietly in front of the desk near the window, quietly looking at the rain outside the window in a daze.

The rain hits the sycamore people to watch the rain.

On the bookcase in front of the scholar, in addition to the pen and ink watercolors that have always been scattered and untidy, a piece of white painting paper with colorful glow is quietly tiled, and there is a graceful woman in purple holding a fan in one hand and a bunch of pear blossom branches in the other.

It's just that the woman's face is blank, as if she is a young scholar who is in a daze, and has not yet figured out how to put pen to paper.

In the rain curtain, a delicate purple dress disappeared in a flash, one hand became a claw, passed through the chest of a white-clothed immortal master, and after crushing the heart that she grabbed in her hand, the figure flashed away again, and disappeared in an instant.

The other five middle-aged monks, who were also dressed in snow-white clothes, heard the terrible scream, and their expressions froze, and their eyes were about to burst.

However, when they got closer to each other, they only saw a cold corpse covered with a layer of frost, and a large area of scarlet on their chests.

"Enchantress! We will kill you! ”

The woman in purple, who had succeeded in a sneak attack with lightning speed and fled away in an instant, was not comfortable at this time, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of purple blood, dyeing the purple light veil that covered her face with a deeper color.

"Damn old thing!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman in purple was surging again, and a mouthful of blood surged into her throat, but she covered her mouth and swallowed it hard.

Looking up, the outline of a small city has been vaguely outlined in the rain.

The woman in purple hesitated for a moment, and then her figure disappeared into the distance, and her hidden figure swept towards the small city.

At a street corner in a small town, the young man in a Confucian shirt who had been in a daze all morning got up slowly, stretched lazily, and then walked to the door of his house, and opened the bamboo door, leaving a gap.

Then he went back to the desk near the window, moved the chair to the middle of the room, facing the bamboo door, jumped slightly, sat on it, crossed his legs, and began to be stunned again.

There are so many people in the city, it doesn't have to be here, right?

The young man in the Confucian shirt seemed to amuse himself, and smiled dumbly, and two shallow dimples were outlined on his white cheeks.

But if it's really coming~

Then don't think about leaving.

……

"Yo, there are also the wastes of the Cave Heaven Realm, when did the threshold for hunting be so low?"

A young monk who had a snow-white token pinned to his waist like Xun Ming, and when he passed by Xun Ming's side, he intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Xun Ming, who was standing quietly in one place, with slanted eyes, and then the yin and yang strange qi.

Xun Ming looked at it lightly and said a word.

"Get out."

That man obviously didn't expect Xun Ming to be so tough in a cave heaven realm, and after being stunned, he smiled angrily:

"What the fuck are you ......?"

A "Mid-Autumn Festival" swept in an instant, and the tip of the sword pierced into the center of the man's eyebrows, making the Jindan monk who originally wanted to teach a lesson to the little cave in front of him who didn't know what to do and what to do shut up.

Sword cultivation? How could a Cave Heaven Realm have such a fast sword?!

However, after Xun Ming "took out the sword", he didn't look at the young monk whose tone was much higher than the realm, but looked in the direction of the three sea and mountain monuments.

A monk in white clothes and white hair with a young face, wearing a long sword at his waist, met Xun Ming's gaze, slightly surprised, but he smiled and nodded at Xun Ming, which was regarded as an apology.

Then the man rose into the air, stepped on the void, and said loudly:

"Hunter, prepare for battle, follow me out of the city!"

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