"I don't believe it!"

Li Chunjun's voice was strong, standing like a sword at this moment, looking at the cracks the thickness of a sword on the tomb stone, and at this moment, the cracks of this size were densely distributed on the tombstone.

"I have ascended to the Ninth Order, and if I am given some time, I may not be able to ascend to become a true god."

"It's too late, Li Chunjun." The old man beside him, covered in dirt and blood, shook his head and sighed:

"I have exchanged my life for countless futures, and without exception, everything in heaven and earth has turned to dust.

There is no god in the world, and He is a god left over from thousands of years ago.

Who can resist?"

"At present, he is just a coffin where the spirit body escaped from the seal, but the physical body is still in the coffin, and the white tiger has a spirit, and the seal of Emperor Shun is completely enough to suppress him!"

Li Chunjun said in a deep voice.

The old man beside him stroked the cracks on the mausoleum, shook his head and sighed:

"The creature wept blood and removed the seal, and now this seal, how long can it trap him?"

"Then why are you waiting here?" Li Chunjun's eyes were like a long sword entering a pool, only a slight ripple, and he said in a deep voice:

"Chen Lingyuan, let's go, go back to your hometown to retire."

Chen Lingyuan, a native of Wuzhou, Lingnan, according to the record of "Xianqing Collection", appeared in the early Sui Dynasty, and almost came to the end of the journey, even more than Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng.

However, it is hidden in the mountains of Lingnan all the year round and does not enter the WTO, so few people in the world know about it.

"Li Chunjun, what do you mean?"

Chen Lingyuan's lips trembled, and his face showed anger.

"You cultivators, cultivators, most of them are resigned to fate, in order to show the destiny of heaven, and to make your own trajectory!

And I, Li Chunjun, repair the sword!

Sword cultivator, open-minded!

Worship ghosts and gods, and be fearless!

Respect heaven and earth, do not kneel!

Now it's the Tang Dynasty, it's not him Dayu, he's just a god left over from Dayu, and I'm the sword god of Datang!

It's all God, is He worthy of my Li Chunjun's sword?"

Chen Lingyuan looked at his old friend in a daze, at this moment, the misty world was full of whistling sword qi, he took a deep breath, and said seriously:

"He is God, He is Strength, You are God, You are honorific.

Chunjun, why bother?"

"Didn't you say, all things in heaven and earth have turned to dust, and all living beings have perished, since they are all going to die, why don't you resist?"

Li Chunjun's voice became low:

"You were born in Sui, and I was born in Tang, Datang adheres to the strong man, and in the blood, there is no word for fate."

"Chunjun!" Chen Lingyuan roared.

"Alright." Li Chunjun interrupted what Chen Lingyuan was about to say and waved his hand:

"You're seriously injured, go back and recuperate, let this kid Tiannan come."

When he escaped from Guantuo Temple, he said that he didn't believe in the Buddha and believed in himself, and I, Li Chunjun, did the same, I didn't believe in the Mandate of Heaven, I believed in myself, and I was the sword in my hand!"

He put his fingers together and slashed towards Chen Lingyuan.

The sword qi enveloped Chen Lingyuan away, and he shouted angrily at Li Chunjun, but he could only see Li Chunjun's more and more blurred back, and his back was still upright, like a sharp sword.

He recalls the first time he saw his old friend.

It was a few decades ago, not long after Li Tangjiang first established, he met Li Chunjun, who was still a child, in a small village on the border of today's Lingnan Road and Jiannan Road.

"Chunjun is the name of the sword, why did your father give you such a name?"

"Hmm... Well... Daddy said, the name of the sword is easy to feed." The child's immature voice seems to be a world away.

"It's not this sword that is easy to feed and that is cheap."

"Yes." The child has a straight face:

"Daddy told many people that it was a sword of swords."

The child wields a small wooden sword in his hand, and looks like this:

"The sword is very simple, my father told me that in the future, I will do what I want to do like wielding a sword."

"But many times, you can't help yourself, you can't do what you want to do, you can do it, you are still young, you will understand it later

now."

"No... No—" The child's head shook like a rattle:

"Daddy said that the body is involuntary because he does not listen to the thoughts of his heart, and he said that the heart is by the sword, and the body can be by itself."

The picture turned, Chen Lingyuan could no longer see Li Chunjun when he was a child, and he didn't see Li Chunjun's figure now, he hid his face, snorted and sobbed slightly.

He was a warlock, and the warlock knew so much that he was often imprisoned, and even his heart was trapped in the Borderlands and could not escape.

"The body is by itself, the heart is by the heart, the heart is by the sword... But I'm cultivating..."

......

Cultivators are often imprisoned and swayed by the heavens.

After systematizing the Fuxi seal, Zhao Wujiang went to the next level in the first step of the operation, and was also invisibly trapped in the shackles.

He was asleep at the moment, the world went out when he closed his eyes, and the noise disappeared in the world of dreams.

Dreams are clear dreams, except for the fog and the vastness, and nothing else.

Outside the small courtyard of Wutong.

Wang Tengfei was wearing a small jacket, and he was lying on the low wall of the courtyard at the moment, listening to the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras inside, and the familiar laughter, he looked proud.

I've got you...... He lifted the yarkes on his head and smiled evilly.

He jumped off the low wall, patted the dust on his hands, straightened his jacket, and walked into the house with his hands behind his back.

One house after another, he relied on his sense of hearing to explore.

Finally, in front of a house, he stopped.

An old mother walked out of it happily, holding a piece of Huangzhou rice paper in her hand, with the handwriting of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing on it, he glanced at it secretly, it seemed to be poetry.

The charm of the old mother was all on the content of the rice paper, and she didn't notice Wang Tengfei at all, passing by him.

Wang Tengfei looked at the hidden door, rubbed his beard that didn't exist on his chin, slowly poked his head over, and saw Zhao Wujiang lying on the ground with his eyes closed.

At this moment, there were several girls with excellent posture beside Zhao Wujiang, who were carefully rubbing his cheeks and body, as if they were waiting for treasures, and from time to time the girls coaxed a shy smile.

You already have Xi'er Yan'er, and you actually act like this...... Wang Tengfei's eyes were full of envy, let go of those girls, let me come!

Hmph, Zhao Wujiang is here, and his father who went out with him must also be there...... He bent down and looked sideways, and soon saw his old father Wang Yuan, at this moment Wang Yuan leaned on the red cui and hugged him left and right, drinking a little wine in his mouth, eating delicious food, and looking like he was enjoying himself.

"Smack."

He slammed the door open.

The girl at the door was frightened, but when she saw that the person who came was a son, she didn't care.

Wang Yuan glanced at him obliquely, and then drank wine and enjoyed the beauty by himself.

"Wang Yuan!"

Wang Tengfei's eyes widened like copper bells, and he roared, but when he saw his father's fierce look, he immediately changed his words:

"Daddy!

Are you worthy of my sister, worthy of my sister, worthy of me?

I'm a lot older, and I'm still here in this land of wind and moon."

When the surrounding girls heard this, they only looked sideways slightly, such ethical things are often staged in the land of wind and moon in Chang'an, and they are not surprised.

"I've worked hard for the clan for half my life, I've given so much for this family, I've worked so hard for so long, what's wrong with enjoying it?" Wang Yuan said lightly.

"Hmph." Wang Tengfei's eyes were rolling around, his eyes swept over the girls, it was late spring and early summer, the girls' winter clothes were gradually gone, all covered with light yarn, and the eyes were snow-white, soft and graceful, and his mind was swaying.

"I'm going to tell Xi'er Yan'er that you actually brought Zhao Wujiang here!"

He crossed his hands on his hips and said things with a straight face.

Knowing the son is more than the father.

Wang Yuan whispered a few words beside the girl, and then looked at Wang Tengfei:

"Do you want to be together, then?"

Wang Tengfei was stunned for a moment, he looked like he didn't want to bribe me, and pointed at his old father with a slightly trembling hand.

Wang Yuan raised Zhao Wujiang who was sleeping soundly

Let's go on, and continue:

"He gives money!"

Wang Tengfei's eyes widened, he took a single breath of cool air, the smile on his face couldn't be hidden, he walked quickly to the table and sat down, and shouted to the little guy:

"Ten more girls!"