"The predecessor of the Wu clan?" Zhao Wujiang's voice was low.

Wu Meiniang bowed her head and took out the second letter: "Fourth uncle, Qing'er's grandfather..."

Zhao Wujiang's eyes glanced at Qing'er, who was half-lying on the ground, the medicine bottle in his left hand and the small bronze mirror in his right hand, and quickly withdrew his gaze.

Qing'er seemed to feel something, and her doubts turned, and her more delicate and beautiful face pouted, not noticing the slight contemplation of the atmosphere: "You peeked at me again!"

Zhao Wujiang smiled back and stiffened to open the second letter.

There are only two scribbled words on the letter, which are full of sword energy through the back of the paper.

"Seven days!"

White dew, unitary time.

Lingnan Road, Wuzhou, Cangwu Mountain.

In just one day, Cangwu Mountain has a radius of more than ten miles, constantly collapsing, sinking more and more, originally you can still see the mountains that emerge, but now, as far as the eye can see, there is only a deep area, a radius of ten miles, and it has become a sinkhole.

The night slowly fell, and the darkness exuded a palpitating atmosphere.

Lingnan Dao observed Shi Wu Lixin standing on the edge of the sinkhole, his old eyes full of worry:

"Xianqing is a sign of prosperity, why did this happen."

"Let's go back, what kind of excitement are the officials..." Lin Tiannan squatted beside the sinkhole, his eyes were full of devouring darkness, although his strong and abnormal body squatted, his head was on par with the aging and thin body beside him.

Wu Lixin's eyes were worried:

"You're not worried about your alliance leader at all?"

Li Chunjun has been going down to investigate for two hours and has not yet returned.

Lin Tiannan sat on the edge of the pit casually, his feet swayed wantonly in the darkness in the pit, and touched the slightly hardened stubble on his bald head:

"What's there to worry about, if he dies, none of us will live."

Soon, Wu Lixin saw some scattered faint points of light flickering in the pit, from far and near.

Closer, there were a few flying swords, the sword body reflected the only remaining deep blue sky, Li Chunjun stepped on the flying sword, and returned to it.

"Leader Li, how's it going?" Wu Lixin saw Li Chunjun returning, and hurriedly asked.

Li Chunjun shook his head slowly:

"Now that the tomb door is buried, there is no sign of opening, but there is more and more miasma and methane in the pit, and ordinary soldiers and horses cannot detect it.

Take all your men back."

"But... Master Li Meng, it's about Lingnan..." Observing Shi Wuli's anxious expression, he couldn't find out what was going on, and he couldn't feel at ease.

Li Chunjun waved his hand and directly interrupted Wu Lixin's words:

"Go back! Take the people and move out ten miles!"

The wrinkles on Wu Lixin's cheeks were shaking, he opened his mouth, and it took a long time before he sighed and bowed:

"Alliance leader, take care."

Li Chunjun didn't answer, just stared at the pit in a daze, the armor behind him collided, and the sound of gold and iron gradually faded away.

For a long time, only Li Chunjun and Lin Tiannan stopped at the edge of the pit, and Li Chunjun slowly exhaled:

"What did Chen Ling say?"

He felt the breath of Warlock Chen Ling here, and thought that the old guy had come to predict the heavens again.

"What else can he say? They're all dead."

Lin Tiannan sighed, took out a package of oiled paper from his arms, which was still warm meat and vegetables, he buried his head in gnawing, the wind rose in the pit, mixed with the breath of palpitations, his eyes flashed, he shook his head fiercely, angrily threw the food in his hand into the pit, and roared:

"Lin Bei, I'll fuck you!"

"Are the people who entered the tomb dead, or—" The south wind blew the white hair on Li Chunjun's sideburns.

Lin Tiannan slapped his bald head and sneered:

"Is there a difference, Old Man Li? We're all dead, and who else can stop him?"

"Maybe... There are still hermit masters in the world..."Li Chunjun muttered softly.

"Heheha... Are you alright, Old Man Li?" Lin Tiannan laughed:

"Aren't you a master of hermits?

You're all ninth-order, and there are people stronger than you?

You claim to be invincible, what's the matter?"

Li Chunjun was silent, and after a few breaths, he said in a low tone:

"I really felt that power down there."

"There are many people with great strength, and two fists are invincible to four hands, and evil does not prevail over good!" Lin Tiannan said fiercely.

"He is God."

"False gods!" Lin Tiannan glared at Li Chunjun, stood up on the edge of the sinkhole, he pushed Li Chunjun and grabbed Li Chunjun's collar:

"What the fuck are you going on?

You are the sword god, Lingnan sword god Li Chunjun, you sword cultivator! Don't you often brag to me about how powerful Sword Cultivation's mind is?

Yes?

You're afraid of grandma's legs!"

"Tiannan..." Li Chunjun muttered softly with his temples white.

"Get out!"

Lin Tiannan roared and pushed him away.

......

The lights are on.

Changan.

Today's white dew, August 12, two days later, is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Z.br>

Chang'an City, Nuoda, also began to hang up lanterns, and the eyes were bright and bright.

The family came out to enjoy the lights and put things up.

Wang Yanning and Wang Xi, the two sisters, joined hands, smiled skillfully, and stopped in front of the fat powder shop.

Xiao Miao Miao was unhappy, her head rested on Zhao Wujiang, and her little hands tightly wrapped around Zhao Wujiang's neck, not letting go for a moment.

She had a keen sense and didn't say a word along the way, not even looking at her favorite dim sum food shop.

"Master, don't go, okay." She pouted, her voice slightly begging.

Zhao Wujiang comforted, "The master will be back soon."

"You liar..." Xiao Miaomiao's big eyes were full of moisture, staring at Zhao Wujiang's eyes.

"The master won't lie to Xiao Miaomiao, no..." Zhao Wujiang looked at him kindly, and his voice was lengthened, Xiao Miaomiao's big eyes kept staring at him, he pursed his lips, and added:

"Really."

"Now, they're buying lanterns, let's go pick two together." He pointed to the two sisters in front of him who were dazzling under a lantern:

"Miao Miao can hang it wherever she wants, and she can hang it in her room."

Miao Miao replied, her eyes lowered.

......

On the 14th of August, the night of August, the full moon hung high.

The top of Kunlun Mountain is full of snow, in the wind and snow, Zhao Wujiang's figure condensed, he toe lightly, followed the Kunlun Divine Mirror, and stepped into the territory of Kunlun.

The territory of Kunlun was full of snow, and he stepped on the snow, not knowing whether he was standing on the ground or standing on the sky, and the heaven and earth had no direction.

"Senpai."

Zhao Wujiang shouted in the paleness of his eyes, and the roar shook the heavens and the earth, containing the power of the vast divine rank.

According to the agreement, he came to call the patriarch of the Kunlun remnant clan.

The wind and snow became heavier, and soon covered his body, and he ignored it and waited quietly.

After a cup of tea, the wind and snow disappeared, and an ancient tree appeared in front of his eyes.

The Kunlun Divine Tree fell its leaves that covered the sky and the sun, and a green light flashed, and the patriarch of the Kunlun Relic Clan walked barefoot in the snow.

When the two figures appeared on the top of the East Nine Mountains in Kunlun, all the clansmen had gathered here.

They resolutely lifted off their robes, tore off a drop of blood from their hearts, and threw it on the mirror surface of the Kunlun Divine Mirror.

The top of the mountain shook, and the mirror surface under his feet did not break, and the cracks became more and more dense, revealing the snow under his feet.