A hundred-zhang high purple clay pot, from a distance, is a mountain.

There are more than a dozen small islands in the northern waters, but anyone who has a Yuanying realm on the island has noticed this vision, but no one dares to come out to see the excitement.

The old demon of Tailor Mountain, that is the existence of one side in the White Water Cave Heaven, except for the Xinghua Nunnery and the virgin tomb, who can suppress him, I am afraid that it is the cultivator who refines the void.

However, over the years, although the White Water Cave Heaven has not forbidden the True Realm to enter, it seems that no monk above the True Realm has ever entered.

Su Gu ran out for hundreds of miles before stopping, what is the real realm of that old demon, Brother Chiting, it's not that I'm not righteous, it's really not hard to be able to do it and waist pole!

The pot is a world of its own, but a sea of tea, the fragrance of tea is overflowing, and the bright light above the head is like the sun.

Liu Jingxun was slightly surprised, the human body and the demon body have a small world, and those who can refine the sun and the moon are really equivalent to a small cave sky.

Looking up for a while, Liu Jingxun suddenly pulled down his face.

Damn, it turned out to be the vent on the lid of the teapot.

took off the wine gourd and poured a sip of wine, Liu Jingxun stretched out his hand to summon the canoe, and said indifferently: "Aren't you afraid that I will poke a few holes in your stomach?"

A maroon robe appeared out of thin air and sneered, "Why can't you figure out the situation? In the heavens and the earth that I dominion, how dare you speak so wildly?"

Liu Jingxuan also smiled, carried the canoe, and said with a smile, "You have such a good relationship with Xiao Yunmeng's old Jiao?"

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "If it weren't for the drop of dragon blood that splashed on me when he was thrown into this white water cave, I would definitely not be able to cultivate, and it would have been difficult to cultivate as much as ascending to the sky."

Liu Jingxun was a little puzzled again.

"So you haven't known each other for a long time? It seems that it has only been a thousand years since the White Water Cave Heaven was opened, right?"

In this vast tea field, suddenly there was a constant surge of maroon soil, which soon turned into terracotta figurines.

The middle-aged man sneered, "It was indeed a thousand years ago when the White Water Cave Heaven was opened to the public, but it has been ten thousand years since the White Water Cave Heaven was built. Eight thousand years ago, there were living beings in the White Water Cave Heaven, and it wasn't until three thousand years ago that the Hongsheng Mountain Patriarch was here, and then there was a true Qi Refiner. And the old Jiao in your mouth was a dragon fish two thousand years ago, and when he was thrown here, he splashed blood on me, and it was because of that drop of dragon fish blood that I had the opportunity to embark on the path of immortality."

As soon as the words changed, the middle-aged man said in a cold voice, "Isn't it the virtue of your human race? If you kill my father-in-law, should I kill you?"

In Fuzhou County, if the old man saw a child smearing blood on the utensils, he would definitely teach him a good lesson. The reason is that it is said that the utensils will become sperm because they are stained with blood.

Liu Jingxun smiled slightly, ignoring the terracotta figurines that were about to gather here, but looked at the middle-aged man, and said indifferently: "The story is okay, don't tell it next time." I'll give you one last chance, and if you don't leave, then I'll make a hole in your teapot."

The middle-aged man sneered, "Just you? Can't tell what's going on, can you?"

As soon as the words fell, countless terracotta figurines poured out of the sea of tea, and there were not a few people holding swords, and all of them were all in the breath of the real realm.

Liu Jingxun shook his head, raised his hand to pull out the canoe, and drew a sword lightly, the ripples of sword qi were like shallow waves, slow, soft, and dispersed around.

Liu Jingxun smiled and said, "My realm is not as good as a person, but I am a real sword cultivator! Haven't you heard of a saying?"

One sword can break ten thousand laws.

The sword qi like water waves, everywhere it went, did not destroy the withering and decaying, but those maroon terracotta figurines actually rose up one by one, and when they touched the water waves, the terracotta figurines instantly turned red, and soon they were as if they were roasted, turning into a scorching hot stream, and paralyzed in the tea field.

Liu Jingxun smiled and said, "Your little world, if it's really okay. It's a pity that I'm the least afraid of illusions in my life."

When I was in the three-character tower, I dreamed every night, dreamed from front to back, dreamed of the saint in the book, but dreamed of myself.

The young man who couldn't tell whether the dream was real or the dream was really a dream had to get up early every day, carry a broom, and step on the snow down the mountain

With peace, sweep the snow up the mountain to calm down.

The middle-aged man's brows furrowed tightly, because the rippling sword qi had already spread, and his pot of heaven and earth was like a pile of hay, which was quickly ignited by that sword qi, and after a while, it would burn out.

"There is a senior who passed on my sword intent, and there are three types of swordsmanship, so I will try my hand at you today."

As soon as he finished speaking, the canoe came out of his hand, turning into a cyan beam of light, heading straight for the twilight.

In just an instant, the false cloud was forcibly divided into countless pieces, and the sky was shrouded in a nine-square-like sword light. If you look closely, there are nine palaces in each grid, and so on until the sword light turns into mustard seeds.

There are three changes in this sword, and Liu Jingxun studied on the ferry for more than half a year before he realized the first weight.

The swordsmanship passed on by the predecessors of turmeric is the second, and the name is Fengshen.

This seal is not a reward.

On an island outside, Su Gu's eyes suddenly widened, and he couldn't believe it, "Brother Chiting? Can this not die?"

A middle-aged man in a gray shirt appeared out of thin air, looking at Su Gu with a smile, "Su Gongzi, a person with thunder, true fire, and sword intent, and all three are pure, for the demons in the world, that is the true god in the sky. All the techniques that are not supernatural powers can be regarded as false things by him, and he can break ten thousand methods with one sword!"

Su Gu turned his head tremblingly and squeezed out a smile, "Sect Master? You're all here?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I don't actually have the surname Jian, my surname is Han, but everyone calls me that, you can also call me Jian Wenya." new

When the two were talking, a sword light had already broken through the lid of the purple sand pot, and when the sword light dissipated, there was a white-clothed man holding an eight-sided iron sword, hovering on the water.

Jian Wenya smiled and said, "Young Master Su, are you envious?"

Su Zhen didn't have time to reply, he went to Liu Jingxun's side in an instant, and he was a little choked up with a handful of snot and tears from afar.

"Brother Chiting, I almost thought I couldn't see you."

Liu Jingxun turned his head and said with a smile, "It's not dead, I've disappointed you."

Su Gu, who was also dressed in white, but his head and body had never been glued, suddenly reached out to cover his chest, "Brother Chiting, I'm sad! It hurts!"

Liu Jingxuan sighed, ignored Su Gu again, and looked towards a small island a hundred miles away.

The gray shirt, the decisive plan is to climb the pinnacle.

Sure enough, he only had a thought, and the gray shirt was here in an instant.

Jian Wenya smiled and said softly, "Qian Gu said that there was a young sword immortal who wanted to talk to Hongshengshan about business, so I came."

Liu Jingxuan clasped his fists and saluted, and said with a smile: "I thought that someone would come, but I didn't expect Sect Master Jian to come in person."

The sect master of Hongsheng Mountain, surnamed Han, has always been called Jian Wenya, and no one knows why.

Jian Wenya turned her head to look at the huge purple clay pot, and sighed helplessly.

A law of heaven and earth stands alone on the water, and the master of this law is actually sealed in his own heaven and earth by others.

Jian Wenya smiled and said, "As an aside, why didn't Liu Gongzi just kill him? In this way, you may be able to get a fifth thing, and the reward will at least double at that time. If the business can't be negotiated, you can go to the virgin's grave again, and then go to the Xinghua Nunnery! Won't you just take the dragon girl away?"

Only then did Su Gu notice that the teapot not far away, which was 100 zhang high and more than 150 zhang wide, actually slowly hung up in the air and was divided into several pieces.

Liu Jingxun smiled and said, "The teapot is fine! It's extremely rare, and it's a pity to kill it."

This is the truth, there was a big mountain over there that was refined back then, and Liu Jingxun's eyes were not stared away. Now when I encounter a teapot spirit, I have no reason to kill it, and I am reluctant to kill it.

Su Gu saw a little bit of the doorway at this time, and asked tentatively, "It's sealed?"

Jian Wenya nodded, "Sword Seal, for a while, this old demon can't come out."

Liu Jingxuan took off the wine gourd and poured a sip of wine, and said softly, "Sect Master Jian is here this time, except for talking about accidents, what else is there to do?"

Jian Wenya nodded and smiled, and said softly, "Zhu Rongfeng

A narrative?"

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Su Gu and said with a smile: "Su Gongzi has to be wronged, stay in this Baishui Cave for a few days, and then go out when Liu Gongzi leaves Lizhou, which can be regarded as my sincerity to Liu Gongzi."

Su Gu pursed his lips, "Sect Master Jian can do business, it's fine, I don't dare to leave anyway."

He stretched out his finger and pointed to his head, "There is a cannon battle in my head, I dare to go out, Brother Chiting will dare to give me a brain-blowing flower."

Jian Wenya smiled and nodded, "This is the best, after that, Hongshengshan guarantees the safety of Su Gongzi, and when Liu Gongzi leaves Lizhou, I will let you return to Chaotian Sect."

Turning his head, he looked at Liu Jingxun and said with a smile, "Zhu Rongfeng chat?"

Liu Jingxun nodded, and said softly, "The Sect Master of the Annoying Sect sent people to escort the two girls from the Shocking Cloud Kingdom back to their hometowns."

Jian Wenya smiled and said, "My only personal disciple has already escorted those two Fang girls out of the White Water Cave Heaven and is heading north."

Before the two left, Su Gu suddenly spoke, "Wait a minute, why are you willing to save me?"

Liu Jingxun turned his head and smiled angrily, "Can I be able to support myself when I'm full?"

Then Jian Wenya used his magical powers, and the two disappeared in an instant.

After these two figures disappeared, there were more than a dozen islands in the waters, whether it was a demon cultivator or a hunter, and then they dared to raise their heads.

Zhu Rong Fengtou, white clothes and gray shirts together.

Unconsciously, it's almost the New Year, and I don't know what happened to Qingxing Mountain, whether the white beans have grown taller, and whether the first snow has fallen on the mountain.

Jian Wenya waved his hand and offered an octagonal pavilion, how familiar Liu Jingyun looked.

As a result, the Jian Sect Master walked into the pavilion, smiled slightly, and said, "Master Liu, do you want to hear the origin of the White Water Cave Heaven first?"

Liu Jingxun smiled, "You don't have to tell me such secrets, right?"

Jian Wenya took out two pots of wine and said with a smile: "There is indeed a dragon girl in the Baishui Cave sky, which was brought by the ancient gatekeepers.

Liu Jingxun was stunned for a moment, and asked tentatively, "Lizhou belongs to fire, and the monks of Hongsheng Mountain all cultivate the fire method?"

Jian Wenya nodded, "Not all, most of them."

Turning his head to look at the canoe placed aside, Liu Jingxun asked with a smile, "So, Sect Master Jian knows who I am?"

The middle-aged man handed out the flask and said softly, "Yes."