In the middle of the night, the two white-clothed immortals fluttered in front of the Liumian Book House and went straight to the scorched black willow tree.

The two of them were quite surprised, because when they came a few days ago, this willow tree did not look like this.

Forget it, I can't care so much, it's important to take away the demon pill.

One of them faced the willow tree and said in a deep voice, "Brother Liu, your life is short, it is better to be an adult, hand over the demon pill to us, so as not to make everyone unhappy."

The middle-aged man is actually incarnated in a private school, but he can see the two people standing in front of him, but he doesn't want to deal with it.

Sure enough, seeing that no one answered, one of the white clothes became speechless.

"Brother Liu, is this going to toast and not eat and drink?"

In the private school, the middle-aged man sneered.

A good qi refiner, if you ask for others, you still want other people's lives, how can it be like I owe you Liu Mian?

"I am a good winemaker, and I eat in the toast, and I eat in the punishment, but what about the wine? Bring it!"

The young man in white frowned, and almost at the same time spoke, "Who speaks?" Z.br>

Liu Jingxun was already dozens of miles away, but the Flying Sword Qingchi was left here.

After the two white-clothed men finished speaking, the flying sword Qingchi appeared out of thin air, differentiated into hundreds of sword shadows, and hung above the heads of the two of them.

On the mountain road dozens of miles away, Liu Jingxuan said indifferently: "It is not easy for you to practice, so I will leave here, and I will spare you from dying." By the way, you two mountains, it is best to burn incense and worship God every day, begging for the town to be in good weather, and the willow trees are there every year. Maybe it's decades, maybe it's a few years, and when I return here, if I can't see this old willow, there will be no need for your two mountains to exist."

Who wouldn't be ruthless? Besides, sometimes it's better to show your fists than to reason with someone.

Good words are hard to persuade damn ghosts, hard fists lit up, obediently submit to softness.

But Liu Jingxun himself also knew that hanging the sword above his head was just a temporary measure.

The two white-clothed men clenched their fists together, and the flying sword showed out before the fight, and a chill had already penetrated from the heel to the back of the head.

The two of them each swallowed a mouthful of saliva, hugged their fists and said, "The junior is presumptuous, so let's leave."

Qingchi disappeared, and the two white-clothed figures also ran away.

Although Liu Mian's face was pale, he still got out of bed and bowed respectfully towards the south.

In the mountains and forests, Liu Jingxun took back the clear pond, picked up the wine gourd and took a sip of wine.

Jiang Yu pouted and said, "Master's ruthless words, how can he not be domineering?"

Liu Jingxun said with a smile: "When I was young, I often said cruel things, but now, I always can't say it."

If you want to say cruel words, and do what you say, the swordsman called Liu Jianqiu is the only one.

That year, the giant ship of the demon clan came across the sea, and the young man stood out of thin air, holding a sword in his left and right hands, and said coldly: "Three thousand miles away from the Demon Island, you will die."

Then those ferries were three thousand miles away from the Demon Rejection Island, and then there was no more.

Of course, there are many slaps in the face.

At the highest place in the world, the young man pointed at the gate of heaven, but as a result, he fell like jumping off a cliff, and his cultivation that had been empowered was exhausted, and he only cut a few swords.

Jiang Yu suddenly said, "Master, where is your old man? Is it still far away?"

Liu Jingxun shook his head, "It's not far away, it's only three thousand miles, and it's in the south of Erzhu Guancheng, which is the pearl-rich city at the mouth of the Tangjiang River. You've always heard of Nanzhu, right? Zhuguan City is a specialty of Nanzhu."

The true pearl of Qingluanzhou Fuyu is also called the North Pearl and the East Pearl. The South Pearl of the official city of Zhuzhou. The western pearl produced in Yuzhuzhou. The spirit rhino beads of the misty beach of Shenluzhou.

This is the four pearls of the world.

It's just that since ancient times, there has been a saying that the West Pearl is not as good as the East Pearl, and the East Pearl is not as good as the South Pearl, because the West Pearl is a freshwater pearl.

Compared with the Lingxi Bead, the South Bead is not much different, but it is always worse.

Jiang Yu nodded and said softly, "That's the gap on the map that looks like it was gnawed by a dog?"

Liu Jingxun smiled dumbly, this is not bad

The mouth of the Tangjiang River is like being bitten by a gap, and it has become a bay with a coastline of 20,000 miles. And Zhuguan City is on the right side of the bay.

As for Yanggu, it has to go southwest.

Liu Jingxun said softly: "There is a mountain hundreds of miles to the south, let's take a ferry to Zhuguan City when the time comes."

The girl clenched her right hand into a fist and smashed it into the palm of her left hand, grinning, "Then go straight to Zhuguan City, I will open a clam to get the pearl by myself!"

The master and apprentice set out on the road leisurely, sometimes sleeping in the village, sometimes in the wilderness. The girl is happy, because she is very free!

Freedom in the eyes of teenagers and girls is unrestrained, and they can do whatever they want. But Liu Jingxun once heard someone say, "True freedom is not to do what you want, but to do what you don't want to do."

Before you know it, it's July and a half again.

Jiang Yu muttered, "When I was six or seven years old, I thought about when I would be twelve or thirteen, and when I was twelve or thirteen, I was thinking about when I could grow up, and now I am older, but it doesn't seem to be any different!"

Liu Jingxun said softly: "Before the age of twenty, the days are very slow, and after the age of twenty, the time is very short."

The master and apprentice chatted with each other, and the highest place in the world, at the edge of the sea of clouds, the old road Xuanyan, was standing side by side with a rickety old man, and the two looked at the world for thousands of miles, and fell on a barren mountain at the southern end of Lizhou.

Xuanyan quickly retracted his gaze, because if he continued to look at it, he would say that he was going to be a nursery again.

The rickety old man on the side said, "Did you hear the three words of my heart before?"

Xuanyan nodded, "I can be regarded as being transformed by the Heavenly Dome of Jiuzhou, and I am half a god, so I can naturally hear it."

Anzi asked, "What do you think?"

The old Taoist priest stroked his beard and said with a smile, "After the battle with Tu Shanyu, he was looking for a situation when he was in the fugue, and he thought too much. Watching the waterfall fall, splashing in all directions, and turning into water droplets, I tasted the taste of the cycle over and over again. The Divine Soul has gone up another level, so when he wants to break through the realm of the iQue, the human soul is the main body, sitting in the small world that will be opened up, and the two souls of heaven and earth are majoring in thunder and flames respectively, and the main body and the two doppelgangers are both fugue."

It is also true that he borrowed the large and small two three-talent formations before, and he did it.

Anzi nodded, "But in this way, it becomes more and more impure."

Xuan Yan smiled, "So he also took advantage of the fact that he couldn't use his aura yet, and walked a mountain and water path as a mortal, and finally made that decision."

In fact, both Anzi and Xuanyan knew that Liu Jingxun was digging a pit for himself, which was similar to walking into a labyrinth. There's only one exit, but you have to walk a bit to get there.

Anzi looked at the young man who was drinking and said softly, "Answer the question."

left and right, but the serious question was not answered.

Xuanyan smiled helplessly, simply sat cross-legged on the spot, and said softly: "Whether Liu Jingxun admits it or not, he has obtained the true intention of the Thunder God, and it can be regarded as his inheritance. If he sits on the former Divine Heaven Cave Heaven, the three divine corpses in it, as well as the ancestor of the Jiang family, will be a great help to him in the future. If he gave up this great opportunity, it would not be a good thing. There is also that seal, after the pacification of the ruins and demon disaster, the largest sect in the world will inevitably be, as long as he holds the seal of the emperor and appears as the emperor of the people, after the gate is opened, his chips will be the entire Jiuzhou and those who have soared away for eight thousand years. These two things are actually the most important things to hold. On the contrary, it is the sword, which is easy to pick up, but difficult to put down."

The implication is that Liu Jingxun's decision is not right, he let go of what he can easily get, and he picks up what has endless troubles.

Anzi smiled, shook his head, and said, "You are not a sword cultivator, and you don't understand swordsmen. Liu Guzhou was stabbed by me three times back then, and I promised him to enter the game. In fact, Longqiu Han is also a sword cultivator, and he exchanged a sword with Liu Guzhou, and he also entered the game. As for that Jiang Lao'er, he was the one who presided over the matter of sealing the gods, so he naturally wanted to enter the game."

In fact, this seal is the seal of the seal, and it is also the seal of the seal.

After a pause, Anzi continued: "That descendant of the soldier master already hates the current world, so naturally he will not agree to Liu Guzhou. And now I have it in my hands

Those people who are chess pieces, if it weren't for Liu Guzhou's death layout to invite them to land, this world is far less united than it seems."

Xuan Yan smiled, "What does this have to do with the fact that the sword is not cultivated?"

An Zi smiled and said indifferently: "Even you twelve old things have to fill in the abyss of the 100,000 Great Mountain, and he, Liu Jingxun, wants to pick up the first sword in the sky and on the ground, just to level the nine mountains?"

Xuanyan was silent, but too.

If Liu Guzhou didn't want to die back then, who could do anything to him? Is it just the eleven pinnacles of the Path?

The eleven people he could fight with his own strength fell into the realm, so he had to retreat and set up the nine-star array. Can't you forcibly open the gate of heaven and kill the eleven so-called big gentlemen in one fell swoop?

It's not that it can't be done, it's that it can't.

After all, before Liu Jingxun was born, Liu Guzhou was the door.

Anzi suddenly asked, "Is he him?"

Xuanyan looked solemn and shook his head.

Anzi said in a deep voice, "Even you don't know?"

The old Taoist priest looked up at Anzi and said in a deep voice, "Did this kind of thing be done by the Great Luo Jin Immortal Realm, or did it do it in the Ling Xiao Realm? Take 10,000 steps back, without Jiuzhou as the foundation, how many real Lingxiao realms are there in the outside world now?"

Above the gate of heaven, there are still higher mountains.

The thirteenth heaven, Da Luo Jin Wonderland.

The fourteenth heaven, the Lingxiao Realm.

An Zi smiled, "You were also a Da Luo Jin Immortal, you used to be able to do it? Let's just say that the great monk of Nanbu Continent has only gone against the current for three hundred years, and half of his life is gone."

As soon as the words fell, the faces of both of them became solemn.

Heaven and earth, from ancient times to the present, there are less than 100 Lingxiao realms who have survived. Moreover, these people have been killed and wounded in three major battles in succession. For example, today, it is the world of nine continents, eight wildernesses, and four major continents, and the pseudo-Lingxiao is also a handful of numbers.

Since the Ling Xiao realm may not be able to do it, there are only a few who can do it.

Xuanyan said in a deep voice, "Then he is not him?"

Anzi also frowned tightly, and said in a deep voice, "Anyway, it won't be enough time for Jiazi, and the answer will be revealed soon." But if it is, it will be scary."

The two open the gate of heaven and think it's scary, then it's really scary.

Anzi patted his clothes and said with a smile: "Report to you, I have to go to Middle-earth to take a look at my disciple, stupid, they are almost twenty years old, and they haven't married yet, aren't they angry?"

Xuanyan furrowed his brows and smiled, "I can help that kid pick up an arm."

An Zi smiled: "No need, in the future, there will be many one-armed sword immortals in the world, wouldn't it be a beautiful conversation? I think you should take a look at the newborn princess of the Jingyang Dynasty, reincarnated and dare to go to the emperor's house to do something!"