The blood of the immortals is also red, and it is no different from the creatures of the world.

When the Phi Xing Immortal had no power to resist, he was smashed into a blood mist by Lu Jing with the power of Lutan, and then condensed into a drop of blood, and then swallowed by him.

In front of the Taixian Hall of Taixuan Palace, the White Deer Divine Sword suspended in the air let out a clear sound.

Emperor Sutian, who was originally looking up at the deep universe with his hands behind his back, and looking at the two stars of the Jiduluo Monkey, couldn't help but turn his head and look in the direction of the middle of the river.

His hands couldn't help but fall, and the smile on the corners of his mouth became clearer and clearer.

"It's worthy of the person I fancy with Jiang Shoufu."

Emperor Chongtian said: "I thought that even if Lu Jing's body soul and primordial spirit could contain the power of Lutan, they would not be able to cross several realms and face several immortals, but I never thought that this young man's physique was stronger than I imagined.

The white deer trembled slightly, and a sword light shone on it, and the sword light fell to the ground, turning into a figure in an instant, which was the incarnation of the sword light of Shang Yu.

Shang Cheng's incarnation stood in the glorious palace, but when he saw Emperor Sutian, he did not salute, but said, "Isn't this just what you want? The stronger Lu Jing is, the more he reflects Ji Duluo and the two stars, maybe one day, his sharp sword will be able to cut away that heavenly gate.

Emperor Su Tian did not respond to Shang, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger.

"It's just that such a Tianjiao young man who reflects the Dragon Slaying Platform and has the shadow of Chen Baxian on his body is reflected by your painting to reflect the Jiduluo Monkey, and the puppet stiffness of slaying the immortals is not worth the loss?" "He turned into a puppet, the qi in his heart melted late, and the rare fearless sword spirit was sealed from then on, and the sword qi of Fuguang was also covered in dust from then on, and he could never see the light of day again.

Holy Monarch, you want Lu Jing to kill immortals, you want him to kill Tianque, but you have destroyed such a world-famous Tianjiao.

What's more, the original Lu Jing has already taken over the authority of the Heavenly Time, and the Middle River Dao could have avoided the catastrophe, but now that you have turned Lu Jing into a puppet, wouldn't you have wasted the rare authority in this world? Emperor Chongtian slowly flicked his sleeves, echoed into the Taixian Palace, the first word of the hall, the table inlaid with a dragon corpse, there was also a piece of straw paper.

The papyrus had the word "Fierce Column" written on it.

"Lu Jing's cultivation spirit is almost unparalleled, but the sword of slashing immortals does not need a fierce temperament, it only needs to be sharp enough.

Emperor Chongtian looked at the words on the papyrus: "If you are too rigid and too kind, you can't be the first knife to kill immortals.

"He killed the Phi Xing Immortal today, and the two stars of Ji Du Luo Throat were summoned by Lutan, and under the influence of the corpses of the immortals in them, they would inevitably give Lu Jing the qualification to reflect these two Yuan Stars. Even if these two stars were the guardian stars of the Heavenly Que, Ming Yujing would not be able to stop Lu Jing.

Maybe...... Ming Yujing would think that this Lu Jing was the one chosen by Tianque."

"As for the authority of the heavens......

Emperor Chongtian's expression did not change: "If you plan for a while, how can you plan for eternity.

In the past 6,000 years, the immortals have always overlooked the world, and a generation of heroes in the world wanted to get rid of the immortals, and finally turned into yellow sand.

This was the case in the past Taiwu Dynasty, and the same was true for the earlier Dynasty songs.

And the last time the spiritual tide dispute, if it weren't for Ming Yujing's dislike of not wanting chaos in the world, maybe Dafu would have been wiped out in it!

Shang Cheng, a monarch, his eyes can not be confined to one place, although the river road is sad, but it is not sad to be sad for hundreds of years of fate of the creatures on the ground.

Shang Cheng thought about it, and the incarnation also walked into the Taixian Palace, and he also calmly walked to the top of the Taixian Palace, and looked down at the two words that Lu Jing wrote to the prince of the Thirteen Yan Order.

"You killed the Lutan Immortals for this so-called Immortal Killing Chess Game?"

The world's sword armor glanced at the dragon corpse embedded in the table with some disgust.

"I am the Lord of Lutan." Emperor Chongtian said: "I killed the Lutan Immortal, refined the Lutan, and used the Lutan to find the deer of the world."

When he said this, he glanced at Shang Xian: "I originally wanted to get your deer, but I never thought that you would go out of your own way, enter the fairyland and return from the immortal sword, and use the deer drift as a furnace to cast the magic and the white deer two swords.

"I've been planning for a long time, and you're the first to break out of my grasp, and you'll be the last.

"Huh?" Shang Yu suddenly smiled; "The world is vast,

There are countless Tianjiao, but it is rare to see such Tianjiao as Lu Jing.

Shengjun, you want Lu Jing to become your puppet for killing immortals, you think that the power of Lutan is enough to make Lu Jing lost, and you think that the two stars are enough to make Lu Jing fall into the killing and unable to extricate himself...... It's just that Lu Jing is a sword practitioner.

"Sword practitioners, the most important bones, although the Fuguang sword qi he cultivated is immature, but the last time I saw him, the Fuguang sword qi has already gained the charm of the sword qi in the world.

And in the middle of the river and his party, the Fuguang sword qi has been mixed with Gou Chen Thunder, and even the Great Fu Law Golden Thunder has gone one step further, plus the fearless sword spirit......

At this moment, whether it is sword qi, temperament, or even sword spirit, it seems that they are all confused by the power of Lutan, and they are affected by the killing qi drawn out by Ji Duluo's eyes.

It's just that I don't think that the power of Lutan and Ji Duluo can forever overshadow the sword qi of the light and the fearless sword spirit."

Emperor Chongtian sat back on the throne, holding the armrest with one hand, leaning forward slightly, and lightly tapping the piece of straw paper with the other hand.

In an instant, a flame ignited on the piece of papyrus, and the word "fierce" burned out.

"If it's just a sensor meter, it may not be able to overshadow the sword qi and sword spirit.

But Lu Jing is going to reflect those two Yuan Xing.

At this point, Emperor Chongtian's words were at this point, and the dragon corpse embedded in the table suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Shang Cheng's incarnation.

"You bet with me, now that Lu Jing has killed the Phi Xing Immortal, he has sensed Ji Duluo....... Shang Cheng, you lost."

Shang Cheng's incarnation was motionless, and the White Deer Divine Sword suspended in front of the Taixian Hall seemed to feel a pity, and a white light bloomed on the sword.

The white light was hazy, touching the moonlight in the sky, and it seemed brighter and brighter.

The White Deer Divine Sword was once lent to Lu Jing by Shang Xian, and this fourth divine sword in the world seemed to remember Lu Jing.

"Holy Monarch, haven't you noticed that the words spoken by the young lady of the Nanguo Mansion seem to have made the lost Lu Jing have some suspicions?"

Shang Man sensed the sword light blooming from the White Deer Divine Sword, and suddenly spoke.

Emperor Chongtian's eyes moved, but he just shook his head: "It's not enough.

Shang Yu seemed to agree with Emperor Sutian's words, and the brilliance on his body gradually dissipated, and said, "It's not over yet, let's see.

Shang Yu's voice came.

The blazing white light on the White Deer Excalibur vanished.

But Taixuanjing also stopped raining, and then it snowed heavily.

Cold. The workers were allowed to play in the midst of the food, and the children of the common people hid at home, afraid of catching the wind in this snowy night

The joy of people is different.

Sheng Zi sat in the restaurant, and the mysterious storyteller in green shirts was supposed to take the stage to tell the story, but at this time he was nowhere to be seen.

Sheng Zi waited for a long time, but for some reason, she became more and more bored, more and more nervous, and even a little out of breath.

This young lady in the mansion of the Second Auxiliary Lord of the Taishu Pavilion was pale, she had already entered the hall on the way to the martial arts, but she was panting inexplicably.

So on this snowy night, Sheng Zi pushed open the window next to him.

She looked up at the sky, only to find that there was a star in the sky full of black clouds.

"Lu Jing once said that when people leave the world, they will always turn into shining stars in the sky, and from then on illuminate the path of the people in their hearts.

"I just don't know whose path this star is illuminating?

The red-clothed Sheng Zi missed Lu Jing more and more, she couldn't hold back the impulse in her heart anymore, turned over and jumped out of the window of the restaurant.

She mounted her heel and walked towards the gate without looking back.

She was going to Hezhong Road to look for Lu Jing, but when she didn't see Lu Jing again, she only felt that her heart was going to die.

Mr. Guanqi and Mr. Eleven sat on the fifth floor of the Slim Tower, also looking at the scene outside the Slim Tower, and both of them were silent.

After a long time, Mr. Guanqi looked at Mr. Eleven and asked, "What about Begonia...... Give it to Qingming, right?"

Mr. Eleven bowed: "Qingming is worthy of that begonia.

As Mr. Eleven said, it snowed heavily that day, and Qingming rarely returned to the empty mountain lane of Yanglu Street.

The small courtyard in the empty mountain alley had already been bought by Qing Ming with the bundle given by the thirteen princes.

It's just that for most of the year after Lu Jing went to Hezhong Road, Qingming always stayed in the study building, followed Mr. Eleven to study pharmacology, and from time to time he would go to the Shantang in Taixuanjing, but he rarely returned to this empty mountain lane. The reason is that this small courtyard is full of Qing Ming's memories, every time Qing Ming returns to the room, he has to habitually look out the window to see if it is the time when Lu Jing is about to return, and there have been traces of Lu Jing in every corner of the courtyard.

Especially the two chairs in front of the main house, Lu Jing and Qingming would always sit together and talk a lot every evening.

"Childe, since you left Taixuanjing, no one has sat here with me to talk.

Qingming sat alone in his chair.

She is kind and vulnerable, and she wants to cry when she thinks of Lu Jing.

Especially today, Qingming's heart became more and more depressed, she sat alone for a long time, and then remembered something, and suddenly stood up and entered the main house.

In the main seat, the begonia is civilized again.

Qingming saw the pink and white flowers of the begonias, her heartbeat suddenly jumped a lot faster, and her heart seemed to be pressed against a mountain.

"What's going on?"

Qingming came to the begonia, and the faint worry in her heart turned into a biting cold the moment she saw the begonia flowers in full bloom. She seemed to anticipate something, only to feel that the cold wind outside the door was stronger, blowing her all over her body.

Qing Ming stabilized his trembling body and looked down at the pink and white flowers.

In an instant, Qingming saw the scene in the white flowers again.

She vaguely saw Lu Jing walking alone on a dark road, which was extremely dark.

Lu Jing lowered his head and walked quietly.

His eyes were confused, as if he had forgotten everything, and he had forgotten his own heart, and even the sword at his waist had disappeared, and he just walked aimlessly. Walk, walk... Keep walking!

"Young Master......" Qing Ming's voice trembled, and he shouted in a low voice.

She had a strong premonition.

If the young master goes on like this, he will be farther and farther away from this world.

"Young Master!"

Qing Ming's voice suddenly became high-pitched, wanting to wake Lu Jing up.

But Lu Jing was silent, still stiff and numb to move forward.

"Young Master...... Young Master......

Qingming's body kept trembling, but her voice was louder than the other.

One by one, the young master, as if with Qingming's longing, with her longing, with her attachment and reluctance to Lu Jing, through the pink and white flowers, finally ...... Finally came into the scene, Lu Jing's ears.

Lu Jing, who was originally walking on the dark road, seemed to hear Qingming's call.

He stopped, a little confused, and lowered his head without knowing what he was thinking.

Qingming is still calling.

So Lu Jing in the darkness turned his head and looked back.

Immediately after, Lu Jing seemed to see something, and there was more clarity in his confused eyes.

"Qingming......" he also said Qingming's name, but there was still a little doubt in his tone, as if he was reminiscing

Qingming ...... Who exactly?

"It's me, young master."

Qingming stood in place, she also lowered her head, her shoulders shrugged, and the cold wind outside the door kept blowing, blowing other cyan dresses.

"It's my young master."

"You're ...... Come back, it's too dark in this courtyard for me to live here alone.

That's just a very common phrase.

But when the girl looked at the begonia flower, she said this sentence in a trembling and expectant tone.

Emperor Chongtian in front of the table in the Taixian Hall frowned suddenly, then stood up and looked at the direction of the Middle River Road.

The White Deer Sword shines brightly.

The sword armor merchant is incarnation suddenly dispersed, and the White Deer Divine Sword rolled up a sword light, and flew out of the Taixian Hall and the Taixuan Palace in an instant.

"Let me see...... How far can Lu Jing go?"

In the middle of the river, Lu Jing in the sky above Lutan lowered his head, and a name kept pouring out of his mind.

The owner of that name accompanies him day and night, the owner of that name pins his faith on him without reservation, and the owner of that name dwells in the brightest and softest place in his heart. "Qing Ming ......"

Lu Jing muttered to himself.

The scenes of the past seemed to be remembered by him.

He remembered that Qing was carrying a lunch box, standing under the gap in the rockery, and bent down to look at his appearance.

He remembered that Qingming always smiled at him with his hands behind his back and bent eyebrows.

He remembered what Qing Ming said when he carefully ate a bite of peach blossom cake and sold the remaining peach blossom cake to count the money.

"This is the money for the young master to practice martial arts......

The scenes of the past also flow by like those disgusting scenes.

He remembered the immature and clear eyes in the good hall.

I thought of the nonsense that Nan Fengmian and Nan Xuehu were drinking with him.

remembered the letter Chen Xuanwu wrote to him.

I remembered the gentleness on Mr. Guanqi's face when he first met him, the appreciation in his eyes, and the sandalwood sword and heart-holding pen that Mr. gave him.

Sheng Zi, Si Wanyu, Nan Heyu, Hao Yaoluo, Zhong Yubai, Yu Qixiang, Wei Jingzhen, Guan Changsheng, Mr. Jiu, Mr. Eleven......

Countless figures intertwined in his mind, instantly igniting the Fuguang sword qi that he had conceived on the primordial god, igniting his sword spirit.

"My human world is roughly these people."

Lu Jing remembered many things, and suddenly the sword light surged on his body, and the sword qi of Fuguang broke out of the air, illuminating the entire Lutan, and it also seemed to illuminate the world......

The sword bone in his eyebrows was still trembling, and the sword bone came from Mr. Four's human sword.

"In this universe, the world is also the stars......

"Since I hold the sword qi of the world, I think this world is very good, why don't you reflect the stars of the world?"

Lu Jing whispered softly.

The madman Chu in the three-star light in the sky stood on the rooftop and looked down at Lutan, and then nodded: "Guanqi, your vision is good, this power of Lutan has made a wedding dress for Lu Jing, otherwise Lu Jing still needs to accumulate for a long time before he can reflect the third star."

"The world is also a star."

"Tenth Elemental Star!"