Mr. Guanqi, who had become much younger than before, was walking on the road to the study building of Hanmo Academy, when he suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky. There are no stars in the sky tonight.

But faintly visible, the distant place is shining.

Mr. Guanqi thought about it sideways, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he slowly shook his head.

In the Taixuan Palace, Emperor Chongtian was as diligent as ever, even in the middle of the night, he never rested, sitting in front of the table with the dragon corpse embedded, reviewing the folds.

Suddenly, the dragon corpse suddenly trembled, and a drop of blood oozed from the forehead of the real dragon.

The blood was bright and a little demonic, and Emperor Chongtian put down the brush in his hand, frowned slightly, and looked at the dragon corpse.

"You are no longer of the dragon bloodline, you are like a dragon slave, a sharp blade under my command, and that heavenly dragon has nothing to do with you."

Emperor Chongtian spoke.

The incomparably bright blood seeped into the forehead of the dragon corpse again.

Emperor Chongtian looked at the sky in the distance and his expression did not change, but the hidden things in his eyes were more complicated.

He suddenly remembered that the sword armor Shang Yu had told him that if the young man named Lu Jing became a sharp blade for slashing immortals, he would inevitably become as heavy as a mountain.

Originally, Emperor Chongtian thought that he was born in this world, even if the sword that slashed immortals in the world was as heavy as the sky, he could still control it.

Because he is the holy king of Dafu, the most noble person in this vast world, perhaps as the years go by, he will become the only one who looks down on heaven and earth. With such self-confidence, how can you not control a sword that slashes immortals?

But when he looked at the pupils of the sky in the distance, a series of thunderbolts were reflected, and a sword light was reflected in the sky, stirring the clouds and mist in the sky.

Emperor Chongtian tilted his head slightly.

"If you think about it carefully, this Lu Jing's achievements when he was young actually surpassed Shang Yu when he was young. Emperor Chongtian seemed to be talking to himself.

His long sleeves brushed by, and the void in front of him was filled with chaos.

In the chaos, the stars twinkled.

Gou Chen Yuanxing, Kunpeng Yuanxing, and even the human Yuanxing that most people don't know about all appear in it. Emperor Chongtian is looking for Yuan Xing, and he will never look up.

He looked down at the chaos, and held out another finger, tapping it twice in quick succession. In the chaotic darkness, two rays of mysterious light fell, one after another.

Point out the two stars of Jiduluo's throat.

When these two stars appeared, Emperor Chongtian suddenly moved, and his eyes fell on a mysterious star again. "Well, the sharper the sword and the heavier the sword, the faster it will shatter when that day is gone.

"As for how to hold this sword?"

Emperor Chongtian's eyes flickered, and he fell to the study building again.

Lu Jing's primordial spirit had already turned gray.

The vitality around him had long been drained.

Even the starlight reflected by the three primordial stars became dim.

On Jiuchu Mountain, a huge dragon head and a behemoth dragon were separated.

There was a huge gap on the Rain Summoning Sword, which was hovering beside Lu Jing at this time, constantly trembling.

Shine in the night, four legs trembling.

Even Lu Jing stood in place, and a tea time passed.

On the huge dragon head of Taichong Dragon Monarch, the two originally deep and majestic eyes were open at the moment, and they seemed to be dead. Lu Jing stood five feet away from this dragon head.

There is still a bit of a trance in my heart.

The dragon slaying silk on the Rain Summoning Sword had been burned to the ground, and it seemed that his mission had been accomplished.

"Cut off the dragon slaying silk raised by thousands of dragons, and help me kill the seriously injured Taichong Dragon Monarch."

"Taichong Longjun really died at my hands!"

Lu Jing whispered in his heart.

He looked up at the sky, and vaguely, the remnants of Chen Baxian on the dragon slaying platform were standing on the stage, laughing.

Suddenly, a voice came from Lu Jing's mind.

"If you sacrifice the corpse of the Taichong Dragon Monarch to me, and let me enter the dragon corpse of the Taichong Dragon Monarch, I can come with the body of the Eight Realms

Help you!" This was like a magic sound, pouring into Lu Jing's mind.

Lu Jing couldn't help but think......

"Under the Dragon Slayer's life, I can still ignite the two dragons, but the cultivation of the Taichong Dragon Monarch is far beyond the boundaries that I can ignite." But if I sacrifice to Chen Baxian on the dragon slaying platform, the remnants of the soul.

Chen Baxian was the king of people before Sijiazi, and he also ruled the world for decades.

is by no means weaker than today's King Chong'an.

If he comes and helps me, perhaps it will be a calamity from the west tower of heaven.........

Lu Jing's eyes seemed to move, and he lowered his head and stared at the dragon corpse tightly.

Taichong Longjun's corpse exuded some kind of terrifying dead silence.

This breath of dead silence has long permeated a radius of hundreds of miles.

The demons and monsters within a radius of hundreds of miles also sensed this breath at this moment, and they were all trembling, not understanding what kind of worldly existence it was, dying in Jiuchu Mountain. Lu Jing seemed to be also affected by this breath, coupled with Chen Baxian's voice being seductive, his eyes became more and more abnormal.

Suddenly, the Kunpeng Yuan Star suddenly became more shining and bright.

The bright starlight that returned fell on Lu Jing, making Lu Jing return to a little clear.

It was also at this time that the auspicious and murderous character was quietly triggered.

Golden light flickered, and all kinds of information flowed into Lu Jing's mind.

"Promising Chen Baxian to sacrifice the corpse of Taichong Longjun is a real omen of great evil......

Chen Baxian has been dead for a long time, but the remnants of this dragon slaying platform seem to have bad intentions.

"If I promise Chen Baxian, there is a great possibility that I will die?"

Lu Jing was a little surprised.

It's just that this auspicious and avoids the murderous character, and the image of the great murderer only reveals the murderous result, but Lu Jing doesn't know why it's so dangerous.

"It seems that if I really sacrifice Chen Baxian's corpse with the corpse of Taichong Dragon Monarch, Chen Baxian will occupy the dragon corpse, but it may not help me.

"I have the Kunpeng Yuanxing, I have the Yuanxing Divine Power of Swallowing Dragons, if I swallow the Taichong Dragon Monarch, over time, I will completely digest the essence of this Heavenly Dragon, so that I can have unimaginable root bones, and I can also make great progress in cultivation, and I may not be able to carry down the Heavenly West Tower into the world."

Lu Jing took a deep breath.

In the sky, Chen Baxian seemed to notice the change in Lu Jing's eyes, and the smile on his face gradually converged, as long as he disappeared into the dragon slaying platform.

Without Chen Baxian's bewitchment, Lu Jing didn't hesitate anymore, he stepped forward, followed the dragon whiskers of Taichong Longjun, and walked all the way to the dragon's head and one dragon horn.

Taichong Longjun is dead.

But the cyan dragon horn still shone with a faint light, and it also condensed a heavy vitality.

"Although Taichong Longjun died in my hands, before this, the blood of King Chong'an was incarnated and hit him hard, and I have the Kunpeng Yuanxing, the Dragon Slaying Platform Reflection, and the strange thing Dragon Slaying Silk, which can kill his Pure Yang Yuan God."

"If he is injured lightly, I can't kill him, and the Eight Realms Heavenly Dragon is not trivial.

I don't know when I will be able to ascend to the Eight Realms, the primordial spirit is pure yang, and the body is unsullied."

Lu Jing's eyes flashed with hope, and then became hot.

"Yu Dong's divine entry into the Xuan has consumed my chance, I can grasp this fleeting opportunity... There is an opportunity to go further.

Under the power of swallowing dragons, I don't know if I swallow this heavenly dragon, the world in my eyes will become much clearer.

Lu Jing's eyes gradually calmed down.

The vitality that is constantly flowing in the world is gradually thinning.

The Gou Chen Yuanxing in the sky no longer shines with thunder.

Only the Kunpeng stars were as bright as ever, and the Kunpeng starlight shone directly on Lu Jing's body, and Lu Jing closed his eyes and meditated.

Time flowed slowly, and a white mist gradually lingered on Taichong Longjun's body.

And in Taixuanjing, it was a lot of waves

Under the turmoil outside the Xuandu, many mysterious beings are ready to move, but they seem to have received orders from extremely noble people, and they have to dispel the greed in their hearts.

The Seven Princes, Yu Zhuoxian and Shen Budo, originally wanted to leave the Xuandu and take advantage of the lack of vitality to make up for something.

In the study building, Mr. Nine and Mr. Changsheng left Taixuanjing just like Lu Jingyuan did when he entered the West Cloud Sea.

The prince sent news again, inviting Yu Xuanlou to come to the East Palace as a guest.

In this way, Yu Zhuoxian and Shen Budo reluctantly found that even if Lu Jing was extremely weak at this time, there was no shortage of people in Taixuanjing who wanted to save his life.

"He killed Taichong Longjun!"

Yu Xuanlou sat on the main seat of the East Hall of the Sufu Mansion.

At this moment, he was not as calm as he was on weekdays, even if there was not much panic on his face, but the tone of his voice was a little strange when he spoke.

It's like trying to suppress the movement of the voice.

"He even dared to kill Taichong Longjun......

The meaning of Yu Xuanlou's words couldn't be clearer.

Chu Guogong put his hands behind his back, and there was also a sigh in his eyes.

At the time of the Lingchao dispute, Chu Guogong was also an immortal of the Eight Realms of Tianfu, and he naturally knew what the Eight Realms represented.

After the battle of the spiritual tide, the world was defeated, the fruits of the spiritual tide fell into the heavenly pass, and Chu Guogong also fell into the realm.

Chu Guogong, who is now far stronger than the sevenfold peak realm monks, but has never entered the Eight Realms, remembered that once upon a time, he had walked side by side with him in the Taixuan Palace, and the young man who went to the front of the palace to try together cut off the head of the Eight Realms Heavenly Dragon Taichong Dragon Jun, he felt that this world was quite unreal.

"Taichong Dragon Monarch is not new to pure yang, even if the real root knot lies in the blood incarnation of King Chong'an, but Lu Jingfu's light sword qi can cut off the pure yang primordial god

Chu Guogong suddenly remembered that his youngest son Chu Yeshan had repeatedly praised Lu Jing from the bottom of his heart in front of him, and even persuaded him not to mix the grievances between the Seventh Prince and Lu Jing.

Chu Yeshan is the advisor of the Su Mansion, and he is naturally loyal to the Su Mansion and the Seven Princes Yu Xuanlou.

But he is the son of the Chu family, so he naturally has to plan for the Chu State Mansion.

"Yeshan told me that he always had a premonition in his heart that the Chu family might decline because of this......

Chu Guogong originally scoffed at this.

At this time, I feel ......

"What Noyama said makes sense."

"His Royal Highness is already a little afraid of that Lu Jing, and the death of Taichong Dragon Monarch makes him frightened, but he doesn't know if the Seven Princes have a chance to get rid of this Lu Jing.

Chu Guogong is such a thinker in his heart.

In Taixuan Jingzhong, some of the people who coveted Lu Jing's generation, or those who coveted Taichong Longjun's corpse, were stopped by the orders of the extremely noble people, and some were stopped by Mr. Nine's slashing Qingshan and Mr. Changsheng's Yanqing Dragon.

But there is not only one Taixuanjing in this world.

Lu Jingpan sat on the cyan dragon horn of Taichong Dragon Jun.

And this Jiuchu Mountain seems to have become a place where the wind and clouds gather, I don't know how many eyes fall here, and I don't know how many divine thoughts probe it.

Even in the mountains of the Hundred Ghost Land, there are Yama Demon Thoughts that turn into black wind that walks the ground, caressing the Jiuchu Mountain.

Someone is eyeing it.

There are demons speculating whether Lu Jing still has the strength to spare.

They all had their eyes on Taichong Longjun's corpse.

Until a rainbow light appeared in the sky, and someone stepped on the rainbow light......

It turned out to be Mr. Chess!

Mr. Guanqi is out of the Xuandu.

Since Mr. Four left, Mr. Guanqi has sealed himself in the study building, going out to visit friends, and he is not even willing to take a step out of the study building, let alone out of the Xuandu. The most romantic person in the world, who once indulged in mountains and rivers, has become a withered and boring person.

Until today, Lu Jing of the Shulou killed Taichong Longjun, and Mr. Guanqi finally re-entered the landscape, but not for pleasure.

He walked all the way down the red light, not looking at the mountains and rivers of Jiuchu Mountain, but also learning from Lu Jing to walk on the dragon beard of Taichong Longjun and come to Lu Jing's side. Lu Jing sensed Mr. Guanqi's breath and hurriedly got up.

Mr. Guanqi stretched out a palm and patted him lightly on the shoulder.

Lu Jing only saw Mr. Guanqi at this time.

There was a sudden joy in his eyes.

Because today's Mr. Guanqi is not as old and tired as before, and his body is far less rickety than before.

"Sir, have you refined that Heavenly Vein?"

Lu Jing's face was full of joy.

Mr. Guanqi also sat down cross-legged, sitting not far from Lu Jing.

"Under the shroud of the heavens, mortals can reflect nine thousand stars, three hundred and sixty-five great stars, and thirty-six main stars."

"The number of Yuan Stars is nine, and there are still four Emperor Stars above the Yuan Star, and there are two ancient stars that cannot be covered by the rules of heaven and earth, the Taiyin Sun. But this is not the case in the heavens, where there are many great stars, one hundred and eight for the main star, thirty-six for the primordial star, and twelve for the emperor."

"The same is true of the intelligible forms of God in the world

The smile on Mr. Guanqi's face was as gentle as ever.

Lu Jing was a little surprised.

He had read many classics, but those classics had never recorded that the stars that could be reflected in the world were so much missing from the heavenly fairyland.

"However, mortals still have beings who can bypass the heavens and reflect the rest of the stars in the universe.

For example, the general who has long disappeared without a trace, such as the great Buddha in the world of Da Lei Yin Temple.

Another example is the Dongting Sanren who once fought with a sword to travel the world, subdued demons and subdued demons, and benefited the world.

That Dongting Sanren is the true martial god who can not be understood in the world.

Lu Jing listened quietly.

Mr. Guanqi suddenly looked up: "You swallow the dragon, I will wait for you here."

Waiting for you to swallow the dragon, I will take you to the heavenly fairyland to see if you can go further...... Among the twenty-four primordial stars in the sky, the fourth star reflects you.

Lu Jing heard Mr. Guanqi's words.

He killed Taichong Longjun today, and when he saw that Mr. Guanqi looked very good, he was sincerely happy in his heart, and even the tone of his speech became different...... He blinked his eyes and asked, "Sir, there are thirty-six Yuan Stars and twelve Emperor Stars in the Chaos Universe......

Since there is an Emperor Star hanging in the Chaos Universe, why should I abandon the Emperor Star and take the Yuan Star?"

"You want to shine on the Emperor?"

Mr. Guanqi raised his eyebrows slightly, shook his head, and said, "It's not enough."

Lu Jing was a little unconvinced.

"Sir, in heaven and earth, who can reflect the emperor star and manifest the emperor's appearance with qi and blood?