In the middle of the Valley of the Dead.

Only a few remnants of the city, which once housed a million people, remained.

The white bones have been covered by years of wind and sand, and occasionally some fine bone spurs fly out and blend into the wind and rain.

Shui Yunjun never made a move after all.

On top of the broken arm and ruins, Bai Guan sat cross-legged.

He looked down at Shangshui Yunjun's eyes, just like looking at the countless endgames on the Cultivation Tower.

The wind howled around Shui Yunjun, and the phantom of a pavilion loomed behind him.

The Heavenly West Building Lord frowned slightly thoughtfully.

He never thought that Zhao Qingping, who was called extremely talented, would die in the hands of Lu Jing.

Not the best of the immortals will not die, the last time the spirit tide of the battle, there were also many immortals who died in the hands of the strong in the world, and even the landlord fell.

But if an Eight Realms Heavenly Mansion Immortal died in the hands of a human youth who was six stars in the world, even Shui Yunjun, who had seen the great world in the heavens and the earth, would have a lot of doubts in his heart.

He folded his hands behind his back, ignoring Mr. Guanqi's gaze.

The monstrous wind and rain that originally came from him have now turned into a drizzle and breeze, as silent as the spring rain in early spring.

"The death of the hundred ghosts here is much stronger than it was ten years ago.

Maybe you chose this place as the battlefield, which can be regarded as giving Lu Jing a little more vitality. ”

Shui Yunjun watched for half a quarter of an hour, and then stepped into the clouds, looking at Mr. Guanqi.

"It's just that whether it is your junior brother Bai Weizhi or the owner of Crouching Tiger Tower, I told me that since you entered the world, swam through the mountains and rivers of the world, and seen all kinds of life in the world, you don't want to go back to the sky, let alone go back to the Jade Immortal Tower.

They all said that they had an attachment to this torn world and a belonging.

Therefore, you sit upright in Taixuanjing, but your divine thoughts wander in Yanggu, Yuyuan, and even the primordial gods carry the water of Parrot Continent, wanting to take the right to live with the truth of heaven and earth.

They also said that you regard death as home, and you are unwilling to return to the Jade Immortal Building and become a dead wood in the building. ”

"It's just...... Today I came to the world, and when I saw that you had set the battlefield here, I suddenly thought that maybe they had guessed you wrong.

You know that there is a passage to the Hundred Ghost Land Mountain, but you still stop me here, then...... Maybe Mr. Guanqi is just enjoying your status in this world, and when you reach the sky with a remnant, you are still willing to return to the Jade Immortal Tower and become the Qing Dujun of the Emperor of Heaven. ”

Mr. Guanqi looked at the wind and rain in the distance, and did not tell Shui Yunjun that this battlefield was not his choice.

He came here because he trusted his disciples.

In the distance, a tornado was caused by a strong wind.

Faintly visible, a sword qi suddenly hung in the sky, just like a brilliant galaxy.

The wind howled behind the sword aura.

This scene is spectacular to the extreme.

"Lu Jing will still die, he will die at the hands of General Feng."

Shui Yunjun said calmly: "Even if he doesn't die, you will always die, and when you die, I will crush him in the wind and rain with just one finger."

Qingdujun, I don't understand most things in the world.

Like what...... The two courts did not help each other, and the great sects in the world were also hindered by the rules of heaven and earth.

So why did these people come to their deaths? ”

"Don't they think that with their strength, they can block half of my West Building?"

Shui Yunjun seemed to be seriously asking Mr. Guanqi for advice.

Mr. Guanqi smiled and said, "Actually, I was also a little surprised. ”

Shui Yunjun saluted Mr. Guanqi: "Please advise." ”

Mr. Guanqi said: "Since the time when Mr. Four and I carried Parrot Island, but we were punished by heaven, and after seeing the drought in Hezhong Road for many years, I have never had much hope for things in the world. ”

"The Great Candle King of the Northern Qin burned all the knowledge in the world, and he only wanted his people to bend down to work, and if necessary, he jumped into the fire pit with all his strength to fuel the raging Qin fire.

Benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and faith, the Great Candle King abandoned for his people, only the word brave and martial arts is enough. ”

"Emperor Dafu Chongtian is just the opposite, he let the study tower stand in Taixuanjing, let the book tower defeat the eight great families in Hedong, and let the master beat the Chen family Yasheng.

This seems to be a clear atmosphere, but there is no government in his heart, no more living beings in the world, and he only thinks about the chess game in which he finishes his work. ”

"Decades have passed since this happened, and I originally thought that the choice of the kings of the two dynasties would affect the whole world, and since then, there will be no more benevolent and righteous people in the world."

"But Lu Jing's poems attracted so many people who were willing to die, which surprised me.

Not to mention...... How does Shui Yunjun feel that they are useless? ”

Mr. Guanqi asked Shui Yunjun very seriously.

He shook his sleeve again as he spoke, and a rune appeared in his sleeve and burned into the void.

Suddenly, the surrounding fog was much thinner, making many stormy realms obvious.

"Shui Yunjun, look at it, those who are buried in the wind and rain are not only the human monks, but also the immortals who went to the West Tower that day."

Shui Yunjun didn't raise his head, and said indifferently: "The corpse of an immortal, there is no one out of ten, come to the world once, kill a human Tianjiao who holds the authority of the heavens, what does it matter if you die a few ordinary immortals?" ”

"Zhao Qingping is also an ordinary immortal?" Mr. Guanqi asked rhetorically.

Shui Yunjun's breath remained unchanged, but he did not answer Mr. Guanqi's inquiry, but instead glanced at Mr. Guanqi up and down, and suddenly said: "Under your young skin, you have an old body.

You have spent a lot of effort to attract this mountain and water to stop me, but I don't know how long you can stop me.

Qingdu Jun, the punishment imposed on you by heaven has blocked your smooth path to becoming a true monarch, and also cut off your lifeline.

If you expend all this energy, I'm afraid you won't survive for half an hour.

It's just half an hour...... Why should I just wait? ”

Mr. Guanqi grinned: "Wait for half an hour, how many immortals can you have left in the West Tower in the sky?" ”

Shui Yunjun's eyes moved.

But he saw that the realm of the wind and rain in the Valley of the Dead, which he divided by the authority of the Heavenly Time, had changed.

I saw Lu Jing holding a sword and a knife, walking on the border between the wind and rain.

The fog on his body lingered, and he could always merge with the wind and rain, and then pass through the barrier between the two wind and rain.

Every time he crossed the barrier, the imprint of wind and rain in Lu Jingmei's heart became deeper and deeper.

The wind and rain in the realm of wind and rain also seemed to welcome him.

Because of this, Lu Jing is like a fish in water in the wind and rain.

Even if the cultivation is obvious, there is a stronger wind than the young Zhao Qingping, and the general can't cross many barriers to catch up with Lu Jing.

Lu Jing held the killing of the West Building, swept through the air, and between the sword qi, he could always cut off the head of an ordinary immortal.

The blood of the immortals is also red, scattered on the ground, and the white bones that have been rolled up by supernatural powers and immortal magic are correspondingly interesting.

Shui Yunjun obviously saw this scene as well, but he seemed indifferent, and instead shook his head at Mr. Guanqi.

"Even if the immortals in the West Building can't be called more than one word on the twelfth floor, half of the West Building has more than 6,000 immortals.

Lu Jing reflected Taiweiyuan in the Star Realm, even if he had a strength comparable to that of a cultivator in the Eight Realms, he was not invincible.

The immortals in the West Tower in the sky are not lambs to be slaughtered, allowing him to kill.

I let him kill for half an hour, how much can he kill? ”

Shui Yunjun told the story.

Mr. Guanqi stood up at this moment.

He held his head high, but his eyes were on the entire Valley of the Dead.

"Lu Jing can't kill too many immortals, and these human cultivators who regard death as their home are not opponents of the immortals of the Heavenly West Tower.

Even I, as Lu Jing's division commander, don't know how Lu Jing should live. ”

Mr. Guanqi's voice came.

Lu Jing, who was wandering in the realm of wind and rain, cut off the head of an immortal and pointed at the void abruptly.

In an instant, the blood of the immortals on the ground suddenly condensed and turned into a high platform.

Immediately after that, the high platform was divided into three, and it was lit up with brilliant brilliance.

In a burst of brilliance, the wind and rain mark between Lu Jing's eyebrows suddenly flickered.

The Valley of the Dead is once again surging.

"Actually, this is also Lu Jing's chance, Shui Yunjun doesn't want Lu Jing to have the slightest vitality, and he wants to make your proud protégé Zhao Qingping kill Tianjiao and cultivate his spirit, so he has built this realm of many ups and downs.

It's a pity that Lu Jing is also in charge of the authority of the wind and rain.

Moreover, Lu Jingtian is talented, and he also has a rare understanding of the truth of this heaven and earth. ”

"Plus that Emperor Star is too faint!"

Behind Mr. Guanqi, the landscapes are picturesque, making this stormy realm that has been born like an ink-colored landscape map.

Shui Yunjun saw the sudden change of the wind and rain realm, saw the turbulent authority of the heavenly time, and saw the free and indifferent Mr. Guanqi with a strong fighting spirit on his face......

At Lu Jing's feet, there were three more high platforms that were constantly rotating, and the blood of those immortals seemed to have become sacrificial objects!

Shui Yunjun lowered his head and thought for a brief moment, muttering to himself.

"It's too micro...... Three supernatural powers. ”

"It is also the only three sacrificial divine powers among the seventy-eight divine powers of Taiweiyuan, but I never thought about it...... Tianjiao Lu Jing, who inherited Ji Chen'an's sword qi in the world, and you, the scholar who first wanted to repair the world, would calmly make such a choice. ”

Shui Yunjun's tone was full of surprise.

He looked left and right, and vaguely saw the three hundred tiger warriors following Lu Jing's footsteps into the realm of wind and rain.

Unconsciously, there were many human cultivators who had not died under the immortal mystic arts.

More than 2,000 cultivators, but after a short meeting with the newcomers, seven or eight hundred had already died.

Three or four hundred more men were fighting the immortals in the realm of wind and rain at the rear.

The remaining 800 men had already gathered together with 300 tiger-mounted warriors.

Lu Jingtaiwei sacrificed three supernatural powers, hidden in the wind and rain, and the wind and rain fell.

The Valley of the Dead made a big difference in an instant!

Shui Yunjun looked down......

He saw dust and rubble on the ground.

Thundered!

With an earth-shattering sound came.

Streams of cold ghostly aura erupted suddenly, and a blue-green glow emerged from the earth, enveloping the void, just like a deep aurora.

Below these glows, the ground shook violently and then cracked.

...... from it Suddenly an arm poked out.

The dark mist that lingered on these arms was not real, but I could feel the ghostly aura sweeping in my face.

"People who want to save the world, in order to survive, take the initiative to open the passage from the Hundred Ghost Land Mountain to the world.

The people on earth are really unpredictable. ”

Shui Yunjun squinted at Mr. Guanqi.

"Today, Qing Dujun, you will definitely return to your hometown, this time the West Tower in the sky fell into the world with great fanfare, but it was to kill Lu Jing.

It's better to guess Qing Dujun, after I kill the old and decrepit you, will I be able to kill Lu Jing. ”

The wind is blowing again.

Originally, he wanted to sit quietly in the middle of the Valley of the Dead, and wanted to watch Mr. Guanqi die without much effort, and Shui Yunjun had already grown up.

He is a heavenly immortal, even if he falls on this earth, in this place where the death of a hundred ghosts lingers, he can also surpass thousands of people in the world.

"Qingdu-kun, please get on the road!"

Shui Yunjun spread his wide sleeves.

From the sleeves of his coat, a heavy mist spread.

And the illusory shadow of the West Building behind him suddenly turned into substance.

The heavenly west tower hanging high is like a treasure in the world, as if it can suppress everything.

Mr. Guanqi has his own name.

But if you think about it carefully, in the past ten years, Mr. Guanqi has rarely made a move.

The eyes of many cultivators fell on Mr. Guanqi.

Mr. Guanqi is also ready to make a move.

His eyes were serious, and between his jaws, there was an extra rune paper between his fingers.

The rune paper is engraved with picturesque landscapes......

But it's a towering mountain.

It was Zhenwu Mountain, the place where he first met his master, and the place where he first met Mr. Eleven.

……

"If there was no passage to this Hundred Ghost Land Mountain, I originally planned to use Taiweiyuan and the Ten Thousand People Monument in the River Road."

There was a black dragon wrapped around the hilt of Lu Jing's sword in the West Building.

The dragon belongs to the bell of heaven and earth, and even if the true dragon of Shenque has not achieved the realm of heaven, to a certain extent, it can already be big and small.

At this moment.

Ao Jiu suspiciously wrapped around Lu Jing's sword hilt.

Killing the West Tower and flying out, the surrounding wind and rain realm seemed to be closing, turning into clouds in the sky, covering the cultivators in the human world.

The wind will come in stride.

The immortal aura on his body was so strong that it was like coming with a piece of sunset.

"If it weren't for you, I'm afraid the blood of the immortals here wouldn't be able to sustain a three-stage sacrifice.

If you can escape this catastrophe, Lu Jing will thank you again. ”

Lu Jing's mind moved.

saw him waving his sleeves, and the treasure light flowed instantly.

The West Building shook, ignited with brilliant brilliance, and flew away

Killing the West Building penetrated the diffuse wind and rain, revealing a gap.

Shi Daiqing, Nan Heyu, Luo Mingyue, Wei Jingzhen, Li Jingang, Weiguang Tianwang...... And so many other strong people looked through that gap.

But beyond these clouds, it was already pitch black.

The whistling ghost aura spread, and there seemed to be a deep murderous intent hidden in the darkness, hiding a vicious hundred ghosts.

In addition to this, they saw a giant of 100 feet tall striding forward, as if to tear through the clouds where they were hiding.

The crowd hadn't reacted yet.

Lu Jing stepped forward and walked out of the gap.

He went from light to darkness, but his back was unstoppable.

"Many helped me, and some died because of me.

I know what is in the hearts of those who come to help me.

If I don't die today, I will repay the world tomorrow! ”

ps: There is one more chapter in the early morning, make up for yesterday

There is another chapter in the early morning, and I recommend another book: "My strength increases by a hundred catties every day", if you are interested, you can take a look.

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