After the death of the Great Qian, the thirteen states of the Central Plains, excluding the Zhao State, which covered an area of nearly half of the country, within half a year, dozens of regions successively announced the establishment of vassal states, the large ones occupied the land of one state, and the small ones only had the land of one county or one county, and the actual area was more than 10,000 miles, and the small ones were 100 miles in radius.

If there is a monk who knows the art of looking at qi like a dialect, at a glance, there are nearly 100 luck dragons in the thirteen states of the Central Plains, large and small, taking off, like substance, some big and some small, with teeth and claws.

Just as the Primate of the Lottery Holder had given the tongue one of the possible scenarios of the future fragment, everything had now been fulfilled. After the fall of the Qianguo, the Central Plains entered a troubled era, with large and small princes standing up in a forest, annexing each other, and finally there would be only seven kingdoms left, namely Nanzheng, Xianwu, Liu Song, Eastern Zhao, Houqian, Beitang, and Western Jin. Now these seven kingdoms have also been established separately, Houqian, Xianwu, and Beitang are respected by Taoism, Nanzheng and Liu Song are the state religions, Dongzhao has taken refuge in the Demon Dao, and the Western Jin Dynasty has cooperated with the Sanxiu League.

Interestingly, it was none other than Zhang Yu, the head of the Qingying Sword Sect, who was 'forced' to leave after staying in the Donghua Sect for a short time.

When the news came, Fang Yan remembered that the disciples around him were all talking, saying that when Zhang Yu left Donghua Sect, it was called an affectionate farewell, tears rippled, pulling Chu Xiuwei's Taoist robe sleeves and unwilling to let go, and finally was kicked out by Chu Xiuwei, who was really impatient, for a long distance, before he had to leave.

It's night.

In the hot summer, the night is not necessarily cool, the dialect is hot and weak, lying on a certain treetop, the big white cat Lian'er is still full of energy to play everywhere.

The inky night sky has no stars and no moon, like a black dress covering the earth. In the distance, the mountains stretch endlessly, as if they stretch all the way to the horizon.

Fang Yan really couldn't stand the heat, his mind was a little dizzy, and he used his natural supernatural powers to blow a gust of wind and a little drizzle, lowering the body temperature of the earth and himself.

The wind howled through the vast forest and sea, and occasionally there was a terrible wolf howl or two.

Not far from the team of the Qing Ying Sword Sect where Fang Yan was located, there was a sarcophagus in a candlelit cave with flickering candlelight. Inside sat a middle-aged man with an emaciated face and unkempt beard. I can't tell how long he's been sitting here, maybe an hour, maybe decades, maybe hundreds or thousands of years.

There were several stone beds on one side of the cave, and a few young servants slept soundly.

At the moment, the whole world is sleeping soundly.

No, it should be said, the world is always asleep. The long night of eternity, the whole world is a dream, who can keep a little bit of wisdom of 'understanding self-sufficiency', and keep their eyes open from life to death? In the turbid world, people want to be turbulent, who can keep the pure and natural 'pure heart', refuse to sink in the rolling red dust, and hold their heads high to the sky.

In the middle of the night, without warning, the man's body suddenly trembled violently. In an instant, he opened his eyes and leaped out of the sarcophagus. What is surprising is that on this man's thin and pale face, there is actually a pair of eyes like electricity and torches. Inside, there is obviously an abundant and infinite life energy. It is hard to imagine that in such an environment with such harsh living conditions, in this inaccessible and almost forgotten corner, a person can still maintain such a strong vitality. This at least shows that in the depths of this man's heart, there must be a spiritual power that is not robbed of things, does not change for the environment, does not go with the world, and is alone with heaven and earth.

At this moment, this man seems to have entered a place of bliss that he has been looking for for a long time but has never been able to enter, and it is like entering a realm of heaven and man that is unhindered, all bright, things and self are forgotten, and both can be destroyed. The servants were awakened, and one by one they stared at the scene in front of them with sleepy eyes open.

Their master, isn't he crazy, what is the name of these three ghosts in the middle of the night?!

The servants, of course, did not understand that they thought they were awake, but in fact they were still living in a muddy nightmare.

Because, they don't know how to open their eyes at all, and they can't see the changes in heaven and earth.

The middle-aged man suddenly stopped his crazy actions and muttered, "Thousands of years of waiting, and now it's finally ...... The troubled times have come, and the Five Elements Exercises that Your Majesty said are about to be born one after another, and there will be real dragons in the world, so I have to prepare early. ”

The middle-aged man ran out of the cave excitedly, looked up at the sky, his ragged clothes exposed his thin chest, where a light suddenly bloomed, turning into an upside-down eye, penetrating the world.

Then, the middle-aged man's face was full of disbelief, and then he became panicked, and let out a roar of anger, trembling Siye, and this heart-rending roar could be heard for thousands of miles.

The middle-aged man looked around blankly, and muttered, "The prince is dead...... The soul is gone, and it is completely destroyed, who killed His Royal Highness the Prince?!! ”

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Fang Yan was enjoying the coolness brought by the strong wind and drizzle, and the sound of praise from the same door ten meters away kept coming from his ears, and he was enjoying himself. A heart-rending tremor and scream suddenly sounded in the mountains, and everyone, including her, lost their sense of hearing and hearing from the world for a moment.

The shouting stopped, and Yi Lianshan took the lead in gathering all the disciples and looked at Zheng Yin.

Everyone instantly became nervous, and they all felt that the strength of the other party was faintly above that of a real-level Mahayana monk.

As Zheng Yin, who has the highest cultivation among all the people, volunteered and said: "I'll go and investigate, you wait in place, be careful." ”

"Hmm." Yi Lianshan nodded solemnly, and hurriedly gathered all the disciples in a circle, with the flying sword in his hand, ready to face danger at any time.

Zheng Yin suddenly turned into a whistling streamer and went away, looking for the source in the direction where the voice just came from to find out.

The dialect mingled in the crowd, picked up the trembling lotus, gave it a spirit fruit, and soothed its injured little heart, the long howl just now scared it enough, from the unscrupulous coercion of the superiors, the demons of birds and beasts are the easiest to feel, and this dialect is more experienced.

After a while, Lian'er finally felt a lot better, and Zheng Yin also came back.

"How?"

Facing everyone's doubts, Zheng Yin shook his head seriously and solemnly and sighed.

"There's a cave over there, with a bed of stone and a sarcophagus, and it looks like it used to have an owner, but now it's gone."

This simple answer cast a shadow on everyone's hearts.

Yi Lianshan frowned even more worriedly, and said earnestly: "The troubled times are coming, and all the demons and monsters have escaped." ”