Daozong, Feilai Peak.

Shen Yu quietly looked at the civet and the old yellow dog in the sea of flowers, which were already two or three feet tall, chasing and playing one after the other.

The little guy who has been soaked in the aura of the peak all the year round is full of beautiful lines all over his body, still and moving, as fast as the wind.

However, the old yellow dog was unexpectedly also agile, and several times he escaped the bite of the civet.

As early as a few days ago, in another casual chat, Shen Yu finally knew why Su Mo had a strange smile when he first met Su Mo.

It turned out that he was actually healing in the old yellow dog's den that day.

If this matter is known to some people in the spiritual famine three thousand years ago, I am afraid that the reputation of the first person in the world, Taixuan Zhenren, will plummet, and no one will have the heart of admiration.

Fortunately, now that Shen Yu has experienced countless things, his mentality has long been as turbulent as an ancient well, and he is also smiling at this matter, and Su Mo will not be bored to take this matter as a joke from time to time.

The sky of Feilaifeng is like the mood of a girl, brilliant and bright, and the breeze is coming, which makes people so intoxicated.

But there are other people who are drunk at the moment.

Not far from Su Mo's wooden house, Ling Jianzi was lying on a rocking chair, closing his eyes and sleeping.

And Dou Sprouts looked at the Ruyu man nervously with tears on her face, and said while crying, "Uncle Su, what's wrong with Ling Jianzi, is it evil, why haven't you woken up yet?"

Su Mo put down the ancient scroll in his hand, touched the little girl's head, and said with a smile: "Since your Uncle Shen said it's okay, then it's okay, don't you still believe in your Uncle Shen's ability."

Dou Sprouts turned her head to look at Shen Yu, nodded, and the worried look on her face gradually disappeared.

Su Mo walked up to Shen Yu and said with a smile, "The people of the Land of Thousand Rivers would never have thought that their divine beasts thousands of years ago would actually recognize you as the master, and all the evil magic techniques would have no effect in the face of nightmares."

After the battle between the two great cultivators of the Immortal Realm in the southwest fishing village, the female hall master of the Dao Sect came to the Feilai Peak of the Yuan Temple with the spirit sword that had been hit by the secret technique of the Thousand Rivers, and then glanced at the two low-key but also well-known spiritual desolations, and left with a cold snort.

Su Mo and Shen Yu looked at each other, not knowing where to offend this cold uncle.

After Shen Yu took the spirit sword, he saw at a glance that the little guy's three souls and seven spirits had fallen into an illusion, so he called Mu Huai, who was playing with the spirit carp in the deep pool on the mountainside.

As soon as this immortal nightmare spirit saw Ling Jianzi, he opened his mouth lightly and inhaled it, and inhaled the netherworld qi in Ling Jianzi's body into his abdomen, and also burped, patted his belly and ran to play again.

It's just that maybe the little guy is too tired, and after sleeping for a while, it has caused the worry of the bean sprouts who have been childhood sweethearts since childhood.

"That old man who drew talismans can't escape the cycle of cause and effect after all, and he has only acted according to his preferences for decades, killing countless people, and now he really can't die well."

Shen Yu casually picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, then said: "Except for some cultivators who came from the land of Qianchuan, only those who came out of that place in the depths of Qianchuan are qualified to learn the secret art of the Netherworld.

Su Mo shook his head and said, "The great cultivator who has stepped into that realm wants to escape, there is no way to stop it, this time Dao Xuan Master Bo made a move, and he only knocked down his two doppelgangers, but after thinking about it, Mr. Di Cao did not dare to walk in the Spirit Wilderness, otherwise the true body appeared, and it would inevitably be known, and if he was targeted by the group of madmen in Sword Immortal City, he would definitely not be able to escape."

Shen Yu nodded, looking at the clouds rolling in the sky, before stepping into the peak three thousand years ago, he knew that most of the cultivators above the immortal realm in the world were almost rejected by heaven and earth, and they were fighting against heaven and earth in every movement, and they could be fused by heaven and earth at any time, lose their self-consciousness, and become a part of the heavenly dao.

This time, planning the land of a thousand rivers, the Daoist Sect's Duzhen Hall Master and Yanfa Hall Master attacked one after another, which caused the heavens and the earth to shake, and he didn't dare to act wantonly, which allowed Mr. Di Cao to escape.

Shen Yu retracted his thoughts, glanced at the Spirit Sword, and asked, "The letter that the Jade Fuzi sent through the Spirit Sword

What should I do with it?"

Su Mo thought for a while, his face was much more solemn, and he said, "That place is Dongzu Prefecture, and according to the agreement of the Nine Holy Lands, it is the range of Yaochi and Kunlun, and we are not easy to meddle in this matter."

Shen Yu thought for a while and said, "I received a letter from Shang Yingluo a few days ago, she happened to be traveling there at this time, the little girl is very curious, I'll go and bring her back by the way."

Su Mo remembered the quirky little girl, and when she went down the mountain, she shouted that she wanted to walk the road that Shen Yu had walked, and she would become even more famous than Shen Yu.

Unexpectedly, this little girl really went all the way to the sea, went to Guiyun Immortal Sect, and arrived at Yang Liu's hometown, and did another thing according to what Shen Yu did back then, which made these sects cry and laugh.

"It's okay, the little junior brother's temperament can't be idle, so let the little junior brother handle this matter, but presumably there shouldn't be any clues there."

Su Mo glanced at the wooden locust who was playing again, and asked, "This time, you also brought the Nightmare Spirit?"

Shen Yu nodded and said, "Well, Mu Huai has only been close to me since birth, and although the Dao Sect has gone through some liquidation, I am worried that there are deeper hidden shadows."

Su Mo smiled slightly and said, "It's okay, let the Mu Huai deal with the things that have been cultivated in the land of a thousand rivers for many years, I don't know what kind of expression they will have when they see the Mu Huai."

Shen Yu smiled indifferently and did not speak again.

....

....

An unknowable place.

In the dilapidated courtyard, Li Qinglian sat motionless at the stone table, the pages on the table fluttering with the mountain wind, faintly revealing a graceful poem.

This imperial capital used to be the most chic and romantic, and the poems were shocking, even if it was written casually, countless boudoir women in the imperial capital could not sleep at night.

As the mountain wind blew down, several pages even fell to the ground, covering a pair of black cloth shoes.

The man picked up the pages of the book casually and said indifferently towards Li Qinglian, "It seems that the academy not only reads and educates people, but I didn't expect that even the Dao of the Spirit Treasure has surpassed the Dao Sect."

The man's whole body was shrouded in black robes, his face was wearing a ghost mask, his tone was cold with a hint of murderous intent, and he casually threw the pages of the book to Li Qinglian, and then said, "The secrets of my Qianchuan are transmitted through these pages."

The page that flew straight suddenly turned into crumbs when it was about to crash into Li Qinglian, and then fell to the ground, and the academy outcast dressed in green clothes said lightly: "Mr. Shencao spent so much money to resurrect me, and he was about to kill me because of a few lines of poetry, so how can your payment be so cheap?"

The black-robed man did not speak.

Because he's heard it a second time.

The last time I chose to believe it, the result was that some disciples of the Nine Holy Lands who had spent a lot of effort to rebel were liquidated in a few days.

Thinking of this, the man no longer had the calmness he used to have, all because of Li Qinglian's biography, which handed over the list of the nine holy lands to Yu Fuzi to bring out.

The man said indifferently, "I don't care, a person like you will never be able to become a person from the land of a thousand rivers."

The words fell, and the man's right hand was indispensably marked. A dark and murderous ball of light suddenly appeared, and a dead ball of light slowly rose.

Li Qinglian glanced at the ball of light, her expression was indifferent, and she didn't care, "Mr. Shencao, among the six Caos of Qianchuan, you are only ranked third, can you call the shots for this kind of thing?"

The black-robed man looked at Li Qinglian's calm eyes and said coldly, "If I can reshape your ghost body for you, I will be able to send you into reincarnation again, and no one can stop me."

Li Qinglian stood up, her slender figure was fluttering in the wind at the moment, and it seemed to have no weight, "It's really boring, there are always many people in the world who are too confident in themselves, but they often don't know it, and this kind of person often occupies a very important position."

Li Qinglian's momentum was still as plain as water, turning a blind eye to the black-robed man's coercion, but her eyes looked at the dark sky, where there was no light, and there were no stars, not even the crescent moon

Disappear.

"It's boring." Li Qinglian pointed slightly with her right hand, and a small dark green sword appeared in front of the two of them.

And the moment this small sword appeared, the black-robed man's legs in the grimace suddenly contracted, and his face was full of disbelief.

The man's tone trembled, "Heavenly Cao Ling Sword! This is the Heavenly Cao Ling Sword! When have you ever seen the Heavenly Cao Supreme?"

Li Qinglian said indifferently: "You don't need to know, you just need to obey, and seeing orders is like seeing people."

The black-robed man has no momentum at the moment, although there are six Gong Cao in the land of Qianchuan, but for thousands of years, there is only one master in the entire Qianchuan, and that is Tiancao.

And the other five Gong Cao are just in charge of the five things of Qianchuan.

And for thousands of years, Tiancao has never appeared in front of everyone, and no one knows the origin and identity of Tiancao, but before every action, someone will come with a dark green sword to give orders.

That is the Heavenly Cao Ling Sword.

The most terrifying thing for the people in the Land of Thousand Rivers is that anyone who dares to resist Ling Jian's order will be killed by Ling Jian without exception, even if it is a former second-ranked Mr. Di Cao.

Even if that Mr. Di Cao has already stepped into that peak realm.

The fear in the man's bones made him not dare to have the slightest thought, and he saluted towards the dark green little sword, and said respectfully, "What orders does Tiancao have to pass on to his subordinates?"

Li Qinglian's face was expressionless, she looked at the man condescendingly, and said, "There are six Caos in the Biluo Thousand Rivers, and the Nine Secluded Ones Return to the Ruins."

The black-robed man raised his head suddenly, looking at the green-shirted man in front of him in disbelief.

In the past thousand years, the Nine Shadows Guiru has disappeared and sunk for a long time, and the abandoned scholar of the academy in front of him, the Confucian gentleman, is actually the monarch of this generation of Guixu Mansion.

It's hard to believe.