In the dense forest, there was a deathly silence.

The remaining two men in black seemed to feel something terrifying, and there were bursts of heart palpitations.

That can kill the madman of the Qingcheng Sword Sect.

Just because the three of them barely cultivated in the Cave True Realm, they wanted to coerce that person's parents.

It was only at this moment that a few people understood how stupid they were.

So, without any hesitation, the young man in front of him bent his knees, knelt down in the direction of the strong wind, and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.

Let the blood splash on his forehead.

But there is no response from heaven and earth.

The chill hits, and the whole mountain forest seems to be in the ice and snow.

Then, the two died quietly.

A liquor shop in a mountain village.

The bearded man raised his head and took a sip of wine, pointed to the bright moon in the sky, and scolded: "Thief, Lao Tzu looks like this, and he won't let me go."

…

Thousand Willow Castle.

Since a major event happened a few years ago, the walls have never been intact.

It's not because the city lord doesn't have the ability to build a new one, but because that Broken Blade Mountain doesn't allow it.

The remnants that stretched for miles along the city wall all showed the tragedy of that day.

Sword intent, sword aura permeated.

Many low-level disciples of scattered cultivators and major sects would occasionally come here, either to feel the sword intent in it, or to comment on it.

After all, this is the breath left by the two powerhouses of the upper three realms in the world.

In April and May, the terrain here is low, and it has been rainy for more than ten consecutive days.

On this day, the clouds have not yet dispersed.

In an alley to the west of the city, Qingshan calmly passed through, and his face did not make any changes.

With an extremely ordinary face, mixed among countless mortals, it was difficult for anyone to see that he was the one who was hunted down and killed by the entire Spirit Desolation Scattered Cultivator.

For this matter, others may hide, and no one can be vigilant all the time.

Because anyone you meet, anything can be an assassination against you.

It's just that Qingshan didn't care, and he didn't even defend himself, the dead Qingcheng Sword Sect leader heard that he was still one of the few people at the peak of the world's realm.

How could such a powerful existence die in his own hands.

Qingshan was very sure that someone was to blame him, as for why it was him, a disciple who was not very famous in the Spirit Wilderness, and his cultivation was only a disciple of the Divine Journey Realm, Qingshan was very puzzled. xь.

All the way to the east, across the East China Sea, to Zuzhou, Qingshan and killed several groups of scattered cultivators.

This endless killing annoyed him, so he came to the realm of mortals, avoiding the many cultivators on his way.

Qianliu City is very close to his hometown, and the most important thing is that some big sects will definitely find out their origins, and the father and mother who are far away in the small mountain village are likely to be arrested by those people to threaten them.

Thinking of this, Qingshan's eyes narrowed slightly, and a killing intent swept through his eyes.

"In this world, there is no distinction between right and wrong, is there a boundary between black and white? No, those lords of the Holy Land, the immortal powerhouses of all factions, have the right to define black and white."

Qingshan only understood the meaning of the wine shop uncle's words at this time.

It's just that at that time, I forgot to ask how to deal with this kind of thing.

Before he knew it, Aoyama came to a silk shop.

There was a sudden noise in the store, and thick black smoke poured out of the shop.

Qingshan frowned slightly, and found that for some unknown reason, the shop full of silk was on fire, and the cultivator's vision was not disturbed by the smoke and dust.

When the wind blew, a woman in the shop panicked and cried with a child in her arms.

On the street, pedestrians coming and going have also woken up at this time, shouting for firefighting.

It's just that the smoke and dust are too big, and those mortals can't see the situation inside clearly, as the fire gets bigger and bigger,

Even the door was about to burn down.

The woman in the shop was about to faint by this time, but the crying of the baby in her arms had not stopped.

The people of Qianliu City all stopped outside, not daring to save people.

Aoyama looked around and sighed.

Then his body moved slightly, and the next moment he came to the shop, stretched out his hand and took the woman and the child in his arms, and walked straight out.

Those ferocious flames were extinguished the moment Qingshan stepped in, as if the air had dried up.

With each step forward, the flames dissipate.

This was accompanied by the sound of houses collapsing.

Aoyama had rescued the woman and the child.

On the street, countless people looked at him with shocked faces, able to save people from the sea of fire, and unscathed.

Could it be that the young man was a legendary cultivator.

Aoyama casually struck out a spiritual aura to wake the woman up, and then turned around and walked out of the city.

On the street, countless people looked at the back of the handsome young man, from the shock at the beginning, then the noise, and finally the discussion resounded throughout the Qianliu City.

…

Qingshan was passing by, and when he heard that this was once Uncle Yang Liu's hometown, he subconsciously walked in this direction.

There was a lake outside the city, and dozens of huge rocks were submerged in the water, and only a little was exposed beyond the surface of the water.

This is the place where Uncle Shen Yu used the cultivation of the Cave True Realm to resist the three swords of the woman's sword saint.

The towering pedal tower also collapsed.

Across the lake, there is a willow forest.

Qingshan stopped, looked at somewhere in the depths, and said indifferently, "There is no need to hide."

After a while, three cultivators walked out, one of them with traces of time on his face, obviously having been practicing for some years.

The other two were a little immature.

The young cultivator looked at Qingshan and asked softly, "I don't understand, why is the entire Spiritual Desolate Scattered Cultivator looking for you, but you still swaggering in Thousand Willow City, aren't you afraid of death?"

Qingshan said calmly: "Death is not a very troublesome thing, being afraid of death is indeed a very troublesome thing, there are thousands of cultivators in the world, if I hide, I will still be found after all." Ь.

The young man smiled and said, "That's true, along the way, I know six waves of people, some of whom are hidden in places that I don't even know, so it's not troublesome for you to die, but how not to let you die."

Qingshan suddenly asked, "Where are you a disciple of the Holy Land?"

The young man pointed to another man of his grade and said, "Liubo Mountain, Xi Fire Earth."

"Xi Mushui."

The two did not hide their origins.

Qingshan raised his eyebrows slightly, the disciples of the Dao Sect and the disciples of Liubo Mountain have never been so polite.

Just like the ancestor sword back then.

But at this time, what Qingshan cared about was indeed the man with a vicissitudes of life.

The latter raised his head and said indifferently, "There is a scattered cultivation below, and there is no sect."

"Cultivation opportunities, some are determined by heaven, some need to fight for their lives, the lower realm has been stagnant for a long time, if I can get the reward of the Qingcheng Sword Sect and become a closed disciple of the new head of the sect, maybe I can live a little longer."