In the dark.

A faint light appeared, illuminating the surroundings.

It was a small room, with countless mosses growing on the mottled walls, and a few tables and chairs randomly arranged in the middle, covered with thick dust.

Qingshan leaned weakly against the wall and said to the woman beside him, "Senior Feng, this should be the capital city, and I owe you a favor."

The words fell, and a trace of white mist rose from the ground, and then turned into lines and wrapped around Qingshan's body.

The face that had been pale became even whiter, like a dead man.

Feng Lan took out a spiritual power, brushed the dust off the tables and chairs, looked at the strange environment around her, and said, "I heard that the Xudu City is sealed by a supreme treasure of the academy, and no one can enter, not even the powerhouses of the upper three realms, why can we come in?"

She is a disciple of Qinglou, and she has been walking in the spiritual wilderness for many years, so she has naturally heard rumors about the city of Xudu.

And he also has a deep connection with the guy in front of him.

Back then, the madman of the Daoist Sect killed 100,000 people in the city, and now the capital city is already a dead city, in addition to the yin qi, there are countless unjust souls and evil ghosts.

Thinking of this, Feng Lan couldn't help but say, "Why did the killers of the Land of Thousand Rivers let you come here, and also, where did those unjust souls and evil ghosts go?"

Hearing this, Aoyama glanced around.

It was very quiet, except for the trace of yin qi that oozed out to prove that this was indeed a dead city, and no longer felt the breath of any living beings.

Not even the terrifying voices of the unjust ghosts could be heard.

It's a very unusual thing.

Uncle Su Mo once said that this place, after killing the 100,000 people to the ancestors, this place was occupied by unjust ghosts, and anyone who entered the city, whether it was a mortal or a cultivator, would be devoured by those ghosts.

No one can stop a hundred thousand Yin Spirits.

In the entire spiritual wilderness, except for the Nine Shadows, only the Xudu City has so many Yin Souls.

But in the current scene, it is clear that those unjust ghosts have dissipated, leaving only an empty city.

Qingshan's mind turned, remembering the matter of Xizhou, and guessed: "Most of the yin souls in the world will be approached to the Nine Shadows, and some of them are said to have been taken away by the blood sea creatures and become their cultivation resources.

Feng Lan obviously heard this kind of rumor for the first time.

She blinked her eyes and said curiously, "Blood Sea Creature, what does it look like? I heard that now Xizhou is divided into two, Lingyin Temple occupies the Lingshan Palm, and the blood sea creatures occupy the vast cliff, controlling a large area from Xiguan City to Lingshan in Zhongzhou, and it is even rumored that they have sent an envoy to Zhongzhou Datang to meet the Son of Heaven."

Qingshan obviously hadn't heard of these news, because when he came out of Xizhou, he was separated from Xun Ju.

A turning Dao sect, and he went all the way to the east and came to Qianliu City.

This world is too big after all, even if the creatures of the sea of blood can come to the spiritual wilderness, it will never be possible to have a foothold by relying on killing.

The envoy who went to the Tang Dynasty was probably looking for an ally.

Because Datang and Buddhism are mortal enemies.

Thinking of this, Qingshan opened his mouth and said, "The Blood Sea Creature is tall, but it looks ugly, its physical body is extremely strong, and even some priests have cultivated divine souls, which can be understood as a cultivator of dual cultivation of Dao and body."

In fact, all Aoyama had seen were some low-level creatures, completely strong by their physical bodies.

As for the priest who has cultivated the divine soul, he has never seen it.

Feng Lan sighed, and she was not interested, there are too many ugly men in this world, and there are few good-looking men, who is interested in learning about some ugly blood sea creatures.

She stood up and looked out the window, where it was pitch black, not even a hint of wind.

The two escaped from the Qianchuan killer that day, and Qingshan's body was injured by the ghost qi of Yin Tianzi, so he had to look for the strong yin qi

.. A place to heal, and it has been

I kept thinking about fleeing from the capital city.

I didn't stop at any town along the way, and I came here.

In the darkness, she didn't pay any attention to the city.

The dead silence of the entire city, coupled with the events that had happened here sixty years ago, Rao is cultivator of the Three Realms like her couldn't help but shudder, and even a trace of coldness involuntarily appeared on his arms.

She subconsciously walked to Qingshan's side.

The latter frowned slightly, and said guiltily, "Senior Feng, you don't need to take care of me, cultivators have always lived and died."

Feng Lan glared, "Fart, what kind of life and death, that guy from Daofan back then..."

"What's wrong with Uncle Daofan?"

Aoyama's eyes lit up and he looked at her curiously.

"It's nothing, it's all here anyway, let's go to the center of the city to find out if there is a place where the yin qi is stronger."

Feng Lan was a little embarrassed in her words, straightened her body, and arranged the next thing.

This is the reason for coming to the capital city.

Although there is also yin qi here, it is impossible to stop Qingshan's body from collapsing, and in the previous battle with Yin Tianzi, that kid really didn't want to die.

Qingshan is a very intelligent person, although he has speculated about the matter of Senior Feng and Uncle Daofan, he is not willing to ask to the end.

Everyone has a secret in their heart.

So, he struggled to his feet and whispered, "Then let's go."

…

The night is like water.

There was no half-starlight city hidden in the twilight, and even the cultivators of the Upper Three Realms could only faintly see the outline.

If you look at it from a hundred miles away, you will find it.

This inky city floats in mid-air.

Dozens of black locks connected the earth, and the vast qi continued to purify those black gases.

But the entire sky was covered with black city, and the huge sense of oppression came to him, and those heroic qi seemed incomparably small in it.

On a hillside off the beaten track.

Li Qinglian took her hands and walked leisurely in the rain.

The rain slid down his black robe, not soaking his shirt, but only accentuating his black shine.

He was followed by a man with a sword on his back in a blue cedar.

It was Wei Boyang who came from Qingcheng Mountain.

Every time he saw this gloomy man, Wei Boyang had a deep fear in his heart.

It's like a behemoth that can trample itself to death at any time.

Although there was not half of the aura emanating from the outcast of the academy, Wei Boyang knew that this was a scene that would only appear when he was in the world.

And to do this, you need to cross the fairyland.

Above the fairyland, what is it.

Wei Boyang didn't know.

I didn't dare to ask.

Li Qinglian stopped and suddenly spoke.

"Wouldn't you feel guilty about killing your own master with your own hands?"

There was a casualness in the tone.

But Wei Boyang felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, and beads of sweat the size of beans were dripping down his face.

It was a nightmare, and in the dream, his sword pierced the heart of the kind Taoist.

The head of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, the Dao Sword Venerable who was honored by countless cultivators in the world, died peacefully under his sword like this.

There was no struggle or resistance.

Wei Boyang gulped in the air, and the guilt of killing the teacher was so suppressed that he couldn't breathe at all.

Li Qinglian looked at him calmly, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

I don't know how long it took, Wei Boyang's whole person was as if he had just come ashore from the water.

He said in a trembling voice, "You have long known that his cultivation has been lost, so you will let me use the sword, and all this was arranged by you."

Li Qinglian smiled slightly and said, "It seems that you have a deep relationship with Mu Daoren, but yes, if it weren't for him, maybe you would just be one

A young man from a mountain village, who has been hunting in the mountains all his life, how can he become the pride of the sky of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, and the invincible Wei Boyang in the eyes of the world."

These words are very light.

But to Wei Boyang's ears, it was a great irony. "No, without him, I can also practice, there are a few people in this world who have a constitution like mine, even if it is Shen Yu..."

Wei Boyang's voice was stagnant, and his eyes were full of complicated emotions.

Anger, envy, jealousy, and so on.

"You're not as good as Shen Yu." Li Qinglian said lightly.

Wei Boyang was silent.

The first on the Lingyun list, the head of the next generation of the Dao Sect, the first closed disciple in the world, and a peerless genius who stepped into the upper three realms after seven years of cultivation.

In the whole world, who is like him?

Wei Boyang gradually regained his composure, but there was a lot of hatred in his eyes.

Li Qinglian didn't look at him, and her eyes fell on the Xudu City in the distance.

There are some chess pieces in this world who always think that they can one day become chess players, but what they don't know is that even chess players will die other people's chess pieces.

Heaven and earth fell silent.

There was only the sound of rain falling, and Wei Boyang couldn't help but ask, "Qingshan has already entered that city, and Xiang Cangqiong will definitely come here if nothing else, what should I do next?"

"Wait."

Li Qinglian said indifferently: "I have already set up this stage, the people on the stage are here, and those who are watching the play have not yet come."

….

Outside the castle of Thousand Willows.

Cabbage timidly looked at the green-shirted figure in front of him.

I don't know why I met that guy again.

After the death of the master, the Broken Blade Mountain was destroyed, and those former senior brothers and disciples were afraid of the Dao Sect and fled in all directions.

The little girl didn't know where to go, so she walked all the way forward in a trance.

may rarely go down the mountain, and she only remembers that this road is the direction to Qianliu City, so she subconsciously chose this road.

Shen Yu saw the thin little girl from a distance, so he stopped and waited.

Half an hour passed.

The two of them were still hundreds of feet away.

Shen Yu didn't have the slightest impatience, and just stood quietly under a willow tree.

There was an hour.

The little girl was still ten zhang away from Shen Yu, so she was no longer willing to move, and kept pinching the corners of her clothes with her head down.

Shen Yu looked at the scene in front of him and said with a smile, "Cabbage girl, I won't kill you."

Cabbage looked up and said suspiciously, "Really."

Shen Yu pointed to a noodle stall at the gate of the city and said softly, "After walking for so long, it is better to eat a bowl of noodles."

The little girl subconsciously touched her belly, and a grunt sounded.

Her face turned red.

…

I have to say that the noodles of this Qianliu City are very well done.

Even a cultivator of the Upper Three Realms, like Shen Yu, who had already opened the valley, had an extremely fresh taste, which was much better than the noodles he had eaten before the fight between Guiyun Immortal Sect and Li Yi.

He looked at the little girl who was eating noodles in a muffled voice, and said indifferently: "Your master has the heart to die, under the Heavenly Sword, no one has ever been able to live, you should know that she has to be tortured and destroyed by the sword qi every day over the years, and it is already a great thing to be able to live for three years."

The little girl did not speak.

It's just that bean-sized tears drip down in the noodle bowl.

After the guy named Su Mo cast a sword three years ago, the master's body had run out of oil, and if it weren't for her profound realm, she would have died on the spot.

What Shen Yu said was not wrong, that sword qi was destroying the master's internal organs all the time.

The so-called battle between her and Shen Yu was just some way to seek death.

After all, the grievances between the two can be understood in this way, which may be the best ending for Broken Blade Mountain and the master.

But...

The master died after all.

Xiaobai

The dish lowered his head and gulped down the noodles in the bowl.

Tears fell like rain.

Broken Blade Mountain is gone, the master is gone, and the senior brothers and brothers are gone.

The world is big, where is there a place to stay.

The master killed all the way from the Demon Domain to the North back then, and too many of them died under her knife. Look at the book

And how could their descendants let go of such an opportunity for revenge.

Little Cabbage thought to herself.

Why is there always so much grudge in this world, one dies, the other comes for revenge, and so on.

It's a dead knot.