Ouyang Tian and Ouyang Bo were killed and injured, Ouyang Gu was not in a hurry, but Shi Tuo pestered him to the death, not giving him a chance to get out.

In the other scene, the scorching sun Brahma, the raging fire burned all the methods, Lu Ming's figure was walking leisurely in the blazing sun, constantly shuttling, Ouyang Tong, who had fallen from the realm, had already shown defeat, and he suddenly shouted, "Senior brother, quickly follow me to open the 'Thousand Sects Sword Array'." He struggled to shake Lu Ming away, and fled to the Broken Immortal Platform in embarrassment, Ouyang Gu also broke free from the shackles of Shi Tuo, and then rushed over.

Ouyang Tong untied the jade pendant of the head of the house, and said in a lost voice: "Lu Ming, if you can force my Binggu to this point, you are enough to be proud of the eternals." ”

He raised his arm above his head, and a flash of sword light flashed above the ancient jade.

Lu Ming looked at him coldly, and said loudly: "Qianzong Sword, what I am waiting for is your Qianzong Sword, I just want the people of the world to take a good look, what kind of face you are in Binggu, don't enter the sword spirit with human spirit, hahaha, it's really a big joke." ”

Lu Ming's laughter was rampant, and the various immortal mountain sects didn't understand what he meant! It has been an ancestral training for thousands of years that Binggu does not enter the sword spirit with human spirit, is there anything that can't be hidden?

Ouyang Tong read a paragraph with a painful expression, and then his breath changed greatly, a trace of black qi emerged from the center of his eyebrows, his facial features were distorted, and he gradually went crazy.

Buzz buzz

Baekdu Mountain shook slightly, and the ancient humming sound of the road came from Baektu Mountain and the back mountain.

The Great Desolate Secret Realm.

Qin Qiuping in the Xuanyuan Sword smacked his lips and said with a smile: "Old thief Ouyang, your good apprentice used the Qianzong Sword, are you going to help?" ”

Ouyang Donglai spread his hands: "This Xuanyuan Sword is sealed by the magic circle, my divine sense is difficult to break free, and there is nothing I can do to help him." ”

Qin Qiuping smiled: "That's really a pity! ”

In the Great Desolate Secret Realm, the stone statues of the ancestors of the Soldier Valley vibrated and buzzed, and the sword rays broke through from the inside of the stone statues and rose into the air, and then brushed and brushed, and the Dao sword rays converged towards the jade pendant in Ouyang Tong's hand.

It turned out that the sages of the Bing Valley would leave a sword qi true element after the death of the immortals, which was sealed in the stone statue of the corpse and used to rescue the Bing Valley when it was in danger.

The white sword in his hand became more and more vigorous, Ouyang Tong was already like a madman, his voice was hoarse and choked, "The thousand-year-old luck of Binggu was actually destroyed in my hands." ”

"Lu Ming, I'...... I want you to die......"

A thousand rays of light slashed towards the landing.

When there were thousands of sword qi in the barren secret realm, the people of the world finally knew what Lu Ming meant, it turned out that Binggu still had such a hand, they were surprised and sneered, 'I don't use human spirit to enter the sword spirit, but use the soul true yuan of my ancestors and ancestors as sword qi', Binggu - it is indeed a joke.

Lu Ming looked coldly at Ouyang Tong, who had already fallen into the demon, and said compassionately:

"The world, the common people, when you spurned my barbarian domain, when you listed the nine clans as 'demons', do you know that now I, the barbarians in your eyes, am slaying demons for you!"

Heaven and earth were silent, Lu Ming moved forward slowly, the pattern on his chest had dissipated, and a giant sun rose from his body, and he held the scorching sun with both hands and blasted towards the Thousand Sect Sword.

The soul of the little sky was sobbing and let out a silent cry.

Lu Ming slowly closed his eyes:

"Qing'er, third brother, I'm coming to you."

……

"Do you like Lu Ming?"

"A little, but I don't like you as much."

"Why?"

"I'm like a tree, he's like the sun, and if you're too close, you feel bad."

That year

Under the Fallen English Tree

The three of them looked up at the starry sky

"Lu Ming, I'm leaving, you and Qing'er have to be together."

"Where are you going?" Qing'er asked.

"I don't know."

"Are you coming back?" Qing'er asked again.

"Probably, not coming back."

"I'll be waiting for you right here."

Xiao San left, Lu Ming stayed under the tree, Qing'er waited for him for ten years, and left, Lu Ming left silently, he was going to find them, and it was thirty years to find them, until today, he finally found it.

"You are the tree, I am the sun, and it will be warm when you are far away."

"Qing'er, I'm far away from you now? If it's too far away and it feels cold, please be sure to let me know. ”

"Don't worry, I will always follow you, far away, follow you."

"I've been following you."

A huge white light shone in the sky, and everyone watched it all silently.

……

"Uncle Lu, we just met and you left, and you also went to that place, right? Will you see my father there? If you see him, please tell him that I miss him very much, and tell him that I have grown up, although he and Eniang are not here, but I have always been very obedient, I will not go to him, let him rest assured.

Uncle Lu, although I have only seen you twice, you will always be the dearest Uncle in Xiaotian's heart, will you get lost? If you really get lost, just look at the earth, Xiaotian...... Right there! ”

No one responded to him, only a trace of pure corona true yuan submerged from his back, and Soul Xiaotian walked farther and farther, only to disappear from everyone's sight.

The white light shone, and the heavens and the earth returned to nothingness in an instant.

The boulder rolled down, and the snow-white peak of Baektou Mountain was slashed by a sword.

The sword of Qianzong was broken, Ouyang Tong fell, Baitou Mountain was cut off to the top, and Shang Sheng Lu Ming died.

Lu Ming fought alone in the sword formation of the Thousand Sects of Binggu in the realm of the Great Supreme, and cut off the unshakable Baitou Mountain in the hearts of the world.

Qin Lizhi watched the background fade away, and his tears were already blurred.

"Yunyi, do you know that he ...... It's my father. ”

……

It was only after many days that the various Xiuzhen sects recovered from the shocking Great War of the Century.

An undercurrent surged again, permeating the entire Central Plains, the evil aura overflowing from the barbarian domain became more and more intense, and the incident of the dead man killing people became more and more complicated, and many sects drew this matter to the head of Soul Xiaotian.

……

Heavenly King Sect

Shi Tuo laughed loudly, full of spirits, and he knelt down in two rows under the head of the seventeenth hall master.

"I didn't expect Lu Ming to give me such a big gift, Ouyang Tong, Ouyang Tong, you will have today."

"Congratulations, congratulations."

"Now that Bing Gu's vitality is greatly damaged, let me see who can still be the enemy of my Heavenly King Sect?"

"Lin Zhen."

A disciple in his forties and fifties stepped forward and replied, "The disciple is here." ”

"I gave you the surname Shi, and from today onwards, you will be in charge of the Shaozitang and go to suppress the South China Sea for me."

Lin Yan was overjoyed, "Yes." ”

"Pass the order, my Heavenly King Sect will call on all factions of immortal friends to eliminate demons for the people."

"Yes."

……

Xishu Sword Mountain

Chixiao Peak

Kenshin Pavilion

Mo Zhu Zhenren gently put down the blue and white tea cup, "Unexpectedly, Lu Ming really shook Binggu." ”

Li Dongyang frowned, as if he was thinking about something.

"Senior Brother Li, the Heavenly King Sect has called on all mountains to encircle and suppress the South China Sea."

Li Dongyang put down the ancient book in his hand and said softly: "What I'm worried about is this matter, now that Shituo is in the half-step Heavenly King Realm, there is no one who can restrict him!" ”

"So what are we going to do?"

"Lu Ming's words were so beautiful that day, I was reluctant to let my disciple go to the South China Sea."

Mo Zhu is really humane: "Before going to Prison Wu Mountain, Senior Brother Yuxing had the same idea as you now, but in the end, the three of my brothers and sisters still went to Prison Wu Mountain. ”

Seeing that Li Dongyang was silent, she said again: "Most of the cultivators in the world know the grievances between the barbarian domain and the Central Plains, but the secular people are ignorant and silent about the things of demons and monsters. ”

Li Dongyang nodded, "Does that girl Ning'er have any ideas?" ”

"Xishu Jianshan is as kind to her as a mountain, she shouldn't have any out-of-the-ordinary actions."

Li Dongyang thought about it again, nodded and said, "Okay!" Send a few disciples to go through the motions. ”

……

Mt. Paektu

The ancestral hall of the patriarch of the Valley of Soldiers

The green water sword was placed flat on the incense case, and Ouyang Tian trembled, already in a state of dying wood.

In that year, the Valley of Soldiers was in trouble, and Ouyang Zhenyu, the ancestor of the Valley of Soldiers, used the most proud green water sword he had cast all his life in exchange for the assistance of Zhao Xiangqian, the master of the Dry Sword Gate. This matter was shelved for hundreds of years, and it was not until not long ago that the Binggu was prosperous and the Zhao family was weak, and there was that tragedy.

On the ancestral hall, Ouyang Tong's soul faintly appeared.

"Senior brother."

Ouyang Tian raised his head and said sadly, "Senior brother." ”

Ouyang Tong's expression was depressed, and he closed his eyes slightly: "We will all be wrong about Patriarch Yu's intentions!" Using this means, it is indeed a loss to the Zhao family. ”

"Senior brother......" Ouyang Tian was old and couldn't cry.

"I ruined the thousand-year-old luck of Binggu, and I have no shame to face my ancestors and ancestors!"

"Senior brother!"

"Things must be opposed, care is chaos, these years, our greed is too deep!"

"Then Lu Ming is right, if it weren't for him, maybe my sins would be even deeper."

"Senior brother, I'm leaving, the Soul Suppression Stone is not trivial, and it must not fall into the hands of others."

"If there is a chance, return the Green Water Sword to the Zhao family!"

With that, his figure slowly dissipated into the air.

"Yes...... Brother! ”

……

Ziyangtang (because the shielding word of purple and yang is added together, and I don't want to change it, so I use this oblique sound.) ）

This sect is not among the four mountains, and there is no name for the eighteen mountains, and the world has long forgotten this withered mountain gate.

A middle-aged Confucian student, dressed in a green shirt, holding a folding fan, lying on a rocking chair and closing his eyes to recuperate, Zhou Pingsheng on the side waited quietly, not daring to make a sound.

The bamboo chair creaked and swayed until dusk.

"Your ancestor already has news, if you want to go to the South China Sea, you can go!"

"Master!"

The Confucian priest raised his hand and interrupted him, "The world is going to be chaotic, you should be careful." ”

Zhou Pingsheng looked to the south and said lightly: "Yes, master!" ”