The misty smoke is sprinkled, the cold spring breeze is blowing, and the pink and tender spring plums are sprinkled all over the mountains.

The white-walled and black-tiled buildings of the Academy of Letters, shrouded in the mountain mist, are like a freehand mountain residence map splashed with ink, crossing the white jade archway of the Academy of Literature at the foot of the mountain, through the deep path, the tender flowers on both sides fall to the ground, and the scenery like a flower canal is stacked on the bluestone road.

In a meadow hidden among a few plantains, birds smoke from a charcoal stove.

Under the grass house.

A pineapple wood chessboard, criss-crossed on the network, dotted with several black and white chess pieces.

Two old figures in Confucian shirts sat opposite each other and were talking.

Suddenly, an invisible wave of qi swept in, and several chess pieces on the shaking chessboard involuntarily jumped and moved slightly.

The two old men who were falling suddenly stopped the impulse of the falling son.

The two raised their heads, and their deep eyes passed through the foothills, as if they saw the heroic old man who stood above the city gate and tore apart the big array of city protectors and couldn't close his mouth.

Break through the armor of 3,000 soldiers in one step, showing domineering and heroic!

Suddenly, the two seemed to see the moment when the old man was young, and he raised his sword to kill Emperor Yuanmeng with high spirits.

Looking at the perception of the two primordial gods, it seems that the endless sunset is constantly boiling and scorching flames.

A long sigh came from the mouths of the two of them.

It was the fire of nirvana.

Once it is opened, it means that the time limit has entered the countdown and is about to enter the end of life.

Even if the strength of the Nine Realms is approaching, they can still use their strong mind and body to keep the vitality in their bodies, even if they are rotten like appendages coming from all directions, they can still live stubbornly in the world for several years.

However, if the essence of the mind and body that is suppressed is completely let go, and the decay like the appendage of the bones is erased with great power, the essence and spirit will return to its peak and reach an extremely majestic level.

The decay that can be erased is not really gone, and the power that comes back to the light is short-lived after all.

The process by which decaying appendages are erased will give birth to the fire of nirvana.

"Nirvana...... It's a hope. ”

"The fire of nirvana in the Nine Realms is hope and despair."

The eldest master, Zhu Huoxi, sighed with a white child.

The third master, Wang Banshan, looked at the chessboard and was extremely stunned, he had a better relationship with Zhao Huangting, the two had the same smell since childhood, and they had a peerless common relationship with each other, and they were proud of the capital in Lin'an.

But after all, it can't compete with the power of time.

"Aren't you going to take a look?"

The eldest master looked at the third master.

"No, no face."

The third master grabbed a black chess piece, scattered it on the chessboard, and put one finger on the chessboard to pull the chess pieces away.

"When Pang Ji returns, I plan to resign as the third master of the Academy."

Wang Banshan said.

"Today's events are quite absurd, if I were not a master and did not take the position of the Academy of Literature, I would definitely make a move, but I didn't make a move because of this identity, and my heart fell into dust."

"Besides, I've been clamoring for a change in the Academy of Literature, but I know that in this Dazhao, change is difficult to achieve."

The old man stood up, put his hands on his back, and stood in the courtyard, looking at a plantain tree outside the thatched house.

Tiredness flashed in his eyes: "Da Zhao and the Academy of Literature are almost tied together, the Academy of Literature is like a place to send talents to Da Zhao, but the temple of Da Zhao, the huge Lin'an is a big dye vat, and when the talents who are trained enter it, they will become colorful." ”

"The interest in learning may still be left, but it has lost the most essential character of the reader."

"Over the years, as a master of the Academy, I may have also contracted some problems and become less pure."

"Therefore, the sword qi of the Holy Master who lingered in the world was born, and this world may have to change in a way that is not in accordance with the convention, I plan to go out for a walk and take a look."

"Zhao Huangting ignited the fire of nirvana without hesitation, and that freedom and wanton made me a little envious and a little enlightened."

The third master, Wang Banshan, said with a smile, with a bit of freedom in his voice.

"That's right, the Academy of Literature is no longer the Academy of Literature it once was."

The eldest master Zhu Huo muttered happily, and then got up, he walked to Wang Banshan's side, and the two old men looked at the plantain in the courtyard together, and could see the sky above the plantain, reflecting the sunset scenery of thousands of miles burned by the fire of Nirvana, like a round of sunset trying to leave the best side in the world.

"The sunset is the first few peaks in the southwest, and the broken glow is thousands of miles away."

"Above the Jiege leaning on the railing, I want to do the best of the evening breeze."

The master chanted softly.

The third master smiled.

"It's beautiful."

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……

In the sky above Lin'an Mansion, the sunset travels thousands of miles.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is clear and clear, without any vision.

However, in the eyes of the cultivators who have cultivated the primordial spirit, there seems to be a flame burning in the sky at this moment, and the light that burns out reflects the glow of the sky!

Flames burned from the heroic old man who had retreated three thousand times in that step, burning out from every inch of skin, every inch of flesh and blood.

The old man of Taimiao was dressed in plain clothes, and he was full of pride at the moment, and the aura on his body continued to rise, covering too many people, even Li Youan's starlight sword weapon that crossed the sky above Lin'an Mansion and became dim.

The old man's waist is straight, like a green bamboo slashing towards the sky, hunting in plain clothes, looking at the world with slanted eyes, laughing and scolding the world.

With one step, even the army composed of three thousand Praetorian Guards and Jin Wuwei fell apart and collapsed for thousands of miles.

The will of the two ancestors who blocked him from getting up from Phoenix Mountain was directly crushed by him, and the imperial tomb on Phoenix Mountain was extinguished a few times.

Zhao Huangting is arrogant and has the most spirit.

He looked at Li You'an, who was sitting on the Xingchen sword, An Le and Hua Xie Bing glanced at him, and said with a smile: "Go out of the city, I'll stop you, who dares to come......"

"Now I'm very cool, I have to get away with it, whoever comes I will kill whom."

"If you are not afraid of death, just come."

"Let's see if I, an old bone who has ignited nirvana and recovered to the peak, can I kill people?"

The words trembled in the sky above Lin'an Mansion and splashed on everyone's hearts.

Just one step, the shocked and bloody Tong Mink Temple and the left and right Jin Wuwei generals did not dare to chase them out at all.

In particular, the Tong Mink Temple is also a ...... of the Nine Realms How can the gap be so big?

However, at this moment, Zhao Huangting should be called the strongest Nine Realms Peak, and within the Nine Realms, no one can compete.

This is a supreme cultivator who burns the fire of nirvana, and his spirit and spirit are all those who have climbed to the pinnacle.

A man whose life is like a flash in the pan.

Who would dare to stop the huge Lin'an?

Who can stop it?!

The starlight crushed the red dust, the sword weapon passed slowly, between the burning sunset and the brilliant starlight, this sword weapon that lay over Lin'an, under the attention of everyone, slowly floated out of Lin'an.

On the sword, a young man with a pale face like tissue paper, dark eyes, quietly stared at this huge city that was as prosperous as a dream.

The mountains in the city, the water in the city, and the people in the city, all of them were engraved by him in the depths of the child's hole.

An Le exhaled softly.

When leaving Taimiao Lane, stepping on Qingbo Street, and walking towards the Imperial City.

He had a vague premonition that he might have to say goodbye to Lin'an today.

But when the goodbye really came, he was inexplicably blocked after all.

However, he knew that this city, he would eventually return again.

Everyone stared blankly at the sword weapon bathed in starlight, carrying flowers to solve the ice, carrying Li Youan, and carrying the young man who created a new legend on the imperial city!

The emperor of the Zhao family sat in the Tianxuan Palace, the darkness covered his figure, and only a pair of eyes passed through the dusk, looking at the sword weapon carrying the flower and the young man, and went out of Lin'an.

No one stopped, no one stopped.

The city was silent.

When the starry sword weapon was completely eliminated in the sky above Lin'an Mansion, the tense strings in many people's hearts were suddenly loosened.

The Zhao family Tianzi leaned on the throne and slowly closed his eyes.

Zhao Huangting looked at the silence in the city, and no one got up to stop him, he suddenly lost interest, and exhaled boringly, and in one breath, he set off a hurricane all over the city.

"It's boring."

The old man said a word, then turned around and strode out of Lin'an Mansion.

The large protective array of light curtains that rose to the sky suddenly overlapped together, isolating the inside and outside of the city, and finally completely separated the turmoil that swept through the turmoil.

Above the Royal Street.

The three thousand silver armor guards and the gold armor Jin Wuwei, who were smashed by one person, looked at each other, and at this time, they didn't know whether to chase or not.

Tong Mink Temple was dressed in a purple robe, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, his hands fell to his waist, turned around silently, and slowly walked in the direction of the imperial city.

General Jin Wuwei also wanted to take the team back to the palace, but the two looked at each other, and finally sighed, and led the team towards the outside of the city, waiting for the city to retreat, symbolically to pursue, this is their duty.

Although there is not much hope to chase up, and I dare not catch up, I still have to have the way it should be.

Over the Imperial City.

A figure fell rapidly, and finally levitated an inch above the large protective array.

The robes of the nobles of the kingdom were constantly fluttering in the wind and waves in the sky.

Yu Lao Taijun's face was expressionless, holding a dragon's head cane, although she was an old woman, she had the domineering and majesty of an old general who expanded her territory.

Wang Guogong fought with Yu Lao Taijun, but he never got the slightest favor.

……

……

A little further up in the sea of clouds.

The majestic mind blocked the terrifying knife like a cliff, and the sea of clouds that exploded kept rolling to the side, as if the hidden dragon in it couldn't stop rolling.

Di Zang put on a bronze mask, covering the tattoos on his face, his hair was flying, and his eyes under the mask exuded a bloodthirsty red glow.

At this moment, Di Zang is a peerless martial artist, with terrifying qi and blood, contained in the body, and every drop of blood has the power to penetrate the mountains.

"Dizang, you and I don't need to fight anymore."

"It's over."

The second master, Pang Ji, said seriously.

However, Di Zang didn't listen at all, holding the first-grade Zhao Zu Dragon Slashing Knife, and kept swinging and slashing out, which was enough to tear the terrifying sword qi of the sea of clouds.

Pang Ji was very helpless, his face trembled slightly, and he scattered the mental cliff in front of him.

He grabbed the terrifying sword aura with his bare hands.

The legs and feet took a step back, rolled up the long sleeves, grabbed the knife qi, and the figure was like a spinning top above the sea of clouds, rotating continuously, only to hear that above the sea of clouds, there was a muffled sound.

The sky is clear and blue.

But there seems to be a spring thunderstorm without warning.

The old man on the sea of clouds stood still, and the knife qi disappeared, but the old man's sleeves were full of knife energy, and he was constantly moving, and the thunder was endless.

Di Zang put the knife back into its sheath, took off the bronze mask and pinned it to his waist, and said no more.

just looked at the second master Pang Ji indifferently.

"The nature of the Academy of Literature has changed, and if you three masters want to take that half step, ascend to the Holy Confucianism in the world, and hold on to the current Academy of Literature, it is a fool's dream."

"Of the three thousand Confucian students in the Academy of Literature, none of them have to gather Haoran, and the only one who gathers Haoran does not enter the Academy of Literature, do you say, is it ridiculous?"

Dizang shook his head.

The second master, Pang Ji, sighed: "The big tree has taken root in the soil and has grown for a long time, and the roots have long been intertwined like a big net, and it is not easy to move away." ”

Di Zang smiled disdainfully, kicked the soles of his feet in the void, and in an instant, the clouds exploded, and his body was like a cannonball, instantly disappearing into the sky.

Only sneering words lingered in the sky.

"No matter how much you say, it's just an excuse, when you have enough strength, the towering tree can also be uprooted!"

Wu Kui has left, but the master is still standing in the sky.

The second master, Pang Ji, looked at Di Zang and left in a dashing manner, and sighed when he returned to the figure of the martial temple.

The full-sleeved knife qi exploded instantly, and the sleeves of the Confucian shirt were cut to pieces.

……

……

The starry sword weapon stretched across the sky, went straight for three hundred miles, and fell to the peak and green mountain that towered into the sky.

Halfway up the mountain, the misty mountain fog was cut away.

The calm is broken.

On the big flat, the starlight dissipated, Li Youan stood with his hands in his hands, and the sword weapon disappeared without a trace.

The breeze is coming, blowing the peach blossoms of the anime mountain.

Hua Jiebing and An Le were standing on the mountain lawn, bathed in the spring breeze that lingered in the mountains, and An Le's pale complexion seemed to be much soothed.

This is the sixth mountain, and you know it.

On the stone path on the mountain, there were two figures slowly walking down, it was the cold Sixth Mountain Lord and the veiled Yunrou Fairy.

An Le wore green mountains and ink pools around his waist, and clenched his fists towards the sixth mountain lord who appeared.

The sixth mountain lord looked at An Le, and his eyes showed an irrepressible expression of appreciation: "In the face of the turbulent overall situation, with a fearless attitude, hold the sword, cut away the wind and waves in front of you, and cut out the bright and clear." ”

"After this time, you may soon be condensing a sword heart."

The praise of the sixth mountain lord made An Le smile shyly: "The mountain lord praised it falsely, but Mrs. Hua was kind to me, gave me a precious cultivation method, and lit a green lamp on the road of cultivation for me. ”

The ruthless Sixth Mountain Lord smiled again, and in front of An Le, it seemed like a melting iceberg: "You are different, in that situation, if you dare to draw your sword, it is not bad." ”

Fairy Yunrou frequently looked sideways, always feeling that the mountain lord was very different from usual, and she hadn't smiled at her for several years.

The Sixth Mountain Lord ignored the Yunrou Fairy, and his gaze fell on the green mountain on An Le's waist.

"You are in the White Jade Square, you cut off the big hand of the Zhao family's emperor and broke the Yuanshen Great Array...... It's the power of Aoyama, right? ”

The eyes of the Lord of the Sixth Mountain were shining.

Li Youan and Hua Xie Bing were also curious.

The peace that can make the cultivation of the Four Realms burst out in an instant with the power comparable to the Nine Realms, although the power at that moment is like a replica of Zhao Huangting, who held the sword against Emperor Yuanmeng back then.

That heroism, that heroism, is too similar.

But it is enough to show the horror of the mystery in the green mountains.

An Le thought about it, but did not speak, the existence of the Dao Fruit of the Years [Heroic Introduction] could not be explained to them, so it was not said.

However, the heroic wolf smoke caused by the pride, in An Le's view, is indeed a replica of Zhao Huangting's highlight moment of killing Emperor Yuanmeng.

It's a pity that after this wave, he doesn't know how long he will have to accumulate to gather the power of [Haoqi Yin] to perfection.

An Le didn't explain, but Li Youan and the Sixth Mountain Lord knew the subtleties of the Qingshan Sword Weapon, and they didn't think it was strange.

"Although that strength is quite good, your cultivation is really low, the inner Dan Xuanyi is exhausted, the Yuan Shen falls into a deep sleep, and there are cracks in the sword furnace that appear ......"

"You have to recuperate, you have to take care of yourself."

Li Youan said.

An Le nodded, but he was not too worried on his face, because, in just a moment, the ancient scriptures visualized from the top of the green mountain had already begun to automatically repair the cracks on the sword furnace, and the primordial spirit was like a sweet spring.

In the inner dan, the five birds also began to wake up, as if everything was revived after a winter snow.

Even, An Le faintly felt that after regaining his full strength, whether it was refining the gods or forging the body, it was possible to go further.

The only pity is that with the help of the heroic spirit of [Heroic Introduction], [Fearlessness] was not triggered.

Suddenly, An Le thought of the old man of Taimiao who was on the tower of Lin'an Mansion, arrogant and proud, and opened the great array of city protection, the burning fire of Nirvana, which made the heaven and earth change color and change the celestial phenomena, just like a real land immortal.

But the majestic spirit, and the burning Nirvana fire, in the scorching heat, made him feel a little cold.

It's like a heroic dry sky after returning to the light.

For a while, An Le's heart couldn't help but tremble, and he hurriedly asked, "What about Zhao Huangting's seniors?" Is it okay? ”

When the Sixth Mountain Lord and Li Youan heard this, they both looked up into the distance, where they could faintly see the fire rushing into the sky, and the glow could be seen all over the sky.

That was the direction that Zhao Huangting rushed to.

There, there is also a sword qi bodhisattva.

……

……

Outside Lin'an Mansion, between the mountains.

The light of the Buddha began to fade away.

The sword qi bodhisattva is holding flowers, and Master Suzhu is like walking out of a painting, exuding a misty white light, and his mind is intertwined, like a dream.

The holy monk who crossed the sea took back the golden bowl and the robe "Innocent Lotus Flower" with an expressionless face, and the qi of the rivalry between the two began to gradually subside.

"Amitabha."

"The dust has settled, and the poor monk should go."

The Crossing Monk said softly, and he got up from the form of a plus, and took a step in the black and white cloth shoes.

However, the Thousand-Eyed Sword Qi Bodhisattva opened his eyes one after another, and the sword light slashed into the void.

Master Su Zhu pointed at the flower and chuckled: "Don't worry, Zhao Huangting has burned Nirvana and is rushing here, you can discuss with him." ”

The holy monk who crossed the sea was pale, put his palms together, and recited a Buddha name.

Then the golden Buddha bead in his hand was thrown out suddenly, and it exploded in the air without any distress, and countless Buddha lights burst out, turning into a huge Buddha Dharma Appearance, and holding open the sword qi Bodhisattva.

This holy monk of Lianhua Temple who crossed the sea, carried the Buddha, even recited Amitabha, and fled as if he was flying.

After the departure of the holy monk who crossed the sea.

A flame swept in, Zhao Huangting hunted in plain clothes, carrying a bamboo cane and fell, and the blazing fire swept away, burning everything in heaven and earth.

"Ran away?"

Zhao Huangting asked.

"Carrying the Buddha and running." Guru Suzhu said softly.

", this bald ...... Crossing the sea is really not planted, and it is not cool at all. As soon as Zhao Huangting was about to scold, he remembered that the female Bodhisattva in front of him had also shaved off 33,000 troubles, and his tone suddenly changed.

Guru Sodrup looked at him with a smile.

Zhao Huangting hurriedly clamped the bamboo cane to the creaky nest, and put his palms together, extremely religious.

"Bodhisattva, help me."

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