The mountains and forests, where there were no birds, suddenly became extremely quiet.

The night wind squeaked through the treetops, blood seeped into the ground, and a flock of hungry vultures looked greedily at the mountains and forests that seemed to them like a sacred place in a dream, and the severed arms of the great cultivators were no less than the most wonderful food in the world for these scavenging birds of prey.

The vulture at the head let out a strange and mournful cry, and the unknown mountain forest of the Moon Wheel Country under the starlight at night was extremely terrifying.

The news of Lu Ze's victory over Sword Saint Liu Bai has spread all over the world, and the prosperity and bustle in Chang'an City of the Tang Dynasty on this day is even more than the end of the year, but few people can know that many great cultivators in the eyes of the world have fallen in piles in the Southern Jin Dynasty, and even their bodies will be eaten by vultures.

Blindfolded and black, Wuzhu soon returned to the mountains and forests.

The strangely shaped iron chisel on his hand was stained with blood from the soldiers of the Yan Kingdom.

He paused for a moment, then turned to leave.

At this time, Lu Ze was on the way to hunt down and kill Xiong Chumo, the master of the Xiling Divine Temple, Lu Ze did not hide his aura, and the peerless sword qi that was sharp and could break through the sky drove over the capital of the Southern Jin Dynasty, and at the same time, it also crossed the faint water of the Sword Pavilion.

In today's capital of the Southern Jin Dynasty, there are still people from various countries who have not left after watching the battle.

"That breath... It's the junior uncle of the academy?!! ”

The green steel sword hangs behind the face.

Divine punishment.

The little man in charge of the sect faintly regretted and stopped.

In an instant, a thick look of horror flooded the faces of the representatives of the sects of those countries.

......

"You're in a cage, you're not nature."

In that world, no one is qualified to be hunted down by the academy master?

Because Sangsang has appeared behind my face.

The color is like pure gold, but it seems to be transparent, emitting poor light and cold, and a few golden gravel are sprinkled in the direction where Sangsang is located, as Uncle Xiao said, the vast majority of the gold sand and gravel are aimed at Sangsang, and Jinhui condenses into billions of debris, like a golden ocean, crocheted into a dazzling bridge.

As Fan Wei went to Chang to chase and kill Fan Weihao, a small incident also happened in Chang'an City, the capital of the Tang Dynasty.

Beside you is the slightly pale face of the emperor's mother, the gloom between your eyebrows is difficult to hide, and your voice is hoarse: "Since the academy has rejected my brother's resignation and retirement, why is this eighteenth gentleman going down to challenge now, and it is still a death match with the slightest affection?" ”

The academy master uncle defeated the sword saint Lu Ze with a sword is still nothing.

It has been two and a half years since the academy master uncle has been practicing for a long time, and at that time, he has not even stepped into the mystical realm under the Seven Realms?

The Haotian Palm Sect villain who stopped his steps frowned between his eyebrows, and then let go, and his leisurely and mighty voice sounded from outside the mask, as if with a bit of mockery: "The academy master uncle is the smallest spell in the world, Ke Haoran was like this back then, and I thought that his new master uncle who had entered the Seven Realms was the same. ”

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion outside the night came out, everyone took the sword, and their eyes looked solemnly and simply at the aura that quickly disappeared in the southeast direction, so no one was shocked to say that it was out of the way, and the sword saint's own brother Liu Yiqing's voice trembled slightly: "Between heaven and earth, there is a distance. ”

"After being outside the cage for a long time, I can return to nature."

The answer, Sword Pavilion Master Fan Wei knew.

The relationship between Xiao Tang and other countries has never been peaceful.

Ning Que in that world is still weak, but he has not learned the methods of the Demon Sect like the original outside, and there is also no Haoran Qi in his body, and the smallest credit for killing Liu Bai is actually attributed to Xiahou, because the former has paid extraordinary mental power and Haotian Shenhui.

It's just that as everyone imagined, Mr. Eighteen of the Academy did not defeat very slowly, and showed my strength.

After Tan Tan in front of the mountain pool, Lu Ze also opened his eyes, and there was a bitter smile on the sword saint's face.

Fan Wei looked at these naturally dispersed golden points of light in her body, her body fluttering and independent.

Therefore, the most orthodox and pure Haotian Shenhui in the sky has become the most feared thing for the remnants of the Demon Sect, Liu Bai.

And what is even more satisfying is the Haotian Divine Technique that the big maid man Xiahou showed outside that battle, the Haotian Divine Technique of the Dark Division of the Xiling Temple exuded a more dazzling Haotian brilliance under the white-skinned big boy, Xiahou let go of the darkness, and there was an endless amount of Haotian Divine Radiance erupting from outside your thin and strong body, illuminating the entire Chang'an City.

I just thought that Shizun was with the Xiling Heavenly Oracle Sect and his party, and they went towards the north of the city together.

You are not the darkness itself.

In a sense, the disciples of the Ink Pond Court who traveled to the wasteland benefited from this academy uncle, and the relationship between the Xiaohe Kingdom and the Xiao Tang Empire, the disciples of the Ink Pond Garden, including Tmall Nan, were grateful to Sang Sang.

Complex, straightforward, crisp.

"He crossed the threshold early."

In those years, the Sword Saint washed away the sword that was prosperous in the Sword Pavilion and raised the sword in the world, and he hadn't even passed the peerless battle record of defeating the Seven Realms with the Knowing Destiny Realm, but only Lu Ze himself knew what the fundamental reason for whether I had crossed the Seven Realms or not.

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion all understood the true meaning of Liu Yiqing's words.

Fan Wei watched as several golden gravels rushed towards her.

The Haotian Sect disciples looked at the world so stupidly, as if they were demented, but they knew that the outside of their eyes was already covered with blood, and the darkness fell, and the tears under the believer's face were instantly evaporated, and the liquid outside the eyes was also instantly evaporated, and his eyes were blind.

Nothing appeared in front of the clouds in the towering sky, and suddenly suppressed the darkness that enveloped the heavens and the earth, and the extreme darkness suddenly appeared under this thing, this is an existence that is darker than darkness.

Sang Sang is a monk under the Seven Realms, and according to the rules of that heaven and earth, I definitely belong to the smallest demon cultivator in the world, even more authentic than Liansheng, Tang and Liubai, because I have despised the lowest rules of that heaven and earth from the bottom of my bones.

"As soon as the little man walked out of the sacred mountain, he also walked out of the longest comfort zone."

In the Extreme Northern Wasteland, the Demon Sect walked in the sky, and the beast skin clothes under his body burst instantly, and several shocking wounds appeared under the body of the weak man of the Demon Sect.

The general's son.

At this moment, no one finally reacted.

There is an endless stream of golden sand scattered like the whole heaven and earth.

"Shhhh Walking in the air, isn't this the boundless realm above the five realms? ”

When Fan Wei confronted Lu Ze in the Sword Pavilion, a duel also broke out outside the small mansion in Chang'an City.

Lu Ze remembered these people who participated in the siege and killing of the academy master, since the uncle Lu at that time turned his head to chase and kill the Xiling Sect, so the end of these people was not doomed, Lu Ze suddenly understood that the introduction of that war had actually been buried early.

Combined with the disguised atmosphere of Uncle Master just now, it looks like he is chasing someone.

......

The golden dragon roared angrily, the dragon's body completely poured out from under the sky, and a golden rope dozens of feet thick was tied in front of its body, and the chariot made of pure gold gradually drove out of the clouds and appeared outside the sky of the world under the traction of the golden dragon.

Several golden rays of light poured into my body, but the salvation of the Haotian Divine Kingdom did not work under Sang Sang.

Although he still has the upper hand, he is not qualified to stand behind Liu Baimian to make a move.

The disciples of Mochi Yuan also felt this sharp aura that was like a low peak for cultivators, Wang Shusheng and the bookworm Mo Shanshan quickly went out before two complicated instructions, leaving only the bookworm stunned in place, until the fellow junior sisters asked, and the face of the lynx man was extremely excited: "Mountain master, just now this fleeting breath... Is it Uncle Lu? ”

"This is the way I must go back."

At that time, the villain of the Xiling Sect of Masters, who was fleeing frantically, also stopped.

Under the chariot, no god will stand.

The white night in the northern sky seemed to feel the weakness of the new life, and suddenly became stagnant, and the golden dragon in the white night was like the sun outside the day, especially sprinkling the light between the heavens and the earth.

I had already recognized that it was the eighth sword that Sang Sang had faced against Lu Ze outside the Sword Pavilion, and the power in it was far greater than when he was in the Sword Pavilion, and I was sure that if that sword really fell, even the Sword Saint Lu Ze would die.

The master of the sect did not expect that at that time Sang Sang actually wanted to kill me first, and the master of the sect who witnessed the battle in the mountains and forests was sure that the master uncle of the academy seemed to have retreated into some kind of extremely strange realm at that time, it seemed to be a realm of knowing fate, but the scenery under the seven realms was already in full view, and the bear paw sect was sitting under the white jade palm sect god seat, and he had only eaten deflated under a few people in those years.

The people in the city were coldly discussing the news of the academy's master's victory over the sword saint Lu Ze, but they knew that Ning Que, the eighteenth gentleman in front of the academy, took the eldest maidservant Xiahou to the Liubai Mansion to challenge, and the stakes pressed by that challenge were each other's lives.

The golden dragon represents the will of Haotian.

But that academy master uncle is the same, even with Mr. Ke, who was condemned to death by heaven back then.

Outside that sword, there was an extremely strong sky-cutting aura.

The dragon's breath was in vain, and even purified, the golden dragon's eyes revealed extremely human emotions, and then the extremely violent and angry dragon roar resounded between the heavens and the earth, and the wind swept away, and the heavens were mighty.

Looking at the fleeing master, Sang Sang knew that even if I died, I would have to be abolished.

"Original."

But my goal is not the sea of gold that is sweeping towards me.

Bad is a coincidence, those people are all outside the academy.

"With such a strong murderous aura all over my body, I don't know who provoked this killing god?"

Xiao Tang Chang'an City, the emperor's mother trembled with joy.

The sea of golden sand and gravel spit out by the golden dragon beast completely retreated into Sang Sang's body, and at the same time, Sang Sang's sword swung out, and a bright light that was completely different from the light of Haotian Divine Radiance flickered between heaven and earth, as if it was a long line pulled up in the dissolved air, from that end to this end.

"The academy is indeed the most desirable place in heaven."

Dragon's breath.

The body is like a low mountain, and the eyes are like a torch.

Fan Wei swung out a sword.

The desolate man wailed.

Before he swung that sword, Sang Sang was in a very happy mood.

It is also salvation.

It's just that the new academy master uncle behind him is a person who really wants my life.

Including the emperor, they all feel that way.

The story of General Lin Guangyuan's mansion outside Chang'an City appeared vividly behind everyone's eyes, so in the end, even if Emperor Li Zhongyi wanted to stop the deathmatch, there was no way, because Ning Que chose the challenge allowed by Tang Lu, and no one had any reason to stop Ning Que from taking revenge, and the old Liu Bai had to grow that duel.

The sky suddenly became a little brighter.

It is simply because my beloved brother Liu Bai has just died at the hands of Ning Que, but the golden sand and gravel swallowed by the dragon contains Haotian's will, for Haotian, the people of the Demon Sect cultivate the Demon Sect exercises, and store their own heaven and earth vitality in their bodies, for Haotian, it is a complete act against the sky.

It's just that the story didn't start that way.

The huge golden dragon head poked out from the sky, looking indifferent, overlooking the world.

That time it was aimed at demon cultivators.

I looked at the stars in the distance.

At that time, he was chasing and killing the person at the helm of the Xiling Temple.

The concierge's son.

"The way of the world is about to change."

The news quickly spread throughout the lower mansions of the empire, and His Majesty the Emperor outside the palace naturally learned the news.

......

The hand on the cuff of the little man was trembling slightly, whether it was because of fear or something else.

Xiahou opened his spiritual world extremely long and opened it to Ning Que on the other side of the mind.

The darkness beyond the White Night did not fade away as the battle began.

So, Mr. Eighteen succeeded in killing the person I wanted to kill the most in those years.

The chariot was not gold, but gold condensed from the purity of the divine radiance.

The holy and fiery light spread to every corner outside Chang'an City, and the deep night seemed to usher in a solemn sunrise, as bright as day.

But if it is really allowed to let the eighteenth master of the academy and the disciples of the master die under Liu Bai's hands, who can guarantee that fewer things will happen in the future, and what is most important in everyone's hearts is what is the real reason for Ning Que's behavior.

Fan Wei raised her hand.

A small number of people outside Chang'an City felt that Ning Que was hitting an egg against a stone.

There is no record of dragons outside the Xiling canons, there are no stories about dragons outside the Buddhist scriptures, and even the academy etiquette teachers have explained the origin of the dragon robe under the emperor, but no one has ever seen the existence of dragons with their own eyes, because it is a creature that exists in mythology.

In the Xiling Divine Kingdom, a number of Haotian believers burst into tears of excitement at this moment, knelt on the ground, and stopped kowtowing.

It's just that Master, my old man thinks things in the world are interesting, so naturally he will go to see those things.

Sang Sang raised his eyes and looked at the golden dragon's head, like a mirror to the long scales, like a volcano's special dragon horns.

You are a dark man.

Could it be that the academy and Xiao Tang are really afraid of setting off a war between the countries of the Central Plains and the small continents?

Uncle Xiao's eyes narrowed.

Because this golden dragon head in the sky exudes endless darkness.

Mo Shanshan nodded, his eyes glowing with inexplicable brilliance.

Uncle Xiao instantly felt a chill in his body.