The war period is decided, and there is no need to say much about the process.

Thirteen days later.

"Even the peaks go to the sky and the sky is not full of feet, and the dead pines hang upside down and lean on the cliff."

The wall stands thousands of thousands, the peaks are quite beautiful, the steep and dangerous mountain road, the two figures are walking lightly, moving on the cliff, the feet are like walking on the ground, like the flying fairy in the mountain.

Looking at the continuous peaks in the sea of clouds, Chen Zhuo couldn't help but admire.

Come to think of it, it seems that he has never taken a good look at it since he stepped into this place.

Wu Xingyun beside her was fluttering in white clothes, walking side by side, from the blend of yin and yang, her already dusty and beautiful temperament had a little more coldness, and she also got a pair of unusual hands, the adventure was great, and the realm was also high.

Chen Zhuo stepped on the empty crossing, flying like the wind as if sensing something, turned his head to look, but met Wu Xingyun's clear eyes.

The two looked at each other, Wu Xingyun did not dodge like before, but looked directly at him, and said calmly: "I'm afraid those people have to join forces to have a chance of winning this battle." ”

Chen Zhuo stood on tiptoe, rested on a dwarf pine branch that grew on the wall, looked back at the distant earth behind him, and said: "The odds of this kind of thing are not fought before, everything is too early, besides, I fought with Murong Fu and borrowed the essence in Yu Linglong, otherwise just the separation of the Yuan Shen from the body is enough to consume most of the life in my body, and maybe I will die in advance." ”

As he spoke, he suddenly changed his words, and said softly: "I don't plan to use that jade Linglong in this battle, and I will extract the essence of it from you before leaving, which is enough for you to use the magic and heavenly reason." ”

In the past few months, Chen Zhuo has traveled all over the world, and nearly ninety percent of the people on the rivers and lakes who have practiced magic skills have died in his hands, and the essence in Yu Linglong has also accumulated to a very astonishing point.

But even though all this was left by the person surnamed Chen, he really couldn't believe it. He was in pursuit of power, but this kind of power that was easily obtained, and was not owned by himself, and was made of external objects, really made him unable to feel happy.

He is not blindly pursuing power, to be precise, Chen Zhuo enjoys the process of pursuing strength, the kind of reality of becoming stronger step by step, feeling all kinds of feelings, and the collision of blood and flesh.

He is destined to live longer and experience more than others, which naturally means making choices that are different from everyone else.

Things that are too easy to get will make people feel cheap, only if you have really endured hardship, sweated, step by step from nothing to the final foothold at the top, at that time, looking back at the way you came, that indescribable sense of accomplishment, will make a person achieve unprecedented satisfaction.

It's like a person who can't even hold a knife steadily, after day and night hard practice, he can finally dance a set of knife techniques, fast and accurate knife techniques, and the joy is indescribable.

There may be too many unknowns in this process, but if there are no challenges, there is no happiness.

And Chen Zhuo longs for this satisfaction.

Especially if he is alone, with no relatives and no reason around him, no worries, and can only put all his feelings on this road, then he can't step on the wrong step.

Otherwise, one day in the future, no one and nothing can satisfy him, and then his achievements will probably be exhausted, and he will turn from affection to ruthlessness.

Wu Xingyun didn't refuse, just said, "Okay, I'll go find you." ”

The two of them got up again while talking, lifted their breath, and went straight to the top.

There are already people on the top of the mountain.

Duan Siping and the blue-robed scribe were each sitting cross-legged on a mountain rock, facing the wind and clouds, looking down on the mountains, seeing that it was Chen Zhuo, they each opened their eyes and glanced at it, and then looked at Wu Xingyun, looking at the past from afar, but seeing that the qi around him was obscure, like a mirror flower and water moon, and the clouds and mountains were foggy, he couldn't help but show a little different color, and then they all closed their eyes again and raised their spirits.

The battle was not enjoyed that day, and it is difficult to say today.

Chen Zhuo and I wanted to see this, so we also picked a place, sat on the ground, and waited for the others to arrive.

Three more days passed.

At the turn of morning and dusk, two figures came into the sky, piercing the sea of clouds, bathing in the morning light, shrouded in a golden light.

But it is a free child and a cliffless child.

"Master!"

"Xingyun, you're here too." Xiaoyaozi saw that Wu Xingyun's internal qi was turned upside down, and he was immediately relieved, "It's good to come." ”

This person's realm has actually improved a little, and his voice has returned to the only one, and he has reached the confluence of gods and demons.

Duan Siping saw that the Xiaoyao Sect was one of the three tops, and his eyes were full of brilliance, but then he sighed again: "Alas, it's a pity that Jintai couldn't go to this unfinished battle, it's a pity." ”

"Hahaha, what's the regret about that?" The words of the front foot fell, and the back foot sounded through the sky with a majestic voice, and on the side of the cliff, there was a person who slowly flew up, and a force outside the body was like a dragon plate, enveloping him to the top, and the wind and clouds changed, "I, Qiao Feng, will fight on behalf of Master Jintai today, so I regret it!" ”

But seeing this person's thick eyebrows and big eyes, broad palms, and majestic physique, it was Qiao Feng, the leader of the beggar gang.

Seeing the heroic appearance of the person who came, the eyes were shining, the gas was extraordinary, and the top masters present were also surprised, and then exclaimed: "Okay, wonderful, wonderful, I don't want to see the rising stars of the rivers and lakes in today's battle, and walk with us, it's really happy." ”

One more day.

"Immeasurable blessings, it's not too late for poverty to come, right?"

Chen Tuan sat upside down on the donkey and stepped into the air.

At this point, the world is at the top, and everything has arrived.

Not only did they arrive, but the adjacent peaks everywhere were also full of people from the rivers and lakes; There are not only the descendants of the Duan clan in Dali, but also the beggars, as well as the Shaolin monks, all of whom are looking forward to it with their eyes open, and they are looking at it without blinking.

On a lonely peak, I saw a young man in cloth standing on a high place, his eyes were resolute and indifferent, looking at a few figures on the top of the peak, if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that the outline of this person's human skeleton is somewhat similar to Murong Fu, his black hair is tightly tied, a hat hangs behind his back, and he holds a black sheath ancient sword in his hand, which is faintly blue.

"Childe, there are many people here, we still have a big revenge to avenge, let's retreat early."

There were two people standing behind the young man, one tall and one short, one old and one young, but they were masters of Western Xia.

It was the old man who spoke, with a rickety figure, sparse white hair on the top, on the right side of the young man, his hands hanging down at his side, and his tone of voice was a little lukewarm.

The young man looked at Chen Zhuo, and said casually without looking back: "Revenge? For whom do you avenge this? ”

The old man lowered his eyelids and said with a smile: "Naturally, it is to avenge the Murong family." ”

When the young man heard this, he turned his head around, his eyes were indifferent and doubtful, and he asked, "What does the matter of the Murong family have to do with me?" Murong Longcheng himself wanted to be the emperor, and he also took the descendants of the future generations, and he died innocently; As for Murong Fu, it is insignificant. ”

The young man on the other side slowly rolled his eyelids, but it was a one-eyed person, and he hissed: "Isn't there the blood of the Murong family that also flows in your body?" ”

The young man retracted his gaze and nodded thoughtfully: "You don't say that I have forgotten, counting it, it must have been many years ago, and he also left me a lot of money in this vein, which he used to recruit troops and horses and unite with him, but now ......"

The old man replied with an unkind look: "How is it now?" ”

One old and one young, each starting their own hands, is already a secret mention of the qi.

The young man just smiled, suddenly turned the scabbard, put the long sword in his hand on his right shoulder, between the electric light and flint, only to hear the sound of "choking", the sound of the sword, on the lonely peak, a touch of blue light like water like a poisonous dragon hovered by, a shock, in an instant.

The young man looked at the top again, the hilt of the sword was in his hand, the sword was still in the sheath, and he was carrying the long sword on his shoulder.

The two people behind him were wide-eyed, a wisp of blood on their necks slowly emerged, they fell to their knees, the corners of their foreheads were bruised, and there was only the sound of "ho ho" choking blood in their mouths.

Only then did the young man say lightly: "Now, the Murong family is the Murong family, and my surname is Dugu." ”

(End of chapter)