You Chunshan and Yu Chaoyun stood there for a long time, looking at those Taoists on the cliff, thinking about it, they decided to leave here first.

Although he didn't understand what Ye Zhuliu said, it didn't affect him to hear that something big was going to happen here.

And it seems to be related to the lack of a contemplator, that old Taoist.

Regarding the matter of three swords and three views, You Chunshan felt that it was better to be less involved, so he pulled Yu Chaoyun and squeezed through the crowd from the edge of the cliff road very carefully.

Yu Chaoyun held the sword box, I don't know why, but he faintly had some bad premonitions, and followed You Chunshan to look back as he walked.

You Chunshan noticed that Yu Chaoyun seemed to be walking slower and slower, but he also stopped, standing on the edge and looking downward, the water droplets dripping down in the drip were still slowly floating upwards with a color that was very different from the cold of the past.

It's as if the flow of fate is going backwards in the direction it came.

After a glance, You Chunshan looked at Yu Chaoyun, who had also stopped there and was looking, and asked puzzledly, "What's wrong?" ”

The Qingtian Dao girl shook her head and didn't say anything, but her brows became deeper and deeper.

You Chunshan looked at her strangely.

"Do you feel something is wrong?"

Yu Chaoyun opened his mouth, closed it again, and walked forward along the cliff road, walking for a while before turning around, looking at You Chunshan, who was curiously looking at the soaring droplets of water below, and said softly: "I'm a little uneasy. ”

You Chunshan was stunned, thinking to himself, isn't it normal to be uneasy?

That's exactly what he said.

"I'm also very uneasy, don't worry, so many seniors are here, and there are a lot of avenue cultivations, so there won't be any problems."

Yu Chaoyun shook his head and said slowly: "This is different, it's ....."

It's just that what is different, probably she can't tell.

You Chunshan thought for a while and said, "Could it be that you are about to break through the realm and encounter these things again, so you are a little restless?" ”

Yu Chaoyun stopped there and thought about it, and said with some hesitation: "Maybe it's true." ”

"Then let's leave this White Moon Mirror first and go to the forest outside, if something really happens, we might as well run away."

"Hmm."

......

Everything in this mirror of the white moon stopped functioning, the water droplets slowly suspended, and countless lusters were born side by side, seemingly gorgeous scenes, but they contained great dangers.

Countless streams of sword intent rose from the cliff path, competing with those rising water droplets.

Xie Chunxue's expression was serious, she grabbed the sword technique, and the Yangchun sword in her arms flew out of the scabbard, and the sword intent around her body was like thousands of fireflies, heading towards the sword body.

Ye Zhuliu stepped back very cautiously, and some high-level Daoists came from the cliff and protected this missing sect generation master behind him.

This is naturally not worried about what Xie Chunxue will do to him.

Putting everything aside, after all, she is also Xie Chaoyu's grandmother, so naturally she can't do anything crazy.

It's just that as said at the beginning, there is too much Dao Yun energy in those water droplets, and no one knows what will happen when Xie Chunxue's sword cuts through the rain that falls on the dome overhead.

The sword intent on the Yangchun Sword became more and more intense, and the luster was also brighter, as if a touch of moonlight had been intercepted.

Thousands of sword intents converged, Xie Chunxue glanced back at Ye Zhuliu, who nodded affirmatively, so the white-clothed fisherman did not hesitate any longer, reached out and held the sword in front of him, and the whole person turned into a sword light, with an extremely sharp arc, and pierced into the hanging stream very quickly.

Ye Zhuliu's eyes showed some worried colors.

Xie Chunxue was alone and with a sword, the moment she fell into the rain that rose from the bottom of the great lake of the White Moon Mirror, her sword intent instantly clashed with those water droplets, and thousands of lusters bloomed like sparks, and the ring of vitality was opened, coming towards many cliffs.

However, the Daoists who lacked a sect were all here at this time, so they were naturally ready to deal with this kind of thing.

The moment those disintegrating rings of vitality spread, there was a rhyme rising from the cliff.

Those who were maintaining the White Moon Mirror Dao on weekdays pinched the Dao Technique, and countless Dao texts emerged from between the cliffs, turning into extremely strong Dao Wen barriers.

If You Chunshan and Yu Chaoyun hadn't left yet, standing at a higher place and looking down, they would probably feel that this was like a picture of a peaceful lake, being hit by countless raindrops.

Those raindrops of energy with sword intent and vitality were instantly amazed by countless ripples when they hit those Daowen barriers.

The Daoists' expressions turned a little pale, but they didn't let those vitality really fall on the White Moon Mirror.

Ye Zhuliu's expression was a little more relaxed at this point.

Looking down at the white figure that had passed through the backward rain and fell deeper into the depths, it was gradually a little unrecognizable.

"Ready to start commissioning ....."

Before Ye Zhuliu finished speaking, he showed an extremely surprised look.

Suddenly looked up.

I saw that the little Taoist boy who was supposed to be sitting on the top of the White Moon Mirror and had not yet healed from the sword wound he had inexplicably suffered was walking down slowly.

The look in the eyes of this young Dao Dao instantly turned from surprise to fear.

Many Daoists also looked at Wang Xiaohua who suddenly appeared under the White Moon Mirror with great confusion.

Xiao Daotong walked down silently, stopped beside Ye Zhuliu, stood outside those Taoist barriers, and looked down silently.

"Why did you get down?"

Ye Zhuliu asked in a deep voice.

Wang Xiaohua looked at it silently for a while, and then said softly, "There are people down there." ”

Only then did Ye Zhuliu find that Xiao Daotong's face was extremely pale, and he was even weaker than when he had suffered some sword wounds before.

In stark contrast to this paleness was the large expanse of ink in the little girl's eyes, which was like night.

It was a sign of the manifestation of the spirit of the Great Priest.

Sure enough, it was the next moment.

The power of the Boundless River Styx came from outside the White Moon Mirror, converging to this place, and landed in the pupils of the little Dao Tong.

An extremely illusory huge figure appeared behind Wang Xiaohua.

It was the remnant soul of the ancient Chu gods and ghosts.

The remnant reached out into the rain, absorbing the power of the Styx, and then reached down.

It's just that in the next moment, a sword intent came from the bottom of the lake.

At that moment, many Daoists in the White Moon Mirror all showed extremely surprised looks.

It was like an ordinary sword, but it directly cut off the hand of the great priest who was in charge of life and death, turned into black smoke, and dispersed between heaven and earth.

There was fine snow scattered between the cliffs.

Ye Zhuliu looked at the scattered fine snow in a daze.

I thought of a teenager under an umbrella.

And Wang Xiaohua on the side, as the hand of the remnant soul of the great priest was cut off, his expression became more and more pale, and he looked down at the places that were extremely confused under the thousands of water droplets.

"He's amazing."

Xiao Daotong coughed softly, and there was some blood in his eyes.

"I'm going down and have a look."

Ye Zhuliu subconsciously wanted to stop his junior sister, but before he reached out his hand, he was pushed away by an irresistible force of the River Styx.

Even if it's just a remnant.

As the great priest who once held the authority of life and death in the world, it is still not an existence that they can touch.

Ye Zhuliu's eyes widened, looking at the back of Xiao Daotong walking slowly down the cliff road, and he was very shocked.

Under the cliff, who is it?

......

At the foot of the cliff was just a Taoist man, holding a tattered sword, sitting on a stone platform in the middle of the lake, but it was a little strange.

For his figure, half of which fell in the rain, and half of which was extremely hazy, the tattered sword, in the right hand that was separated by a dream, had peach blossoms blooming on his shoulder.

Xie Chunxue walked through the upstreams of rainwater, and when she appeared at the bottom of the lake, she saw such a scene.

The woman in white raised her eyebrows, looking at the Taoist sitting with her sword in hand, as if she understood something.

"You dare to borrow his fate?"

The young Taoist smiled slightly, and said softly: "As long as you can be invincible in the world, there is nothing that you dare not borrow, as for how to ..... in the sky"

The young Taoist looked down at the other half of his body.

"My predecessors should also be able to see that I am a man in the world in my dreams, a man in heaven, and I never care about the affairs of the people in my dreams."

So the wind and snow were no obstacle to him.

But it also means.

This Taoist, no matter what, can't leave Xie Chaoyu's dream of that time.

That's why it's called, floating geometry, don't dare to go unless you die, don't dare to come unless you die.