The world is full of silver, the sky is full of snow, and the winter is thick.

At this time, the pavilion of thousands of machines in the same world is a midsummer scenery, thousands of purple and red flowers compete for the sun, between the fragrant grass, the ribbon-like zigzag water flows to the distance, the group of fish swims empty, and a small boat follows the ripples undulating, drifting casually.

Luoyang was lying on the boat, the clouds in the sky were far away, the warm light fell obliquely on the white clothes, bright and sparkling, called the lazy young man couldn't help but squint his Danfeng eyes, still pointing at the sword, forgetting himself in the air.

The wind rose, the ripples of the river suddenly changed direction, Luoyang suddenly came back to his senses, turned over and sat up, staring at the approaching shadows in the water, and the sword fingers began to swallow the sword qi.

The long-lost Yiren slowly surfaced, the flowing water slid down on the waist-length hair, Luoyang put down his sword fingers, lay back in the boat again, looked at this senior who had been separated for many years, smiled lightly, and asked: "How is Jiang Luo doing, everything is okay in the mountains?"

Guo Xiaowan tilted her head and looked at the gold-brick and glass-roofed pavilion in the distance, and stopped talking, thought about it and gestured twice.

This is a move of the eighty-one swords hidden in the Yin Hidden in the Chaos Qinglian Sword Sutra, called the reverse Ziyang, and Luoyang should know the meaning.

Looking at Guo Xiaowan's movements, Luoyang squinted his eyes again, didn't look at the pavilion, but waved his hand very casually, and said, "Go back, I have a calculation in my heart about this matter." ”

Guo Xiaowan looked at Luoyang, a little hesitant, Luoyang smiled lightly, and the sword finger gestured, and the sharp sword intent flashed in the air.

This sword is not Kunlun's sword, it is a sword newly realized by Luoyang, Guo Xiaowan doesn't know this sword, but she is still touched by this sword.

Immovable as a mountain, hidden and invisible, the sword out of the dead, nothing continues.

This is all the perception that Fang Luoyang's sword gave Guo Xiaowan, this extremely powerful sword, she can't stop it, and most of the cultivators led by the Ran Sect naturally can't stop it.

"Farewell!"

Guo Xiaowan bowed slightly to the attic, and her figure disappeared into the flowing water again.

Luoyang maintained his original posture, looking at the clouds in the sky, estimating that the time was about the same, he turned over and sat up, the shadow flashed, appeared in front of the attic in the blink of an eye, looked at the black shadow on the roof, and the voice was very tough.

"Say goodbye to your predecessors, there will be a date later!"

The black shadow didn't make a sound, let alone stop it, let Luoyang board the boat, and out of the secret realm, Luoyang turned into a burly dart and integrated into the sea of people in the port.

One hundred thousand miles away, there was an immortal boat riding the wind and waves, Wei Wuru stood at the head of the boat, the jade talisman in his hand was shining brightly, his divine thoughts swept over, he smiled disdainfully, and turned around and said: "Turn around, northwest, go at full speed, you must not let that thief escape!"

The sound fell, the sails fluttered, and the fairy boat turned into a streamer across the sky.

At this time, Luoyang was walking unhurriedly in the port, and he chose a fairy boat at random, and was surrounded by two or three sword cultivators before he got close.

"Luoyang, don't pretend, although it's a lost dog, there's no need not to dare to show your true face, right?"

The white-clothed sword cultivator led by him seemed to be extremely convinced of Luoyang's identity, and he slashed with his sword, and Luoyang had never seen the sword move he used, but it was indeed an absolute killing move.

Thinking about it slightly, Luoyang avoided the sword in embarrassment, looked at the crowd that was gradually gathering, shook his hand and popped out six ice needles, and fell back and forth towards the sword cultivator's chest.

"The secret weapon hurts people, Luoyang, are you still a sword cultivator?"

The white-clothed sword repaired the sword to block, and after cutting off the ice needle, he used a look at the other two, and the three swords came out together, straight to the three key points of Luoyang's eyebrows, chest, and life.

"Help, help, kill!"

Luoyang rushed to the side, his arm was grazed by the sword light, he screamed in horror, pushed away the passers-by who were blocking him and ran for his life, looking at the direction of the security team heading to the port.

"Bai Jiu, are you sure it's him?"

The black-clothed sword cultivator put away the sword, smiled disdainfully, and questioned the information of his companions, how could the dignified Kunlun junior uncle be such a wreck.

Jian Xiu, surnamed Bai, looked at the jade talisman in his hand, shook his head, looked at the big man who stumbled and soaked his clothes in cold sweat, and snorted coldly: "Why does the jade talisman point to him instead of others?

"Kill!"

The sound fell, the three swords came out together, closing all the retreats, Luoyang knew that he could not dodge, glanced at the sword that had been in place for a long time, turned around and threw out a packet of medicinal powder, and let the sword blade pass through his body.

"The wind is coming!"

Bai Jiu unhurriedly urged the spirit rune, the breeze raised the medicine powder, rolled into the sky, the fairy sword separated from the body, the big man fell to the ground weakly, his staring eyes lost their glow, and his eyebrows contained endless resentment.

"There was no grudge in the past, no hatred today, you will kill me for nothing, I will curse you not to die well, you will not live forever!"

A curse full of resentment sounded in the ears of the three of them, and a shallow shadow disappeared into the clouds.

Bai Jiu looked down at the jade talisman that was still shining in his hand, smashed it angrily, raised his foot and kicked the body of the big man into the sky, was silent for a long time in the void without movement, turned back to his companion and said, "Let's go, go to the Thousand Machine Pavilion to seek justice!"

The voice fell, the immortal boat broke through the sky, Wei Wuru fell in the port, the jade talisman in his hand had already faded into a glow, and Luoyang was no longer in this realm!

"Go and find out what happened, why did Luoyang know that we were coming?" 58 read

The cold young man said to the disciple beside him, and the disciple came back a moment later and reported the only thing that happened on the harbor.

Hearing the news, Wei Wuru narrowed his eyes, and grabbed Bai Jiu and the three of them in front of him, and the Dao Realm unfolded and pressed the three of them to kneel down at the same time, bowing their heads in horror, and their bodies continued to tremble.

"Who gave you your warrant?"

"Thousand Machine Pavilion ......"

"Is that man dead, can you be sure?"

Wei Wuru asked again, Luoyang is from the underworld, he is proficient in the Nine Shadows Dao Method, and it is impossible to know some special methods.

Bai Jiu nodded very firmly, and said: "Back to the seniors, that person was pierced through the heart by me with a sword, and his body died, and he set a curse on the three of us before his soul entered reincarnation, word by word, it was real!"

Wei Wuru's eyes flashed with golden light, looking directly at the luck of the three of them, he snorted coldly and said, "What a Thousand Machine Pavilion!"

Thousands of miles away from the port, Luoyang cautiously escaped back to the world, a boat stopped not far away, and the man with a straw hat threw over a jade ornament, and said: "Wei Wuru will be handed down in ancient times The Son of Heaven Wangqi Technique, I can't afford to provoke Qianji Pavilion." ”

Luoyang grabbed the jade ornament, flew into the boat, and asked angrily, "So you betrayed me?"

"Seriously, aren't you okay? The old butler said that he has a Yama ghost face and is proficient in the Nine Shadows Dao Method, if you can't survive like this, he will have to find a way to suppress your master's coffin lid!"

"Dead old man!"

Luoyang pursed his lips dissatisfied, lay flat on the head of the boat, and returned to the secret realm of Qianji Pavilion again in the blink of an eye, Luoyang jumped off the boat stiffly, looking at the back of the boatman leaving.

Master said that the boatmen of the Thousand Machines Pavilion are divided into the five classes of Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, and the strongest in the heavenly level, most of them are Daluo cultivators, and the rise and fall of thoughts is the end of the world.

And the one who just picked him up was a heaven-class boatman!

"Boy, none of the people who come to me are ordinary people, and if you don't want to be caught by someone and thrown out by me, wear that jade ornament, and from now on be a child, and hide in the city. ”

Luo Yang glanced at the black shadow on the top floor, pursed his lips dissatisfiedly, and asked, "This time, you are not afraid of Wei Wuru's Heavenly Son Qi Technique?"

"Don't be afraid, as long as you wear jade ornaments, your luck will be classified into the Thousand Machine Pavilion, and the luck of the Thousand Machine Pavilion is not in this realm, he can't see it. ”

"It's not my luck to say it's my idea, I'm not a child. ”

"If you don't do it, go out and see if you can survive until next year!"

The void changed, Luoyang slowly turned his head, looked at the smiling old man in front of him, pouted his lips dissatisfiedly, and asked angrily: "Dare to ask the landlord, what do I need to do as a child?"

"Serve me!"

The old man smiled even more proudly, and seeing that Luoyang was annoyed, he turned around and sat on the back of the chair, and said, "Come here, pinch my shoulder." ”

Luo Yang rolled his eyes a few times in a row, reluctantly stretched out his palm, and couldn't help but widen his eyes under a pinch, feeling that he was grasping on the Nine Forged Xuantie, which was unshakable.

"I'm different from you, an old bone, very hard skin, use your sword intent, don't be afraid, if you can not hurt me with that sword, you can beat Wei Wuru to Dad." ”

"Ridiculous!"

Luoyang replied dissatisfiedly, mobilized the sword intent to grab the old man, thirty percent, sixty percent, and went all out to grab the old man's shoulder, less than a few times in a row, the sword intent was worn down badly, sweat fell down the sideburns, and the palms of his hands trembled.

"Okay, go over there and carve a puppet, you have to carve it for me to be exactly the same, otherwise you will watch me eat at night!"

"Got it, stinky old man!"

Luoyang trembled and held the wooden file, and with a flower in front of him, he couldn't help but think of the old man who had been undefeated all his life.

After a long silence, the young man sighed and fell into lovesickness, his eyes fell on the puppet, and he was amazed by the dense formation like Zhou Tianxingdou, and muttered to himself: "What a Thousand Machine Pavilion!"

Hearing this, the old man smiled even more proudly, raised the wine gourd and toasted to the star above the void, glanced at Luoyang, who was seriously carving the lines, and said in his heart: "Old man, you can take a good look, how did I grind this sword embryo you left in the world into a supreme sword!"

The wind and snow in the world stopped, and the Kunlun Mountains also returned to their former tranquility, Jiang Luo chuckled and left Qianling Mountain, walked the cloud corridor that Luoyang had walked through, thought about it and hummed a tune, not Luoyang's tune, but his own tune.

Li Qinyue smiled, turned around and turned back to the mountain, looking at a few lazy teenagers who were clearing the snow and had no intention of punishing, Ling Qiwei watched everything from afar, rolled her eyes at Li Qinyue, her eyes fell on the Qiongxiao Mountain, speculating on the thoughts of the young ancestor.

What is the purpose of the patriarch's position?

"For the sake of human ......, of course"

The young ancestor's divine thoughts swept invisibly over Ling Qiwei's body, but his gaze kept staring at Yunfeng Peak, and the stone hung in his heart, unable to fall for a long time.

A dragon chant sounded, Kunlun Mountain's luck suddenly dispersed, the young patriarch suddenly got up, raised his hand to calculate, and snorted coldly: "It is worthy of being born as an old housekeeper, this wishful thinking is very exquisite, unscrupulous, killing and not making a loss-making business, what a thousand machine pavilions!"