The night owl flapped its wings and picked up a mouse that passed under the tree, and in the moonlight it was cunning, and several black shadows swept into the deep forest, jumping on the branches, as if looking for something.

Searching all over the mountain, the sassy leaves stopped abruptly, Xiangyun Gong stopped on the branches, looking at the distant mountains under the moon.

Jia Ku took out the map again, looked at it carefully for a moment, and said, "It should be near these mountains." ”

Xiang Yungong nodded, still looking at the peak, always feeling that there was something there, it was very dangerous.

"Have you been to that mountain?"

Jia Ku looked at Xiang Yungong's gaze, compared with the map in his hand, his face suddenly changed, his brows tightened, and his voice became more serious.

"If the Tiger King is in that mountain, I suggest giving up this operation, that mountain is extraordinary, anything can happen in it, I have personally seen two Sanhua Realm powerhouses enter the mountain, and they didn't go far before they slashed each other with swords like two splashes, slashing and laughing as they ......"

Saying that, Jia bitterly shuddered, staggered his gaze, and didn't want to look at the distant mountain again.

Xiangyun Gong's brows furrowed even tighter, and he wrote down the mountain in private, temporarily letting go of his curiosity.

Now is not the time to explore the secrets, wait until the Qin State is unified, there is time to explore, and the meat that is put in his mouth is not eaten, and he doesn't know what he will think about when he wins Chu.

"My lord, there is movement on the demon hunting plate!"

The black-clothed secret guard landed on the branch, holding a copper plate with both hands, engraved with gossip yin and yang, and the realistic puppet in the center raised his hand and pointed to one side, and his body flashed with flickering light.

"God help me, lead the way!"

Xiangyun laughed openly, the sleeves of his robe waved lightly, the sergeant got up and jumped into the mountain forest, and under the urging of spiritual power, the brilliance on the puppet became even brighter.

The green leaves fell silently, and I don't know how far I went, the moonlight gradually faded, the fog rose, and the white expanse was a little indistinguishable, east, west, north and south.

The secret guard who led the way stopped, took a closer look at the surrounding grass and trees, turned his hand and held a scimitar, and pulled his back with his chest in his hand, and walked very lightly and carefully with each step.

The glow of the puppet dissipated, Jia Ku narrowed his eyes, approached Xiangyun Gong, pinched the seal with his hand, and flashed out of his back with twelve shuttles, the size of a palm, carved with patterns, inlaid with gems, sharp and dazzling.

Xiangyun Gong also cautiously took out a small flag, and with the urging of spiritual power, the invisible light swept through, covering everyone's figures.

"Presumably we have found the right place, everyone, dare to follow the old man into the tiger's den?"

"Whoa!"

The four guards shouted in unison, and walked forward cautiously with the blade, and before long, a fire python escaped from below, glanced at everyone, and couldn't help but say, and opened his mouth to spit out a fire cloud of poison.

Jia Ku was shocked, without taking everyone to move, grabbed Xiang Yungong's sleeve and flew away, Xiang Yun Gong fell to the side with Jia Ku, and raised a small flag, turned around to look, and the secret guards had turned into dry bones!

"It's poisonous!"

"This snake is called the Earth Fire Cloud Python, look at this pattern for about a thousand years, copper skin and iron bones, a hundred poisons are not invasive, the poison is very powerful, the real name of the magic power locks the illusion of the light is even more terrifying, suppressing the ten directions, the heart is demonic, and the killing is invisible!"

Jia Ku passed the sound into the secret, carefully pulled Xiangyun Gong back, and with the cover of the banner and blood, he gradually moved away from the fiery red python that could not see the length clearly.

In the cold palace of Xianyang, the white-haired old woman sat in front of the mirror, the bell on the table shook, and the murmuring stopped abruptly, the old woman opened her eyes, and her cloudy eyes shone with a dazzling red light.

There is a dignified and alluring girl in the mirror, which is what the old woman looked like when she was young.

"How's it going to be considered, you still have nine days to live......"

The old woman raised her hand and touched the mirror, and two lines of clear tears slid through the ravine carved by time, falling into a piece of crystal.

Once, what a beautiful word, but unfortunately it was just once, and no matter how much you miss it, you can't go back to the past.

"Let me ask again, how are you thinking about it?"

The voice in the mirror was very impatient, and the old woman smiled calmly, put down her palm, wiped away her tears with a washed white handkerchief, leaned back in her chair, and muttered Buddhist scriptures.

"Rejuvenation, immortality, and revenge on your sworn enemy and get back everything you lost, why do you refuse?"

After a long silence, the voice sounded again, and the face of the girl in the mirror was very hideous, like a devil who chose people to devour.

The old woman opened her eyes, her eyes were calm, she stared at the mirror, and said, "I am a human being, and I can make mistakes and correct them, and I don't want to have such a hideous face." ”

"And what about your child? are you going to watch him fail again and die by the brute's sword?"

"He's not my child, they're not my child, I've never had a baby!"

The old woman smiled softly, left the mirror, and lay quietly on the bed, waiting for the last moment to come.

Cardamom years to die, through a thousand kinds, death, is a very good thing, the heart that has been tormented at midnight can finally return to peace.

The bell on the table was scattered into ashes, the light on the mirror was dispersed, and the Empress Dowager Ji, who had deceived her all her life, did not choose to lie to herself, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she remembered the beginning of summer that year.

Childhood sweethearts, two little guesses, but the monarch snatched love, he went out on the day of his wedding, he didn't come back, and she didn't leave a real heir to Ying Xuan.

Whether it is winning Mo or winning Chu, it is not a winner's species!

In the old mansion of Xicheng, the evil cultivator sitting in front of the mirror opened his eyes and smiled proudly, the Empress Dowager Ji thought that she had put it down, but in fact she still hadn't put it down, otherwise there would be no such statement.

It's ridiculous to think about it, this Qin king's throne turned out to be a bastard with no winner's bloodline!

There was a knock on the door, and a young man in a dragon robe walked into the room, with a sword mark on his face and a hoarse voice.

"How's it going? Did the old woman agree?"

The evil cultivator shook his head, a touch of violence flashed in the young man's eyes, and he was about to scold but heard the evil cultivator say: "It doesn't matter if she agrees or not, you are ready to raise troops, it is best to force Ying Chu to pick up the Qin Tian Sword, then, if nothing happens, the Qin State is yours!"

Just like the weather in the rainy season, the young man's dissatisfaction and anger disappeared, and he bowed to the evil cultivator and thanked him repeatedly.

The evil cultivator couldn't help but be stunned, it was also not a royal family, why was one a majestic monarch, and the other a wagging tail and begging for mercy?

Born as a human being, one wrong step is really a world of difference.

An inch of mountains and rivers and an inch of blood, full of devastation, wolf smoke everywhere, the bare distant mountains are full of heavy and dead air, midsummer, but bleak and palpitating.

Luoyang strode forward, full of sadness, staring at the Six Nations Alliance not far away, he really wanted to cut a sword, but he couldn't, those were all people, they were all fathers of children, and they were all the hopes of a family of three or five.

"The sword must not only be drawn, but also hidden......"

Muttering the words of the old man Qi, Luoyang smiled ugly, unconsciously took out a jar of wine between flowers, wanted to get drunk and relieve a thousand sorrows, but thought of the old general who would rather die than retreat, so he poured the wine into the mountains.

They didn't drink this wine when they died, so how can the living be embarrassed to drink it?

"Luoyang, this is a matter between mortals, you'd better not interfere, otherwise, don't blame me and others for attacking it!"

The streamer flashed, seven or eight teenagers fell on the top of the mountain, gods and demons were mixed together, and they were all out of the dust, but how could they look so hateful?

"What does it matter if you swarm up and attack it?"

Luoyang threw away the empty wine jar and remembered the passes that had turned into ruins, where all the dead were human races, living beings, not chess pieces arranged casually on the chessboard.

They had families and ambitions, but now they have nothing!

This sin is in the human world, in the Six Realms, in all living beings who play chess.

"Hmph, we'll see!"

The blonde boy led by him was not verbose, knowing that he was invincible to Luoyang and wanted to escape.

If you don't understand the rules, I will teach you the rules, this is the world, and there are ways to deal with a compassionate sword cultivator.

"See, now that you're here, do you want to go?"

The cold cheering voice was like a winter wind, Luoyang slowly got up, holding the heavenly sword, all the teenagers did not dare to turn their heads back, took out the spirit runes before and after, and did not wait for a piece of ethereal light of plain white color to fall, except for the blonde boy, all the gods, demons and demons whose eyes were above the top were crushed into powder.

"Send me a message, from now on, in the territory of Qin, whether it is gods, demons, demons, or evil cultivators, see one and kill the other!"

"Yes, yes......"

The young man trembled, and the Luoyang in his eyes was not a person, but a sword that stood up to the sky and the earth, sharp and dazzling, and could not be looked at directly.

"Get out!"

Luoyang snorted coldly, raised his foot and kicked the young man away, took out a jar of old wine and poured it into the mountains, the sword swayed on the flying clouds, searched around, not far away, a vast bright light fell, the big demon carrying the tortoise shell proudly hooked the corners of his mouth, sat cross-legged on the flying clouds, his hands changed several times, the invisible magic circle in the void space gradually converged, and the breath was less than three feet square.

"Looks like you're the only one, what about the other old guys, shivering in that rat hole?"

The sharp sword light rose into the air, and Luoyang probe grabbed the old demon's neck, and those indifferent eyes were even more thrilling than the golden eyes of the holy dragon.

"Junior, be cautious, disaster comes from your mouth!"

The voice of the bottom layer passed through the sea of clouds, and the voice of the old demon with wings on his back and the voice in golden armor was slowly quiet, chuckling with interest, and the gilded knife and Fang Tian's painting halberd shone with frost.

Luoyang slowly tightened his palms, strangled the turtle demon and threw it into the mountains and forests in front of a god and a demon, and fell into a piece of flesh, venting the anger in his heart, just like the demon clan trampling on the integrity of the human race, trampling on the bottom line of the demon clan.

"Rampant, suffer death!"

With an angry roar, a sword light, and the whistling sound between the flying clouds was like wind and thunder, the Qin State sergeant hiding in the mountains raised his head, looked up at the dazzling streamer, and smiled very easily.

They all know that this is Kunlun's sword, and they are not free to fight in this lonely mountain forest, as well as Kunlun's sword cultivation.

The gods scattered into the sky, the birds fell into the sky, smashed the small half of the mountain, the earth shook the mountains, everyone did not wait to return to their senses, the sword light has disappeared in the sky, and the direction is to go to Xianyang.

"Captain, should we get that bird back, it's enough to eat for half a month!"

The burly man flicked the hilt of his sword, nodded after a moment's silence, and led everyone towards the mountain forest.

The bullshit is high up, and the one who eats is you!