There is a mountain range in the east of Zhao country named about Fulong, this is the longest mountain range in Zhao country, there was a master of public opinion qi to observe the direction of the mountain, asserting that this mountain is the root of the dragon vein and national qi of Zhao country.

Because of this, every monarch of Zhao has been buried here after his death for a hundred years.

The Fulong Mountain Range has become a real Fulong land, and it is precisely because of this that this mountain range has become one of the largest forbidden places in the Zhao Kingdom.

At this moment, there is an old man in a Confucian shirt who is slowly climbing the mountain alone.

Although the old man looked white-haired, his spirit was excellent, and there was still essence flowing between his eyebrows and eyes.

Soon, he climbed to the highest sky-viewing peak in the Fulong Mountain Range.

At this moment, it was the time of the rising sun, and a red sun was rising in the east, reflecting his face red.

The old man smiled, inhaled deeply, and a magical scene appeared, in the rising sun, there were wisps of positive yang qi absorbed by the old man and swallowed into his abdomen.

Visible to the naked eye, clusters of red rays flowed along his qi veins, and finally merged into the sea of divine qi.

This should be the old man's cultivation method, but with such an abundant breath of the rising sun, the old man is not greedy, only takes the first sip, and ignores the rest.

He stood with his hands in his hands and looked in the direction of Whitewater City in the distance.

"One night of tossing, the world turned upside down. The old man smiled, his eyebrows narrowed, and his skin, which was still a little wrinkled, was faintly translucent at the moment. Not only is the old skin renewed, but even the hair of the elderly has shown signs of turning from white to black.

"Lan Ning, Lan Ning, I told you early in the morning that there are not many dead ends in this world for people like you and me, unless you rush to find it, it is really not dead. ”

The old man muttered to himself as he walked slowly.

If someone was on the side, they would definitely exclaim, but when the old man stepped on the void, with his toes as the center of the circle, a brilliant golden lotus ripple immediately bloomed.

The old man looked calm, walked slowly, and with every step he took, his face would be young for several years, dozens of steps in a row, until he left the sky-watching bee, the old man had already lost his old state, leaving only a dashing young figure in the sky.

"Thousands of years of pure yang, a hundred turns and thousands of times back to the world. Greed, hatred, obsession, and hard to let go, and the sword of wisdom falls to cut through the dust! Lan Ning, I still want to thank you in the end, I will die alone, become my avenue, and continue the national fortune of my Zhao country for decades, good, good. ”

is obviously a scholar in a Confucian shirt, but he is a sharp Buddhist.

In the blink of an eye, the clouds and smoke in the sky dissipated, and the figure of the young man disappeared.

In Baishui City, at this moment, most of the city has been destroyed in the battle between the Qiqi True Spirit and the Nose Dao Manifestation, and the purple red lotus karmic fire, and the black demonic aura are everywhere.

The Poor Qi True Spirit was slightly dissipated, especially when the eastern sky revealed a touch of fish belly white, its momentum was obviously a setback.

The Nose Dao Manifestation was also afraid of that round of the Great Sun, after all, it was a netherworld thing from the Huangquan Ghost Realm, and it had an innate resistance to the power of the innate Yang.

The Poor Qi True Spirit is just the broken will of an ancient fierce beast, and the manifestation of the Na Na Dao is naturally not the real Ah Na Dao under the eighteen layers of hell.

"It's going to be over?" Meng Juntong turned his head to look at the rising sun, and then looked at the Qiqi True Spirit and Ah Na Dao Manifestation who had stopped the truce on both sides.

Although Bai Zejia had disappeared, Bai Ze did not return to the spirit rhino chain, he squatted beside Meng Juntong and whispered: "It's not that simple, even if it's daylight, the two sides have a truce, and when the qi of Zhengyang subsides, the two sides will fight again." And Ah Nasal Dao is still growing, on the other hand, the true spirit of Qi Qi is a source of water, and it is strong at the moment, but after all, it is only Qi Qi's broken will, and in the battle after that, the gap between the two sides will rise and fall, and it will get bigger and bigger. ”

"In other words, Qi Qi will lose in the end?" Meng Juntong asked.

Bai Ze nodded his huge one-horned head: "I'm afraid that's the case, there is another thing you have to be mentally prepared for, if you consume the Poor Qi True Spirit, I'm afraid your friend's famous knife will be destroyed." ”

"What!" Meng Juntong exclaimed, she didn't expect to destroy Xue Ding's love knife.

The importance of this Basheng knife to Xue Ding is undoubted, even if the knife was sealed and ironed, it was placed under the bed and accompanied day and night, if it was destroyed like this, then Xue Ding could withstand it.

Bai Ze said helplessly: "This is also a helpless thing, the reason why the Basheng Knife can make a poor Qi pattern is nothing more than because on the piece of gold essence used to cast it, there happened to be a drop of Qi Qi's natal essence blood in ancient times. It is not easy to find Pure Gold in this mortal world, let alone find Pure Gold with poor blood. ”

"What would have happened if the nasal passage scenography hadn't been blocked?" Meng Juntong felt that they weren't paying too much attention to whether the Basheng Knife could be preserved, and their biggest problem at the moment was the scenography of the nasal passage.

Bai Ze thought about it slightly and said: "With this place as the center, a radius of fifty miles will become a ghost domain, and on the day of the completion of the Nose Road, the ghost domain will become a small world of its own, and the outside world will not be able to influence it." If you don't leave this domain, every fifteen years, this ghost domain will expand outward for ten miles, and if you leave, it will turn into purgatory wherever you go. ”

Meng Juntong was dumbfounded, how could she have thought that a disaster would evolve into this field.

Maybe what Lan Ning said is right, that is, if he allows a demon Lan Ning to occupy the domain of Baishui City, even if he is a disaster for the people on both sides of the strait, how many killings can he cause.

But now, the Ah Nose Ghost Dao is in the world, and it can cause chaos casually, and it can create a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood between raising your hands.

"Why don't we get out of here. Bai Ze proposed.

Meng Juntong glared at Bai Ze: "If you want to go, you go." ”

Bai Ze was also anxious, his true spirit was gathered in the spirit rhino chain, wherever Meng Juntong went, he had to be: "Master, calm down, this is not the time for you to be rash." The little Dao cultivator of your Spirit Gathering Realm, in front of this monster who is at least the Great Dao Venerable level, is not even enough to stuff his teeth. ”

Meng Juntong suddenly remembered something, she hurriedly took out the Eight Treasures Qiankun bag, and with a turn of spiritual power, the silver bell at the mouth of the bag rang gently, and a faint golden light fell on her palm.

Seeing Meng Juntong take out this thing, Bai Ze was so frightened that he knelt on the ground: "Master, by all means, this is the high priest of Luoshu......

Before he finished speaking, Meng Juntong had already raised the nine-story glass tower.

This tower is famous———— glazed tower of immeasurable merit.