In the deserted Kulong Village, the dust swept the ground, the wind invaded the wilderness, and Song Wen, who was dressed in a Confucian shirt, stood upright at the entrance of the village.

Sun Fan's body was bent, and every inch of the village, every grass and tree had been imprisoned by him. He didn't take Song Wen in his eyes at all, a second-grade official of the secular dynasty was killed when he was killed, and no one would come to ask him for a reason. But the trouble is that this Song Wen is a scholar again, it's just a scholar, but he is also a disciple of one of the ten saints.

He carefully pondered Fang Cai Song Wen's words, although he had the means to the sky, he was still very jealous of Cai Badou. This guy's knowledge is higher than the sky, his words are the law, his intelligence is unparalleled, the ghost knows if he deliberately set up a trap to harm himself, it is a fact that the fourteen realms fell to the ten realms, but he still can't see through that guy. Among all the descendants, this person was the only one who made him fearful, except for those three sect ancestors who covered the heavens and the only few people he was afraid of. As long as he is in this square inch of heaven and earth, with the luck and dragon qi of the nine dynasties, he is invincible.

Sun Fandusk was gloomy at the entrance of the village, looking at Song Wen, who was very charming in place. "It's worthy of being a proud protégé of Cai Badou, crazy enough!"

Song Wen calmly glanced at the power that imprisoned him in place, and said indifferently: "Old Sun, don't do to others what you don't want to do to others, so many years are enough, why should you be persistent." ”

"Hmph! That's a set of you Confucian disciples and scholars, and it's not useful to me. Song Wen, you have already climbed to the eleventh floor at such a young age, isn't it a pity to die like this?" Sun Fan asked.

Song Wen sighed, "It's a pity, beating you in another ten years is no different from beating a dog." But I can't wait that long, Da Song can't wait that long, and Haoran World can't wait that long. Although you are high, you are as timid as a mouse. If you don't stack your nest for thousands of years, you don't feel bored, stretching out your head is a knife, and shrinking your head is also a knife. I don't look down on you in my heart, it's not that you're afraid of death, it's that you're begging to play with you, which is too unreasonable. ”

Sun Fan's old face was distorted and gloomy and terrifying, and Song Wen didn't care at all. "Since you have your heart for death, I will fulfill you. ”

"Hahaha. Song Wen looked up to the sky and laughed heartily, "I am out of office, for the world, for the people, not for the king! The chaos of heaven and earth is the sorrow and happiness of the people." Today, I, Song Wen, will sacrifice my life to become benevolent, to establish my heart for heaven and earth, and to establish my life for the people!"

In the first year of Shenlong, on the third day of March, a Confucian scholar rose from the ground, arrogant, with mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon, surrounded by his chest, full of spirit, and his strong heart broke through the Doufu.

Its realm climbed from the eleventh floor to the fourteenth realm, and the forbidden restraints of the square inch heaven and earth shattered. The Confucian scholar came from top to bottom, like a comet hitting the sun, and went straight to the dragon pillar that stabilized the fortune of a country in the Great Song Dynasty.

The earth-shattering loud sound shook the mountains and turmoil, the towering dragon pillars shattered, the sun, moon and stars were scattered, and the water of hundreds of rivers returned to themselves.

Sun Fan tried his best to stop Song Wen, who sacrificed his life to rush to the pillar, and was hit by him on the dragon pillar. At present, Song Wen, who sacrificed his life in the Fourteen Realms, was not enough to kill him who could borrow the luck and dragon qi of the Nine Great Dynasties, but he was more than seriously injured.

"Damn, Cai Badou actually covered the heavens, and did not hesitate to compromise the Dao Xing, borrowing your cultivation in the four realms. Sun Fan's face was bloody, and his eyes were extremely unwilling. "He's not worried about falling into the Great Dao?"

The dragon pillar was shattered and dumped, the luck of the Great Song Dynasty was scattered, and the dragon qi that had lost its guidance returned to the locked dragon well, and the golden divine text on the wall of the well rose sharply.

Song Wen, who was slumped next to him and was drenched in blood, laughed again and said, "I am a disciple of the teacher, go and kowtow and beg him for anything difficult." Only people like you can worry about it. ”

Song Wen staggered to his feet, holding on to the broken dragon pillar, and raised his right hand full of scarlet. Suddenly stopped, "It's come to this, don't really put your life on the line for this." You're just trying to survive, and the remaining eight dragon pillars are enough for you to support, but I'm sure they'll break sooner or later. There is an ownerless city on the side of the Great Song Dynasty, and the ownership of His Majesty has not yet been decided, it is an opportunity for you, and it is up to you how to choose after that. ”

Sun Fan's face was complicated, and he sat in place and thought deeply.

Song Wen's gently raised right hand, which seemed to be raised at random but contained the power of thunder, suddenly broke the iron cable.

Between heaven and earth, there is a faint evil aura coming out of the ground, and the aura is not as pure as ever. Countless monks on the mountain who walked under the mountain, and those with low realms flew back to the sect together, only some of them were harmless and harmless.

Sun Fan did not move in place. Song Wen slowly walked towards the Lock Dragon Well.

"Why do you want to help me?" Sun Fan said suddenly.

"I can't help you, it's up to you, I'm just pointing you in the right direction. After all, you are a senior....... Song Wen's voice was a little weak.

After speaking, Song Wen fell into the well and talked for a long, long time with the true dragon who had been imprisoned for thousands of years. When she finally came out, she brought a beautiful little girl, who was particularly beautiful in a tassel green silk.

Song Wen took him slowly to the entrance of the village, hanging his last breath, waiting for someone.

The little girl was very quiet, well-behaved and cute standing beside the man in the Confucian shirt, who was covered in blood. The little hand hooks the little hand, and the head is slightly sideways, which is very pleasant.

Sun Fan, who was leaning against the Broken Dragon Pillar behind him, suddenly had a trace of compassion in his heart, he had never seen such a well-behaved and lovely girl. He burst out laughing, heartily.

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The young emperor of the Great Song Dynasty stood at the head of the capital of the country, accompanied by hundreds of officials.

The emperor looked away and saluted in the direction of the man in the Confucian shirt. "Lord Song is a peerless warrior and cares about the world. ”

Hundreds of officials bowed together, and the emperor ordered the whole country to mourn for three days.

"Your Majesty, in this way, my Great Song will be targeted by the group of people on the mountain, they are not ordinary soldiers. "The person who spoke was General Song of the Great Song, Jin Wu.

"Lord Song sacrificed his life to become benevolent, and as the king of a country, I should naturally care more about the world. Pass the decree, seal the country, set up a national front, and kill those who do not follow the rules!"

"For the sake of the world, Song Wen can die, you can also die, and I can also die. The emperor looked at Jin Wu.

Jin Wu knelt down and said: "Minister, bow to the essence, and then die." ”

"Very good! Go back!" the emperor drove back to the palace.

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Gu Changzhou's group of people were resting in a mountain range and gathered together.

"Did you hear that voice just now, and there was a hole that was broken that day, and I don't know which master was doing it. Chen Jiu'er said excitedly.

Fang Tingkai, Luo Keqi and others all nodded to indicate that they had seen it.

Only Gu Changzhou was a little worried, he heard the voice, it was Song Wen, the Shangshu Lord he had met.

Chen Jiu'er rubbed him with his arm, "Gu Changzhou, what's wrong with you!"

"It's okay, let's go!" Gu Changzhou picked up Qi'er on his back and continued to walk, but he couldn't calm down in his heart.

He felt that something should have happened to Song Shangshu, and he also heard the words that resounded through the world. Lord Song should be doing something big, he thinks so, but he may die.

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