The roar coming from the back mountain made the senior brother Wu Yu in Shenxiu Mountain turn pale, and that sound was definitely not the sound of an avalanche under a blizzard, but the sound of a battle.

Someone had a confrontation in the back mountain, and touched the edict of the ancestor to stay in the back mountain, and all this was not discovered until this moment.

"Mr. Zhang Tai has just left Shenxiu Mountain. The Divine Stick said.

This is not a good thing, the Zhangtai of the Tianji Pavilion is equivalent to the heaven of the Divine City, and there are followers everywhere in the mountains and rivers, and it is precisely because of this that the treacherous methods of some people with intentions in the mountains and rivers are effectively avoided.

However, now Zhangtai came to Kunlun alone, and did not bring an entourage, if someone took advantage of this opportunity to play some bad means on Mr. Zhangtai's body, even if it was just to leave an insignificant wound on Mr. Zhangtai's body, Kunlun could not escape responsibility.

Wu Yu nodded, his face became more and more pale, looking at the back mountain that was getting closer and closer, his heart was looking forward to the worst result.

The roaring blizzard was mixed with shouts, and Wu Yu's face was pale, and he stepped into the back mountain realm, his gloomy eyes flashing with a vigilant light.

What appeared in his eyes was Mr. Zhangtai with an embarrassed face, which made him feel relieved, no matter what, the Zhangtai of Tianji Pavilion did not have an accident in the Kunlun Realm, then this was a blessing in misfortune.

"Mr. Wu Yu! Uncle Kunlun, he ......" Mr. Zhang Tai looked at Wu Yu with panic between his eyebrows and looked at Wu Yu pointing in the direction of the edict.

Wu Yu didn't speak, and the divine stick on the side walked to the edict of the old ancestor, observed for a long time, and said, "He went in?"

Mr. Zhangtai nodded, "Went in with an assassin." ”

Wu Yu glanced at the edict left by the old ancestor and said, "Dare to come to the Kunlun Realm to assassinate Mr. Zhangtai, that assassin is not simple. ”

"Senior brother. The god's eyes flickered.

Wu Yu nodded, his face was gloomy as water, the assassin's purpose of assassinating Mr. Zhangtai was not simple, if Mr. Zhangtai was assassinated in the Kunlun realm, then all the blame would be borne by Kunlun.

This is a planted assassination, whether it is successful or not, as long as Mr. Zhang Tai has any damage in the Kunlun realm, Kunlun will bear it.

Fortunately, this assassination, because of Chen San's intervention, allowed Kunlun to avoid trouble.

"Wei Heng's funeral will be held in a few days, and it seems that some people want to take this opportunity to stir up trouble. Wu Yu glanced at the edict of the old ancestor, turned his head to Mr. Zhang Tai and said, "Sir, it is better to stay in Kunlun for a few days, and then leave after attending Wei Heng's funeral!"

Mr. Zhang Tai nodded, as a wise man, he naturally knew very well that for Wei Heng's funeral, the major forces in the mountains and rivers would come here, and the purpose of their coming would naturally not be to commemorate Wei Heng.

Wei Heng has offended too many people in front of him, and the sword in his hand has killed more people, and in the power of mountains and rivers, the name of mountains and rivers killing stars has always shrouded in their hearts and has become a nightmare.

The purpose of attending Wei Heng's funeral was to determine whether Wei Heng was really dead, for them, as long as they didn't see Wei Heng's death with their own eyes, then Wei Heng was still a nightmare in their hearts.

In order to be able to find out the origin of the assassin, participating in Wei Heng's funeral is indeed the best choice.

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The abyss, the hanging rock is steep, and the dull sound of flesh hitting the hanging rock constantly comes from the abyss.

The boy's constantly falling body carries indelible pain, and every time the falling body hits the hanging rock, it can always make the boy cough up blood.

Chen San, who fell, stared at the shadow that also fell with raised eyes, and after passing through the edict of the old ancestor, the two had already separated, and what shocked the young man was that the shadow became more and more like a monster.

The shadow that hit the hanging rock not only did not have any reaction, but instead took advantage of this to shoot at Chen San, in a vain attempt to successfully kill Chen San in the process of falling.

Chen San tilted his head, looking at a raised hanging rock in front of him, with ruthlessness in his eyes, he twisted his body as hard as he could, and when his body was about to hit the hanging rock, he jumped into the air with the hanging rock.

The umbrella sword in his hand slashed towards the shadow that fell at this moment with sword qi.

The sound of stabbing sounded in the abyss, which was extraordinarily loud, and under the young man's sword, the shadow was cut in half.

The shadow that broke into two stumps fell into the abyss together with the falling boy.

Beneath the abyss, thick black and icy waters flowed beneath it, with the sound of rushing water, accompanied by the sound of falling heavy objects into the water.

In the cold seawater, Chen San's head was raised violently, and the suffocating feeling disappeared as the young man took a big breath.

"Is he dead?" Chen San looked around, but did not see a shadow.

The reason why the young man said this was because in the process of falling, the shadow that was cut in half did not spurt blood, and the other party was a monster, which made it difficult for Chen San to believe that the other party was dead.

Shadow is the leader of a hundred schools, such an assassin is not an ordinary assassin,

The umbrella sword was clenched in his hand, and the young man who was immersed in the icy sea water, his eyes always looked around with a vigilant light, and there was nothing certain, and he could not let the young man relax.

Any slight oversight could pose a fatal threat to him.

After a long time, the boy who was immersed in the icy sea water felt that the hand holding the sword was already cold, and the boy finally breathed a sigh of relief.

If the shadow hadn't died, then the other party would have made a move long ago, and there was no need to wait until now.

The teenager who was mentally tense and relaxed, his body seemed to be consumed, and the feeling of prostration was accompanied by coldness enveloping the boy's body.

Chen San felt that his consciousness was a little blurred, and his eyes were a little wandering when he looked around, and he didn't find a place to go ashore except for the cold sea water.

"Get out of here. ”

This was the last thought of the confused teenager, and he was finally unable to resist when he was physically and mentally tired.

Consciousness sinks.

The hand holding the umbrella sword slowly loosened, and his body continued to fall, the icy sea water flooding his chest, and finally enveloping the boy's head.

In the thick black and cold seawater, there was a faint light enveloping the young man's body, and the wine gourd exuded a divine substance to wrap the young man, moving in the direction of the flow of the sea.

The sleepy boy was stirred in his mind, and the nightmarish dream seemed to have no peace.

In the chaotic consciousness, the boy seemed to be standing at the end of the sky, and he saw a frozen picture, and the scenes seemed to tell the boy some truth.

No matter where the boy stood, those freeze-framed images were always in front of him.

Suddenly, the boy standing at the end of the sky looked up, and through the blue sky and white clouds, the boy saw something.

Behind the blue sky and white clouds is not freedom, but a cage, which envelops the heavens and the earth, and thousands of creatures between the heavens and the earth live in this cage.

Caged birds!

The teenager who saw this scene, the noun that burst out of his mind was shocking and unwilling.

It was a desperate and solemn scene.

In a cage, you are a caged bird with no freedom.

The creatures of heaven and earth with ignorance and ignorance have become fish and meat on the anvil of others, so who is the sword between heaven and earth.

Chen San's throat was bitter, and the freedom under the blue sky and white clouds made him feel a little depressed.

Breathing the cold air with difficulty, the boy saw the ancient giant tree entrenched on the top of the holy mountain in the distance, the giant tree had been cut by some kind of weapon and had withered.

It's as if the world is suffering some kind of devastating blow.

Chen San began to become a little panicked, with fear in his expression, everything in front of him was like the end of the world, no one in the world survived, and his uncompetitive legs were driving him to flee.

As his gaze turned, he saw the torn canopy, a terrible sight, but it appeared straight in front of the boy's eyes.

The inverted sea water flowed out of the canopy of heaven and fell into the world as if to cleanse the world of calamity, but the water of the world was sickening with turbidity.

Chen San knelt on the ground, trying his best to resist these things, never believing these things.

However, the heavy breathing, restless heartbeat, and restless expression all told the teenager without exception.

He was experiencing these things in real life, and everything in front of him was telling the boy that he should not just be a spectator, but a participant.

Chen San picked up a cast iron scarlet helmet, the blood stains on it had dried up, and there was a mottled humanoid corpse lying under the helmet, which was already a thin human jerky, turned over, and found that his face seemed to have been eroded by the wind and sand, he couldn't see his appearance clearly, his lips were torn, and he was unrecognizable.

He couldn't see the survivors, the fluttering flags, the flagpoles digging deep into the earth, the shattered fragments of the flag, and the beads of blood that solidified in the air.

No one survived.

Chen San wept, the cage of heaven and earth, the end of the world, everything should not happen.

The sound of the dead world breaking through the air reached his ears, and the weeping boy suddenly looked up, only to see that at the torn canopy, powerful creatures were thrown into it one after another, as if they were engaged in some kind of battle that symbolized freedom.

Chen San was surprised, picked up the rusty sword on the ground, and walked towards the torn canopy step by step.

Behind the canopy, there is a cage besieging heaven and earth, and those powerful creatures thrown into the canopy are bound to be an endless battle.

"Have you really decided?" A voice suddenly appeared in the dead world, which made Chen San stop his pace abruptly.

"Who are you. Chen San said, with solemnity in his words.

"A loser of the last era, you can call me a sword spirit. There was an unwilling loneliness in his voice, and at the same time there was endless war intent.

This fighting spirit is a long time ago, so long that Chen San feels a strong power of time, and just by listening to the voice, he feels that a long river of time is flowing.

It's a strange feeling, a teenager standing in the present world, but talking across a long river of time.