Just as no one can answer how many pieces of the huge body of the eunuch who owes money was torn into pieces by the angry Fengtian people and how many wild dogs were bitten to what point, no one can answer how many people have died in the city of Fengtian in the past three hundred years, and how many people have been buried in the graves of Siye.

Dark clouds hung over the sky.

There is a triple gate in the sky.

The two heavy is the result of Huang Shenjun's biggest plan in his life today, the first layer is the surplus of Wei Luo's careful management in Tibet for three hundred years, the triple gate is the gateway between the martial arts and the way of heaven, and the past has since opened an infinite life, in the meantime, the warrior needs to fall down his own Yujing Tower on the way of heaven through the triple gate, which is a very energy-consuming process, the latest ascension can be traced back to the ancestor of Qingshan Hongming three hundred years ago, the ancestor is a body of practice transcendence after two hundred years of age, basically no matter the world, are expanding the path of the same cultivator, this is the most likely to succeed in the ascension。

In the end, he failed.

The defeat is not that the shortage of true qi is not enough to build the Yujing Tower, but that the current Wei Luo, who wants to soar.

The ordinary-looking man's expression rarely fluctuated, and he calmly activated the plan that had been planned for nearly three hundred years, and his palm, which was full of black light, was raised and pressed to the ground, and the cobweb-like patterns lit up one after another, and the surging shock waves gushed out and rushed to all sides, completely moving the uneven ruins of the academy to the ground.

The academy became a huge altar.

The sky was pitch black.

Royal Round Forest.

The mausoleum keeper leaned on the faint light emitted by an ancient oil lamp and shivered in the corner, this person in order to save trouble, to avoid the pain of patrolling the cemetery at night, he was clever to dig a small gap in the wall, just for the eyes to look through the scene in the cemetery, suddenly heard what movement in the mausoleum, his body trembled and looked out subconsciously along the gap, the scene in front of him frightened his face pale.

Next to the tomb of Emperor Zu, the top of the tomb of the unknown eunuch was cracked, and a miserable white hand climbed on the edge of the gap, and his body slowly climbed out.

The frightened cowards rolled their eyes and passed out on their backs.

In the city of Mukden.

The dark clouds are buckled on the ground, the wind is very urgent, the door is blown squeak, the world is dark, you can't see the five fingers, the young man will be his wife and the child hugging and protecting him, but the three-year-old child is full of curiosity about the world with his dark eyes, the sky is not afraid of the ground is not afraid to look around, the door squeaks and screams are blown away by the wind, the cool wind suddenly fills the whole small building, the man is so frightened that he is mixed with chaff, so he holds his daughter-in-law and the child closer, the child does not know what he is afraid of, his eyes are open and he looks out through the door, and there are many people lying on the street in the grayThese people were wrapped in rags around their bodies, if it weren't for the gold necklace as thick as a child's arm hanging around their necks, who would know that he was a rich man in front of him, and the bones were not like bones, which should be called fossils, and they bowed step by step, step by step, and marched in the direction of the academy in a reverent bowing style.

The child's eyes blinked, and the people in the street, or the bones, opened more and more.

At this time, the child saw a familiar figure, Uncle Wang in the village was hit by a galloping carriage some time ago because of the sun on the road, fell to the ground and died of a whimper, Uncle Wang is a kind old man, the child likes to sit in his house when he has nothing to do, there is no other reason this old man loves to eat sweet, always has this candy in his pocket, and his heart is also good when he eats one or two to the child.

The children were crying for a while.

Grandpa Wang dragged one leg and walked forward with great difficulty, bowing his head with a more strenuous posture with each step, and kowtowing three times reverently as he usually did when visiting the City God Temple.

The child looked at it carefully, confirmed that the person was Grandpa Wang, and called out, "Grandpa Wang, where are you going?"

The child's father was so frightened that his head slammed, and he didn't know where he got the courage, so he got up and rushed to the door to push the door back up, and along the gap in the door closing, the child saw that Grandpa Wang seemed to hear someone telling him to stand and look around, and after seeing no one, he knelt down again, kneeling forward.

Regardless of whether the ancestors were virtuous or evil, all the graves were cracked.

Whether it was a person who had been dead for hundreds of years or someone who had just been buried yesterday, they all got up from their graves, prostrated step by step, and went to the altar of the academy.

I don't know where it started, there is such a well-organized sect in the martial arts world, which divides the world into three stages: past, present, and future, believing in a vacuum hometown, having no old mother, and paying attention to the present and cultivating the future.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Most of the sect members are mortals, and when they join the church, they will pay a part of the teaching fee first, which is called "Jifu money," and when they meet the head of the sect, there is also a "welcome money," not to mention that such a sect for the purpose of collecting money is indeed popular in the world, and the sect members are often thousands, and it is easy to break 10,000, and the sect leader almost catches up with the emperor.

There is such a guy in the country, the one on the dragon chair naturally couldn't sit still, jumped up and commanded the soldiers to sweep this group of cultists away, it's okay not to attack, such a crusade is indeed the emperor can't even keep the dragon chair, and I don't know where the head of the sect got the news, so he made a move first, it turned out that the guards in the palace had already been this sect of pious sect members, and they killed the emperor with a knife at night for a vacuum hometown where no one knew where.

The emperor died tragically, and the monks on the mountain were furious and arranged for the beheading operation.

I don't know whether to say that this sect leader has a unique mouth or have to say that the martial artist's Taoist heart is too bad, the sect leader let him go closer, and easily a few words will be the monk with a sword to be moved, and become his desperate lackey, it is estimated that at this time the head of the sect found a truth, those monks who are above the top are as easy to deceive as mortals who do nothing, with this one, there is nothing to worry about, a large number of two and three followed.

The righteous people have been encircled and suppressed several times, but they have not been able to wipe out this group of people.

On the contrary, the sect completed the leap from organization to mountain sect.

This sect has taken the magnificent name "Daisen Island." ”

More and more people are cultivating this life for the vacuum hometown in the next life and throwing themselves into the Great Immortal Island, it is rumored that the vacuum hometown is the heavenly palace, carefree, and there is a life where they want to live, and the more they invest in the sect in this life, the greater the reward they will get in the vacuum hometown in the next life.

If it weren't for the sword coming out of the green mountains and plowing the whole Daxian Island with sword qi, it is estimated that the current righteous path martial arts would be very difficult.

Dark clouds cover the night, the streets of Fengtian are full of people, to be precise, they are all ancients, they can be called deceased, the simple point is the dead, Wei Luo, the young god of Daxian Island, these three hundred years are not just castrated as eunuchs, but he has done a lot of hands and feet on the treasure land of feng shui outside the city, he pressed the dark clouds and slapped them into the ground in a special way, and the formation hidden in these feng shui treasures was activated, and read the beauty of the vacuum hometown over and over again, whether it is a human or a demon, it is a prince and a prince, as long as there are troubles, they are encouraged to crawl out of the grave, use this remnant body to make the biggest base blessing money, and devote themselves to the vacuum hometown in the next life。

On the street, there are two such people.

A man.

A daughter.

The man is handsome and boundless, and the woman is as good-looking as the sun and the moon.

Unlike the vast majority of pious believers, not only did they not bow down one step at a time, but their backbones were still quite strong, and if they were not as pious as those who had crawled out of their graves, they would have thought that they were fishing in troubled waters.

The vacuum hometown in the eyes of the man and the woman is the same, it is a small village, it is the kind that can be heard when talking here, the man and the woman have known each other since childhood, and it can be described as a childhood sweetheart, no accident happened, the man and the woman got married, and the man did not say that you are so beautiful on the day of the wedding, but just said: "You have a home," the woman did not say that she was in love, but said: "With you, you have firewood, rice, oil and salt." ”

The candles in the cave room were burned, the oil lamps were extinguished, and the bed veils were dropped.

A couple of people from then on.

There were no accidents after getting married.

If the biggest accident is that it belongs to the autumn harvest, the man accidentally fell when he picked up the last load of grain and accidentally fell and broke his knee, which made the girl feel distressed for a long time.

If the biggest accident is that when a woman cooks food for a man, the kitchen knife breaks a little skin on her fingers, and the man is distressed, and he doesn't even give water to the woman for a few days.

And just like that, there was no accident, the man and the woman had a child.

In this way, there was no accident, the child found a virtuous and filial daughter-in-law, and they did not have a child unexpectedly.

Men are old.

Women are also old.

There were two rattan chairs in the sun, one for men and one for women, watching their little grandchildren running around catching ants and sweating profusely.

The man fell asleep with his eyes closed.

The woman also fell asleep with her eyes closed.

This is the common vacuum hometown in the eyes of the handsome man and the beautiful mess of the woman, there is no accident in a lifetime, and it is good to have him with him for a lifetime.

The man walked forward.

The woman walked forward.

The handsome and beautiful faces of the two just now, at this time they are no longer looking, their skin is loose and full of wrinkles, both of them are old, the end of the street is like the end of a waterfall, and the crowd of people who kowtow forward is like rushing to the river, life is gone, the man and the woman look at each other face to face, the woman caresses the man's eye sockets, and says: "Xiao Jing, you are old." ”

The man would never say that a woman is old, but now he nodded and said, "We are all old." ”

The two hugged and kissed each other in the rolling river, and the bodies of the man and the woman floated up and ...... Getting higher and higher.

The man's name is Zhang Xiaojing.

The woman's name is Su Buquan.

With you, it is the vacuum home, no matter where he is.

In the center of the ruins, Wei Luo, who was standing and enjoying the congratulations of the believers from all over the world, trembled violently, this feeling like a sword in his throat was even stronger than when he hid at the bottom of the island that was about to be attacked by the Qingshan Sword Array for three hundred years, so that the man who calculated the world in the palm of his hand did not dare to turn around and look in the direction of his back.

The feeling came and went quickly, and disappeared.

Then he turned around, and there was nothing but the worshippers who had entered the altar one after another and took their bodies for kifu money.

Wei Luo looked up and laughed.

The whole world said that he was only afraid of the Qingshan Sword Formation, which was not entirely true, and he was also afraid that Zhang Xiaojing, who dared to go out of Qingshan and dare to kill with only one sword, was in a trance, and the sword suspended around his neck was gone, of course, he had to laugh happily.

With the ruins as a round point, eight wide streets go straight to all parts of the city of Fengtian, and each street is densely packed with believers, the human race, even the demon race, standing with a large skeleton saluting is more thoughtful than a person, with more and more Jifu money invested, the accommodation of the formation has reached the extreme.

Wei Luo didn't delay for a second, his spirit was as high as the young man who dared to pit Hongming and soar again, raised his hand and pointed at it, and the formation was prompted to shine straight into the sky, passing through the triple gate and falling on the heavenly path to quickly build the framework of the Yujing Tower.

The white bones on the street are exhausted, the skeleton of the Yujing Building in the air is preliminarily completed, and the ascension needs a complete Yujing Building for the body to descend and land, only this skeleton is not enough.

Wei Luo had already prepared.

The dark clouds covering the head of Fengtian City have not decreased since the sun set, and the palms of the hands are raised as just now, and the dark clouds are falling at one time, and the movements are exactly the same as just now, even the posture of the clothes swinging is the same, and they fall to the ground.

Non-toxic not husband.

The dead have a vacuum in their hearts.

How can a living person not want to.

In the courtyard, the father who was very brave in the eyes of the child stood up, he bowed down in the ear of his mother and whispered a few words, and the mother who was still hesitant also stood up, the door was opened, and the children's eyes saw that the street was full of people, and their actions were the same as that of Grandpa Wang just now, one step at a time, and the children's parents also joined in, and the children hurriedly chased to the door, saying: Father, mother, where are you going?"

The woman's body shook slightly, and there was a painful expression on her face.

The man whispered something in her ear again, and the woman's face regained its piety.

The child stood in front of the door and watched as many familiar figures bowed away step by step.

Cheng.

The emperor can be regarded as figuring out what the light from his body is, in the words of Song Shanhe in the past, this is called 'imperial qi' can resist obscenity, and the emperor pointed to Yu Jingyang, who was standing like a statue, and asked: "He also has it on him, what is this?"

Song Shanhe's face was embarrassed and embarrassed, it was not fake to be able to adapt to the same talents, and after thinking for a while, he said: "It is often said that scholars have a heroic and righteous spirit, presumably this will not be bad." ”

The Emperor laughed.

Soon he couldn't laugh anymore.

As another wave of dark clouds in the sky pressed down, the darkness around him became a little more intense, and the area and diameter of the imperial qi he supported decreased, from the beginning with Yu Jingyang's Haoran righteous qi, the range of ten meters was greatly reduced to only seven meters, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that the Haoran righteous qi on Yu Jingyang's body had not changed significantly, and it was his emperor's imperial qi that could not stop the erosion of darkness more and more.

At this time, Shang Shuyiyi, who was in the internal punishment department of the emperor's light, had a painful expression on his face, but in the blink of an eye, he kowtowed into the darkness step by step with reverence, which did not make the emperor who had just learned to be hooligan angry, and he jumped to his feet and scolded: "Where to worship, I am here." ”

The emperor's privileges were perfectly reflected at this moment, and it was estimated that he had the intention to shake his majesty in front of the beauties, pointed to the wooden stake-like Yu Jingyang, and scolded: "What are you still doing in a daze, what tricks are you not going to use quickly, and the people of the country who are widowed in a moment will die." ”

The ministers were bewitched by the sound of the darkness one by one, that is, the clever Song Shanhe looked at the emperor's domineering unreliable, and squeezed into Yu Jingyang's side so that he was not seduced by the things in the dark, as the emperor said, without a countermeasure, the entire Fengtian became Wei Luo's sacrificial food, and the rest was only a matter of time.

Yu Jingyang's body was motionless.

The first batch of disciples in Fengtian have reached the edge of the ruin altar, and the body is used as a base blessing money to exchange for the vacuum hometown of the young god Wei Luo in the next life, the dead do not hesitate here, and the living do not hesitate here but are more enthusiastic than the dead, and the body jumps in, the dim formation once again gains powerful energy, the light rises to the sky, and the bricks and tiles of the Yujing Building in the triple gate are filled everywhere, and the carved beams and paintings are more magnificent than the emperor's living hall.

This speed Wei Luo is too slow, his hand slapped the ground again, and the entire land of the academy was raised upwards by nearly one meter, and when the worshipping crowd approached, the altar would automatically release the devouring power to absorb people, and the construction speed of the Yujing Tower was several points faster.

Wei Luo was a little satisfied.

Tower.

Emperor Zhao Gaochi was in a hurry, the emperor's qi had been compressed to a range of less than one meter left, and those rebellious ministers and thieves who dared to change the dynasty when he was in a coma couldn't protect it, what made him particularly sad was that the beauty Liu Mingfei in his arms was also suddenly painful and pious, seeing that he was about to touch into the darkness, where could he still stand, he picked up Liu Mingfei domineeringly, walked to Yu Jingyang's side, raised his leg is kick, and scolded:" Lao Yu, you can't be so unrighteous, we have agreed, I will lie on the bed and fake my death, and after the matter is completed, Liu Mingfei will be included in the room as his wife, this link is not in the plan at the moment, don't pretend to be dead for me. ”

I don't know if it was this kick that worked, or if the scolding worked.

Yu Jingyang's fingers really moved.

Scholars are a little pedantic, at such a critical juncture, the first thing he did when he woke up was to salute the emperor and say: "I have seen Your Majesty," which did not take Zhao Gaochi's kick again, and even scolded: "You Confucians have this stinky problem, and you don't look at the current situation, so you quickly think about it, if my wife is abducted, I will ask you." ”

Yu Jingyang had already saluted respectfully: "Yes." ”

Talking slowly, doing things without dragging the mud and water at all, standing up straight towards the sky of the triple gate, Wei Luo In order to prevent the Qingshan Sword Formation from catching his breath, Wei Luo used the huge formation to cover all the Fengtian sky, Yu Jingyang put his two fingers together into a sword, and the sword light pointed out was to pierce this curtain that covered the sky.

The sword light was like a meteor gliding across the night sky, dragging the tail flame from bottom to top.

Wei Luo's face rose slightly, and he was enjoying the wonderful moment of this ascension, his closed eyes did not open, and he was still closed, as if he didn't consider that the Confucian Ding people who had repeatedly created miracles would come out to stir up the situation, he had already prepared this method, and he raised his hand a little like Yu Jingyang's technique, but he only used one finger, and the pure black true qi shuttled through the night sky and could not see the trajectory at all.

Zhao Gaochi pinched the sweat in his hands, and when he saw that the meteor was about to crash into the sky, the pure white meteor stopped abruptly, if it weren't for the wisp of black true qi that turned from the air to the top of Yu Jingyang's head to reveal his figure, and thought that Wei Luo's helper was hidden in the dark, the emperor was still empty-handed in the end, and he didn't hug the beauty Liu Mingfei who was bent on his hometown in vacuum, his daughter-in-law was robbed, and he was a man with fire, not to mention that he could still rush to the crown and be angry as the emperor with a red face, and take the initiative to jump up to give Yu Jingyang this blow at the moment, his own martial arts are not weak, the two hands are interlocked, and the black true qi hits it and makes a puff and piercing sound, he can't stop it, the black true qi broke through the handprint and was about to crash into Zhao Gaochi's heart.

"How dare you?"

Closed his eyes and smiled and prepared to kill the poor insect emperor Wei Luo, the young god who was killing Yu Jingyang, suddenly changed his complexion, and while roaring, a green flying sword appeared in front of him, Wei Luo knew too well what the name of this sword was, it was one of the four swords he used to trap Qingshan Hongming's palm to teach Feisheng to steal wood buds.

Under the anger, where can I still care about killing Zhao Gaochi, raise my hand and slap it with all my strength to smash the wood thief buds, the energy on the sword complements each other, and there are endless truths between each other, it is estimated that only the little scholar Liu Ru can see through it, the wood stealing bud sword did not break into slag as Wei Luo thought, but continued to carry out.

Wei Luo's palm was raised, but the direction of pushing forward was quite weird, not to resist the thief wood bud that had reached his chest but to the void, the sound of space buzzing vibrate, Wei Luo's palm froze quickly, but it was the second sword ice shadow issued by Yu Jingyang, Wei Luo made a decisive choice, and when he knew that he couldn't stop the wood stealing bud, he gave up decisively, and the wood stealing bud stabbed into his chest.

Wei Luo, whose palm was against the Stasis Sword, turned extremely ugly, his body took a step sideways, and the other palm was pushed out, it was indeed the third sword Immortal Earth stabbed, the Stasis Sword and the Immortal Earth pierced at the same time This young god who had already taken off the turtle shell, his face was pure white and a little unbearable, the formation of the four swords of Stealing Wood Buds, Stasis Sword, Immortal Earth, and Yan Yan in one will be even more powerful, as the user of the first formation, how can he not know the truth, the strongest sword of the fourth sword, Yan Yan is in the making.

Yu Jingyang's white hair is flying.

The scholar looked at the fire in order to perceive the subtle changes in the aura around Fengtian, and guessed that there was a bigger black hand after the mountain monks headed by Huang Shenjun, when he didn't expect it to be Wei Luo three hundred years ago anyway, there was a golden book on the Tianji Palace to borrow the Taixuan real sword to kill the great protector Kunpeng of the Ancestral Island, and at this time, he still painted the gourd and paid a greater price and locked the deadly four swords of the sword with his body, to some extent, Jing Ming's help saved Yu Jingyang and also caused his plan to be flawed.

Yu Jingyang kept squeezing the potential in his body, to the point of madness, every sword he used was his lifespan, assuming that Feisheng could live for more than three hundred years, just the three swords that had been used were already close to three hundred years of life, and the fourth sword under his fingertips had already been formed.

Wei Luo's eyes narrowed into a line, confident that he had never been so nervous when he hid at the bottom of the island to avoid the pursuit of the Qingshan Sword, the corners of his eyes turned into light, and he quickly located the Yufu with a vicious mind, and instructed the things hidden in the dark to catch Yu Qingqing, the daughter of Yu Jingyang, who was not confused by the vacuum hometown, pinched the little girl's neck, raised it to a height that anyone could see, and said: "Lord Shoufu, can you see who she is, your daughter, now I want you to stop, I, Wei Luo, can guarantee that none of your Yu family will die." ”

After Yu Jingyang was imprisoned, the Yu family has been living in panic, and all of them ran away within a few days.

Yu Qingqing, who has been lively since he was a child, did not become depressed, he still went to the college to study as usual, and ignored the discussions of his classmates at all, firmly believing in his heart that his father did not rebel, Yu Qingqing's eyes were clear and he saw through the formation laid by Wei Luo, and fixed the current person on the pillar of the bad guy, and saw his father leading the sword to kill the thief, but he felt a sense of pride in his heart for no reason, to: "Dad, kill the thief." ”

"Good!"

Yu Jingyang and his eyes were full of tears, and he said Yu Qingqing's favorite nickname: "Little Shuzi, my father promised you to kill the thief." ”

In the thick dark night, the Yan Yan Sword lit up the sky like fire, and instantly pierced into the chest of Wei Luo, who was howling, and the ice shadow and the immortal earth that the two hands were holding pierced into his chest back and forth, and a total of four swords were inserted, so that the person who was about to step into the ascension was half-squatting and kneeling on the ground, as for Qingqing, who was thrown aside at will, the quirky little girl drew the soil from the left and right to cover her face underneath, and it was estimated that she was not hurt much, and Wei Luo didn't have time to pinch her to death at that moment, so she could only throw it out, and the Yan Yan Sword stabbed into his body so quickly, and the four swords worked at the same time in an instant, where could he still care about killing。

Yu Jingyang glanced at the sky.

It was still dark.

Wei Luo didn't die, the most deadly flame sword had a flaw and couldn't be the last straw that crushed him, he came back to life after devouring a large amount of life breath, floating in the air and laughing: "Who can stop me now?"

Palace.

This is the highest place in the whole of Mukden.

Jing Ming stood with the iron sword that illuminated the Qingshan Sword Mountain, facing the sky, and saw a familiar old man holding a beauty, this time he rarely showed a cheap expression, and nodded.

Jing Ming also nodded, raised the iron sword in his hand and slashed, and a clear light cracked in the chaotic pitch-black sky.

Two chapters in one chapter!