When Lu Chuan entered the city, it was already evening.

Neither sooner nor later, he was one of the last people to enter the city.

The prosperity of Xianyang City exceeded Lu Chuan's expectations, and the streets were full of cars, and as night fell, the city and the streets soon became brightly lit.

It's hard to imagine that this is a world that has just come out of a decade of war.

Lu Chuan walked on the street unhurriedly, he had not been to the world for many years, and the different speed of time in the sky and the world made the changes in the world in his eyes be described by the word ever-changing.

What made Lu Chuan sigh was that some song and dance workshops had appeared in Xianyang City for Shiqing nobles to enter for fun.

"It's really different. ”

Lu Chuan sighed that under the emergence and promotion of him and the saints, the progress of human civilization is very fast, and the current Great Qin's national strength and people's livelihood are at least thousands of years ahead of time.

The main hall of the palace is brightly lit.

A piece of solemnity.

Ying Zheng, dressed in a black dragon robe, was sitting behind the table, and there was a Meng Tian wearing heavy armor standing under the stage, and a white-clothed swordsman standing in front of the main hall.

"Lisenting ......"

The white-clothed swordsman frowned and said, "Doesn't it have to be like this?"

"It has to be that way. ”

Ying Zheng raised his head slightly, looked at the sky with a deep gaze, and said in a firm voice: "The human race is not an accessory of any race, Bao Kuo God, I want the human race in the world to control its own destiny instead of only pinning its hopes on the immortal gods." ”

"War with the gods?"

The swordsman was silent for a moment: "You will fail." ”

Ying Zheng also pondered seriously for a while, and said: "But there are always some things that someone has to do first." ”

The swordsman turned and left.

Ying Zheng did not stop or say anything.

The breeze blew the curtains in the temple, and a circle of candles could be seen burning on the floor of the side hall, and a figure in a light blue shirt was sitting with his eyes closed.

Ying Zheng looked at the figure quietly, and a long sword hung from his waist without saying a word, but everyone in the hall could feel an invisible and great pressure.

"War with the Gods......"

Meng Tian licked his lips and looked up, with a look in his eyes that he didn't know whether to be excited or expectant: "General Mo has fought in all directions, fighting with famous generals from all over the world, but he has never competed with immortals......"

In the palace, the white-clothed swordsman was not in a hurry, and walked towards the outside of the palace step by step.

Suddenly, his eyes moved and he stopped.

In front of him came a man walking leisurely with his hands behind his back, his eyes still looking around, as if the soldiers around him had not seen him.

Not only those soldiers, but even he didn't feel the slightest breath from the other party, and it was as if it didn't exist.

If it weren't for the eyes to see it, then he would definitely think that this person didn't exist, and of course, it was also possible that this person was stronger than he imagined.

"Your Excellency, who is it?"

The swordsman frowned as the figure passed by.

The other party didn't stop, still walking towards the majestic hall with his hands behind his back.

The swordsman hesitated for a moment, and suddenly his eyes froze, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed with a bang, and his body moved and stabbed towards the opponent's back.

Cold light flashed in the night sky.

The swordsman stabbed the other man in the shoulder, not wanting to hurt the other person's life before he was sure where the other person was coming.

But the next moment he was stunned.

The sword he stabbed out was easily caught by the two fingers of one of the two hands behind him, and his powerful power poured into the sword god and wanted to pull it out, but it was difficult to shake it without moving.

There was a look of shock on his face, and he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"Good swordsmanship, young man. ”

Lu Chuan finally opened his mouth and looked back, and glanced at the swordsman up and down: "Maybe one day I can use my sword to enter the Dao and cultivate into a sword immortal......

The swordsman said, "You, who are you?"

Lu Chuan let go of his sword and continued to walk forward: "You go, if you really want to do anything, Guiguzi can't stop it, let alone you?"

The swordsman was surprised: "You ......"

Lu Chuan continued to walk, and the way to enter the road with a sword had been opened up, and that was Guang Chengzi.

At the beginning, he fell into the fairyland, and after creating his own sword, he entered the Tao with a sword, becoming the first sword immortal in the world, and passed down the sword cultivation system such as Shushan.

Inside the main hall.

The figure in the candlelight opened his eyes.

Ying Zheng said: "What are the odds of winning?"

The moon god shook his head and said, "There is no chance of winning!"

Ying Zheng let out a "hmm" and slowly closed his eyes, and there was no joy, anger and sorrow in his voice.

Click!

At this time, a lightning bolt swept outside the hall, and a dreamlike figure appeared in the main hall.

Ying Zheng opened his eyes instantly.

"Who?"

Meng Tian exclaimed: "What about people, come here!"

Because he doesn't even know how people appear and where they don't notice anything.

The sword at his waist had been drawn and stopped in front of the high platform, and a momentum on his body was ready to attack.

With the sound of footsteps, dozens of stubborn soldiers surrounded Lu Chuan with Changge.

"Take it!" Meng Tian returned his sword to the sheath.

"It's too early for the sword to be sheathed. ”

Lu Chuan's figure disappeared in place in a flash, and the next second he appeared in the main hall and said to Meng Tian.

"Who are you?"

Meng Tian's pupils contracted, the long sword was unsheathed again, and the figure flew in as soon as he moved, and a sword slashed down towards Lu Chuan.

"Two fingers to the white blade!"

Lu Chuan once again used his mastery, and suddenly a breeze blew behind him, and a woman in a light blue dress appeared behind her and raised a crystal hand and pressed it on Lu Chuan's back.

Airplanes!

With the blue light on her hands, all of them sank into Lu Chuan's back, crawling towards her neck, forming a spell mark.

Then she sealed her hands and smiled, "It's not good to be presumptuous in His Majesty's Palace. ”

Airplanes!

The spell on Lu Chuan's neck was lit up.

"Uh-uh-uh......"

Lu Chuan shook Meng Tian's sword with one finger, quickly covered his neck with the other hand, turned around and looked pained, his arm trembled and pointed at the moon god: "What kind of spell did you use this vicious woman, good, good ......"

The moon god smiled slightly.

Lu Chuan suddenly raised the corners of his mouth: "It's fun." ”

The finger pinched a little on the neck spell mark, and the light was drawn by him, forming a dark purple sigil with some evil intent on the finger.

"You ......"

The moon god exclaimed, "Can you unlock the Six Souls Curse?"

Lu Chuan said lightly: "Tai Chi Xuanyi, Yin and Yang, everything in heaven and earth is inseparable from the five elements of Yin and Yang, this thing your ancestors of the Yin and Yang family dare not use it on this seat, you are not small......"

Think that he was respected by the sons as the master of the hundred saints, which is recognized by the hundred schools, and the Yin and Yang family is not one of the hundred schools?

He Lu Dijun was not a fool in the world back then, and his generation was older than the ancestors of their Yin and Yang family!

"Yes...... You ......"

Ying Zheng said coldly, the moment Lu Chuan appeared, Ying Zheng stared at the man, and Lu Chuan reminded him of a bad memory.

His hand holding the sword trembled, and now he didn't mention the other identity that he still knew about Lu Chuan.

God!

Wuqu Xingjun!

He hasn't forgotten these four words now, so in order to repay those slaps over the years, he sent people to smash all the temples of Wuqu Xingjun and let people not go to worship and worship.

Goodbye today, this bastard has not changed much, but his Yingzheng is no longer the Yingzheng of the year.

Lu Chuan smiled: "It's me!"

"You're no match for him, stand down!"

Yingzheng Huo Ran got up and touched the sword on his waist: "We should also settle the accounts of the year, Wuqu Xingjun, let you be the first god to die in my hands to sacrifice the sword." ”

"Wuqu Xingjun?"

Meng Tian and the moon god were shocked, that is a real god, wait, isn't it since the original god, the immortal immortal dao god pedestrian humane, each has nothing to do with it?

Lu Chuan said: "Ying Zheng, calm down, this seat is not here to fight with you." ”

"I'm calm!"

Ying Zheng slowly drew his sword, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said with a hint of happiness in his voice: "I heard that the mana of your gods is maintained by incense, and I ordered people to smash your temples across the country, so how much mana do you have left now?"

"So ruthless?"

Lu Chuan was extremely speechless, this guy is really ruthless and vindictive, poor Nangong Shi carried such a big black pot and went back to appreciate the elixir!

Lu Chuan said: "Actually, what you do doesn't have a big impact on this seat......

Ying Zheng's pupils shrank: "Impossible!"

Lu Chuan said: "Because this seat is not Wuqu Xingjun." ”

Yingzheng: ┴┴(╰(‵□′)╯(┴┴

"Who the hell are you?" Ying Zheng roared.

So what is his revenge all these years?

Lu Chuan said loudly: "If you don't change your name, you won't change your surname, Lu Chuan, the True Martial Emperor of the Northern Heavenly Realm, is also!"

Ying Zheng: "......"

Did you change it last time?

"Lu Chuan?!"

Meng Tian and the Moon God were shocked, Lu Chuan's reputation among them was too loud.

A peerless genius born out of thin air over hundreds of years.

A legend!

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