Like Zhuge Chen, although the gods and souls are not divided into two, they do not disturb each other and do their own things. But it's not too far away. If Zhuge Chen was still trapped on the path of cultivation, with the help of his means of "saint servant", he would naturally be able to be clear about the affairs of the outside world. But now that he is in Jiangshui City, separated by two worlds, not to mention millions of miles, he naturally has no restraint on his body controlled by the remnant God King Body.

However, he was not too worried, since the two had already negotiated the conditions, then don't doubt it easily. Whether it's buying or selling, or talking about friendships between friends. The word trust has to be put at the forefront.

Song Qing originally thought that if he encountered Zhuge Chen in this river city, he would definitely be able to take revenge. didn't expect that even if the other party fell into the dust, when he stood in front of him again, he was far less invincible than before. But on the other hand, he is still small. The sword qi that soared into the sky was like the Nine Heavens Milky Way that hung upside down, rushing past without the slightest intention of stopping. It was also in this sword qi that he also regained a trace of clarity after coming out of the witch.

Even if it was a seemingly majestic black qi, as long as it touched the cyan sword qi, it would inevitably collapse immediately.

Song Qing's palms were soaked with sweat of astonishment, and he secretly told himself that all this was just Zhuge Chen's bluff. No matter how much the other party unleashed his sword qi, he still couldn't change the fact that he was no longer a god king. Since they are all mortals in the flesh, then he has the opportunity to kill the white clothes in front of him!

"Zhuge Chen, since you don't have the God King Body, what are you bluffing? With that first-class physique that has never been encountered through the ages, you do have a chance. Even if you become someone else's dream, it's just a breeze for you. Song Qing swallowed a mouthful of saliva and salivated: "But now, you, who have fallen into the God King, are destined to be worthless!"

Even though he said that, Song Qing's mind couldn't help but move slightly. As a witch, he is not as upright as a boxer or a formation master. Compared to sword cultivation, it is far inferior. He Song Qing didn't want to be born with such a witch identity, but there was no way, when he traveled between mountains and rivers in his early years, he got such a inheritance in a cave. Thinking that he could soar into the sky, he wanted to absorb the lives of the people of a city through one of the secret methods, but he ran into Zhuge Chen.

Zhuge Chen slapped the blade of the sword in his hand, and said with a light smile: "I don't bother to guess what you mean, but you don't really think that I'm not as good as you, right?" If it weren't for this Jiangshui City, do you think you would have the opportunity to stand in front of me for so long?"

As his voice became more and more high-pitched, the whole world was turned upside down. In the midst of the sword qi, the white clothes gradually ascended to the sky step by step. He held a sword in his hand, and behind him, a real dragon that had broken away from the shape of the "Jiao" could be faintly seen circling up.

And as the man and the dragon above the sky fell together, Song Qing finally couldn't hold on in the midst of the difficult resistance, and his body died.

Don't look at Zhuge Chen's performance so relaxed, but even with the permission of the sage in this river city, he still almost let him put his entire life into it. After all, the damage caused by going against the sky will never be small. What's more, this is still a river city mainly looking for opportunities.

It is said that when you go out, you pay attention to harmony as the precious. But since there are places for cultivators, where can there be no fighting?

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Among the high-rise buildings in the city, the middle-aged man sitting here hummed a little song, ready to go out for a walk. There's not much fun to be found here. What's more, as a saint, most of those who are looking for opportunities can't get into his eyes. Those who can be invited to drink together under the moon, to be honest, are just saints of the same realm in the rest of the cities.

But he didn't expect him to step out with his front foot, and then he heard a voice sound inside the door: "You come back to Lao Tzu, go out in such a hurry, do you want to die or what?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he just lowered his head, sighed, and turned around and walked towards the door. There is no way, who will let the other party be a human immortal? He doesn't bow his head, and Li Jingyun also has countless ways to make him bow his head. What's more, even this place of cultivation was found by the other party with the help of him, otherwise, his saint realm would not have been so stable in the past hundred years.

The middle-aged man's heart was as careful as his hair, and he naturally knew that Li Jingyun could let a wisp of his sword qi manifest here, and he was naturally worried about the white clothes he brought to Jiangshui City. He also knew what the young man's identity was. Zhuge God King, these four words alone are enough to make him anxious. Originally, he would never take this hot potato. But after thinking about it, in this river city, he is also God anyway, so what's the harm in taking it in?

Who would have thought that in just a few days, one person would be killed. Fortunately, it is a mountain and wild cultivator who has no door and no faction, and if he dies, he will die, and he will be a hundred. Moreover, the reason why Zhuge Chen was able to pull out that sword qi true dragon before was that he deliberately relaxed the suppression of the Great Dao in the city.

"I said Li Dajian Immortal, what is the matter with looking for me this time?" the middle-aged man said respectfully, a teacher for one day and a father for life. On the way to becoming a saint, Li Jingyun was kind to him. What's more, the friendship between the two began very early.

"If I'm not mistaken, in this river city, the real one that can be regarded as the ultimate blessing should be five. A fan of love is not very good, but it can make a lover finally become a family, which is also quite good. A carved fish jade pendant, rumored to be considerable in the past and present life. It is also quite attractive to those who are in the realm of Zhendao and bamboo baskets to draw water, and for cultivators of the realm of you and me, it is pure bullshit. Next, it should be a picture of mountains and rivers, if my guess is right, it should be a caravatar, and the space inside is not small. Li Jingyun said softly, although he had lived in seclusion on his island for a long time. But for one of the four saints in the heavens, as long as he wants to know and wants to get the news, it is still not very rare. For example, if others want to know about such things, they may not be able to buy them at a huge price. But for Li Dajian Immortal, he doesn't even have to pay money. After all, the face of a human immortal is worth more than gold, silver and jewelry anywhere in the heavens.

"That's true. The middle-aged man took over and said, "But these three supreme blessings have been taken away, and the first two do have the meaning of making up the numbers." But the picture scroll of mountains and rivers makes me a little greedy even when I look at it. Presumably, if the saint sitting here had been exchanged for a dark-minded person, I am afraid that he would have made a move a long time ago, right?"

Li Jingyun suppressed his hand and said slowly: "There are other saints who are also sitting in other cities, even if someone really wants to do things like this, they have to be more restrained." Otherwise, wouldn't you be looking for unhappiness? The rest is a flying sword and a very large piece of clothing, right? I don't care about the clothes, and I can't control them. But that flying sword, no matter what, whether it is operated in the dark or above board, in short, you must let it fall into Zhuge Chen's hands. This shouldn't be a difficult thing for a saint like you, right?"

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "It's really not a difficult thing, and no one has ever done such a thing." Everyone does it, and they don't even bother to hide it from each other. But Great Sword Immortal, do you really think that such a supreme blessing can be caught by that young man safely? Although it is true that the flying sword has never been able to compare to that garment on his head, but he has no god king body, and his own life is thinner than paper. Add one more piece, will it be self-defeating, add it to the snow!"

After Li Jingyun heard this, he laughed, and finally stopped laughing: "Look at the two swords hanging from that kid's waist, one of them is called Sanchen, which is the sword of the Daomen Sword Saint who suddenly disappeared thousands of years ago. As for the other one, even I don't know the details. But it can be confirmed that such a mystery will never be inferior to the sword blade with starlight shining all around. That's why I always say that sentence, and I don't know if I'm blessed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his whole body dissipated here. Only the middle-aged man sighed and said to himself: "Forget it, don't think about it yet." Good day, go drink first?"

He asked himself, "Walk!"