The capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Ethereal Pavilion

The Ethereal Pavilion is not a magical cultivation holy place, but a place of entertainment.

I saw the green, fat, red and thin in the ethereal pavilion, the warblers and swallows, and laughter. In the middle of the patio in the pavilion, there is a "ethereal incense" that is the thickness of a thumb and is about seven feet long. Under the stimulation of the ethereal incense, all the dignitaries and dignitaries, the royal relatives and nobles were extremely excited, and the girls around them were ravaged to death.

In one of the spacious rooms, an old man with a gray beard was drinking spirits excitedly, and more than a dozen girls around him were waiting in disheveled clothes, each of them using all their resources to tease the old man. The old man was trembling with excitement, threw out a large bus of pearls, agate, gold and jade, and said with a smile: "The girl in the Ethereal Pavilion is really the first in the world hahaha, these are all rewards for you!" The girls exclaimed, and they all began to fight for these treasures.

Suddenly, the gray-bearded old man trembled, and an inexplicable crisis suddenly appeared in his heart. The gray-bearded old man flew up in panic, ignoring the frightened screams of the girls, and broke through the roof of the Ethereal Pavilion.

The gray-bearded old man looked at the sky above the barren mountains, his eyes suddenly appeared black and white Tai Chi Pisces diagram, and the strange speed turned a few times, and the gray-bearded old man saw the faint vortex in the sky, as well as the dying qi that exterminated the heavens and the earth.

The gray-bearded old man suddenly screamed, and a stream of blood flowed from his eyes: "Damn, how could this ghost thing appear here? Damn, damn it, this continent is going to be in trouble, it's a big trouble, it's a catastrophe!"

The Far West Jedi, a mysterious lighthouse

Inside the lighthouse, an old man in a black robe suddenly turned to look at the east, and suddenly chuckled gloomily: "In the extreme east, the root of cholera has appeared. You can inform the sect leader Lord Guangming that the conquest of the mysterious eastern land can be advanced by a hundred years!"

"And God said, Let there be light under the heavens, and there was light under the heavens. God said that the whole world is ours, so this mysterious eastern land is of course also ours!" the black-robed old man looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

In the Netherworld, deep in the trenches, suddenly an incomparably arrogant voice sounded: "All things in the world, the capable live in them! My kraken god Ao Wuji has been banned for 100,000 years! A great chaos is coming, and only the troubled times are the best chance for our krakens! This time, I will wash the world with blood!"

In the far north, thousands of cold rivers

Under the cold river, the eyes of a ghost suddenly lit up with a faint blue glow, and a sneer came, and in an instant, the land under the surrounding cold river lit up with millions, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of blue rays!

I don't know where deep in the mountains, in a temple with carved beams and paintings, Sanskrit sounds, a thin old monk is sitting cross-legged, suddenly the eyes that seem to have not been turned for ten thousand years trembled slightly, and in an instant the old monk was full of Buddha light, and the Buddhist scriptures slowly circulated around the old monk, and the golden light was shining. "Amitabha! The catastrophe is coming, pity all sentient beings! Ten thousand years of dry Zen, it is better to enter the world to save people!"

I don't know where the valley is, the smoke curls up, and the chickens and dogs smell each other. In a slightly dilapidated academy, an old man in a green shirt recites the words with righteous thoughts: "The son has no food to eat, no shelter to seek peace, is sensitive to things and cautious in words, there is a way and righteousness, it can be said that he is studious!" suddenly looked up at the sky and thought for a moment, and a majestic aura emanated and permeated the valley. The old man smiled and said to the disciples under his door: "If you are poor, you will be good to yourself, and if you are good, you will be good to the world! The time has come, so you can go out of the valley!"

There are many visions in the world, and so on. All in all, Yingtian's sword was the fuse, and it seemed to attract something terrible to covet, like dominoes, pulling a hair and moving the whole body. It seems that a catastrophe of heaven and earth, maybe in a few years, maybe a hundred years, is coming!

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Qianzhou, a barren and desperate mountain, a hundred miles east of the royal palace city.

After witnessing Yingtian's sword, everyone at the scene stared at the figure behind the blue light in a daze. This, what kind of sword qi is this, it's too exaggerated, isn't it? The Zhuji Monk can also kill in an instant? Everyone in the Qing Yuan Sect stared, their mouths opened wide, and they seemed to be able to stuff a fist.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed, "Look, look at the identity token on his waist! Master's personal disciple, by the way, it's the new senior brother! It's the fourth senior brother! The fourth senior brother!"

The crowd was in an uproar. I just came back from a trip to the door of death, but I didn't expect that it was the fourth senior brother who saved them. Their eyes went from horror at first, then to joy, then to deference, and finally to fanaticism.

"Such a powerful sword qi can cause ten thousand swords to worship, this is the physique that can be cultivated into a sword immortal in a hundred years! We will have a sword immortal senior brother in the future, a sword immortal!!" The disciples of the Qingyuan Sect looked at Yingtian and couldn't worship it. This is just the beginning of cultivation, right? With such a powerful talent, it is really more popular than a person.

And the three brothers and sisters of Ji Le'er who followed were so shocked that they couldn't speak, and they were numb by Yingtian one after another. Standing far behind Yingtian, they could all feel the sword qi, and they faintly seemed to feel that the sword qi could cut into the skin.

Is this still their junior brother? Even if they can't carry that sword qi themselves, is this a monster?

Mei Changqing naturally saw it. He knew that Yingtian had a secret, but he didn't expect this secret to be so exaggerated. There was a sudden throbbing in his heart, and he secretly said that it was not good, and he glanced at Su Yan. Su Yan nodded, his two minds were connected, and he suddenly took out a piece of turtle shell together, and recited words after infusing spiritual power.

Suddenly, a strange strange force appeared, and the damage caused by Yingtian's sword qi around it was suddenly all repaired as before, and this strange force seemed to erase all the breath related to Yingtian. Then a large array appeared, isolating everyone from the aura of heaven and earth.

Mei Changqing looked at everyone solemnly: "Everything you have seen and heard about Yingtian today, you must forget everything! You just need to remember that these killers were killed for the teacher, do you understand?"

Ji Le'er's three brothers and sisters looked at each other and nodded, the Qi Condensation Great Perfection guards who followed behind Ji Letian also made a soul oath, if a secret is leaked, the form and soul will be destroyed, these minions are absolutely loyal to Ji Letian, and there is no problem in itself.

The disciples of the Qing Yuan Sect also knelt down one after another, and made an oath that they would never reveal the news, they had just been rescued by Yingtian, and they would not betray their companions, just kidding, and they hoped that this sword immortal would cover them in the future!

In this way, Mei Changqing and his wife breathed a sigh of relief.

After Yingtian broke out with that sword, his physical and spiritual power was exhausted, his eyes were dark, and his feet were weak and he almost fell. Yingtian took a deep breath, lifted his spirits, and flew towards the carriage. Yingtian saw Qing'er dying, and was distressed, so he picked her up and hugged her in his arms, took out the elixir collected in the barren forest, and slowly passed the medicinal power into Qing'er's body.

Qing'er's delicate body trembled slightly, her eyes opened slightly, and she saw Yingtian looking at her with a concerned face. Feeling that she was lying in Yingtian's arms, Qing'er smiled, her extremely pale face was a little shy, and she said with a low breath: "Young master, Qing'er is finally ...... I'm finally seeing you!"

Yingtian suddenly blamed himself for leaving Qing'er for too long, and immediately made his tone extremely soft: "Good Qing'er, good Qing'er, young master is not good, it's too late." Yingtian only felt that after this medicinal power was crossed, Qing'er's body could not absorb the medicinal power, and he couldn't help but panic in his heart.

The monk who made the whip was the strength of the Great Perfection of Qi Condensation, although this whip was resisted by several guards and the jade pendant, but the remaining spiritual power was not something that Qing'er, a mortal, could resist. If the body and soul are not destroyed at the moment, it is also that the monk who made the whip did not exert all his strength.

Qing'er only felt weak, as if her soul was about to break through her body, and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, her face was pale and seemed to be transparent, "Young Master, Qing'er...... Is Qing'er going to die?"

"Don't talk nonsense, with the young master here, Qing'er won't die, and she is not allowed to die!" Yingtian's eyes turned red, and he seemed to feel that the most important thing in his life was about to leave him, and he couldn't help but feel a great pain in his heart.

In fact, unconsciously, even Yingtian himself didn't know how important Qing'er was to him. Since ancient times, men have always been aware of emotional matters, and they are far less sensitive than women.

"Young master, people are mortal...... However, Qing'er didn't want to ...... I don't want to leave the young master so early, Qing'er still wants to take care of ...... Take care of the young master and do it for the young master...... Cook and eat...... Qing'er knows what other people cook, and the young master is ....... Be... I can't get used to it. Qing'er gasped and spoke, but kept trying to smile, not wanting to make herself too ugly before she died.

Feeling a sharp pain in her back, Qing'er suddenly hooked Yingtian's neck with both hands, pressed her body tightly into Yingtian's arms, trembled slightly, and groaned in pain in a low voice: "Young master, Qing'er...... Qing'er hurts, hurts, hurts!" As soon as he finished speaking, his hands loosened, and he passed out.

Yingtian collapsed instantly, flashed out of the carriage with Qing'er in his arms, knelt down towards Mei Changqing, and choked up: "Master, Master, please save Qing'er!"

Ji Le'er looked at Qing'er who didn't know life and death in Yingtian's arms, and then looked at Yingtian's extremely painful expression, and was stunned for a while.

Mei Changqing hurriedly came over, pointed between Qing'er's eyebrows, and slowly injected spiritual power. Mei Changqing pondered for a long time and sighed: "This girl is a mortal body, and she has no cultivation foundation. The extinction of life by this whipping has run out of oil. The medicine you gave her could only repair her damaged injuries, but she was at the end of her life, and I am afraid that it would be ......"

Mei Changqing frowned and looked at Yingtian's desperate expression, paused, and still sighed and said, "I'm afraid it can only last for three days at most!"