Sect Master Xie's expression changed greatly when he heard this!

In the shadow of the peach blossoms, a figure jumped up, it was a white ape, with a long sword on his back, and it was the demon sword cultivator of the Five Realms on the Great Sage of the Underworld, Yuan Bai!!

This plan is really extraordinary.

Gu Liangchan smiled bitterly, the two sword immortals of the Five Realms, even if they were in the Ascension Realm, they couldn't retreat with their whole bodies, and when the dragon went, he had run out of oil and dried up, but he had given Wang Yuanbao all his martial arts, and he had no regrets.

The yellow flower sword is coming in three feet!

"Evil obstacles!!"

Sword cultivation kills, at most, using a flying sword to take the head of a person, and killing people with sword qi, which is not something that the land immortal realm cannot do.

The yellow flower is thin, and the sword intent is thin.

The sloppy Divine Monarch is none other than Grandmaster Xie.

The sword qi slashed, and the face of Yuan Bai, the great sage of the Underworld, changed greatly, and the sword momentum of the original flames of the prairie was transformed into life, but the yellow flower sword qi was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, biting Yuan Bai to death!

Gu Liangchan lost his mind and fell in front of Wang Yuanbao, his body was broken, and his fists were stained red with blood.

"Master!!"

Wang Yuanbao hurriedly caught Gu Liangchan who fell in front of him, but he couldn't handle it and fell to the ground together.

Yuan Bai was eager to get rid of the sloppy Divine Monarch Sect Master Xie's Yellow Flower Sword Qi, but he never could, but the mountain scattered cultivation suffered, and the Yellow Flower Sword Qi passed, and the blood mist rose.

The tip of the knife licks the blood, and it is natural to be conscious.

This is Zhao Qianzhi's handwriting, a person who is disgusted by the luck of the mountains and rivers, even if he has the great magic power of the ancient and modern, there is nothing he can do, no matter how good Yuan Bai's means of concealing the qi machine are, it is like under the bright moon, and the shadows are all there.

Li Lingfei's flying boat was trying to dodge, but Yuan Bai hated Zhou Zhi very much, and in the blink of an eye, the yellow flower sword qi swept over the flying boat, dozens of blood mist rose, and Li Lingfei saw his corpse.

Many casual cultivators who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to make profits, under the sword qi of Sect Master Xie, the ice and snow melted, this is the power of the sword immortals of the Upper Five Realms Sect Realm, blocking the torrent with ants, and they can't escape the luck of destruction.

With a flick of Grandmaster Xie's fingers, the yellow flower sword qi suddenly erupted, and it was slashed at the back of Yuan Bai, the great sage of the Underworld, and the blood mist rose, and Yuan Bai, who was originally in human form, showed the original form of ten zhang, with fangs like a sword and fur like snow, which was the bloodline of the branch next to the ancient demon beast swallowing mountain ape.

Wang Yuanbao watched Yuan Bai appear in his original form blankly, this was beyond his imagination, the drama is the drama after all, the fear brought by the real demon beast is not enough for outsiders, but Wang Yuanbao still hates the most!

Grandmaster Xie walked to Yuan Bai, the great sage of the underworld who turned his back - flying sword, this Nanzhan Continent is not where he should come, and where he can come, the rules set by the underworld and this world are mutually inviolable, but it is equivalent to a piece of paper, about the avenue of immortality, about the battle of luck, and who will seriously abide by the waste paper and empty words of thousands of years ago, but it will not be so ugly to eat, but the rules are always the rules, if it is broken, then you have to pay the price, the Confucian holy master said, to repay grievances directly, in Grandmaster Xie, it is not as good as a sword.

There are not many sword cultivators on the underworld, Yuan Bai is one of them, but he is not the strongest, and he doesn't even have the courage to draw his sword in the face of the sloppy Divine Monarch Sect Master Xie.

Hengdaozhou is the front line to resist the tide of demon beasts in the underworld, there are many sword cultivators, and the great sage of the underworld who boasts that he can kill a hundred human sword cultivators alone on the underworld is just a face-to-face with Sect Master Xie, and he died under the yellow flower sword.

Yuan Bai is self-aware, but sword cultivation is the most taboo cowardice, cowardice, the sword heart will be broken, and there is no chance to become a land immortal, Yuan Bai's self-proclaimed famous back swordsmanship was taught to him by a lotus crowned Taoist, but it can refer to immortality but not the avenue, Yuan Bai's eyes are fierce, and the flying sword shoots out, like thunder, and directly takes the ancestral trick of Grandmaster Xie's eyebrows.

Sect Master Xie's face did not change in the slightest, his fingers moved slightly, and the yellow flower flying sword hovering in front of him flew out, and a cold light flashed.

Yuan Bai's back swordsmanship can occupy the top five in the underworld, this position is built up by him with a lot of white bones, but in the eyes of Sect Master Xie, his back swordsmanship is like a three-year-old child playing around, the cloud and mud are incomparable, and the Hui of the rice grains dares to compete with Haoyue?

The Yellow Flower Flying Sword pierced out from the back of Yuan Bai's head and returned to the scabbard behind Sect Master Xie's back.

The eyebrows were cold, Yuan Bai didn't even escape from the demon baby, the yang god and the yin god were all shattered under a sword, and there was no Yuan Bai in the world.

The corpse fell to the ground, but no one fought for it.

The corpse of the Great Sage of the Upper Five Realms of the Underworld is more than Yang Jinyu's relics of the Jindan realm of the Middle Fourth Realm, and it can withstand the combat power of the Upper Five Realms after a single sacrifice.

Sword cultivation is not easy, mountaineering is a lonely and dangerous situation, in which the hardships are like people drinking water, cold and warm self-knowledge, because the greed of a thought for hundreds of years of cultivation is in vain, in which the cause and effect can only be borne by oneself.

Those who kill mercilessly in the world are only sword cultivators.

The scattered cultivation on the Peach Blossom Mountain can't mention any greed at all, it's not that he doesn't want to, but he doesn't dare, the Great Sage of the Upper Five Realms of the Underworld is still a sword cultivator, and under Sect Master Xie, the gods don't exist, they are like ants, and Sect Master Xie can easily crush them with his fingers.

Greed and life, which is more important, can be seen by themselves.

"Get out!"

Sect Master Xie looked at the mountain full of corpses and the surviving scattered cultivators and said coldly, and for a while, all kinds of magic weapons lit up on Peach Blossom Mountain, like colorful fireworks.

"Master, you're awake!!"

Wang Yuanbao saw that Gu Liangchan opened his eyes, and hurriedly helped him up, leaning on the old laurel tree, with tears in his eyes and a concerned gaze.

Gu Liangchan forced his breath and smiled reluctantly: "What are you crying for, I forgot what the master told you, you have to laugh!"

Just like the girl in red in the town back then, no matter how hard life was, she smiled every day and said, "Life is so hard, if I cry again, I won't be able to live that day." ”

Wang Yuanbao wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "I didn't cry, I didn't cry, Master, you can't ......."

Tears are falling.

Sect Master Xie walked slowly, pointed to the only osmanthus flower on the old osmanthus tree that had not withered, and said: "Is it worth it for you to do this, the gambling game has already opened, and if you bet on your life, do you want to have peace of mind?"

Gu Liangchan coughed up the blood in his mouth and smiled: "Isn't it okay? You want to have a good time, and I want to have peace of mind, which is better than those puppet clay sculptures that live in temples and have no heart." ”

Wang Yuanbao stood beside Gu Liangchan but didn't understand a word, only faintly felt that it was related to him.

Sect Master Xie heard this: "Yes, you were justified before, and now you are still reasonable, I can't talk about you, how to repay the account, you say it yourself!"

The brilliance in Gu Liangchan's eyes dimmed, but he still smiled: "Yuanbao, come, Master tells you the answer you want to know." ”

Wang Yuanbao hurriedly leaned over and clung to his ears.

"Life...... cough

At...... You and I cough cough......

......"

No more sound.

The old laurel tree swayed without wind, and the last flower also withered and fell, falling in the palm of Gu Liangchan with the wind.

Smile and pass away.

The world-honored flowers, the leaves smile, the taste is only understood by themselves.

This is the question of Gu Liangchan's enlightenment for decades, when the old man gave him fishing, and now he has an epiphany, which is not only the extinction, but also the beginning.

Suddenly, the old laurel tree is full of goose-yellow flowers.

Sincerely, it blooms naturally.

The peach blossom mountain is shining with the light of the Buddha, Gu Liangzen is under the tree, compassionate and solemn, this is not the King Kong of the Buddha Gate of Lingshanzhou today, but the Bodhisattva, Hinayana will eventually go into decline, and the temple should also change the sky.

Sect Master Xie calmly witnessed the birth of the Land God Buddha, and there was not a trace of turmoil in his heart, and he returned to the light and ascended to the Twelve Realms of Martial Arts, and he could not stop the result of the annihilation of Gu Liangzen's true spirit.

"Take care of ...... for me"

"Master!!"

Joys and sorrows are in the heart, I can't speak, I can't write them, but I can communicate them.

Wang Yuanbao's eyes darkened, and this was the best result.

Sect Master Xie made a rare turn of color and said, "Don't worry, I will." ”

Just when Sect Master Xie was about to pick up Wang Yuanbao, he saw that there was a light black aura at the ancestral aperture of the little monk's eyebrows, and he couldn't help but change his face and scolded: "Dead thief, don't take you to be such a trick!!"

Silently on the Peach Blossom Mountain, there was a sloppy Divine Monarch Xie Grandmaster who shouted and scolded rudely, and the old monk Gu Liangzen, who died under the old laurel tree, looked solemn and solemn, but it was really like a compassionate Buddha, I don't know how he would feel if he could hear Grandmaster Xie angrily scolding?

In addition to the root bones, the most important thing for practitioners is the two bridges between the heart lake and the dantian qi mansion, "the same life" and "eternal life", the length of the bridge, the width and narrowness of the bridge, which is related to the length and achievement of the practitioner's journey to the avenue.

But Wang Yuanbao is a master whose two bridges are broken.

This is precisely the reason why Sect Master Xie is so angry and corrupted, and the same fate immortal bridge is broken, not to mention cultivation, it is difficult to even be a martial artist!!

It is better to pit people than to pit acquaintances.

Although the two dragons entered the body, and there were chest laurel leaves to absorb the mountain and water luck of the peach blossom mountain as two bridges, but after all, it was an ornament, and the aura entered the body but was rejected by the mountain and water luck.

The only feasible thing is the martial arts seed that Gu Liangzen planted into Wang Yuanbao's eyebrows.

"Dead thief bald, you are relieved, I am troubled!"

The sloppy Divine Monarch Grandmaster Xie scolded and summoned the flying sword Huanghua, carrying a little monk in his hand, and broke through the clouds and went away.

This peach blossom mountain is deserted after all.

The peach blossoms are similar every year, but there is no Sanskrit sandalwood on the mountain.

......

In Tai'an City, the lights are dim.

Zhao Qianzhi holds a Buddha's brilliant relics in his hand, which was given to him by Gu Liangchan five years ago, Wang Yuanbao is destined not to take the path of Mahayana, Gu Liangchan's truth must be inherited, the whole Senluo world's "gamblers" are betting in the gambling game of Nanzhan Zhou, like Gu Liangchan bet with his life, there is indeed no, and what he and he is thinking about is the way to change the world, if Gu Liangchan is gambling with his life, then he Zhao Qianzhi is not?

"There are few old people!"

Who were the people who listened to the old man's lectures? The monks who did not even attend the lecture were all "willing to be cut off, and the emperor pulled off the horse."

With a self-deprecating smile, Zhao Qianzhi casually threw the relics into the brocade box on the bookcase.

"Qingxu Dao Sect and Wuxiang Temple, colluding with the mountains and fields to cut the soil into a feudal town, tomorrow I don't want to see their mountain gate in the sun. ”

"Yes!"

A sword light flew out from between the pavilions, and the killing in it was heartbreaking.

It's like the cold and bright lights in Po Sazhou, which can't be reached, but there is always a little spark burning, who knows when the seeds will grow into towering trees, what can be done.

Do your best, against the destiny of God.