At this time, one hundred and ten long swords trembled in unison, and the sword qi was still brewing.

At this moment, time seems to have slowed down countless times.

At this moment, Sima Er's eyes were calm, his movements were slow, and he gently pushed forward.

The spear carried a monstrous momentum and rolled in.

In an instant, the spear smashed through the outer sword, and the thud and explosion echoed in all directions.

At this moment, the sword light behind finally moved.

However, it does not move forward slowly, but gradually disappears and disappears.

When the spear roared and reached Sima Er's face, his body trembled and suddenly stopped.

At this moment, the thin figure seemed to have changed his face and retreated frantically.

The robe that had condensed its shape at its side fell backwards almost as soon as the shadow moved.

The two of them shouted in unison: "Not good!"

Until this moment, Sima Er's figure finally shattered like a dream bubble.

However, after the figure shattered like foam, there was no broken flesh left.

Looking at the spear from before, I don't know when, it had already collapsed.

And the moment before Sima Er's figure collapsed, another Sima Er slowly appeared above the three of them.

When the speed climbs to the extreme, when it exceeds the speed of the world, there will be an afterimage of people.

However, the person in the sky at this moment was not Sima Er.

But above the sky, a person who was the same as Sima Er's face, breath, and even cultivation appeared.

He was dressed in a purple gold robe, a long sword hung diagonally at his waist, and his eyes were cold and ruthless when he held the hilt of the sword.

Almost at the same time as he appeared, Sima Er's figure slowly appeared behind him.

Under the numbness of the scalps of the two people below, I saw Sima Er step forward lightly, and he directly integrated into the person's body.

A perfect fit, without the slightest condensation, as if it were one.

The two of them glanced at each other and muttered, "Spirit Infant Incarnation!"

The person they saw just now turned out to be just the incarnation of this person's spirit child, so who was this person?

The old monk's divine sense could touch the man's body, and he couldn't help but let out a painful sound, and his body shook for a while.

At the same time, the shadow beside him also staggered, as if he had suffered a big loss.

The ink shadow snorted in pain and said sharply, "Who are you?"

The figure had a handsome face, and after decades, it still maintained its youthful appearance.

Wearing a purple gold robe, holding the body of the Divine Sword, he looked down on the two of them with a majestic posture that had been in a high position for a long time.

After hearing the man's inquiry, he stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes drooping, and he said slowly:

"West Hades"

"The head of the Zixiao Sect!"

"Sima Yuan!"

The words fell, and the air exploded like a storm.

Thousands of miles around roared and roared.

In an instant, the spirit of heaven and earth was stagnant.

The blue sky trembled.

Thousands of miles of wind and clouds are reversed.

The heavens and the earth were shrouded in its aura.

This qi machine is infinitely close to the existence of a half-step spirit god!

After the words fell, the thoughtless old monk popped and flew upside down hundreds of feet.

The shadow was torn to pieces by a mysterious force in an instant.

The person who came was Sima Er, who was shocked by the lenses and Danzhu.

Sima Yuan!

This time, due to the work of the Tianshu lenses, the spirit infant Sima Er and the deity were able to merge in advance.

More than 30 years earlier than he had expected.

At this time, the old monk roared in his mouth and quickly fled away.

The demon shadow that was directly dispersed turned into thousands of black lights and fled in all directions.

Sima Yuan's eyes were flat and he turned a blind eye.

I saw him move forward lightly without hurrying.

Nearly a thousand feet away

The figure of the thoughtless old monk suddenly stiffened and froze in the air.

The thousands of demon shadows that fled hundreds of feet away in all directions converged in an instant, revealing their true bodies.

Sima Yuan's gaze was flat, his fingers spread out, and he grabbed it gently.

The rumbling sound rolled away, and the old monk was instantly captured in front of him.

As for the demon shadow, he looked up to the sky and roared, "What if it's the deity, how can I let you kill it!"

As soon as the words fell, the huge demonic aura on his body suddenly dispersed, as if a monstrous aura was brewing rapidly.

Demon Dao is good at the technique of 'disintegration', and he has tried and tested himself in exchange for the method of escape by self-detonation cultivation.

But Sima Yuan had dealt with people in the Demon Dao several times, so he naturally knew his intentions.

He sneered, his big hand unchanging, but his speed skyrocketed.

Between breaths, when the demon shadow was about to burst open, a big hand was born in the sky.

As the shadow roared in the sky, the big hand snapped down.

With a bang, after a wave of heaven and earth shocks, the shadow of this late Yuan Infant was completely wiped out.

Sima Yuan's gaze fell, and he made a slight move.

A palm-sized piece of lens fell into his hand, and after a slight glance, he pocketed it.

When the weather was clear, Sima Yuanxin didn't come, the old monk's eyelids trembled, and the robe was automatically windless and swaying.

Sima Yuan approached, and without waiting for him to speak, the old monk shuddered and presented a piece of lens.

Sima Yuan bowed his head slightly, "A piece of residual mirror will exchange your life, and you will not lose it." ”

The old monk wanted to cry without tears, and said with a forced smile: "The majesty of the Sima head is still the same, and the poor monk admires it to the fullest, and admires it to the fullest." ”

After Sima Yuan waved his hand, his gaze drooped downward, his sleeve robe fluttered, and the sound of hunting.

After thinking for a moment, he flipped his right hand, and three broken lenses were suspended in his hand.

After pondering for a while, Sima Yuan pinched the lens and shook it slightly.

Suddenly, a phantage appeared on the lens.

Sima Yuan's body was shocked, and he quickly put away the three lenses.

The old monk behind him was a little curious about who he was presenting, but unexpectedly met with Sima Yuan's indifferent gaze.

There was a grock in his heart, and a life-and-death crisis suddenly emerged, and he was cold all over.

Almost at the moment of life and death, Wusi waved his hand again and again, and his head was about to become a rattle, "The little monk didn't see anything, he didn't see anything!"

As if he was afraid that Sima Yuan would not believe it, he immediately said solemnly: "If the monks don't speak, otherwise they will be abandoned by the Buddha!"

After Sima Yuan snorted coldly, he slowly hid the murderous intent in his heart.

When he turned around, the thoughtless old monk wiped the cold sweat on his forehead in fear and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Sima Yuan's eyes were deep, and his eyes were contemplative.

The phantom revealed in the lens was almost the same as what the evil god had given him.

It's the same situation within the immortal mountain!

Sima Yuan's eyes flashed rapidly, and his gaze looking down seemed to be blazing and hot.

He needs to collect all the lenses this day!

Whoever dares to stop it will not die!

Sima Yuan turned to look at the old monk, with a soothing look on his face, "Master, who is sitting in Songjing City now?"

The thoughtless monk was thinking about how to get rid of this murderer, and after hearing this at this moment, he instinctively wanted to deny it.

However, after raising his eyes, he saw a pair of deep eyes, and he immediately felt a chill in his heart.

Then he sighed quietly in his heart, and bowed his head slightly, "Yes, the poor monk has an old relationship with the former lord of Qingsong, and he has received great favor from him, so before he died, he promised to guard him for fifty years!"

Sima Yuan bowed his head slightly, "I see."

Wusi cautiously glanced at Sima Yuan, and after seeing that he was not displeased, he said softly: "This Taoist friend can rest assured, today's matter is as tight-lipped as a bottle, and it will never be passed on." ”

Sima Yuan waved his hand, "It's okay."

He glanced at the thoughtless monk, pretended to mutter for a moment, and then raised his head to face it

Wu Siyan said: "I want to collect this Tianshu lens, I don't know what the master taught me?"

The thoughtless monk secretly said in his heart, here.

After a moment of silence on his face, he said slowly: "Fellow Daoists, you should know that my Qingsong Kingdom is separated from the Tianshu Kingdom in the past, and he is in the same vein as Liuli Country and Black Cloud Country and my Qingsong, and he is considered an old acquaintance. ”

Sima Yuanyu raised his eyebrows, "The master's intention is to go to the Liuli Country and the Black Cloud Country to get close to and make friends?"

After hearing this, Wu Siyan scolded secretly, but said with a forced smile on his face: "Daoyou said that it was funny, with the meaning of a poor monk, Daoyou may be able to negotiate with the lords of the two countries, and allow them to exchange some of their heavenly treasures, treasures, beauties, or territorial cities in exchange for those fragments of remnants that do not know the purpose." ”

He glanced at Sima Yuan and said cautiously: "They still don't know about today's affairs, so they may take this opportunity to exchange them." ”

Sima Yuan smiled lightly, waved his sleeves and said, "What if the two countries know that this treasure is important but are unwilling to exchange it?"

Monk Wusi's face froze, and he continued to say in a humble manner: "Fellow Daoist said that it was funny, even if the old man has studied it for decades, he has not cracked its secrets, how can he know." ”

Sima Yuan waved his hand and no longer continued to tease the old monk who was obviously different.

He said lightly: "Since the master can't think of a way, then the poor road has a good idea, but it needs the master's assistance. ”

Wusi was about to shake his head, but he heard Sima Yuan say quietly: "This matter must be brought forward by the master."

After being silent for a while, Wusi said slowly: "What do you want?"

Sima Yuan took a step forward, looked down below, and said lightly: "Assist Yang Xi to ascend to the pole, collect the northern cities, and then attack Liuli and Heiyun Kingdom afterwards, and unify the entire Tianshu Three Kingdoms!"

Wusi gasped when he heard this, and after taking dozens of steps back, he waved his hand again and again: "No, this matter is absolutely impossible!"

Sima Yuan glanced at him, chuckled, and said slowly: "Since the master is unwilling, then the poor Dao will do it himself." ”

Immediately, his momentum shrouded all directions, and he suddenly sucked in thousands of miles of spiritual opportunity.

After he exhaled lightly, he said with a cold gaze: "But if you make a move, you will definitely destroy the sect and destroy the country, but any obstacle will be completely crushed!"

He said murderously: "Those who oppose me will be destroyed, and they will never be able to be reborn!"

"Those who hinder me will abolish their cultivation, destroy their relatives and families, and destroy their teachers and sects!"

"But if there is any dissatisfaction, the family will be wiped out, and the grass will be eradicated!"

Wusi gasped and looked at Sima Yuan like a devil.

He was cold, and he was cold.

He absolutely believed that since these words could come out of his mouth, they would be able to say and do.

After a long time, Wusi sighed for a long time, and said in a somewhat depressed shape:

"That's it, if you promise that the poor monk will not kill the ring, I will help you. ”

Sima Yuan's murderous aura suddenly retracted, and he immediately smiled gently:

"Master rest assured, Poor Dao is not indiscriminately killing innocent people, as long as the remaining lenses are found, Poor Dao will stop. ”

Thoughtlessly, he sighed softly, "I hope."

Half a day later, Cui Yong announced the opening of the city to welcome the 'king'.

Ten months later, Yang Xi, the new lord of Qingsong, entered the imperial city and took charge of the government as a superintendent.

On the first day of his tenure, he deposed the city lord Zhu Can, the lord of Yin Xu, and moved to the southwest.

Later, he successively deposed nearly five major city lords, including Xu Yanbo, the lord of Northern Liao, and Wang Jun, the lord of Yongyan City.

Until the time when he intended to abolish the Beigong Yi Taishi, the imperial court was paralyzed.

Ten days later, Yang Xi withdrew the edict.

Ten months later, Yang Xi, the superintendent, ascended to the pole.

Since then, he has been imprisoned in the imperial study.

The decree came out from the North Palace City and the Taiji Palace.

The power of Qingsong is in the hands of one person.

That person, overlooking Tianshu, intended to be in the Eastern Wilderness.