On the square of Qianzhang, in front of the half-step hall.

Gu Xiaoqi is like an ancient god and Buddha who has experienced 100,000 years of vicissitudes, full of sadness, and the tide rises and falls.

On both sides stood the third deputy of the Law Enforcement Hall and many disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall, and the third deputy stood straight, full of doubts in his heart, but he didn't dare to step forward and ask half a sentence.

Directly below, three thousand inner disciples, tall and straight, neat and orderly, their eyes shining and polished.

Of the three thousand inner disciples, no one is crooked, no one is talking to each other, no one is coming forward to ask, no one is casting magic powers, they are cultivating in seclusion, collecting breath, and often scaling and fansuke.

After a while, a few rays of light crossed the sky, and several men and women in flowing clothes appeared on Qianzhang Square.

These people are immortal, not stained with dust, black-haired robes, and their faces are exquisite, just like the immortals in the painting, as soon as they landed, they stepped forward and asked: "Xiaoqi, it was you who sounded the death knell for a hundred years, could it be that the second senior brother passed away." ”

Before the words fell, a thunderous roar came from afar: "Your second senior brother is not dead yet?"

The thunder fell, and a dazzling ancient sword stood in front of several people, and the majestic and vast and simple aura came out, even the disciples standing on the outermost part of the Qianzhang Square seemed to have returned to the ancient times and were in the wilderness.

Lonely, lonely, uneasy.

The second senior brother cultivated the sword of time in Broken Wall Mountain, and cultivated to reach the peak, at this moment, he showed his true face, like a young man in his twenties, heroic and refreshing, and his spirit was like jade.

"Hahaha, Second Senior Brother, aren't we worried about you?"

Several people looked sloppy, and their eyes couldn't help but turn to Tianjealous Peak.

"Senior sister, why did you pass away?"

Tianjealous Peak, the head of the Beidou, perennial thunder rolling, electric snake swimming, with the meaning of jealousy in the sky, wonderful words and dust are majestic in Tianjealous Peak, has not been born for many years, at this moment, all the palms are there, but she is absent.

Isn't it obvious?

Several people glanced at each other a few times, sadness grew in their eyes, and they bit their lips in silence.

"Are you itchy skin, dare to curse me secretly? ”

At this moment, the fragrance of roses came from the air, accompanied by a bit of burnt chicken thighs, and a pretty girl in cardamom years, grabbing chicken thighs in one hand and holding a wine jug in the other, stepped into the air step by step.

She was as fast as a snail, but she landed in front of several people in a matter of steps.

"Before the sky is broken, how can I die!"

Miao Yanchen has a smile on his face, giving people the feeling of peach blossoms blooming in early spring.

When a few people saw the senior sister's wonderful words, they hurriedly stepped forward and said: "The senior sister has cultivated to the world, and the blessings are all over the sky, how can she pass away?"

"That's not right!"

"Senior sister cultivates to cover the world, Hong Fu Qitian, and her heart is tied to the Taixu Sword Sect, how can she be willing to ascend to immortal?"

Miao Yanchen seems to be a naughty little girl, but in fact, everyone knows that she is notoriously short-tempered, if she is unhappy, then their skin is really rolled up.

Now!

Only Gu Xiaoqi, who had fluttering white hair, was indifferent, as if everything in front of him did not exist, and he was full of sadness and waves.

This sadness instantly drew everyone to the past.

"The Seven Peaks Sect has already arrived here, could it be that he is the sect master?"

"The Sect Master has ascended?"

"No, it's the death knell. ”

"The Sect Master has passed away?"

The six of them quickly looked at the Transformation God Temple of the Transformation God Peak, and they were sad and sorrowful.

The main cultivation of the Taixu Sword Sect is unpredictable, and it is very likely that he will turn his sword and ascend, becoming the first person to ascend in five hundred years.

Now it is ringing the death knell.

This kind of cultivation has to end prosperously for the world, so why not be sad.

"The shadowless fairy child is gone, and the fairy road is gone......"

If the shadowless fairy child is still there, the sect master will inevitably be able to ascend to immortality, and they also have hope, and five hundred years ago, the shadowless fairy fairy passed away, and there is no one in the world who welcomes the immortal, and the powerful sect master has to pass away, so what are they.

The six of them were discouraged, and their hearts were extremely heavy.

"Death?"

"You are dead, your whole family is dead. ”

There was a roar from the Avatar Peak, like a gluttonous mountain rising up, shocking the peaks, even the outer disciples who were far away at the foot of the mountain couldn't help but stiffen physically and mentally, as if they were torn apart.

The fairy wind was slightly blowing, and I saw a little fairy baby carved in pink and jade, shouting: "This sect master is here, don't hurry up and make way for this sect master." ”

"Zong...... Sect Master!"

"Sect Master of the Taixu Sword Sect, is that the child who ran over?"

The three thousand inner disciples looked at the little elf baby running towards the half-step hall, her body was like a lightning strike, her heart was like an electric beat, she was dumbfounded, and her eyes were full of horror.

"Sect Master!"

"Little sperm!"

In front of the half-step hall, all the palms were stunned and stunned.

"Doubt me?"

The little elf snorted coldly, and a wave of qi was set off in front of her, the waves were monstrous, rolling away, and in an instant, the six people were shocked, and quickly applied their cultivation to resist.

Even if they resisted, several people were still blown by the air waves, their faces were red and red, like a raging fire, and their hearts were in chaos, as if they had experienced a terrible encounter.

"It's called Brother Dong!"

Xiao Jingwa crossed her waist with one hand, pointed at everyone with the other, and gradually swept her eyes to Miao Yanchen.

"Brother Dong?"

"It's really our sect master!"

Miao Yanchen looked at the pink carved jade little elf baby staring at herself, that look seemed to hint that she said something, she couldn't help blushing, and said a little embarrassed: "Brother Dong, it's so cute!"

Little Sperm: "......"

Thrones: "......"

Brother Dong is Bai Zhendong, the sect master of the Taixu Sword Sect, and Miao Yanchen praised him like this......

Is it appropriate?

"Yanchen, Yanchen, Brother Dong just wants the chicken leg in your hand, why don't you even have this awareness. ”

The little sperm baby looked at the chicken legs, but she couldn't say it, and she was depressed in her heart.

"Hehe, Brother Dong, how did you become a child?"

Seeing the embarrassing scene, Jiebi Mountain immediately stepped forward, squatted on the ground, hooked his waist, and looked at the little Jingwa with a smile.

"I can't fly, I don't go back to old age and become a child, will I die of old age?"

The little girl pursed her lips and rolled her eyes to look at the broken cliff mountain road.

"Rejuvenation?"

"No wonder I can't see Brother Dong's cultivation!"

"Brother Dong is really wise and martial, there is no one before or since, the first in the world, unparalleled in the world, we admire and admire!"

Broken Wall Mountain praised again and again.

"You're still ...... as before"

"How?"

Broken Wall Mountain is full of anticipation, this is Brother Dong to praise him!

"Sycophants!"

Broken Wall Mountain: "......"

Xiao Jingwa shook her head, turned half a step into the hall, looked at Gu Xiaoqi, who was still in the wind and rain, and was raging with sadness: "Xiaoqi, what are you doing, it's not dawn, what death knell are you hitting, don't you know that I am a child now, do you need enough rest?"

At this moment, everyone reacted, Gu Xiaoqi rang the death knell, it was not that some of them had passed away, nor was it the sect master.

Not them, not the suzerain?

Who is it?

Does the Taixu Sword Sect have disciples worthy of ringing the death knell?

Everyone's eyes were burning, staring at Gu Xiaoqi, who was gray-haired, full of vicissitudes of life, and full of sadness, and doubts were rolling in their hearts.

"Yes, Xiaoqi, what the hell is going on, how can you ring the death knell?"

Senior Sister Miao Yanchen asked with concern.

"That's right, Xiaoqi, what's going on?"

Broken Wall Mountain opened his mouth and asked.

"I ......"

"My Gu Xiaoqi True Disciple was assassinated. ”

Gu Xiaoqi's eyes were full of vicissitudes and he choked up.

"What?"

"Your true disciple was assassinated?"

"You're going to ring the death knell?"

The rest of the people were shocked at first, and then even more shocked.

Killing a true disciple is that the thing above the neck is too ugly, and he doesn't have the courage to help him, and he needs help?

is still a true disciple of Gu Xiaoqi.

So anxious to let Gu Xiaoqi crush him to ashes?

The leaders were stunned.

What's even more shocking is that his true disciple was assassinated, and he rang the death knell?

Has he truly passed on his disciples to reverse the life and death situation of the Taixu Sword Sect, or is his status noble and comparable to that of the throne?

They don't know what the name of his true disciple is, okay?

Thrones: "......"