But it was said that Zhao Xiaobai's sword slashed, the green mountains were half-opened, the river was cut off, and the sky and the earth changed color.

This sword really has the power of a saint to change the heavens and the earth!

The strong people in the world are suddenly sensitive.

Dongsheng Shenzhou, a mysterious place, surrounded by fairy clouds.

Under the majestic mountains, there is a clear stream.

A middle-aged scholar in a thin spring shirt, barefoot in water, holding a yellowed ancient scroll in his hand, slowly flipping through it.

There was a cloud floating in the sky, and he looked up at the sky, as if he was a little confused, and then smiled slightly.

Stretching out his finger and flicking it into the air lightly, two weak and invisible clouds flew up, turning into two small scholars in mid-air.

The scholar flew by in the sky, his mouth opening and closing, as if he was saying something.

Suddenly, in the world, the super-first-class powerhouses such as the demi-saints and sub-saints of the Confucian Temple, including the world of the Confucian Temple, heard a strong voice in their ears:

Although the Taoist sage has reached the limit, he will fall in one day. However, the Taoist spirit is not exhausted, and where my Confucian Temple belongs, I can't force it too much. ”

In the south, the holy mountain looms in the clouds, attracting thousands of Buddhas to worship and worship.

In a large hall of golden light, the white-eyed monk with a sinking face suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the sky in disbelief.

After a long time, the monk squinted and withdrew his gaze, and said to a crow beside him: "Amitabha!

"Well, it has been nearly a thousand years since you have been by my side, and from today onwards, you will also go through the red dust. ”

"It must be remembered that since ancient times, Buddhism and Taoism have been difficult to stand, and his Taoist saint has died, just because he is a little boy, is it possible to turn the sky upside down?"

The crow called twice, spread its wings, and suddenly turned into a red-clothed monk, crouched in front of the white-eyed monk's case, bowed silently a few times, and slowly walked outside the hall.

A moment later, like a rainbow after a rain, the sacred mountain disappeared into the clouds.

Beiju Luzhou, the dark hall, I don't know where in the world.

A strong man covered in armor opened his red eyes, frowned slightly, and raised his right palm suspiciously.

The palm of his right hand suddenly emitted light, revealing a large and misty world:

In the vast white world, a little Taoist with red lips and white teeth suddenly appeared, walking alone among the mountains and rivers covered with ice and snow.

It seems that he wants to endure all the hardships of the world, taste the hardships of the world, and visit all the famous mountains and rivers......

The armored man looked at it strangely for a long time, and grinned: "It's also a little interesting." ”

"But it didn't work out. ”

"Heaven and earth are so high, Hongmeng is endless, the road is difficult, where you can go, it is difficult to say. ”

"What a way. ”

As soon as he said that, he suddenly snorted, and several mysterious figures appeared silently in the hall, kneeling in front of him, and asked in unison, "What does the Demon Venerable command?"

The black-armored man said coldly: "Order, attack!"

......

Nakayama is beautiful.

Ancient poems: There are many immortal mountains in the west, and it is difficult to match in the middle mountains. The clouds embrace the snow in the middle of the ridge, and the flowers spit out a stream of smoke.

This is where the most prestigious immortal sect in Xiniu Hezhou for thousands of years, the Zhongshan faction, is located.

On the side of the peaks of the middle mountains, under the sea of clouds and fog pines.

A girl with beautiful eyebrows and bright eyes, her round face is as bright as the stars and the moon.

Wearing a dark long skirt with fluttering sleeves, she was half-lying in the purple sea of Gesang flowers looking up at the blue sky, and she didn't know what to think in her heart.

The stems of Gesang flowers are slender, square and edged, and the leaves are long and curved, hanging like rabbit ears, dark green.

The thin flowers are clustered together, and they are not brilliant when viewed alone.

But this flower is always a large piece of life, gathered into a sea, it is really purple and boundless.

Although the Taoist saint has fallen, the mountain is already a place of sorrow and nostalgia.

But on this mountain, it is really full of spring.

A breeze rose, and a young man in brocade clothes and jade belts, with a tall figure and a handsome face, suddenly turned out on the side of the mountain.

With a cold face, he shouted, "Senior Sister Fang, still not down?"

The girl was taken aback, and replied urgently, "Ah, Senior Brother Xiao, why are you here?"

As he spoke, his body suddenly fluttered like a Gesang flower leaf blown by the wind, and he leaned and fluttered in the air, drifting towards the place where the young man spoke.

The young man pursed his lips and sneered in his heart: Isn't it just the wind?

"You're better to fall in front of me, and fall into a decay, it's more like some ......."

The girl was shocked and said, "Senior brother, I... I..."

The young man snorted, his eyes were whiter and darker, and he said, "You've been beginner for almost ten years, right? Even if you can't be promoted to an elite disciple, is it possible that you still have to be so crooked and slanted like this?"

"The peach banquet is more than halfway, and the competition is about to start, follow me down the mountain. ”

... On the competition square, gongs and shengs are sounded, demons dance, and human voices are like a tide.

Standing tall in the ring, flags fluttered.

One flag chicken learns to dance, one flag dog has wings, and one flag snake wraps around the gourd.....

Because of the fall of the Dao Saint, a very complicated ceremony had been held before the Pan Tao Banquet to mourn this immortal giant.

The square was covered with white curtains, and many white and light purple flowers were shivering in the wind.

Several major immortal sects in the West Niuhe Continent, several princes and wealthy families of the secular kingdoms of Great Chu, Dayu, and Cangyue Kingdoms, princes and princesses.

There are also all kinds of dignitaries, newly promoted wealthy businessmen, celebrities, and cold beauties from high-ranking lords, who also came.

It seems that most of the characters with heads and faces in Xiniu Hezhou have come.

On the edge of the square, there are several flying boats parked, which are ancient and gloomy, and it makes people look greedy.

There are also a few cranes, and I don't know which of the private mounts of the clever immortals, striding there with their heads held high, looking at the world.

This time, the most surprising thing is that at the peach banquet just now, I have already said and seen: the four pinnacles of cultivating immortals exist in the world, the Confucian Temple, the Taoist Court, the Holy Mountain, and the Demon Sect, all of which are present.

Although I heard that except for Daoting Ancestral Mountain, the visitors from the other sects were not heavyweights, but it was also extraordinary.

According to the old practice, the human race in Dongsheng Shenzhou and the demon race in Beiju Luzhou also sent some ill-intentioned representatives to "observe".

Xiniu Hezhou, of course, is the demon clan.

In the south, there is a lot of miasma, the Gobi is boundless, and the grasslands are vast.

That mysterious continent, although there are now two schools of Buddhism and Taoism preaching and infiltrating there, has been the territory of all ethnic groups since ancient times.

... Ziyue held half of the plucked peach in her hand, wiped her mouth, chewed and gnawed behind her senior brother Zhao Xiaobai, and looked east and west in the square.

The bigwigs of all factions and ethnic groups are already sitting on the high platform, where they are playing haha with each other, each with their own scheming.

The Heavenly Daoist sat there, his waist straight, with a faint smile on his face, as if he was secretly happy.

The main envoys of other sects were surrounded by flowers, surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, one by one, praising each other, talking and laughing loudly.

There was only a person in front of the Heavenly Daoist, and no one stopped.

Those who came to say hello just left in a hurry.

There are even some people who are not good enough, when they greet the Heavenly Dao people, they say "look up for a long time" in their mouths, their eyes are dripping, and they have already looked elsewhere.

What is left for the old Taoist is often a side face.

This is actually very rude, but it doesn't even mean to look up for a long time.

The people of the Heavenly Dao didn't think they were angry at all, and they were still smiling.

Sincerely say words of encouragement or gratitude, and do not neglect any guest.

He seemed to be in a good mood and in good spirits.

This made the people of the Zhongshan and Shanxi factions in Zhongshan, as well as the people of several kingdoms in the West Niuhe Continent, a little confused.

One by one, they thought in their hearts: The Beishan faction is now withering and cold.

The five disciples of Qingluan Peak who came this time are unknown, and I heard that they are very unlearned.

That junior disciple is only worthy of the Condensation Pulse Realm, and he really can't be on the stage.

But this old man, steady as a rock, how happy is he?

Or, perhaps, he was hiding his embarrassment.

That's just as well.

If my sect also falls into the same situation as the Beishan faction, and I have no choice but to appear in front of this vast number of people, can I still cry except for blindly smirking?