The city, suspended in the Shu Mountains, finally moved, but very slowly, as if it was being blown by the wind, there was no huge roar, no treasure light, just a very ordinary movement.

Wushi Zhenren let out a long breath, his nerves had been in a tense state for the past few days.

Although he had just experienced a big victory, once the various heavenly demons in that city flew straight down, the consequences were unimaginable.

At the beginning, in order to exterminate the monks who were possessed by the heavenly demons in the Heavenly Palace this time, the Daomen Committee really wasted a lot of strength.

If there is another problem in Shushan itself, no one knows what else will happen.

Li Xiaoyi stood at the door, looking at the same scene that happened in the sky, his heart was not loose, he was not sure if the other party was really coming for him, at least in this world, I am afraid that it is not a good thing......

In the Netherworld Ghost Domain, a big battle had also just ended, and the Dragon Emperor was angrily scolding the people under his hands.

It even refers to Sang scolding Huai that the Tianyu Business Alliance is useless, and a new antidote to corpse poison has not been developed for so long.

So that the remnants of the Netherworld Temple can have the strength to fight back wildly, and the most painful thing for the Dragon Emperor is the pain of losing his son when he is old!

Ao Long had turned into a zombie, and in the process of fighting the Ghost Mother, the dead woman suddenly sacrificed it to shake the Dragon Emperor's Dao heart.

It was indeed very successful, the tiger poison did not eat children, and when he saw the Ao Dragon who had already flown into the sky, the Dragon Emperor was distressed and could only kill him.

The hall was silent, even if he was the superior of the Ichthyosaur Clan, at this time, he didn't dare to say a word from his eyes, nose, nose, mouth, and heart.

And the communication demon clan from the Xiuzhen world was waiting outside the main hall at this time, with the roar of the Dragon Emperor in both ears, and then thinking about the situation he was about to report, he couldn't help but tremble, his face was pale and bloodless......

Deep in the mountains, an old beggar with a gourd on his waist was leaning on an ancient tree, holding a branch with new sprouts in his mouth, looking at the gloomy sky.

And above this ancient tree, that is, on a thick branch, there was also a small old man, who was staring at the huge hanging city in amazement.

"What is this?" shouted to the ancient spirit, startled, under the tree.

The old beggar squinted, his eyes were rarely revealed, and his face did not have the lazy appearance of not caring about everything in the past.

The ancient spirit lay on the trunk of the tree, his head shrunk under the leaves, and stared at the slow-moving hanging city with a look of horror.

"Let's go, go up and have a look!" the old beggar's voice suddenly sounded in Gu Ling's ears.

"You're crazy!" Gu Ling blew his beard and glared, but he was afraid that his breath would be too exposed, and when he quickly shrank his body, his body actually flew up involuntarily.

Gu Ling was a little inexplicable, and when he reacted, he was already in the air, only one step away from the hanging city.

"Oh bad old man, you think you're him, this is not something we can handle at all!" Gu Ling shouted in horror.

The old beggar suddenly smiled and said, "How do you know that I am really inferior to him?"

"If you want to die, you can die yourself, Lao Tzu still wants to live!"

The old beggar was even more excited, and when his momentum suddenly rose, heaven and earth responded, everything was quiet, and he was the center of the meeting.

When he threw his hand, Gu Ling's body had already flown out, but he heard the latter cry out in horror: "You are going to die, leave the wine to me!"

The old beggar didn't hear it, and his whole body crackled and made bursts of popping sounds.

When the already tall body becomes taller and bigger again, the white hair turns black, and the skin that is wrinkled like the bark of an old tree begins to regain its youth like dead wood in spring.

The handsome face, the white jade-like luster, began to emanate from the whole body, radiant, and there was an awe-inspiring sword intent that penetrated the nine heavens, crushing the Quartet!

Gu Ling's eyes widened, as if he had met the old beggar for the first time, and shrank himself behind the ancient tree.

"Sword Cultivator?" Gu Ling swallowed, a little incredulous, especially the slightly familiar aura that made him tremble.

And when a sword sound sounded again, a sword intent that was different from Fang Cai's sword intent burst out, and an extremely familiar figure seemed to appear in front of Gu Ling's eyes.

The bright red robe is as red as blood, a single sword, you can move the heavens and the earth, and it is another sword, crisscrossing the ghost domain of the underworld, a sword to swing it, never defeated, lost, and even one more sword.

And Gu Ling only knew that he was from this realm, but he had never heard of anyone mentioning him, only the old beggar in front of him, who knew people and swords, but he didn't want to say in detail.

Whenever the two of them reminisced about the past and the present, he always admired the sword he had seen, which was the real sword of the swordsman, and there was no sword in the world!

Gu Ling subconsciously rubbed his eyes, the big red robe turned into a beggar suit again, not that person, just an old beggar who had become young again, but he was magnificent, where was there still a shadow of the past.

"That person is my junior, and the sword he can wield, I will naturally make it!"

As he spoke, he picked up the gourd on his waist and drank it with his head up, and in this process, somehow, the memories of the past rushed straight to his brain along with the strong aroma of wine.

But it was the scene when the two met for the first time, it was an underground tomb, and there was a golden armor corpse buried deep in it, and it was also the beginning of that day, and there were successors to the inheritance of the Sword Washing Pavilion.

He was distracted by the surrendered golden armor corpse, and then there was Kunlun's battle to the sky, and everyone in the world thought of him as dead, even the best friend in the past.

This is the case with the sword that opened the sky after the demon lord, so everyone is dead, why should I call?

And he is still there, with the help of the golden armor corpse, recasting the body, and then achieving the land god fairyland, guarding this hard-earned newcomer world.

The old beggar's blood was boiling, and the excitement that he hadn't had for a long time was all on the sword, the demon lord was no more, and the beloved person, the teacher, were all turned into clouds and smoke in the red dust.

That person has left, because in this world, there is no one who can let him out of the sword, there is no nostalgia, because there is no distraction, and walking is also walking, and never looking back!

And he drank the wine of forgetting worries, drinking it for thousands of years, and then drinking, he was still drunk and dreamed of death, and he never forgot all the things in the past.

The wine is still mellow, and the wine can still make people forget their worries, but the person who drinks can no longer deceive himself without getting drunk and everyone is drunk.

At this moment, his mind turned sharply, staring at the north, and suddenly said: "Little friend, look at the sword!"

Then there is a walk in the air, and there is also a singing, and the lyrics are: "I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the wind and dust, and I have a sword, enough to swing a thousand years!"