The destruction of the world that Lu Shen said would naturally not be the flying sword named by him, but simply the literal meaning.

The middle-aged man in the gray shirt was also slightly stunned when he heard these two words.

Three thousand years ago, in that great world of fierce competition, the ancient overhauls as strong as the Seven Great Holy Lords rose one after another, if it was really the disaster of the continent's annihilation, then who would be the opponent?

The eyes of the two were almost simultaneously at the little monkey behind them.

The little monkey clasped his palms together, like a Buddhist monk, with a calm expression.

Facing the eyes of the two, it shook its head slightly.

A divine thought sounded from Lu Shen's heart, as if it was just an idea that appeared in his mind out of thin air.

The approximate meaning of this little monkey is that it has been sealed in a cocoon by the ancestor since it was born, and it has just woken up two hundred years ago, so it has no memory of what happened three thousand years ago.

Lu Shen's expression was as usual, he thought of this from the first time he saw the little monkey, and it seemed that it was indeed the case.

It's just that Lu Shen wasn't so disappointed, because he finally confirmed that something terrible must have happened three thousand years ago, and his rebirth after death was also related to this incident.

In fact, Lu Shen attached more importance to the matter of rebirth, because his soul was scattered back then, and he should have completely disappeared from the world.

And the method of condensing his incomparable divine soul back then was simply unheard of.

He rubbed the little monkey's head and said, "Sun Tiansheng is your ancestor?"

The little monkey with a string of wood-colored Buddhist beads on his head nodded.

Lu Shen looked at him.

After a while, the little monkey, who had been looking flat, suddenly looked up, as if he had heard something terrible.

Emperor Bai Luo didn't know whether he didn't pay attention to this or deliberately ignored it, and looked into the distance silently.

There is the Tianwu Platform of the Cold Cloud Sect, where today's ceremony competition began, and because of the light snow, there is a white expanse.

In that attic, after hearing the news of Situ Mo's death, Lu Miao had already gone there.

Lu Shen said calmly: "I feel a familiar aura in you. ”

The middle-aged Confucian raised his arm and pointed to a place in the distance, and said with a smile: "When I was still studying in the Biyun Peak of the Cold Cloud Sect, I met a person who traveled from afar, and I talked with him for a few days, and all the doubts suddenly became clear, and only then did I have the act of proving the demons in my heart. ”

Lu Shen was a little surprised.

"I thought he was from the academy. ”

Emperor Bai Luo said, "But I later learned that he is the eldest disciple of the current Sword Pavilion Master, that is, Su An. ”

Lu Shen nodded and said calmly: "It turned out to be Senior Brother." ”

The middle-aged Confucian suddenly took two steps back, bent down and said, "I have something to ask for." ”

Lu Shen didn't speak, because he guessed what was going on.

Lu Miao said something last night, and he naturally deduced something from it.

In the cultivation world, sometimes it is the same as the mundane, or even more mundane than the mundane.

"Because of the good deeds of the sect master two hundred years ago, the Hanyun Sect made this innate spirit monkey willing to sit here and absorb the luck of heaven and earth, so that the sect is at its peak today, and I have stayed here because of my friendship with the previous sect master and for some reasons. ”

The middle-aged Confucian looked at it, squinted his eyes and said, "But I don't know when it started, the current Cold Cloud Sect.... After all, it has changed. ”

Lu Shen said calmly: "You can say it directly." ”

Emperor Bai Luo smiled calmly: "Although Lu Miao knows how to use your relationship to solve Situ Mo, he still thinks too shallowly after all. ”

"Since you have to compete with the sect master and gain a foothold in the Cold Cloud Sect, it is not enough to just kill one Situ Mo. ”

"That's why I dare to ask you to take the identity of the Sword Pavilion and ensure that she is well in the Cold Cloud Sect. ”

"As a reward, I am willing to teach you the cultivation of my whole body, which can be regarded as repaying Su An's guidance back then. ”

Lu Shen looked at him and said, "The key to the premise of your words lies with the Sect Master of the Cold Cloud Sect. ”

The cultivation world is different from the dynasty, and the most direct way to solve the problem is the level of the realm and the strength of the battle.

Lu Shen knew this very well, so he shook his head and said, "But he should have reached the Three Realms, and I can't kill him." ”

The middle-aged Confucian looked into the distance with a calm smile.

"Leave it to me. ”

.....

The Hanyun Sect's sect ceremony lasted from early morning to late afternoon.

Lu Shen and Emperor Bai Luo stood on top of the huge Buddha statue, watching the aura surging in the distance, shining brightly.

For a long time, there was only a big red in the eyes of the two of them.

The sun sets and night falls.

The woman who had just shown her might in the sect had come here.

She looked at the dead figure that was limp on the ground, and paused for a moment, not showing the slightest emotion.

"I got the right to go to the academy. ”

Lu Miao then came to the two of them and said calmly: "I can feel Yi Qiannan's anger. ”

Yi Qiannan is the current sect master, and Lu Miao called it so, obviously the two sides have almost completely torn their faces.

Lu Shen didn't speak, just teased the little monkey casually on the side.

This scene was surrounded by Lu Miao's trance shock, and he couldn't help but be shocked when he saw it,

"You've done a great job. ”

The middle-aged Confucian patted her on the shoulder and said gently: "I found out about your eyes a few days ago, and I made some notes and put them on the desk in the study on the fourth floor, maybe it will be helpful for your cultivation, you go and see it first." I'll leave it to me here. ”

Lu Miao raised her head suddenly, with unconcealed joy in her eyes.

The middle-aged man smiled and said softly, "Go ahead." ”

Lu Miao nodded slightly, turned her head and clenched her fist lightly towards Lu Shen, and then left directly.

Lu Shen watched the red-clothed back disappear and said, "The pupil of the Hades." ”

Emperor Bai Luo's expression was complicated, and he said, "It should be." ”

There was a rumor many years ago in the mainland, which has been passed down to this day.

It is said that 80,000 feet below the bottom of the South China Sea is the land of nine secluds, and the land of nine secluded places is guarded by the ancient Hades who have been sleeping for tens of thousands of years, and presides over all the ghosts in the world.

One day, when the Hades awakened and wanted to return to the world, he squandered the world with endless spiritual power, and the cultivator with the pupil of the Hades was equivalent to the successor chosen by the Hades.

If one day this heir can reach the realm of communication with the Nine Shadows, the king of the underworld will be able to return to the world through this person.

Of course, for Lu Shen, rumors are naturally just rumors.

Night fell completely.

The middle-aged man stood up, the breeze was blowing, and his big sleeves were fluttering,

Lu Shen was a little surprised and said, "Are you serious?"

The battle of the three realms of the world for major cultivation can be different from the competition of ordinary disciples, because the combat power of the three realms can be equivalent to the void-breaking realm in sword cultivation, and it is a real fight of immortals.

And there is no distinction between high and low in the Three Realms, if the two Three Realms Cultivators want to divide life and death, unless they are crushed by the Great Realm, it is most likely a bleak situation of losing both, and there is no room at all.

Lu Shen said: "It seems that you care about her very much. ”

The middle-aged Confucian looked into the distance with a calm expression.

He shook his head suddenly, and muttered, "This is not her." ”

....

No one knew that in that fate-breaking move that later spread all over the world, Emperor Bailuo once had a dream.

In his dream, he went to a place, the head of a mottled wall, full of dead bodies, beacon fires, and smoke.

And there he saw a red-clad figure standing on the wall.

That battle has been fought for many years, and the peerless red dress seems to have stood at the top of the majestic wall for so many years.

She seemed to be waiting for someone, year after year, decade after decade, but in the end she didn't wait.

It wasn't until later that this mild-natured man learned that the dream was called the Confucian Dream Millennium.

The man whispered, "As we said before, in three years, she will ask you. ”

Lu Shen sighed and nodded slightly.

The middle-aged Confucian suddenly laughed loudly: "Su An told me back then that it was useless to be a scholar, you and I were both. ”

"But I don't think I can really be so cowardly, so I secretly learned a few tricks in the Confucian classics,"

"I hope this time I don't laugh at it. ”

Lu Shen said: "Wait and see.

The next moment.

I saw that this sharp-edged and introverted scholar who had been studying hard in the Cold Cloud Sect for decades stepped out, and the whole person completely disappeared.