Chen Chen found that since he was thought to have cultivated the "Blood Demon Dafa", his body had recovered extremely quickly, and after cultivating the "Diamond Sutra", he found that his state of mind was like stopping water, as long as he did not urge the dantian qi, fighting with others would not have the risk of entering the demon by only using external strength, and what made him feel a little surprised was that his current external strength realm was comparable to that of a wooden fish, and even surpassed.

After a discussion between the two, Mu Yu shook his head and sighed, Chen Chen was a natural martial arts wizard, but he didn't know that if he hadn't broken into Chen Chen's room that night, Chen Chen would probably be stronger now than now.

Early this morning, Chen Chen was pulled by Muyu to the gate of Da Lei Yin Temple, and Muyu looked like a god, telling him that there would be a big man here today.

When Chen Chen asked him who he was, Mu Yu's face had a look of admiration.

"I heard that the Western Desert was not so stable a long time ago, and the Western Desert before I was born was even more chaotic, full of demons. ”

"Demons?"

"It is said that some people have gone astray in order to practice martial arts, but instead they have practiced themselves to be neither human nor ghost, and the most evil of them is that some exercises need to eat people to progress, and the "Blood Demon Dafa" that you suspect seems to be one of those evil skills. ”

Hearing this, Chen Chen looked at Muyu with some surprise, and there was a little more fear in his heart, fortunately, he was not enchanted at that time.

"Everyone knows that the West Desert is behind the West Chu, which is like the back garden of the West Chu, but the West Chu let the flowers bloom in the back garden, but he didn't pick any of them, until the demon broke out at that time, and the people of the West Desert were struggling to make a living, and then the West Chu was touched and sent a general to lead the army to the West Desert. ”

"General? If there is really a demonic disaster, those people in the martial arts will be afraid of the army? I heard that in the Demon Sect a long time ago, it seems that there was an army of its own, and there was already an army, plus the people who went astray as you mentioned, then the general would not be able to please him, could it be that the general is also a martial arts master?"

When he said this, Chen Chen already had a look of disbelief on his face, after all, the old drunkard had said before, if he was really a martial arts master, how could he be willing to be confined to the imperial court, not to mention, how could the imperial court send the army to him with such confidence.

"That's the most powerful thing about that big man, he wasn't a so-called martial arts person before, kung fu, barely had a second or third grade appearance, but he just swept away the demons, and after the trouble, he stepped directly into the heavenly realm, this is what I have heard, the only strong person who enters the Tao with killing. Even the army he led is still stationed in the Western Desert, and I think you should have heard of it. ”

"Wudang?" Chen Chen asked in surprise, he naturally knew that Wudang, on the way to Da Lei Yin Temple, those storytellers said Wudang, those who boasted in the restaurant often patted their chests and said that they looked like when they served in the Wudang army, and they often heard of their names, but they didn't want this Wudang army to be so magnificent, a group of sergeants, and they actually swept a martial arts sect.

The army led is so powerful, so it seems that the person who led the army is a big man.

"Behind that big man, the people in the Western Desert gave him a nickname, Killing God, I heard that it is very tight, since the establishment of the Great Leiyin Temple, he is the only one who dares to ride a horse across the pilgrimage ladder, and no one says more than half a word. ”

Mu Yu said this to Chen Chen with a sideways face, but he didn't notice that Chen Chen's face was a little sluggish, at the top of the thousands of steps, there was a carriage, the rope between the horses and the carriage fell off, and a man and two women walked out of the car, it should be a family of three, but what made Chen Chen's face sluggish was the man on the horse.

The man was sloppy, with a gourd hanging upside down at his waist, and a tattered scabbard next to the gourd.

This person is not an old drunkard, who else can he be?

Seeing that Chen Chen was sluggish, Mu Yu couldn't help but open his mouth wide as far as he could see.

The war horse was all black, and the horse's hooves slapped on the stone ladder engraved with scriptures, like the sound of war drums, the old drunkard took off the gourd on his waist, took a sip, and then threw it to Chen Chen in front of the temple, and the war horse jumped up and stepped into the air.

The gourd spun in the air and flew towards Chen Chen, and when Chen Chen stretched out his hand, the gourd happened to fall into his hand, took the wine gourd, took a sip, and yelled: "Old drunkard, you're finally here!"

The black horse landed, there was dust and smoke raised, many years ago there was a young horse stepping on the West Desert, the royal horse saw such as coming, many years later there was a decadent man crotch black horse stepping into the air, there was dust and smoke when landing, the momentum was magnificent.

Xue San, who was standing on the cliff, smiled, holding Xue Yu who was a little surprised beside him with his right hand, and pulling Zhao Shu, who was looking at him with some eagerness, with his left hand.

"Yu'er, don't you want to suspect that Daddy doesn't have the kind of immortal powers you said?"

Xue Yu, who came back to his senses, looked forward to it, in the expectation of his wife and daughter, a snow cloud arose under Xue San's feet, the snow cloud was dirty, but there was no trace of demonic energy, the three of them stepped on the cloud, and when the cloud dispersed, it was in front of the temple of Da Lei Yin Temple.

"My father is also an immortal!" Xue Yu jumped out of Xue San's arms, shouting happily, like a chirping sparrow, today is still one day before the Buddha Festival.

The sound of the Zen staff knocking on the ground sounded rhythmically and slowly, and when everyone looked at it, the old monk Wukong stood in front of them with a compassionate face: "Amitabha, the distinguished guests are coming from afar, and they are not far away." ”

"Knowing that mistakes can be corrected, and good is great. The old drunkard looked at Wukong with a strange smile, and then didn't pay much attention to it, just pulled Chen Chen to pass by the old monk, and shouted a few words loudly: "You little drunkard, I haven't seen you for a long time, let's talk for a while." With that, he walked into the temple with Chen Chen in his arms, and everyone could vaguely hear him asking about the residence of the little drunkard.

"I've seen the Wukong Sage, I wonder if we can live in the temple?" Xue San opened his mouth with a smile, and Xue Yu praised with a smile as he spoke: "Daddy, the temple in our town seems to be much smaller than this." ”

"That's nature, little girl, if you're interested, how about picking a place to live in it with your dad for a few days, it's not only big but also lively. For some reason, the old monk's tone softened after hearing the little girl's voice, and he gave way to the side, Xue San nodded in thanks, and then walked in with the two.

"The seven sons under the ram of Li, I can see one of them before he dies, and it seems that the old man is lucky. This voice reached Xue Sanyi's ears, he paused, and then continued to walk, the old monk didn't notice that there was something strange in his eyes.

It's just one thing, there's a swaggering past you just now, and you don't even notice it.

With the five people entering the temple, there are eighteen Arhats out of the temple in the temple, eighteen Arhats money, quitting idiots with their hands folded, low eyebrows and kind eyes, and Muyu standing on the left and right of the old monk.

Seeing that the quit idiot didn't make a sound, he was shocked by the relationship between the killing god and Chen Chen on the side, and his Mu Yu could only endure the puzzlement in his heart, and he also lowered his eyebrows and folded his hands beside him.

"Quit idiot, you follow me here to welcome guests, little wooden fish, you go in and accompany Aqing." ”

Hearing the words of the old monk, Muyu didn't dare to echo, and shook his head again and again, you must know that when the dart head called Wang Anshan came here to visit the Buddha a few days ago, he frowned after knowing what was going on with Wang Qing, Wang Qing didn't take the initiative to come to him, and he didn't dare to take the initiative to touch the moldy head of the big dart.

Seeing this scene, twenty people have a smile on their faces, there is still one day of the Buddha Festival, twenty people have lined up in front of the big thunder sound temple, waiting for the guests from afar.

But not every guest from afar is coming to the Great Leiyin Temple, there is a white-eyed old man leading a green ox lying on the ground leaning against a tree, there is a child next to the tree, the child is holding a sword, the sword is very strange, like a ring ruler after a sword hilt, the scabbard is simple, the sword is very long, the child is holding the sword, but the sword is higher than him.

"Master, who are we waiting for here?"

"Wait for a villain. ”

"What kind of villain? Do you need to take action yourself, master?"

The old man's eyebrows floated, and the old man pointed to the sky: "I haven't seen what the sky looks like for so long, I can't help it today, I want to see it." ”

This sentence is not what he asked, the little boy didn't understand, he was thinking about the appearance of the sky, isn't the lord able to see it casually, there are several so-called immortals in the valley who can fly around in the sky, why did the lord come here to see the sky.

The old man didn't intend that Xiao Tong could understand this sentence, he had been lonely for a long time, although there were many saints in this world, but not many of those who were bare-handed could catch their swords.

As for the sweeping monk in the Great Lei Yin Temple, although his martial arts realm is already very high under this world, he cares about too many things and has too many distractions in his heart, and he can't stop this hatred in his hand.

Originally, when the Sword Saint was born, he wanted to give it a try, but that person seemed to have other Lao Shizi missions, too many martial artists in this world were already impure, since he held the hatred of the sky in his hands, it was not good to see the real heavenly people.

The old man has lived long enough, he doesn't care about the prosperity of the dynasty, and he doesn't care what will happen in the sword valley under his seat, the old man made his sword for the first time at the age of fifteen, and fought all over the world.

At the age of forty, the old man was rated as the first among the people who use swords in the world, and the hatred of the sky was rated as the first sword in the world, but the old man didn't care about this so-called false name at all, he was a real sword idiot.

There are people in this world who are sword-resistant, some people are sword-controlled, only the old man is confident that he is one with the sword, the most famous swordsman in the world except him Situ Haoran, in his eyes is only a swordsman after all, the old man has never been out of the sword since he was eighty years old, sitting in the sword valley, he quietly watched the rise and fall of this world, and the rivers and lakes were rolling.

The old man disdains to mix too much trouble in this world, and the old man has his own pride, because the old man is called Wang Bai, even if the martial arts in the academy use the sword no matter how powerful, he can only be rated as the first person under Wang Bai.

Wang Bai did hesitate for a long time, because everything in the sky is really unknown, although after hearing about the gate of heaven, he can become an immortal, but the unknown, after all, will bring fear, that many years ago, the first person to walk alone in the rivers and lakes Meng Chen entered the gate of heaven, isn't he still a wisp of soul behind the gate.

There is another thing that fear brings, called excitement, Wang Bai's curiosity about the heavens and the excitement of wanting to challenge the gate of heaven gradually rose to the extreme, and the fuse that finally made him decide to get out of the Sword Valley was Duan Chungang's death.

No one knows, when Wang Bai and Duan Chungang were young, the two were very good friends, Duan Chungang loved to drink lotus seed wine, but lotus seed wine was taught by Wang Bai how to brew, Wang Bai rode a green ox, but not many people knew that this meat-loving green cow was once under Duan Chungang's seat, and the death of his old friend really moved Wang Bai to act.

Originally, his sword was waiting for Duan Chungang to fight with him after he naturally entered the sainthood, but Duan Chungang's death made him unable to wait any longer, so he took the sword and went to the Western Desert, as for this his waiter, if he still has some remains or something like that, it is always good to have a corpse collector, not to mention, since the first kendo in his heart is himself, then he is naturally the best person in the Sword Valley after his death, this boy called Wang Er is the best in his Sword Valley, and it is ridiculous to think that the boy who has never used a sword is the most suitable person to use a sword in Sword Valley。

He traveled westward with his sword, and the little boy followed him, contaminated with a lot of sword energy, and he believed that this child would definitely be able to become a very strong swordsman, a real swordsman, of course, if he could surpass himself, it would be better.

Wang Bai didn't want to wait any longer, the green cow was still shaking its nose on the grass, Wang Bai patted the green cow: "Old friend, I have to go with Chungang, if I can come back, how about inviting you to drink wine and eat meat?"

Qingniu snorted a few times with his nose impatiently, and pulled off a little grass in his mouth to chew, Xiao Tong looked at Wang Bai, there was reluctance in his eyes, he couldn't think of how to leave Wang Bai, he thought for a long time, and only said: "Master, you are gone, what should I do?"

Wang Bai smiled very kindly, from today's review to the previous sound, Wang Bai has never smiled so kindly, maybe only his hatred of the sky has seen him smile, but at this time, facing this sword in Wang Bai's eyes, Wang Bai smiled.

"The master has lived long enough, you can watch how the master uses the sword in a while, you are the best gift I left to this world. ”

Wang Er is just a little boy, he doesn't seem to understand what he hears, Wang Bai slashed his finger on his chest a few times, Xiao Tong's heart seems to have an extra sword, Wang Bai looked at the little boy who seems to understand whether he understands or not, he is already very satisfied with this future sword of the world, but he knows that his old buddy is not satisfied at all.

The old guy Duan Chungang was dissatisfied that he had been sitting in Sword Valley, that he had not accompanied him through the Gate of Heaven, that he had not been satisfied that he had not been the little guy who had seen him a few times when he was a child and called Master Wang with a smile against the heavenly people.

He is even more dissatisfied with his old buddy, he has not been out of the sheath to smell the smell of this world for a long time, and he is even more dissatisfied with the name of hating the sky, but he has never seen how high the sky is in this world.

Wang Bai is no longer ready to wait, if the villain doesn't come, then what if he goes to his territory to find him?

Left a sword scabbard that hated the sky, a long rainbow rose from the flat ground, straight to the height of the heavenly palace, there is a sword saint in the world, Wang Bai travels in the sky.

Xuanyuan Ce, who was sitting in the Heavenly Palace and was about to wait another day to go down the mountain, his eyebrows jumped, he felt an extremely sharp sword intent, when that sword intent struck, he already knew who it was, there was only one person in this world who could have such a sword intent, Sword Saint Wang Bai!

But what he didn't expect was that this sword intent was so resolute, like a big river, flowing backwards from the ground to the sky, Changhong hung upside down and hated the sky, and sighed at the invincible in the world!

Hating the sky has been low in the sheath for decades, and today out of the sheath, Wang Qi is alone, hating the sky and a sword, one person and a sword shaking the heavenly palace, and the heavenly machine array is under this sword, with the entire ethereal peak, and it shook several times.

"I heard that you have a heavenly sword, and it just so happens that I also have a human sword, Wang Bai holds a human sword, please hold a heavenly sword and go down the mountain to fight!" Wang Bai held the bladeless hatred of the sky in one hand, pointing directly at the heavenly palace.

The world only knows that the sword in Wang Bai's hand has no blade, but he doesn't know that Wang Bai himself is the blade of the sword in his hand.

Somewhere near the Great Lei Yin Temple, Situ Haoran felt this sword intent, his eyes were full of fanaticism, and he looked at the place of the Heavenly Palace.

In the Da Lei Yin Temple, there are old drunkards, old monks, and sword idiots who feel this sword intent.

The old drunkard just paused and continued to chat with the little drunkard he hadn't seen for a long time.

The idiot hesitated for a moment and looked at the old monk who was still standing next to him smiling, the old monk was speechless, but the immobile figure had already told the answer that the idiot didn't have to move.

The old monk looked up at the distant sky, he knew that this was the pride that belonged to Wang Bai, and this pride also belonged to the sword in his hand, so no matter who it was, he couldn't help today, even if he might be able to destroy the Heavenly Palace today, but anyone could do it, but it was Wang Bai, it just didn't work.

If this sword idiot senses that someone is helping, his first move will only be to kill the person who helped him first, even if he is called a demon monk, he will not dare to make a move, this is the deterrence of the sword saint, if Meng Chen can be the best in the world back then, and there are many heroes in the world today, then the strongest among the heroes of this dynasty is Wang Bai!

Li Gongyang is a contemporary literary talent who comes out once in a thousand years, and Wang Bai is the first swordsman in history!