The boy who came from outside the city, walking forward with his hands in his hands, looking like a child, but walking in a very old city. The appearance also looks very cute, if it is seen by the eldest lady in the deep boudoir, maybe she will run out, hug it, and kiss it on the white and tender little face.

The boy is from the Ghost Valley, and he looks the most immature, but he is the eldest among their brothers and sisters.

His name is Xiang Dongliu, a river flowing eastward.

Xiang Dongliu is the first time to come to Qingzhou, so while walking, he secretly smacked his tongue at the surrounding scenery, architecture and humanities, especially the night scene of Qingzhou, after all, it is the most prosperous city along the Wenshui coast, and there are words in his mouth, but his voice is very small, and he can't hear what he is saying.

I happened to pass by a night market, and the Qingzhou night market during this time period was still very crowded. In the center of the crossroads, an extremely fast carriage suddenly broke into the side, probably because Xiang Dongliu was too short and small, and the middle-aged man driving did not notice anyone at all.

The carriage whizzed by.

Seeing that Xiang Dongliu was about to be knocked to the ground.

Bloodshed is coming.

The carriage approached, and the middle-aged man finally discovered the danger, but at this time, the carriage was no longer controllable by him, and it was impossible to change the route, so he could only use all his strength to pull the reins of the carriage.

The red steed, with its hooves jumping high, then hit the ground heavily.

It's weird.

The tragedy that everyone expected did not happen.

Xiang Dongliu, who had been holding his hands behind his back and moving forward unhurriedly, just walked over unharmed!

The boy was like the water in the air, his body seemed to be in the same space as the carriage at all, or was it simply dazzling?

The scene is very strange and unpredictable.

But.

Exceptional harmony.

A black crow flew over the city, happened to see this strange and unpredictable phenomenon, and then directly screamed twice in the air.

Very ordinary crow calling.

But in the ears of those who have a heart, it is like being struck by lightning.

About a cup of tea.

When Xiang Dongliu had just walked through the night market and walked to a stone bridge, a large group of black-clothed people suddenly poured into Qingzhou in the night.

The street vendors were dumbfounded: "Are the gangs fighting?

Black-robed, black-armoured, black-feathered, black-robed...... Black is the most admired color in the Ghost Valley, and this group of black robes is like a pilgrimage, coming and standing together, a full three hundred and fifty-nine people.

Rumble!

He bowed his head respectfully, and said neatly in a not very big, but very deep voice: "Meet the Immortal Master." ”

......

The night is as cool as water.

The time is approaching.

When Ning Shi in the Treasure Pavilion happened to get the sachet and She Wan'er just started to unlock the sachet seal, Xiang Dongliu from the Ghost Valley stood upright on the roof of the tallest building in Qingzhou and picked up the star tower.

Pick up the star building.

The building is thirteen feet high.

There was once a poet who gave a poem to Lou to pick up the star, which got its name and spread for a hundred years.

Xiang Dongliu was wearing a black shirt, and the black robe behind the shirt danced in the wind, standing steadily on the corner of the Lang Pavilion, with a strange scene.

The stars are shining brightly tonight, and the moon is in the middle of the sky.

I don't know when.

Forty-nine Kong Ming lanterns rose quietly, and each of these wicks actually concealed countless souls, the souls picked from the fallen horse grassland, Xiang Dongliu said softly: "Mow the grass." ”

Again, he said, "Cover the sky." ”

Then the lamps of the unjust souls suddenly froze in the air, motionless.

Xiang Dongliu's small body looked up at the starry sky, but there was a mark in the palm of his hand, which was exactly the same as She Wan'er's, but the words were different.

It's all the imprint of a thousand miles.

The treasures of the Middle-earth cultivation world, after so many years of going around and around, have all run into the hands of others.

Cultivation is about luck.

Could it be that this luck has already begun to take turns in feng shui?

Xiang Dongliu came to Qingzhou this time, nominally to urge the coalition forces to go south and encircle and suppress the Tang Kingdom, but secretly he was actually planning the Tang Kingdom's cultivation world.

Guigu uses luck to measure the heavens.

It has long been calculated, and tonight, it is in this Qingzhou city.

The Thousand Miles map will come out.

The twenty-eight seals will be gathered.

Xiang Dongliu has a part in his hands, but he doesn't know where the other part is, all he can do is wait, or directly contribute his part of the artifact.

He does not seek a mark in his hands.

He only needs this thousand miles to unfold in Qingzhou.

Guigu wants to take away the luck of the Tang Kingdom's cultivation world, and Qianlitu is a beginning, and it is also a nail chosen by Guigu.

It was probably when Ning Shi's black long sword began to devour the Qingmang Flying Sword, and the entire Qingzhou began to be covered with dark clouds, followed by lightning and thunder.

In the thunderstorm, Xiang Dongliu clasped his hands together, and his black robe suddenly shattered, turning into a black flame in the wind. Immediately afterwards, Xiang Dongliu spat lotus flowers, and a dense seal text floated in the air, wrapped in black flames, divided into five, and ignited the soul lamps around him at once.

It seems simple, but after a while, Xiang Dongliu's forehead is sweating like rain, this thousand miles is a blessed land that spread in the Tang cultivation world a thousand years ago, it is a place to cultivate the seedlings of the Tang cultivation world, and it is one of the cradles of the Tang cultivation world.

Three poems.

Three treasures.

Three caves are blessed with heaven.

This thousand miles is one of them.

"Thousands of miles into the world, blessed side, I hope that this heaven and earth can feel the call and painstaking efforts of the disciples, and show the open-air opportunity for the disciples. Xiang Dongliu silently prayed in his heart, and then slashed his sword, and the blood in his palms instantly sprinkled into the air, "I sacrifice Futu with my blood!"

As soon as these words came out.

A lightning bolt instantly descended from the sky, and Xiang Xiang's right arm flowed eastward in the middle.

Xiang Dongliu condensed his breath and ran the true element of his whole body, resisting the thunder of extreme lightning, and finally threw it away, and the power of thunder and lightning fell on the forty-nine soul lamps.

The lights go out twelve!

The flames were extinguished, the thunder and lightning were extinguished, and the Qianlitu imprint in Xiang Dongliu's palm directly turned into a green mang and fell towards a hidden courtyard in Qingzhou Mansion.

Vision Birth.

Xiang Dongliu's expression was not relaxed, vainly speculating on the heavens, vainly entering the cause and effect, he knew better than anyone the stakes in this, even if his cultivation was profound, he was a little apprehensive.

After ten breaths, there was no result.

The telegram still doesn't appear.

Xiang Dongliu gritted his teeth and sighed secretly, his hands flew in the air, and one after another mysterious mantras scattered out, each mantra attracted a wisp of black mystical qi.

The black Xuan Qi came out of the Star Picking Tower, but it appeared at the bottom of the Wenshui River.

A strange beast, its belly suddenly cracked, two marks flew away through the air, and the beast roared, as if it had suffered some great humiliation.

"Boom!"

With two loud bangs, the giant pillar in the center of the Star Picking Tower directly cracked dozens of openings at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the pavilion that had not fallen down for hundreds of years actually made a creaking sound.

Forty-nine soul-shattering lamps in the air, and then twenty-three!

Rocks flying.

Dusty.

Looking at Xiang Dongliu standing on the top of the spire of the corner of the building, he originally looked like a child, and his cheeks were wrinkled at this time, you must know that his cultivation of the anti-heaven method would never have such a situation: "Is this the condemnation of heaven and earth against me, or is it the luck of the Tang Kingdom's cultivation world that is resisting my raid?"

At this time, above the sky dome, the wind was fierce, the thunder and lightning were continuous, and even the faint sound of anger echoed in the sky, as if Xiang Dongliu had provoked the anger of the sky.

"Angry that I'm a foreigner?Angry I shouldn't speculate about your Tang Kingdom's sharp weapon?Joke!" Xiang Dongliu looked at the sky, muttered to himself, and then suddenly grinned, "The more you don't like it, the more you don't let me do it, I want to do it, which Ghost Valley Heavenly Master have you ever seen would be afraid of Lei Wei? Since entering the Ghost Valley, I am destined to be riddled with cause and effect, and I have long been careless." ”

Thunder erupted.

The alarm sounded loudly.

Xiang Dongliu, who was standing on the top of the stars, suddenly stood upright, from a child to a teenager, from a teenager to a young man, from a young man to an old man.

Burning life to improve the realm, in order to destroy the blessed land of the Tang Kingdom's cultivation world, this eastward stream actually wants to bet on a lifetime of cultivation, desperate!

Emperor Bai Qian, who was already drunk in the tavern, tilted his head, looked at the night sky, and muttered to himself: "Which fool is fighting against the heavenly machine, it's really fatal." ”

Sniffed his nose and wiped the wine off the corner of his mouth: "It seems to have the taste of heaven and earth, a good thing, my nephew is just able to use it, my uncle is here, I see who dares not to give us a place." ”

Emperor Bai Qian was not a member of the Tang Kingdom's cultivation world, and although he called Senior Brother Fei Nanhui, he didn't have too deep feelings for Middle Earth.

He wouldn't care if something went wrong with the blessed land of the Tang Kingdom.

And he has subconsciously begun to wonder, how did his stupid sister die?

Who went to forge the sword and destroy the Ning family back then?

I can't control it.

There is a saying for killing my sister.

Anyway, it is in the realm of the Tang Kingdom, and it is always inseparable from the cultivation realm of the Tang Kingdom.

Therefore, Emperor Bai Qian felt the vision in the night sky of Qingzhou, but he was happy to see it, and he even thought that if someone came over to make trouble on purpose, he didn't mind doing it, just to warm up his body in the cold night.

Bai Qiandi didn't know if he was warm or not, Xiang Dongliu's body was warm anyway, so warm that it exploded, it really exploded, and along with him, there were forty-nine soul lamps in the night sky.

The lights are out.

When the lights went out, She Wan'er in the Treasure Pavilion flew into the night sky with all the marks in her palms, and seven more flew out of the corners of Qingzhou.

There are twenty-eight imprints in total, which make up a poem.

"The heart is like jade, the eyes are like the emptiness, and the Buddha's fate is hidden in the five aggregates. The brush twists into a landscape, and the thousands of miles of pictures are different. ”

Miles of the map.

Be born.

looked at it for a long time, in fact, from Xiang Dongliu's spell casting to the picture, it was only a moment, and She Wan'er didn't have time to react for a moment. Her cultivation is very high, but there is still a distance from great gods like Bai Qiandi and Meng Bajiu, otherwise Li Xuanmin would not have died in the grassland back then.

Ning Shi held the black long sword in his hand, followed those marks and came to the outside of the house, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a splendid mountain and river, a thousand miles of pictures, and an extremely rich aura slowly seeped out from the thousand miles map.