In the night rain, the dustpan mountain is particularly deep and quiet, there is only one room in the Taoist temple, a lamp is like a bean, the dim and faint light is like a small butterfly, it can not fly out of the four walls of the Taoist temple, the night outside the wall is like ink, and the moonless night can not even see the outline of the forest.

The white light that appeared at a glance was not huge, but the aura was condensed to the extreme, and the white mangyan lost the outline of the dagger, like the scorching sun at noon in summer, held tightly by Orion, the bluestone slab floor, the stone steps, the mottled courtyard wall, and the deep and dense forests around were all reflected by the white light at this moment, and even dazzling to the point that they couldn't look directly.

Orion still had a kind and honest smile on his face, as if he was not handing out a life-threatening dagger, but a wine bag as usual, and he didn't feel the slightest murderous aura on his body. His movements were so natural, there was no trace of deliberate carving, only unguardedly swift speed.

One hit kills.

Such a scene had come to Orion's mind countless times, as he lurked in the vicinity of Dustpan Mountain for today's day. It's his goal, it's the task he has to do, and he's been waiting too long. Ten years have passed in a flash, and the current movements have been rehearsed thousands of times in his mind, and he knows very well that his shots are flawless, and no matter how the opponent dodges, he can reap the expected results.

Back then, the brown skin old road broke into Penglai alone, and was finally seriously injured by Zhang Jiuling, and the realm plummeted, so far he has lived in seclusion in Taoism all his life, and has never reappeared in the rivers and lakes.

A faint smile flashed in the eyes of Penglai Dao people, which was proud, relieved, and even more hideous.

The brown-skinned old man carried a handful of greens, hunched his rickety back, his emaciated skeleton seemed to fall apart at any moment, and his patched clothes made him look particularly poor and obscene, and when the white light was on, he still had a warm smile on his face that never faded.

The smile that fell into Orion's eyes was extremely humble and lowly.

He was originally a humble Taoist, a lowly Taoist, living in this deserted place, where birds don't shit, guarding a Taoist temple that was extremely dilapidated and even disdained by thieves, and the most he did was to walk dozens of miles to give medicinal herbs to those ants, and then carry those maggots-like poor people back to take care of them in the Taoist temple.

What is the point of such an act?

What is the point of cultivating all his life and saving dozens or hundreds of untouchables?

The world is in the hands of the strong, and those unfettered untouchables are just talking animals in the eyes of the strong, weak and a mess, and they are not worth treating them squarely.

Taoists should stand out from the world, be above the world, be worshiped by all the people, and let those self-righteous and powerful people crawl over and kneel at our feet. Taoists should be beautiful, every move is dusty and noble, how can they wear shabby clothes, how can they be dull, how can they have the same temperament as dust?

What's the point of saving a few untouchables who live like ants and will not have the slightest impact on the general trend of the world in their lifetime?

Since what you do is meaningless, then there is no point in your life, and since your life is meaningless, why not die?

Death is your destination!

Penglai Daochang, who has been playing Orion for ten years, has a hot and crazy light in his eyes.

The brown skin is still the same scoundrel and obscene appearance.

His right hand tightly hugged the green vegetables in his arms, and not a single leaf fell, as if these green vegetables were not worth a few copper plates, and they were more precious than gold, silver and jewelry.

The dagger reached his waist.

pierced his clothes.

Touching his old wrinkled skin.

But he could no longer advance an inch.

His left hand, imprinted on Orion's chest.

Between the palm of the hand and the chest, a little starlight appeared, and it instantly became a sea of stars.

With a click, the Taoist's chest sank.

Then the whole body flew out like a residual leaf.

Fell heavily on the forest mountain road when he came.

The brown-skinned old man who gave birth to the sea of stars in his palm was like a god in the void universe at that moment.

Penglai Daoren's body blasted a big hole in the mountain road, his limbs sank into the mud and stones, and the dagger in his hand fell at the foot of the brown old road.

He didn't move, because he couldn't move, his facial features were twisted together, and all seven holes were bleeding, he was shocked and angry, and he couldn't believe it, but these feelings were quickly replaced by hatred, and his eyes were as red as pools of blood, staring at the brown skin old man who gently withdrew his hand.

The brown-skinned old man didn't look at him again, he looked down, carefully looked at the greens in his arms, and turned around in place until he found that none of the leaves had fallen, and he showed a lucky and smug smile.

If I let that little girl know that I wasted the vegetables she had worked so hard to grow, she would definitely fight with me with her teeth and claws.

The brown-skinned old man smiled, and walked in with the green vegetables, as if he didn't know that the vegetable garden had been ruined beyond recognition by his carelessness.

The ignorance of the brown-skinned old Taoist made Penglai Daoist furious, he struggled to break free from the mud and stones, but suddenly knelt down on his ground, he supported the ground with both hands, raised his head, stared at the brown-skinned old Taoist with great viciousness, gritted his teeth and roared: "You waste! Even if you win me, you are also a waste! You have a body of cultivation, but you don't want to contribute to the rule of the world, what kind of Taoist are you, you are a waste! Hateful, the senior brother thought of the love of the same disciple of the Taoist, and did not kill you, let you escape from Penglai." If I had known that you were so embarrassed, I would have broken you into thousands of pieces!"

The brown old road stopped at the door, he turned around, looked at the Penglai Daoist in the "cave", and said with a smile: "Do you think that the old Taoist was able to leave Penglai because Zhang Jiuling was soft-hearted?"

"You waste! You are not my senior brother's opponent at all! You don't even know your kindness, you don't deserve to live!" Penglai Daoist vomited blood and shouted.

The brown-skinned old man sighed: "You don't want to think about it, if I was really seriously injured by Zhang Jiuling back then and my realm plummeted, how could you be like this now." ”

After saying this, the brown-skinned old Taoist didn't bother to pay attention to the crazy and abusive Penglai Daoist, jumped over the threshold like a child, and happily went straight to the kitchen.

When the brown-skinned old man was holding a missing pottery bowl and squatting outside the kitchen door to eat happily, his face suddenly changed, and he slapped his forehead suddenly, as if he remembered something, and hurriedly ran to the two water tanks and stretched out his head to look inside.

He immediately retracted his neck.

In the two water tanks in front of him, two huge water columns rose at the same time, soaring into the sky.

One of the water columns was as white as the sun, and one of the water columns was as black as ink.

In the blink of an eye, it was a place that was beyond the reach of the eye, as if there was no end.

There are two swimming fish, one black and one white, climbing up from the water column, and disappearing in an instant.

Faintly, there was a loud dragon chant from high in the sky, and the last two lights and shadows flew to the east in unison and disappeared.

When the water column fell back into the water tank, the surroundings returned to calm, and the brown-skinned old man holding the bowl was still stunned.

After standing in front of such a huge column of water for a long time, the brown skin old man did not get a drop of water on his body.

After a long while, the brown-skinned old man turned his head, opened his mouth with only his front teeth left, and sighed: "Impossible, how can the momentum be so strong, whose luck is this borrowing?"

......

In front of the post station, the chief priest and Zhang Yunhe walked side by side.

Su Emei and Wei Xiao waited solemnly.

Wei Xiaozhuang looked worried and sad: "Senior sister, how do I feel, these two people are coming for us?"

Su E said in a deep voice: "You don't have to feel it at all, they are coming at us." ”

Wei Xiaozhuang trembled and said: "But they seem to be very powerful, I'm afraid we can't beat them." ”

Su E's eyebrows remained silent: "If you can't beat it, you have to fight." ”

Wei Xiaozhuang's round face squeezed together: "What can you do if you can't beat it?"

Su E frowned and said, "I use my sword, you use your sword." ”

Wei Xiaozhuang saw that Su Emei had already pulled out the long sword, sighed, slowly took off the peach wood sword he was carrying, held it in his hand, and was already so sad that he was about to cry: "It seems that it can only be like this." ”

Da Si Ming and Zhang Yunhe walked to the door of the post station and stopped.

Zhang Yunhe smiled at the corner of his mouth, looked Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang up and down a few times, with great interest, turned his head and asked the general secretary who always looked indifferent: "They are the disciples of that person?"

"Don't you know that peachwood sword?" said the Great Commander lightly.

Zhang Yunhe smiled and said, "I was only ten years old at that time, where did I remember so much." ”

"Then I'll tell you now, this peachwood sword is the peachwood sword, do you still have any questions?"

Zhang Yunhe spread his hands: "No." ”

"Then do it. ”

Zhang Yunhe glanced at Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang, held the sword in his hand, smiled mellowly, and said seriously: "My name is Zhang Yunhe, this sword is called Feihe Sword, and my exercise is called "Crane Qi Jue". No matter who you are, these three are very powerful, you know what I mean?"

Wei Xiaozhuang swallowed: "Understood." ”

Zhang Yunhe smiled even more: "Then do you still want to fight?"

Wei Xiaozhuang nodded: "Fight." ”

Zhang Yunhe also nodded: "That's good." ”

When the word "good" fell, the lines of Feihe's sword body were lit up by the aura again, and Zhang Yunhe's gentle gaze suddenly became sharp, and his clothes and hair were windless, "Since I am that person's disciple, in order to show respect, I have no reason not to go all out." If you can take my sword, I will lose, and if you can't, you will die. ”

The sword body of the flying crane sword gradually lit up the pattern of nine cranes soaring in the clouds, Zhang Yunhe swung out a sword, and the sound of cranes suddenly sounded in mid-air, and nine white cranes appeared out of thin air, fluttering their wings and soaring, beautiful, and suddenly rushed straight to Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang, connecting the front and back into a straight line.

Su E took a step forward, and the three-foot Qingfeng slashed straight down.

Seeing Su Emei's sword qi, Da Si Ming couldn't help but laugh, each of the cranes was more than a zhang in size, and the weather was thousands, and the sword qi cut out by Su Emei was only three zhang long, no matter how you looked at it, it was too weak, and it didn't have the strength to fight at all.

At this moment, Da Si Ming's eyebrows lit up, because Wei Xiaozhuang had already raised his peachwood sword and stabbed at her.

She didn't want to make a move, since Zhang Yunhe wanted to be majestic, then it would be up to him, of course she didn't think that Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang would be able to take Zhang Yunhe's sword, the gap between the ninth layer of qi training and the middle stage of qi training was too big, even if Zhang Yunhe was only the weakest ninth layer of qi training, he could kill Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang with one blow, not to mention that he was not.

Wei Xiaozhuang rushed over, fell in the eyes of the big priest, and said that it was light if she didn't know whether she was alive or dead, but she didn't know what to say at all, she sneered, and she didn't even bother to sacrifice Bai Lian, so she struck Wei Xiaozhuang with a palm.

She doesn't have the leisure and elegance of Zhang Yunhe, facing an opponent who is too weak to speak, and she has the heart to go all out to give her opponent respect, in her eyes, killing people doesn't need to be huge, just use just the right amount of strength.

The immortal crane pounced, the three-foot Qingfeng trembled violently, the sword qi dissipated like smoke, and the nine cranes were unharmed, and went straight to Su E's eyebrow door.

The hand was strong, like the sun and the moon, and he was in front of the peachwood sword in an instant.

Seeing that Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang were about to die.

But at this moment, the heavens and the earth lost color, rose sharply and changed, and in the boundless black clouds, a white rainbow suddenly rushed out.

It's not just the white rainbow, it's just that the black rainbow can't be seen clearly.

In front of the white rainbow, there was an existence that looked like a fish and not a fish, like a dragon and not a dragon, like a glimpse of light, pounced on Su E's eyebrows, turned into a small snake with aura, and drilled into the center of her eyebrows.

Suddenly, Su E's eyebrows burst out with a blazing white light, covering everything, bright to the extreme, making people unable to open their eyes.

The flying cranes in front of them dissipated one by one, like white paper burned to ashes.

Zhang Yunhe flew out abruptly, spurting out a mouthful of blood in the air.

Da Si Ming encountered the same situation, when Wei Xiaozhuang's whole body erupted with black gas, her face changed greatly, and she hurriedly sacrificed Bai Lian, withdrew and retreated, Bai Lian flew wildly in front of her, forming a cone-shaped barrier, trying to block the outbreak of black gas, but the final result was that Bai Lian shook away, and Da Si Ming was also injured and vomited blood, and slipped back a few feet.

Zhang Yunhe's backflip landed steadily, ten steps apart from the big priest, standing side by side.

The two looked at each other and saw the horror in each other's eyes, "What's going on?"

The white light dissipated, and there were three flame-like patterns left in the center of Su Emei's eyebrows, when she opened her eyes, she was full of momentum, and the eyebrows and eyes that were charming and beautiful in the past looked extremely majestic at this moment, as if she was looking at the common people, and her whole temperament changed suddenly.

If it is said that Su Emei before was a pure and beautiful fairy who did not eat fireworks in the world, then at this moment, she is the star monarch of divine might!

When the black smoke dissipated, the innocent fat dun in the past disappeared, and was replaced by a giant with a big waist and round shoulders, a majestic body, and a giant axe in black armor.

His whole person was as aura, majestic as a mountain, his eyes were dark green, and the green light of the giant axe was like fire, as if the general of the fairy palace who had killed the evil demon was coming out of the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, and when he looked at it, it had the power to make the evil spirit tremble!

Fortunately, the two of them did not act immediately, as if they were still in a trance, as if they had just woken up from a big dream and were adapting.

Da Si Ming's brows were tightly locked, his eyes were between Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang, looking back and forth, and his heart was shocked: "The aura fluctuations of these two people have reached the ninth level of qi training!

Zhang Yunhe's original face was serious, but he immediately returned to that gentle and jade-like posture, he didn't look at Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang much, but turned his head to look at Da Si Ming, his eyes were full of suspicion, and even teasing.

The Great Si Ming said angrily: "What do you think of me like this?"

Zhang Yunhe said leisurely: "You and Shao Si ordered to go up the mountain when they were young, when they were still infants, they were accepted as closed-door disciples by Shizun, and they lived in Wangxian Cliff for many years, practicing behind closed doors, and none of the disciples in the door could see them. Speaking of which, this is the first time you have appeared in the rivers and lakes, and it is also the first time we have met, I am very curious, in just twenty years, how did your cultivation reach the ninth level of qi cultivation?"

The chief priest frowned: "What do you mean?"

Zhang Yunhe glanced at Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang, although the two did not move, but he did not dare to act rashly, the other party's aura fluctuations reached the ninth level of qi training, which was worthy of his full attention, but it was not enough to make him jealous, the reason why he had not made a test was because of the coercion on the other party, which could not be measured with common sense at all.

Zhang Yunhe said: "Zhang has practiced for 40 years and reached the ninth level of qi training, and Li Xian has practiced for more than 40 years and has not achieved the real realm. But compared to you and Shao Si Ming, it's not worth mentioning. However, throughout the ancient and modern times, there are very few people who are better than me and Li Xian in cultivating talents, and there are almost no people who have stepped into the ninth layer of qi cultivation before the year of their establishment, not even Yuan Tiangang!"

Speaking of this, Zhang Yunhe took a deep breath, as if he had thought of something extremely shocking and terrifying, to suppress the surge of his heart, he had been calm and steady, and his mood was as stable as Mount Tai, but at this moment, he couldn't help but tremble his facial features.

Looking at Da Si Ming, Zhang Yunhe asked word by word: "Wangxian Cliff, Wangxian Cliff, legend has it that you can see immortals, but really you can only see immortals?

The Great Priest did not speak.

Zhang Yunhe waited for a long time.

Seeing that the great priest didn't want to answer, Zhang Yunhe looked at Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang again, and said slowly: "King Wu is killed, and all immortals are coming; When the world collapsed, orthodoxy did not exist from time to time, luck was scattered in Kyushu, and the road began in Qianmo. The princes are competing for the top, the period of the true dragon's establishment, and the day of the ascension. Therefore, it is said: The world is in chaos, and the immortals are connected!"

Zhang Yunhe's voice became more and more trembling, he held the Feihe Sword tightly, and suddenly turned his head to stare at Da Si Ming: "Don't tell me that you didn't see it, standing in front of you, one is Taiyin Xingjun, and the other is the Giant Spirit Heavenly God!"

Da Si Ming's hands trembled, his eyes changed drastically, and he looked at Zhang Yunhe incredulously.

Zhang Yunhe stared at the big secretary and didn't move, and a few words popped out from between his teeth: "Then the big secretary, who are you?!"