Immortals should all be high, they should all be immortal, they all have great magical powers, and they should all regard all beings in the world as grass mustard ants. But right now, the immortal is dead, his head has fallen into the mud and dust, but the great magic power is not worth a mortal's broken sword, so he lost his life.

Even after seeing such a scene, everyone present couldn't believe it, they couldn't believe that the immortal was dead, they were all looking forward to it, expecting the neck of the immortal in the sky to be bubbling with blood suddenly flashing with a flash of light, and then another head grew out of thin air from that neck, still brilliant, with a sword down, killing the mortals below!

But the expected scene did not appear in the end, and in the end, the body of the immortal fell straight from the sky, and fell into the mud and dust like the head.

Chen Mo glanced at the immortal corpse, chuckled twice, his heart was so relaxed, this time it was over, the pain and pain on his body that he had been holding back all hit his brain, Chen Mo couldn't help it anymore, his brows were tightly locked, he was almost about to shed tears, his body no longer had the slightest strength, and the whole person was paralyzed on the ground, facing the sky on his back, looking at the Nantian Gate.

In the middle of the air, in front of the Nantian Gate, there were suddenly dark clouds gathering, covering the clear day, and if you look closely, the clouds are full of blood, and there are three thunderous sounds, and then, rain falls from the sky. Chen Mo raised his hand with difficulty, took a handful, and looked at the rain in his palm, which turned out to be blood-red.

The immortals fell, the heavens and the earth mourned together, and the sky wept blood, as a sacrifice!

Zhang Daoran was completely stunned in place, looking straight at the corpse of the patriarch of his Heavenly Master's Mansion, his eyes were full of some unbelievable looks, after a while, he could come back to his senses, his face was covered with hatred, he glared at Chen Mo fiercely, held the sword in one hand, pinched the sword trick in his hand, pointed at Chen Mo, and shouted: "Demon, how do you think of killing immortals?

Chen Mo naturally heard these words, but he didn't look at them, and there was a little unwillingness in his eyes, even the immortals carried them over, but they still had to die here, to be honest, they were indeed a little wronged!

The peachwood sword turned into a red mang, and went straight to the center of Chen Mo's eyebrows, the red mangs flashed, wrapped in murderous aura, and he was about to take Chen Mo's life, but only three inches away from Chen Mo, suddenly a green light came, just under the red mang, blocking the peachwood sword. Under the power of this blue light, the momentum of the peachwood sword instantly dissipated, and it flipped a few times in the air casually, and then fell to the ground on the side.

After the green light, a white dress suddenly came, and fell to the ground, it was to Chen Mo's side, carefully looked at Chen Mo's injury, couldn't help but smack his tongue lightly, and said: "Tut-tut, this appearance is too embarrassing, but fortunately, at least I saved my life!"

If you want to say who this person is, you don't need to say much, it is that Taihua Sword Immortal Li Xuanxiao!

Chen Mo endured the pain when he heard these movements, turned his head slightly, and saw that Li Xuanxiao was looking himself up and down in a matter-of-fact manner, and he complained in his heart, and said, "If you had come over earlier, I wouldn't have ended up like this!"

Li Xuanxiao shook his head lightly, with a little smile on his face, and said softly: "In this matter, you definitely can't blame me, if it weren't for the old man of your family to stop it, Uncle Shi and I would definitely have arrived early." Who would have thought that your master would really be willing to spend money, and even pry off the more than 300 Dingguang beads on the Zhou Tian Palace!"

Before Chen Mo could speak, he heard another speech from Zhang Daoran's side.

"Where did the thief come from, who dared to meddle in the affairs of my Heavenly Master's Mansion, and really gave up his own life?" In one day, the Heavenly Master's Mansion fell from the head of the Daomen to such a fate, and even his own ancestor who had already become an immortal was beheaded, even if he had cultivated for many years, Zhang Daoran's heart could not be kept.

It's no wonder that Zhang Daoran didn't recognize Li Xuanxiao's appearance this time, although the Taihua Sword Immortal has a great reputation, he rarely goes down the mountain, and his cultivation has already returned to his roots, so others naturally can't notice anything extraordinary.

Li Xuanxiao turned around, he didn't pay attention to it, and only then did he see the immortal corpse over there, even if he died, he had a lot of power, and he couldn't hide it. Li Xuanxiao's eyes changed color slightly, and he said softly: "This trip down the mountain is not in vain, the means have increased a lot, and they have all killed the immortals." You deserve my words!"

After saying this, Li Xuanxiao looked up and looked at the Daoran, his face was calm, and he didn't take this Daoran to heart in the slightest, and said: "Taihua Mountain Li Xuanxiao!

Taihua Sword Immortal is famous, Zhang Daoran has naturally heard of it, hearing this words, his face changed color slightly, but he has never retreated half a step, if he retreats today, the Heavenly Master's Mansion will become the laughing stock of the world, not to mention what the means of this Taihua Sword Immortal are, it is not yet known!

In this way, he calmed his mind a little, forced his composure on his face, reached over, recalled the peach wood sword that fell to the ground again, shook the sword flower casually, and said softly: "Taihua Sword Immortal?

When Li Xuanxiao heard this, he couldn't help but laugh softly on his face, and said, "What do you mean, but you have to try it yourself?"

"Okay! Your Taihua Mountain disciple destroyed my mountain gate and harmed my ancestor, since you want to stand up for him, I will get it back on you!"

Originally, the silk thread was full of soft things, how could it be blessed with gangqi, this time, these thousands of threads seemed to be like thousands of steel needles, straight to the past, and took Li Xuanxiao's life.

Li Xuanxiao waved his hand, and the Qingxiao sword on his waist was never unsheathed, but he pointed at the sword at random, and a sword qi burst out from his fingertips, as if it was devastating, cutting off all the thousands of threads, and the sword qi never dissipated, and hit the dust itself, which was an ancestral magic weapon, and it couldn't stop such a random sword qi, and in an instant, it turned into powder and disappeared!

The magic weapon was destroyed, that Daoran's face changed color, the sword in his hand stagnated, a few hesitations flashed in his eyes, and when he was about to say something, he was interrupted by Li Xuanxiao's exit.

"Your Heavenly Master Mansion Patriarch is too shameless, since you have entered the immortal realm, how can you still manage the mortal world? Anyway, today I will seek justice for the disciples of Taihua Mountain, that is, don't have any grievances for Taoist friends!"

When Zhang Daoran heard this, he knew that there was no room for maneuver at this time, even though he knew that he was not Li Xuanxiao's opponent, he still gritted his teeth and made a move, and the blood on his fingertips was smeared on the body of the peachwood sword, and the imperial envoy spell was suspended in front of him by the peachwood sword, and then he pinched the magic trick with both hands, and the brilliance flashed, even in those eyes, there was a streamer overflowing!

"Go!" But hearing a soft reprimand, he pushed forward with both hands, and Zhang Daoran sent the peachwood sword in front of him.

This sword not only has that Daoran's lifelong cultivation, but also contains the luck of the entire Heavenly Master's Mansion, under the brilliance, the momentum is even more ferocious, and the mountain under his feet has been slightly shaken, and it can't withstand the destruction of this sword qi.

Li Xuanxiao looked at this, he still didn't take out the sword, this time he was too lazy to raise his hand, opened his mouth, and a sword qi suddenly spit out from his mouth, and the blue light was dim and converged, but after touching the peachwood sword, there was no stagnation, and there was no amazing momentum, and in an instant, the peachwood sword was destroyed by this sword aura.

In mid-air, Zhang Daoran staggered back a few steps, stabilized himself, returned to the ground, leaning on a remnant wall of the Heavenly Master's Mansion underground, without the slightest blood on his face, laughing miserably, his voice was miserable, it was really terrifying.

"Hahaha, Taihua Mountain is really powerful, defeated in your hands, my Heavenly Master's Mansion is not ashamed!" After saying these words, he spit out a lot of blood in a row, and dyed the placket of his front clothes red, and when he raised his eyes again, the last meaning in his eyes gradually dissipated, dim, and there was no breath!

At this point, the Heavenly Master's Mansion, which had been famous for hundreds of years, was completely removed from the world, and at the same time, the name of Taihua Mountain became a little louder. I think back then, Taihua Mountain provoked the whole world, but now, just a disciple has completely subverted the head of the mountain road!

The blood clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and after the blood clouds, the South Heavenly Gate disappeared, and the sky returned to its previous appearance, but on this earth, things are neither human nor human!

Li Xuanxiao really didn't want to stay down the mountain any longer, but he couldn't ignore Chen Mo's life and death. took a few steps forward, came to Chen Mo's side, raised a foot, picked up Chen Mo's entire body, hung it on his shoulder, glanced at it casually, swept around, and a little sword aura burst out of his eyes, which could be regarded as a warning to those who were eyeing people with bad intentions, and then, rising from the ground, swept towards the distance!

Thousands of miles away, after Chen Mo went down the mountain for a year, he can be regarded as going back to the mountain to see today. Even if he was hung on his shoulder by Li Xuanxiao, Chen Mode still thought in his heart, if he returned to the mountain this time, he would have to try it with the old man, after all, he had also achieved the transformation of gods, and he couldn't say that he could still have the upper hand, if that was the case, he would definitely teach him a lesson, who told him to let himself suffer these hardships!

The sword of the sword immortal, no matter how you say it, is the first-class romance in this world. Thousands of miles away, Chen Mo didn't think about what move to use at that time, so he arrived at Taihua Mountain, and arrived at the place he was most familiar with, the Zhou Tiandian of Shangqing Peak of Taihua Mountain, there was a middle-aged Taoist priest in the hall, which was similar to the appearance when he sent him down the mountain, but Chen Mo's eyes were more thin, and he could clearly see that there was a lot of white hair on the person's sideburns!

Waiting for Li Xuanxiao to throw Chen Mo on the ground in Zhou Tiandian, he then turned his head and went out, leaving without looking back. Hey, I want to be angry about the other party's talent in my heart!

"It's back, it's back!" Chen Chong looked at the apprentice on the ground, took a few steps forward to him, squatted down, touched Chen Mo's hair, and said softly. That tone, where is the most brilliant Taihua Mountain in the world, he is clearly just an old man waiting for his child to come home.

All the words prepared earlier were swallowed by Chen Mo, who just nodded lightly and said, "Well, I'm back!"

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Towering for thousands of years, you can't escape the rise and fall of the ups and downs!