There was thunder in the darkness.

Qingqing World, Jian Qingsheng raised his head, and the sense of danger that crossed his heart made him frown, as if someone was locking him in the dark, but he didn't know where the source was.

He lowered his gaze, and was in front of the Heavenly Palace at this time, where the Yinhua tent was gathered, and the one sitting in it was the carved silver lady.

Nanxiangzi had already finished reporting as a maid, and the woman in Yinhua let out a light sigh, and then looked at Jian Qingsheng, even if it was blocked by Yinhua's tent, Jian Qingsheng could still feel what was contained in that gaze.

If it is an established light, it is as if to say that the will of heaven is so inviolable.

Jian Qingsheng didn't know what this kind of gaze meant, but he was uncomfortable when he looked at it, and the important thing at this time was to return to the true realm, so in front of the Heavenly Palace, Jian Qingsheng made his own request, asking for the help of the silver lady.

"Why is Hongu helping you? Give a reason that will convince Hongu. ”

The Heavenly Maiden did not agree to Jian Qingsheng's request, which made the latter feel difficult, his eyes moved slightly, and he was calculating in his heart, naturally he couldn't say that he was not a sword spirit, but an immortal distraction, and he was the second divine of the incarnation of the fake Hongying Sword, which was suspected of deception, and now in the Qingqing World, I don't know what kind of treatment he will suffer if he confesses.

Jian Qingsheng knew that this was the other party's intention to stop him, so he stood up without saying a word, and his intention was to go outside the Heavenly Palace.

But a mirror light stopped Jian Qingsheng.

Turning her head, seeing Nan Xiangzi's somewhat puzzled but complicated expression, she smiled bitterly and whispered, the thing that Dao was most worried about still happened.

Piercing Qingyin was still sitting behind the Yinhua tent, and at this time, Jian Qingsheng asked her why she didn't help and stopped herself.

The answer was strange, and the Celestial Maiden rose from her holy throne, let out a soft sigh, and then said:

"In the next five days, there will be a spiritual battle, and countless wandering spirits will come from all corners of the Qingqing world, Nanxiang, do you remember what I asked you to send before?"

Nanxiangzi nodded, and then suddenly said, "Niangniang, it's been ten days." ”

"Ten days, almost. ”

"That's an invitation to the Drunken Flower Son of Heaven, and he will bring the bravest and most powerful Spirit Saint under his command to participate, and the winner will ...... Nango, do you remember what I told you?"

Nanxiangzi lowered his head, and his expression became a little indifferent: "Naturally remember." ”

"Good. ”

Piercing Qingyin looked at Jian Qingsheng and said: "Sword Spirit, I will give you a chance, after five days, if you win the spiritual battle, I will help you return to the true realm and leave the Qingqing world, but if you lose, then you can no longer leave here." ”

Jian Qingsheng raised his head, neither humble nor arrogant: "Niangniang is threatening me." ”

Piercing Qingyin nodded: "I'm just threatening you, but you can't help but take it, because now, only I can shelter you." ”

"If the Drunken Flower Son wants to capture you, you will either be captured by him or accept my threat. ”

Jian Qingsheng's eyes narrowed, and a wave of anger suddenly rose in his heart.

He is not Li Bichen now, without the Qingjing Sutra, the resentment that has been separated for four hundred years has finally returned, and when this flame rises, Jian Qingsheng's heart actually began to regret it.

If he is still connected with Li Pichen, if he is still a thought of the deity, how can he encounter such humiliation in the face of a mere supreme in the green world?

Although even the deity is difficult to defeat this celestial maiden, what the deity has is not a person, but all dust.

Where the dust is, here are the saints.

Jian Qingsheng smiled silently.

I only hate myself for being a sword in iron, not that day.

If it's heaven here.

If only God is here!

Jian Qingsheng's fist was clenched, the Drunken Flower Heavenly Son was hostile, the good and evil of the Heaven Chisel were unknown, and the same was true of the Xiaoyue King, so did the rest of the Supremes also know a lot of things?

Without the Qingjing Sutra, Jian Qingsheng suddenly found that he was not so indifferent at all.

It's just a tattered second spirit with sword intent but no sword body.

But even so, now they are on their own.

Be sure to give back to the deity what happened here.

This is the meaning of one's existence.

The young sword spirit was negotiating with the Ten Thousand Years Supreme, and the latter laughed because the former had agreed to her request.

Well, in that spiritual battle, this sword spirit will release his brightest brilliance.

.....

Jian Qingsheng was released from the Heavenly Palace, and Nanxiangzi followed without saying a word.

The two of them paced in the ancient road pavilion and walked for a long time, when Nanxiangzi suddenly opened his mouth and said, "You don't blame me for bringing you here?"

Jian Qingsheng: "Do you feel guilty? Actually, we had long expected that this trip would not go well. ”

Nanxiangzi nodded, and there was silence for a moment, followed by him, and said in a low voice: "There are still five days." ”

"Yes, five days to go. ”

Jian Qingsheng didn't notice the change in Nan Xiangzi's complexion, and the latter was completely silent, and even his steps began to slow down.

"What is the destiny of the Spirit?"

She was asking, and Jian Qingsheng didn't look back because she didn't notice the change in her at all.

"What is the destiny of being born?"

"What if there is?"

"If I am a sword, I will not stop, I have my will, and I will not give up until I achieve it. ”

"If I am a mirror?"

"If you are a mirror, you should see fate more clearly, and be less willing to pursue it. ”

"Yes, if I am a mirror, I can see clearly, but sometimes, I can't reverse anything. ”

Nanxiangzi stopped, and Jian Qingsheng finally reacted and turned his head to look at her.

She sighed: "You are a sword, you were born to be unfair. ”

"Others are knives, and they are born to cut. ”

"And I was born as a mirror, the mirror is flat, so there is no unevenness, and the mirror is neat, so it cannot be broken. ”

"I am the mirror, who reflects me, who I reflect, the person in the mirror, the person in the mirror, where do you know whether the person is in the mirror, or the mirror reflects the shadow?"

Jian Qingsheng frowned: "What's wrong with you?"

Nanxiangzi took his hand, outside the long pavilion, among the fragrant grasses, the drizzle continued.

There was a sound of thunder, and the blue sky was furious again.

"All things are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and they should be viewed as such. ”

"But as a mirror, how can I look at the moon in the mirror and the flowers in the water, but they are all illusory dreams. ”

After Nanxiangzi finished speaking, she turned around and left, Jian Qingsheng was stunned in place, not understanding why she walked away at all.

I wanted to pursue it, but I suddenly found that I may not be close to Nanxiangzi, and for various reasons, I didn't have the fundamental reason for getting close to her, if she left at this time, as an ordinary "friend", what reason could I stop her?

Jian Qingsheng watched Nanxiangzi disappear, and thunder swept through the sky, reflecting the dark shadow of a young man.

There is no coercion from the sky, no sweeping clouds, only a vast green dust.

A full moon hung high, and Jian Qingsheng turned his head and saw the young man walking towards him.

"Her fate, the fate of the mirror spirit, and the eight hundred heavenly mirrors that sit down with the blue silver are all selected from the true world of the world, and they can reflect everything, including the clear blue sky above their heads. ”

"Therefore, the thunder can not hurt them, and even become their plaything, the blue silver reflects the illusory blue sky, maintaining the rotation of the green world, 50,000 years ago, the Zhancang knife fell on the corner of the land of nothing, and the sword was broken into six. ”

"One of the six pieces was turned into blue silver. ”

The young man paced.

"Zhan Cang's sword does not cut Qiong's sword, and the good past is compiled in the mortal dust, which attracts girls like Nanxiangzi to be fascinated, but in the real years, there is no such beautiful story, knives and swords, there is always only cruelty and ruthlessness. ”

"The sword of Zhan Cang fell from the sky, and the person who held the sword, named Lord Yu, the sword of Fu Qiong used to be the sword of Luoshen, and later became another woman's sword, this sword was broken, she no longer used the sword, it was this battle, by the heavenly Lord Yu fell into the knife, she fell into the world, and she left after being injured, and all the subsequent swordsmanship, all passed on to a boy. ”

The young man looked at the sky with his hands: "The woman is called Xie Yanchen, and the boy is called Chop Hongchen." ”

And Zhan Cang's knife fell, splitting the sword of Fu Qiong, but the heavenly Lord Yu and Xie Yanchen made a promise, the sword of Fu Qiong was broken, and the six incarnations evolved into a paradise, she abandoned a heavenly monument and told Lord Yu the mystery of merging the way of heaven, so far Lord Yu promised that the Zhan Cang knife was no longer for the sword of Fu Qiong, that is, the knife of Zhan Cang did not kill the green world, and he personally turned the Zhan Cang knife into a high sky, which was to split to the mirror of nothing, and turned the heavenly way of this green world. ”

"But Xie Yanchen hid the mystery in the heavenly monument, Lord Yu didn't get all the know-how, a strange trick, but he couldn't leave the long river of time at this time, so he fell silent, at first, Lord Yu wielded a knife in order to kill Luo Shen. ”

"The thing that seizes the sky, the green and high heavens will collapse, and the green silver does not want to see the Zhan Cang Knife, to maintain this piece of illusion, and what I want to do is to insert the sword into the realm of nothingness, and wake up the sleeping fairy knife. ”

"And you will be the 'sword' that holds the sword that calls the fairy sword to wake up. ”

The young man stood still, and Qingtian's anger seemed to be guided by him.

In the green world, from 50,000 years ago, there was only one supreme.

Jian Qingsheng took a step back, but when he turned his head, he found that at some point, the towering green mountains where the Heavenly Palace was located disappeared without a trace, leaving only a green talk, flowing water or rivers flowing from the side, the young man with a kind of rebellious and arrogant temperament, looking at all beings in the world.

That kind of arrogance, that kind of domineering, this supreme of the green world, maybe only one person meets it.

Jian Qingsheng took a deep breath:

"Senior...... But the Little Moon King?"