People in the world often say that there are sword immortals in the world, there is no wind to shake, wrapped in green shirts, and people's hearts are everywhere.

The world has heard that the book business is angry with Bai Yilang, and the word is set in the river and the mountain pass hangs on the river.

The world wants to say that it is good to be safe.

The world of Shenzhou is full of wars, hundreds of schools of thought are singing together, and there are people everywhere who rise to dominate, and the last one is divided into six, each holding one place.

Xianxia monks have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, governing the country and the country, and blending into the government and the opposition.

In the north, there is a country of Xingshen that is ambitious and strong.

There is the embattled and besieged Longwu Kingdom.

There is no dispute with the world in the east, and the land is drawn as a prison.

There are women in charge in the southwest, and men are like pigs and dogs.

In the northwest, there is a country of dark clouds like grass on the wall.

There are scholars everywhere in the south, and everything is magnificent in Chongyang Kingdom.

There are even rumors that the sky is 108,000 miles, and after a hurdle, you can see nine days.

The land was thirty-six thousand feet, and when he passed through a gate, he saw eighteen.

I don't know if it's a whim and making things up.

It's still true, and there is nothing to be done.

But I don't know, because it doesn't have much to do with it, so it's better to sweep the snow in front of the door first.

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Chongyang State, 333, late spring.

At this time, in the sky above Tai'an City, the capital of Chongyang State, dark clouds were shrouded, thunder roared, and the entire city seemed to be shrouded by a pair of giant hands, and the people who were pressed were out of breath.

The old man who was sitting on the dragon chair above the 10,000 people, his old face was wrinkled and sad.

After he sighed, he got up and walked to the front of the main hall, Mu Ran raised his head, and couldn't help but sigh again and again.

"It shouldn't be like this, a few days ago you and I talked day and night, how..."

The white-haired old man wearing the imperial crown nodded slightly, "Yes, assist the three generations of the Zhou family, you are old, and I am also old." ”

He put his hands on his abdomen, slowly bent down with his slightly rickety waist, and said aloud as if announcing the decree: "Zhou Yuan, send off the saint." ”

After this sound, there were hundreds, tens of thousands of "congratulations to the saint", for a time like thunder, a simple words that could not be simpler like the waves rushing, back around the city and then straight to the sky.

And above the sea of clouds in Tai'an City, the white-haired old man who was covered in golden light like the scorching sun watched the drops of golden rain and dew on his body keep dripping, and his arms gradually lost their last brilliance like withered branches.

He just shook his head slowly.

In just a breath of time, the golden brilliance as big as the stars shattered instantly, and a thunderclap was heard in the sea of clouds, and then a group of thunder rolled down.

Golden rain and dew fell in Tai'an City today.

Drops of golden light poured out at will, and everyone's shoulders were full of light.

Some people inexplicably climb from the low realm to the high realm, some people solve the problems they are struggling with, and some people cry with tears on their faces and choke up.

The main thing is that there are people who will never be seen again.

In a corner of Tai'an City, there was a tall man with an iron sword on his back, lying on the ground and crying like a tearful man.

Sometimes he got up and smashed a nearby wall with a punch, and sometimes he slapped himself.

The man pulled out his iron sword, and swung it to the ground one by one, and the golden sword qi poured out of the ground like a waterfall of ocean waves, rushing out of a bottomless hole.

With tears on his face, he jumped into the pit and prepared to continue wielding his sword, and kept muttering: "Sir, didn't you tell me that there is heaven in the sky and reincarnation in the earth, then I will go and find you back, and no one can stop me!"

Standing in front of Emperor Zhou Yuan, an old eunuch with hair as snow and a pale face took a step forward, and his voice was very sharp, "Emperor Zhou, look?"

The old man wearing the imperial crown waved his hand, "Forget it, let him go today." ”

The man standing in the deep pit raised the iron sword again, and a wave of mighty sword intent surged around like a river crashing on the bank.

It's just that not only did he not swing his sword in the next moment, but he directly threw the strange half-immortal soldier to the ground casually, and reached out to take a piece of pure white peiyu that floated down from the air.

There are four small characters engraved on it.

"Evil does not prevail over good".

Especially the orthography, as bright as a golden bucket, dazzling.

The man took the jade pendant, and slowly knelt down, looking up to the sky and howling, his voice was mournful and tactful, and it was terrifying in his ears.

"Sir, sir!"