The Chengtian Continent is full of thousands of ethnic groups, countless sects and holy places, and the major dynasties divide the frontier.

There are many ways of cultivation in the Chengtian Continent, but all cultivators are divided into nine realms: the Wisdom Realm, the Pure God Realm, the Heavenly Harmony Realm, the Soul Transformation Realm, the Three Upper Realms, the Feather Transformation Realm, the True Immortal Realm, the Sage Realm, and the Supreme Realm.

Above the Supreme, for the Great Emperor, he can reflect the heavens, traverse the eons, and receive the incense of hundreds of millions of living beings.

The Great Xia Dynasty is the first dynasty of the human race, which is famous for 100,000 years, and the luck of the human race is immortal.

In 3151 of the Great Xia Dynasty, the first emperor of the human race, Emperor An had a son in his later years, and was named Anbai.

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Eighteen years later.

The imperial capital of Great Xia, with tall city walls on all sides, and the moat spirit river gurgling and rippling.

In the imperial capital, there are crowds of people, rubbing shoulders, hawkers along the street, shouting merchants, patrolling soldiers, admiring monks, all kinds of people in the world, and so on.

Recently, there have been a lot of outsiders in the imperial capital, most of them are monks from afar, officials from all over the world, and big nobles with knighthoods, which makes the imperial capital that seemed prosperous in the past even more crowded.

"Why are there so many more people in the imperial capital recently?"

"Do you still know? Recently, it was the coming-of-age ceremony of Emperor An's only son, and countless dignitaries and dignitaries entered Beijing to congratulate him. ”

"That's the younger brother of the current empress!

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In the alleys, restaurants and teahouses, there are all this words circulating.

The old people in the imperial capital are boasting, and outsiders are envious and admired.

Emperor An, that is a unique big man in the world, his only son, must also be a great hero of the human race.

On the bustling Xuanwu Street, it is a place where the monks gather, with swords on their waists, tigers and dragons, fresh clothes and angry horses, a good demeanor.

It's just that in the hustle and bustle of the crowd, there is an eye-catching existence.

On the side of Xuanwu Street, there was a girl in rags, who looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old, kneeling beside the street, with a coffin beside her.

Next to the coffin, there is a piece of wood, which is crookedly engraved with the four big characters "Selling yourself to bury your mother".

That's not unusual!

At the foot of the imperial capital, there are still people who do this?

Many people stopped to watch and joked quietly, but no one helped.

Look at this little girl, with her head down, her face can't be seen clearly, her clothes are ragged, her posture is ordinary, she is not a cultivator, and she has no value of helping.

There were also a few people in the middle who asked about the girl curiously, but they all shook their heads and sighed and left.

If you want to buy a piece of land in the emperor to help this girl bury her mother, it is not a price that ordinary people can accept, the son of Emperor An set up an An Chamber of Commerce a few years ago, and the land price of the entire imperial capital is a lot more expensive.

"When I looked at the girl, it was probably that the bamboo basket was empty. ”

"No one would pay such a big price for an irrelevant person. ”

People passing by on both sides of the street sighed, and they also laughed shamefully at this little girl's greed, no matter what the living beings said, this little girl always lowered her head and her eyes were silent.

In this world, it is not easy to live.

At this moment, there was a commotion not far away, and a young man in a white shirt walked over.

With black hair and a shawl, wearing a white robe, wearing jade around his waist, holding a folding fan, he walked slowly, people couldn't help but light up, and praised: "What a young man!"

Behind the white-robed young man was accompanied by three women, with a light veil on his face and a graceful figure, like a fairy descending, and the breath of dust made people's hearts sway.

"What a beautiful woman! I have never seen three people of such temperament appear at the same time!"

"This is a high-level cultivator, right? The temperament is unusual, just like a real fairy!"

The cultivators on the side of the street looked at it in a daze, their eyes like magnets, and they never left the slightest.

These three jade fairy-like beauties surround the white-robed young man, and they are made in heaven, which makes people feel jealous at all, and makes people ashamed of themselves.

"Huh?"

The white-robed young man walked up to the little girl who sold his body, but he paused, measured his body, and looked at the little girl with interest.

"It's kind of interesting......"

The white-robed young man's eyes were smiling, and he wandered back and forth between the little girl and the coffin, thoughtfully.

"Little lord, today is a day of great joy, seeing that this filth is not proper, why don't I send someone to ......"

A fairy beside the white-robed young man spoke softly, and the beauty's voice echoed like a silver bell, crispy and soft bones, making people's hearts ripple.

"No need. ”

The white-robed young man waved his hand and stepped forward, no longer glancing at the little girl.

"Smack. ”

The folding fan is shaken open, and there is a picture of all things on it, which is obviously everyone's handwriting.

"A piece of gold. ”

The white-robed young man said with a smile and left without looking back.

"Wow. ”

The fairy bent her knees, her voice soft and beautiful, took out a golden object from her sleeve, put it in front of the little girl, and said softly: "This is the little lord's reward for you, take it to bury your mother." ”

After speaking, the three fairies went first and followed the white-robed young man.

The little girl was stunned for a moment, raised her head, and her silent eyes flickered with a trace of fluctuation.

"Thank you for your kindness. ”

She bowed deeply towards the place where the white-robed young man had left.

It was only then that the monks, mortals, merchants, and peddlers on both sides of the street woke up from the voices of the fairies, and looked at the place where the fairies had departed.

"These people have an extraordinary temperament, and they are definitely the cultivation children of a big family. ”

"yes, those three women..... Although I can't see my real face, I have a dusty temperament in every move, and I am already so beautiful that it is suffocating. ”

"This little girl is really a good fate, although I don't know what this gold nugget is, but it should be worth a lot, she can be regarded as a noble person to help her. ”

People couldn't help but whisper and look at the white-robed young man and the three fairies who hadn't gone far yet.

At this moment, a mutation suddenly occurred.

Not far away, in the street, the crowd was in a commotion, splitting like a wave of water, and bursts of shouting were heard.

"Get out of the way!"

"The little duke is in a hurry, everyone get out of the way!"

"Get out of the way! If you miss the little duke's hour, you deserve death!"

In the midst of the cold shouts, a magnificent carriage came speeding from not far away, pulled by four horses, with light legs and hooves, surrounded by flames.

"It's a demon beast, a flame horse! a demon beast of the Tianhe Realm!"

"Which duke's son dares to gallop in the imperial capital, he must be a person with a deep background!"

The cultivators were all panicked and hurriedly dodged.

In addition to the Great Emperor, the monks of the Chengtian Continent are divided into nine realms, the middle three realms are the great monks, and most of the last three realms are peerless masters who coerce one side.

And these four flame-stepping horses have the strength of the third realm-Tianhe realm, they are only one step away from the great monk, and they are actually just the chariot mounts of this duke's son, which is shocking.

I saw that on the carriage, there was a coachman standing proudly, with a thick blood in his body, he whipped the horse, accelerated and galloped, and his voice was cold and long: "Give way quickly, otherwise you will be at your own risk!"

"Soul Realm Master!"

The sharp-eyed monk couldn't help but exclaim, and his pale face hurriedly gave way, not daring to provoke the carriage.

can make the master of the Soul Transformation Realm a coachman, obviously the identity of the owner of this carriage is extremely noble, not comparable to the ordinary monk family, and it must be a high-ranking official and noble person in the Great Xia Dynasty.

The carriage ran rampant all the way, and soon passed the crowd and rushed not far behind the white-robed young man.

The white-robed young man was still walking in the middle of the street, and he didn't have the slightest intention of dodging, and he didn't even look back.

"It's over, he's dead!"

"This carriage will not stop, since this carriage dares to gallop in the imperial capital, it must be honorable, and it definitely doesn't care about killing one or two people. ”

The monks looked up and sighed in their hearts.

This young man is dead when he dies, but the three fairy-like beauties around him are afraid that they will be buried together.

"Aren't you afraid of death, okay, then I will fulfill you!"

The coachman smiled coldly, and there was murderous intent in his eyes.

"Huh!"

The reins in the coachman's hand trembled, the demon beast horse neighed, the qi and blood in the body exploded like thunder, and the breath was fierce.

"Die!"

The coachman shouted violently, and the four-legged flames of the demon beast steed soared, and he stepped on the air fiercely.

In this instant.

"Hmph. ”

The white-robed young man snorted lightly, folding the fan and frowning slightly.

"Choking!"

A sonorous sound sounded, and a sword was unsheathed!

"Huh!"

A peerless sword intent flashed.

It was as if everything in the heavens and the earth had been dissolved in this sword.

Countless monks only felt that their eyes were bright, white and vast, everything disappeared, and between heaven and earth, there was only this only peerless sword.

"Bang !!"

"Boom !!"

There was a loud explosion, the aura overflowed, and the carriage exploded and disintegrated, unable to resist this peerless sword.

Countless sawdust splashed everywhere, and the fragments full of strength made countless monks dodge in embarrassment, and the carriage disintegrated in place, unable to rush over, unable to get close to the white-robed young man.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead. ”

A faint, crisp sound like a bell sounded.

It was only at this time that the sword intent dissipated, and people did not see it clearly.

It is a beautiful fairy beside the white-robed young man, who is as independent as a fairy, and she has a sword in her jade hand that is as clear as autumn water.

Behind her was a white-robed young man who had never looked back.

Opposite her, there was a divided and luxurious carriage, and the coachman with the strength of a master of the Soul Transformation Realm was kneeling in the ruins of the carriage at this time, his eyes widening and a line of blood on his forehead.

He has long since lost his life.