Guyun Village is Feixian Town three thousand miles to the north, and hundreds of miles to the south is the wandering city, if Leng Yu had gone south, he might have walked out of another completely different road, and he would not have met He Qing'er, I have to say that life is so wonderful. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Leng Youyou went north, naturally to get the sword fetus that fell back to the Xianyuan Underwater Sword, but it was only a full 3,000 miles, and it took a few days.

All the way north, when he was tired, he could only rest, his body was empty, and he couldn't use his aura to recover his spirit every day, which made him feel a faint sense of urgency as soon as he was free.

For his part, he didn't want to waste any time.

The method says that everyone has grievances, and Leng Yu is no different, for the actions of Yuding Zhenren, he remains confused and suspicious in his heart, and one day he will have an end with Yuding Zhenren.

On the other hand, it is because of grievances.

After the rekindling of the incense of the cultivation of the land of Shenzhou, there is the way of Taixu and Tranquility, the way of Kunxu attack, the way of destroying the heart, the way of Shura, the way of forgetfulness, and the way of dusk...... Even the ethereal Dao of Heaven that has always existed in the world, the Great Dao of Heaven that the Dao of Heaven is trying to peep through.

Today, nearly 2,000 years later, there has been a new birth of the Tao inherited by Leng You: Dao resentment.

The so-called resentment and resentment are mostly born from the "imperfection" of doing things, and the resentment is "born" from the "imperfection" of the cultivation path.

Grievances, grievances, the "grievances" of the Dao, if the Tao is not perfect, there will be "resentment", but how can the so-called Tao have an end, there is no end, and how can it be cultivated to perfection.

People have resentment, they give birth to nameless fires, and those who accumulate seriously destroy others and destroy themselves, and the lethality is very great, and this greatness is boundless.

The Tao has grievances, and what will happen to him when the accumulation is serious?

Leng Yu is not a god who cultivates to the end of the path of tranquility, nor is he a perfect monk who has reached nirvana and detachment in the state of silence, since he has inherited the path of resentment, it is difficult to get rid of it, and all he needs is to try his best to make his cultivation "complete".

It's just like the Tao, the grievances are still ethereal, I don't know when it will be an end, I have to sigh that Qingxiao Zhenren is a genius, and sigh that the cold and quiet are suitable for grievances.

As for the inheritance process, not to mention, it can only be said that it was not easy to go cold in the past.

According to Leng You's current situation, whether it is to have a conclusion with Yuding Zhenren or to make one's cultivation "complete", the essence of the two is to strengthen oneself.

Barren mountains and mountains, the ancient road is long, ushering in another day of sunrise, and the cold and quiet continue to the north.

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In the hinterland of Zhongzhou, a few puffs of green mist are in the sky, and in the south of Shenzhou, strange black and red light smoke is intertwined in the forest.

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A barren mountain cave in the southeast of Shenzhou is the location of the Shura Palace, one of the three major gates of the Demon Dao.

In a dark and deep stone room, a crimson wind was blowing out, and only at this moment, a faint sword sound sounded inside, and a bleak and cold sword light gradually became brighter and brighter.

"Whew!"

A sound of breaking the air sounded violently, and the nameless fairy sword swept up rapidly, shuttling through dozens of hard and thick stone mountains like a thin needle piercing window paper, breaking through the ground, and its momentum was unabated like a bright star going straight up against the sky, and finally stopped at a high altitude above the center of a blood-colored stone square.

Many red-clothed disciples of the Shura Hall poured out from the main hall gate embedded in the mountain wall at the end of the square, and together with thousands of people on the square, the surrounding mountains, and the cliffs, they looked at the sky with tense faces.

The fairy sword emitted a cold and clear light, colder than the moonlight on a cold winter night, and the sword roared melodiously, gradually becoming rapid and high-pitched, and clanging.

In the dark cave dozens of feet below the center of the square, a pair of ruthless eyes suddenly opened.

Under the nervous gaze of many Shura Hall protectors and disciples, the entire immortal sword flashed slightly, and in an instant, the cold light burst into flames!!

The waves of light are like a surging tide, burying the entire land in the southeast corner of China......

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Hundreds of miles away from the capital mountain on the border of Zhongzhou, there is a mountain that sets in one day, and there is a famous twilight mountain.

At the top of the twilight mountain, a man lay on the ground, bored and resting his hands to enjoy the sunset not far away.

The sunset is about to set, and the afterglow reflects half of the sky, and the clouds on the horizon are like phoenixes spreading their wings, fluttering to hold the red sunset, and gradually holding it down the mountain.

Dusk falls, the twilight is quiet, and the dim and silent scene is like a soft light, guiding the world to comprehend the peace and tranquility of the Heavenly Dao.

It's just that under the soft light, there is darkness and gloom, with a bit of depression and desolation, which makes people feel tired inexplicably, and also makes people become melancholy, powerless and sinking, and they can't raise the strength to resist.

"Time flies so fast on the mountain, and before I know it, another day has passed. ”

The man lay down and stretched out very comfortably, and then stood up with his hands on the ground, his head swayed from side to side and moved his lower neck bones, and he said very relaxedly: "Go down the mountain early tomorrow morning!"

Night gradually covered the land.

At the top of the twilight mountain, a splendid fairy sword emits a warm orange-red glow of the sunset, like a round of orange-red dazzling sun in the dark night, prominent and dazzling, extremely extraordinary!

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Three or four days have passed, and thousands of monks have been driven out of the huge wandering city, making the outskirts of the city noisy and noisy, full of people, and there are streamers chasing and fighting in the sky, making a lot of noise.

In the center of the city, the Xingyue Tower towers into the clouds, the overall material looks like a mottled ancient bluestone brick, there is a thousand years of history precipitation of the ancient charm and heaviness, and on the four corners, the layers of eaves are flying, like tens of millions of birds spreading their wings, so beautiful!

The stars and moon floor and the sky, the stars appear in the daytime, and they can be picked with only one hand, achieving an extraordinary scene in the ordinary.

And on the long streets east of Xingyue Tower, due south, due west, and due north, a large number of disciples of the Chaos Demon Sect and the Blood Demon Valley have gathered, most of them use the refined iron fairy sword, and the tip of the sword is facing many scattered cultivations outside, neatly and uniformly, with a grim face, which provokes a shocking scolding outside the city.

On the side of the Xingyue Building, the ancestor of Dushan was draped in thick black hair, revealing a hideous and cruel old face full of thick and thick wrinkles, and in the wrinkles, a pair of eyes shot out two cold lights, and on its side was a bloody old monster with white eyebrows, white beard, and white robes, which was the blood-sucking and refining blood-sucking and refining blood-smashing ancestor! Medium stature, but a giant baby old face was very bloated, especially the two cheeks were swollen high like a steamed bun, and there was an indescribable horror.

Dushan Ancestor and Blood Demon Ancestor received several notes at the same time, and their faces changed slightly.

At this time, at the end of the northeast, northwest, and southeast skyline of the wandering city, there were just black clouds overpowering the sky!

The expressions of the two ancestor-level figures were relieved, and the note in their hands was shattered.

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On a moonlit night, the dense forest at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains is far away.

Leng You's mind was keen, and he silently bypassed one after another of the guards of the Heavenly Hatred, and finally came to the edge of the immortal abyss in the middle of the night.

The water surface of the fairy abyss is like a mirror, there is a small waterfall in the distance that flows down calmly and gently, a cliff stretches straight into the sky, the cliff is dotted with some small trees, there is the breath of the fairy family.

The world of Xianyuan is the pure land of a paradise fairyland.

Leng You set his eyes on the top of the cliff, and although he couldn't see anything, he still watched quietly for a while.

On the top of the cliff, isn't it Qushui Palace?

Leng You suddenly remembered at this moment that he had come all the way from Guyun Village to spend the night in the wilderness.

It seems that now, there is nowhere to go back.

Leng You did miss the days above, but in the end, he shook his head, summoned the sword fetus that fell under the water, and turned around to leave the sky again.