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An old man with crane hair and a childish face is sitting cross-legged on a futon woven of starlight, meditating with his eyes closed.

A streamer encircled him, slowly flying up and down, hovering left and right. Between the dances of the streamers, pieces of clear shadows overflowed from him, overflowing, and the clear light lit up, reflecting a piece of the past, flickering and extinguishing.

The old man's face turned pale, and the streamer rolled down, wrapped it in a clump, and circled for a week before it dispersed, and then he regained his complexion.

"Failed again. Isn't my accumulation, my state, enough? Why can't I feel it?"

The old man shouted angrily, his spirit was full of energy, he ignited and sublimated himself, his soul was settled, and he condescendingly observed everything about himself and examined his own shortcomings.

Behind it, without a sound, a little darkness appeared. In the darkness of nothingness, FinchMo stretched out a hand and gently put it on its head, and a feather floated lightly on its head, swaying.

Not daring to make too much of a move, Que Mo cautiously searched through the memories roughly, but did not find any valuable clues, so he whispered softly in his ear: "It's been closed for ten years, and it's time to get out." ”

"Ten years of entry, and there is no gain. The old man sighed, raised his right hand, took off the ink-colored hairpin on the crown, and put it in front of his eyes to appreciate it carefully.

This hairpin, in the shape of a small sword, is black ink, shiny, shining with a strange light, is an endless sword light and sword shadow, echoing with an ethereal song, is the sound of the blade cutting off the limbs, and also exudes a light fragrance, which is the intoxicating life, and the taste that has been precipitated for a long time.

The old man flicked his fingers, and the little sword also played a heavenly sound, a beating war drum, a blowing horn, an iron hoof on the expedition, and the years that had passed.

Six hundred years ago, His Royal Highness was defeated and withdrew from the decisive battle for the throne.

And the army he led was also broken up and reorganized, and he himself returned to the general's mansion with a secret wound, where he recuperated and spent the rest of his life. If you break through, you can set foot on the battlefield again, and if you fail, the injuries from that battle are not so easy to get through.

"The experience is not enough, the turning point is not enough, the excitement is not enough, and the foundation of refining the void is not enough. The old man stood up, grabbed the streamer back, and with a single step, broke through the void.

By the pond, on the rockery, the old man stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the scenery, and shouted softly: "Qingyang, come here." ”

The space rippled in front of him, and a man in a green robe walked out, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and his aura was lofty.

"You're healed. The blue-robed man's gaze wandered around him a few times, and after looking carefully, he said with a smile.

"Of course. The old man snorted and said proudly.

"In the past hundred years, you have been out several times, and I haven't seen you look for me, are you going out?" Yuan Qingyang said with a smile, although it was a questioning tone, but in his words, there was a faint sense of affirmation.

"I can't break through the fourth order now, it should be that the accumulation is not enough, and I need to go out for a walk. The old man nodded and said, "After I left, there were few people in the mansion, they were all leading troops outside, can you do it alone?"

"Don't worry, it's okay. Yuan Qingyang smiled warmly and said, "Let's go and meet His Highness before leaving." After all, you are his old subordinate, listen to his opinion, the fourth-order road will be smoother, we have not yet appeared in the Yuan Mansion, I don't know what omissions there are in the opinion, go and see it. ”

"Your Highness has become an immortal, and now as an elder, he is guarding all sides on weekdays, can he see it this time?" the old man Shao Mo frowned suspiciously.

"A lot of things happened this time. Someone wants to crown the princess, and some people seem to have something wrong, the Royal Highness has already returned, you should be able to meet each other when you take the time. ”

"Okay, I'll go and see Your Highness. Yuan Shaomo nodded and said, "Qingyang, your qualifications are worthy of being the best in your generation, you are only six hundred years old, and you have kept up with our generation." Third-order refining gods, third uncle, I only broke through when I was a thousand years old, and you succeeded at such a young age. Even in the royal family, you're on top. ”

"The third uncle said with a smile, the qualifications of the ninety-three county lords are really terrifying, when I met her half a year ago, she was already a second-order qi refiner, close to consummation, I think it will not be long before she steps into the third-order refining god, and it is just around the corner. Yuan Qingyang narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze blurred.

"Forget it, don't talk about that. Qingyang instantly came back to his senses, turned around and said, "Does the third uncle have anything else to explain?"

"Here's to you. Shao Mo took out the streamer, handed it to Qingyang, and said, "Lock the empty Aya for you, I am going to break through the fourth order, this thing does not need to be brought with me." ”

"This is a fourth-order treasure, it was left to you by her, the power is endless, you really let it go. Qingyang stretched out his hand to catch it and asked.

"She's no longer there," Shao Mo closed his eyes and sighed: "If I can't break through the fourth order, I can't save her, staying by my side will only affect my mentality, when I come back, you can give it to me again." ”

"Good. Qingyang nodded.

"Before leaving, I will see if there is any little guy in the house who is clever and clever, and I will give him a chance. Shao Mo's body moved, and the wind dispersed.

"Come out of your heart, no longer dwell on that matter, be open-minded, maybe you can really step into the fourth order. Qingyang looked at the breeze and said to himself: "If your soul is immersed in the past, and this spirit and spirit are sublimated together, you will not be able to hold on." Hopefully you can really hold on to yourself. You are not yet the fourth order, and if the form and god are dispersed, you will not be able to resurrect them with these mediums. ”

Qingyang watched the streamers fly lightly, and couldn't help sighing, he was also a pitiful person.

The streamer suddenly danced without wind, and the hunt sounded, piercing into the void.

Qingyang's expression changed, he raised his hand and pressed the void, and an inch of light shot out from the ground, and a mysterious fluctuation swept back and forth in the mansion, searching, and after a long time, it was still fruitless. Qingyang's face darkened, and he flicked his sleeves and disappeared from the spot.

This streamer is a fourth-order artifact, a remnant left after a fourth-order existence was killed, and it is also a Taoist soldier whose life is at stake, and all actions naturally have a deep meaning, involving all sides, and will never be without wind and waves.

The streamers danced without the wind, piercing into the void, hunting, judging by their posture, this was to meet the opponent hiding in the void. But Qingyang was ignorant of this, if it weren't for the spontaneous attack of this streamer, he wouldn't have understood that someone was hiding in the void, watching every move of the Yuan Mansion.

What a daring act!

Although six hundred years ago, my Yuanfu chess was one move short, and the highness who helped failed and suffered a lot of trauma himself. But after His Majesty Yuan Ling ascended the throne, he only warned a few words, my Yuan Mansion has not yet fallen to the point where anyone can secretly watch it!

Qingyang took a deep breath, suppressed his resentment, and began to sort out the information he knew, trying to find a clue.

At this time, outside the capital, in the void, there were two people facing each other from afar, one of them was naturally Que Mo, and the other was a scribe with a lupine scarf.

The two briefly exchanged hands in the void of the Yuan Mansion, and then instantly erased the traces, transferred the battlefield, and fought fiercely in the outer void outside the capital before continuing to confront.

"Yuwen, how did you find me. Que Mo stretched out his right hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said.

Que Mo was deeply injured, and the essence of his carefully refined body was broken by someone, and he was beaten back to the state of flesh and blood from the essence of life, and he spat blood from his mouth.

"Sparrow, you are really bold, dare to mess around in the capital of my human race, it seems that you don't have to go back today. The scribe shook the feather fan lightly and said with a smile. The tone was extremely cold, without revealing a trace of killing intent, just a look at the dead man, no, the dead sparrow.

This is the will to kill, and to slay it here today, no matter what, is the magnanimity of the dead.

"How can you find me, all traces of me have been erased, you can't find it. "Quemo is very unwilling.

He was still slowly comparing everyone in the Yuan Mansion and was deducing who that guy was, when the master's immortal feather suddenly shook and asked him to come back quickly. Before Que Mo could ask, Yuwen suddenly attacked from behind, caught off guard, was taken the lead, was hit hard, and had to flee, only then did a trace of movement leak out, and was sensed by the streamer that was also a fourth-order, and it was another abrasion. After all, that person had already fallen, and he was uncontrolled, so naturally his power was limited, and he couldn't compare with a fourth-order cultivator.

"You've been spotted a long time ago, and I've been following you for a long time. Yuwen chuckled, and a transparent river suddenly rose above the feather fan, and fanned towards Que Mo, and said, "Now, you can look at it." ”

"Delusional!"

Bird Mo shouted, and the original form appeared behind him, and one by one the feathers tore through the void, almost piercing the void, and hurriedly retracted his wings, gathered the boundless power, and blasted forward.

The wings are like clouds hanging from the sky, and the layers of clouds flutter between the feathers, and there are actually small worlds opened up in them, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are more and more out of the worlds, dragging this void to tremble, and they are suppressed together.

Open up an endless small world, evolve endless rivers and mountains, leap on the paper, turn into a canopy, lifelike, exquisite. The mountains and rivers are magnificent, and the rivers and seas are fishing for sharks, and there are endless figures appearing between the mountains and rivers. The spirit becomes a god, and the capital of heaven and man is incarnated, which adds a bit of popularity, and it is also a more complete coordination of the power here.

A giant, standing outside the void, fanning in, surging rivers, overwhelming the sky.

On this boundless continent, any living creature can see it as long as it looks up, and naturally everyone is worried, and one by one they go all out, in order to survive, and do their best to attack the catastrophe.

The heavenly river is pouring down, the four seas are vast, and the lives are miserable.

This boundless continent collapsed in an instant, turning into streams of vitality escaping, accompanied by waves of water vapor, filling this void.

Bird Mo carefully restrained his movements, suppressing the fluctuations of this battle. A pair of sharp claws tore open the continent, shattering it all, and grabbed at Yuwen fiercely.

Yuwen chuckled, closed the feather fan, and struck upward, directly against the claws, and stabbed forward fiercely.

"Poof!" Flesh and blood flew and feathers splattered.

"Do you want to use that fairy feather?" Yuwen feather fan covered his face and coughed lightly.