Chapter 61

'A remnant sun spreads in the water, half the river is sorrowful and half the river is red. Pity the three nights of the first month of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. ’

Not everyone has poetry, and everyone is elegant.

No one prefers the first moonlit night when the cool dew falls in September.

No one prefers it, it's like a drop of dew from a bead.

No one prefers it, as if it is a crescent moon with a bow.

In September, the first coolness. Golden autumn is within reach. It's another harvest season.

For the three veins of Pushan Mountain, which has been at the bottom for nearly 300 years, September is the golden autumn of October.

Abundant harvests.

It's a lot of money.

First, the female sword immortal entered the Great Immortal Land Immortal Realm, and then a young Taoist priest rode a crane through the gate of heaven and returned.

Then there are young people who enter the top three in the battle formation, win the top and look at Sendai, and there are old Taoists with white hair and green silk, who have entered the late stage of distraction, and the great immortal is at his fingertips.

Mo Qiu, a third-generation disciple of the first line of Babel Tower, will fight against Long Ling'er, the master sister of the first line of the Lost Tree Flower Mirror, and it will be set on the third day of the ninth month, Tongling Peak, to determine the last place in the top three.

As for whether the three generations of disciples Mo Qiu killed the dark horse again in the end, or the senior sister who rode Qingluan with the two lumps of flesh on her chest and was so big that she was mad, she could come out on top.

Xu Xiaoxian didn't guess, didn't think, and didn't have the idea of watching the battle.

First, I went to the mound with one hundred and three Xiangfei bamboos planted in the Bulao Cave, toasted three glasses of water and wine, and then stepped on the climbing stairs, step by step, and went down the steps.

......

The eight bright red characters of "hugging Pu Dangxing, Xing in Vermilion Bird" are engraved on a huge stone tablet, which is particularly conspicuous and distinct.

Xu Xiaoxian jumped onto the stone monument and sat down.

As far as the eye can see, it is a huge moat that has no depth.

The moat is 100 miles wide, this side is Baopu Mountain, and that side is the closest place to Baopu City.

On one side is an immortal, on the other side is a mortal, no matter how far away it is, it is less than a thousand miles, but it is close to the end of the world, and it is difficult to intersect in a lifetime.

Xu Xiaoxian wanted to see the sunset.

The sunset here is the most beautiful, and there are also the most beautiful memories here, and he also promised her here, 'I want to be the green emperor one day, and the peach blossoms will bloom together.' ’

Whether she can do it is a teenager I don't know, she is already a great immortal land fairyland, and the distance between the two is boundless.

......

Suddenly.

A figure appeared with the firelight and fell ten feet in front of the young man.

The autumn hurricane's face is not the most handsome, it is always a picture that can be inspiring, he stops there, there is no need to release any qi, there is still a majestic and incomparable righteousness, straight into the heart, irrepressible.

In a flash.

Xu Xiaoxian was infected.

The decadence and a little sorrow in his heart were swept away, and the true yuan in the Huangting Palace was agitated, and the fighting spirit was born.

Torrential.

Xu Xiaoxian jumped off the stone stele, pursed his lips, and said to himself: "No matter how far away it is, no matter how difficult it is, it's easier than going to kill the sky in life and life, isn't it?"

Autumn Hurricane took off the Confucian divine soldier on his back and pointed to the pen, and said straight to the point: "Xu Xiaoxian, it is better to choose a day than to hit the sun." Let Confucianism point to the heavenly pen, and it will be how the cloud dragon gun is. ”

Xu Xiaoxian said heroically: "Okay." ”

The man holding the head of the four little immortals of Pushan flew back thousands of feet, jumped into the air, held the heavenly pen with both hands, and silently recited the formula.

The three-foot point heavenly pen lifted into the air, one step long and one zhang, flying to a height of twenty zhang, and there was a huge amount of twenty zhang.

Xu Xiaoxian's left hand in the Lao Gong cave warmed the cloud dragon gun appeared in his hand in an instant, he held the gun in one hand, the waves under his feet, Xu Xiaoxian stepped on the waves, and lifted into the air.

1,000 feet away.

The pride of the sky who touched the threshold of the out-of-body period had words in his mouth.

The sky rippled.

The Confucian divine soldier points to the heavenly pen and moves.

The sky is the back of the paper, and the righteousness is the ink!

Twenty zhang points to the heavenly pen, in the sky to fly hard, iron painting silver hook, force through the sky.

Large golden letters appeared in the sky.

A poem from the Northern Tang Dynasty poet Li He's "Yanmen Tai Shou Xing", written in the sky.

Poetry.

Fifty-six golden characters are suspended in the sky, like a page of heaven that summons the sins of the world, and the sky is majestic, making people dare not look at it directly.

'The black clouds crush the city and want to destroy it, and the armor light opens to the sun. ’

'The sound of the horn fills the sky with autumn colors, stuffed with swallow fat and night purple. ’

'Half a roll of red flags is in the water, and the frost is heavy and the cold is silent. ’

'Repay the king's intention on the golden platform, and carry the jade dragon to die for the king. ’

The moment the poem was written.

Heaven and earth are born in vision.

Suddenly.

On a crisp autumn day, black clouds rolled without warning.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds changed, the sky cracked a shocking ravine, a ray of sunlight penetrated through the cracks in the clouds, and the overwhelming golden-armored gods fell from the sky.

The sunlight shines on the armor of the golden armor god, and only the golden light is shining and dazzling.

The sword in the hand of the Golden Armor Heavenly God became more and more dazzling and cold.

Xu Xiaoxian gasped as he watched the dense golden armor god raise his sword to kill. The fiery red true yuan in the body rose again and again, out of the yellow court, through the mud pill, and reached the gate of heaven.

Xu Xiaoxian did not retreat, but advanced.

Charge.

The gun is like a dragon.

For example, a tiger that pounces into a wolf pack, no matter how tragic the end is, there is a process of killing 3,000 enemies.

Xu Xiaoxian, who was holding the cloud dragon spear, was like a sharp arrow from Xuan, straight into the encirclement, his hand rising and the gun falling.

A chill arose.

A screeching sound of gold and iron sounded.

The young man's gun pointed to the ground, and after three takeoffs, he returned a thousand feet away.

Xu Xiaoxian held a gun in one hand.

One shot breaks through three thousand six!

The innumerable and dense golden armor gods were like butter cut by a hot knife, and they were stabbed into two formations by the young man with one shot.

It's a pity that at a height of twenty zhang in the sky, the Confucian gods and soldiers are still writing hard in the sky. There were still countless golden-armored gods falling from the clouds in the sky, as if endless, instantly filling the vacancy brought by the young man's gun, and surging towards Xu Xiaoxian like a tide.

Xu Xiaoxian's brows furrowed.

My heart is turning.

Throwing the cloud dragon spear with one hand, the zhang eight cloud dragon spear went straight into the center of the enemy formation, a dragon breathed, and the golden armor god of a hundred zhang square circle was wiped out, leaving a vacant space with a diameter of 100 zhang.

Xu Xiaoxian stepped on the waves, entered the clearing, did not draw his gun, and formed a fist with both hands.

There was still a steady stream of golden-armored gods descending from the sky, forming a momentum of encirclement, pressing step by step.

Mountains.

Catch the tiger.

Catch the gods.

The boy punches up, falls, and rises again.

Every time the fist rises and falls, dozens of gold-armored heavenly gods fall in response to the fist.

The boy is like a tiger that pounces on a flock of sheep.

The momentum is like a rainbow.

Invincible.

Suspended in the sky and reciting the words of the autumn hurricane, he sighed, and pinched the trick with both hands.

The cold and miserable atmosphere of the battlefield became more and more intense.

It was like a tragic picture.

It was late autumn, and the trees were shaken down, and in the midst of a dead silence, there was a whimpering horn sound.

The nine-foot-tall golden-armored god, like a seedling fueled by a seedling, instantly rose a foot taller, with a fierce momentum, and also relied on the strength of the crowd, clamoring forward, pressing step by step.

The boy was fearless.

Still fist down.

A Taoist robe has long been riddled with holes.

Talisman tungsten gold armor, the aura is exhausted.

Xu Xiaoxian's true yuan in the Huangting Palace had long been exhausted, and then the vermilion bird fed back, then exhausted, and then fed back.

There will be an end.

The boy still walked forward.

I may die on the battlefield.

The fierce battle lasted from day to night, and the sunset reflected the battlefield, and the large chunks of bright red blood on the young man's body condensed through the night mist to show a patch of purple on his body.

It's like the shocking purple rouge on a woman's lips.

I don't know how long it took.

Maybe it was at the moment when the young man's true yuan dried up.

A dragon groaned.

There is a hundred zhang Canglong escaped out of the cloud dragon spear, opened his mouth and pounced on the sky, and the Confucian divine soldier pointed at the heavenly pen.

Moment.

The autumn hurricane, suspended in the air, smiled.

Close.

Cast a fire escape.

Go far.

Baizhang Canglong returned to the cloud dragon spear.

The Golden Armor Celestial God also disappeared at that moment.

Xu Xiaoxian's face was like gold paper, relying on the cloud dragon spear.

and not fall.

A round of red sun, jumping out of the sea of clouds.

It was morning.

Xu Xiaoxian grinned.

The boy thought of the vermilion bird feeding back.

The boy thought of the seven changes of the Vermilion Bird.