The upheaval of the world, the law of the jungle, everything comes and becomes fast.

Thrown into the Tianxin Pool by Gu Lingjun, a churning figure stood up, Chen Weiming looked at the bright and white hole, and the hatred in his eyes was difficult to hide. The thought of breaking away from the Smoke Cloud Pavilion had never been so strong.

He had always wanted to leave the killer organization, but he had always felt that he couldn't use the method of strength in a short period of time.

When he learned the Qinglian Sword Song and learned the spell method, he thought that Yanyun Pavilion would treat him special and would not sacrifice him easily. Especially if he still has the "Feng Shui Sutra" on his body, Yanyun Pavilion should do everything possible to save himself back.

At this moment, he knew that he was wrong. In the heart of the Evil Spirit Dao Monarch, he was far less important than he imagined. He made the same mistake as the banker, thinking that he could have a place, but he didn't think that he was just an outcast who could be abandoned at any time.

He didn't want to carry out this mission, but he didn't want to die even more. He tried his best to survive the situation, so he could only grit his teeth and walk down the steps towards the bottom.

The light gradually disappeared behind him, and the steps in front of him were slowly shrouded in darkness, and the vision cultivated by the Eye of Delusion and Truth did not affect him, but he still felt that this was a world leading to the dark abyss, which made it difficult for people to calm down.

The sound of clanging footsteps shook the bottom of his heart, making Chen Weiming a little panicked, and even hesitated, and he didn't even use the Wind Wings and other magical powers to deal with possible dangers.

I was at a loss all the way, as if I had returned to the weak period when I couldn't use my supernatural powers and couldn't learn Dao patterns. After stumbling, he had reached the bottom of Tianxin Pond, and a stone door appeared in front of him.

There is a formation on the stone gate, and Chen Weiming's current cultivation is enough to easily push it open. But when I reached out and pressed on it, it was as if I was pressing on a huge mountain. Hard to shake.

After hesitating for a long time, I finally mustered up the courage to push away the obstacles in front of me.

The green grass, delicate flowers, and the sun poured down, so that Chen Weiming couldn't help but squint his eyes. The atmosphere outside, the earth-shattering battle. One by one, the top cultivators in the cultivation world made a move, I don't know how many years I haven't seen it.

He originally thought that this was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, a pool of blood and an abyss, but he never thought that it would be a completely different picture.

At the top of the crystal, streaks of sunlight fell, making the courtyard look extraordinarily warm, making Chen Weiming's already messy and wandering heart inexplicably settle down.

Walking in, I saw a wooden wheelchair with its back to me, and a person seemed to be sitting on it. It can be seen that the mottled hair should be the old man that Gu Lingjun asked him to find.

Exhaling softly, Chen Weiming finally came to his senses and recovered his usual mentality. No matter what you will suffer, calm is the best option.

The old man turned his back to him, not knowing whether he was asleep or not aware of his arrival, and did not react at all. Urge the eyes of the truth to break the delusion. only to find out that this is actually a person who has almost no cultivation to speak of. It's not just that the true qi is weak. Even he could feel that his life energy seemed to be running out, and he was at the end of his life.

In the direction facing the old man is a painting with the sun, stars and moon painted on it, and next to it are some calligraphy and paintings, some of which are pure characters, and some of which are paintings with characters.

Chen Weiming doesn't know how to write and paint. But it can also be seen that the authors of these calligraphy and paintings should have extremely high attainments and are quite extraordinary.

The fight outside was in full swing, the ground was shaking, if he could, Chen Weiming also wanted to sit down in this quiet courtyard all the time. Pity. He couldn't, Gu Lingjun only gave him an hour. After an hour, even if you don't execute yourself for mission failure, you will fall into the hands of the Demon Gate, and you don't need to think about the consequences.

Since Gu Lingjun said that as long as he came in and danced the sword, he didn't have to kill people rashly.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Weiming said in a low voice: "Junior walkers, I have seen seniors. ”

shouted once, but there was no response, Chen Weiming could only raise his voice and said again: "Junior walker, I have seen my seniors." ”

Still unresponsive, the old man looked as if he was asleep or dead. Chen Weiming didn't know what to do for a while, a killer like him, the more he came to a calm environment, the more cautious he became. The danger hidden under the quiet mask is the most terrifying, the stone breaks the earth, and it kills with one blow.

After thinking for a moment, he had an idea, and he didn't step forward, pinched the sword fingers in his hand, and danced according to the sword marks of Qinglian Sword Song. He didn't dare to get too far ahead, for fear that there would be a trap he didn't know. Stand at the door, and if there is a situation, you can also escape as soon as possible.

However, the sword dancing method was really useful, and it only took a few movements, and the old man moved his head as if he had woken up from a dream, and stretched out a pair of hands like skeletons to push the wooden wheelchair around.

Have one foot in the grave...... Chen Weiming can only describe the old man in front of him like this. Skinny, yellow-brown skin, and patches of spots, like corpse spots. At first glance, it looks like a corpse, but if you look closely, it's not too much different, as if you can blow each other to death as long as you blow hard.

"You...... What are you doing?" the old man asked softly, trembling a little, as if he had no strength left.

"Dancing swords!" Chen Weiming replied.

The old man asked again, "What swordsmanship?"

"Qinglian Sword Song!"

Hearing Chen Weiming's answer, the corners of the old man's mouth raised slightly, and he seemed to be extremely disdainful: "This ...... Can it also be called Qinglian Sword Song?"

"No!" Chen Weiming stopped and said softly.

He was not surprised by what the other party said. These people in Yanyun Pavilion all thought that they would know the Qinglian Sword Song, but they didn't know that they didn't know the Qinglian Sword Song they thought they were.

His Qinglian Sword Song relied on the demonstration of the method of sigils, condensed his spiritual power and true qi and burst out, and then evolved into the Qinglian Sword Song. If he didn't use his true qi and spiritual power, he would be an idiot in swordsmanship, not to mention Qinglian Sword Song, and he couldn't even demonstrate ordinary swordsmanship.

But using the Qinglian Sword Song here, he couldn't control the power trend at all, and he was afraid that he would kill the other party just after using it.

After laughing contemptuously, a trace of disappointment flashed in the old man's eyes, and his skull-like hands didn't know where the strength came from, he touched the wooden wheelchair and turned around, and then looked at the painting, directly treating Chen Weiming as air.

The atmosphere was awkward for a while, and Chen Weiming didn't know what to do. According to Gu Lingjun's orders, he should have forcibly taken this old man away.

But this old man seems to be on the verge of decay, and he is afraid that he will lose his breath if he moves casually. And Chen Weiming didn't want to hand over this seemingly important old man to Yanyun Pavilion, a kind of revenge.

If that's the case, let's take it as an accident!

The idea in his heart must be that the sigil was condensed in his hand, and the moment he was crushed, a green lotus appeared in the courtyard. (To be continued.) )