The end of the world, the far west. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A man sat cross-legged in mid-air.

His eyes were closed, like an old monk in his meditation.

Behind him were countless ice coffins that were standing upright, and in the ice coffins, golden blood was circulating in them, both bright and dark.

Above his head was thunder and lightning.

It seems that this heaven and earth want to pour out their anger.

However, no matter how the electric python and thunder snake in the dome roared, the man still sat there quietly. It's like you're in some kind of deep sleep.

Beside him stood an old man, with white hair, but few wrinkles on his face, and a straight waist.

The old man stared into the distance with a calm brow, and as far as his eyes could see, two figures were approaching at a speed that ordinary people could barely see.

The old man sighed at that moment, looked back at the figure standing cross-legged in mid-air, and took out the sword behind his back.

And after a few breaths, the two figures, through layers of mist, finally landed firmly in front of him.

It was a young man and a girl who looked to be only eleven or twelve.

The young man had a grim face, dressed in a cloth coat, and carried a long knife on his back.

The little girl was born petite and lovely, as pink as a porcelain doll coming out of a painting. There was a black sword-like thing hanging around her neck, dressed in green clothes, and her eyes fell straight on the man behind the old man. The brilliance in the eyes is extremely complex.

The old man's gaze roamed back and forth over the two of them, and a different color gradually appeared in his eyes.

He finally spoke, "You... It doesn't belong here..."

The young man with the long knife on his back smiled when he heard this, and said, "So what?"

The old man's seniority was extremely high, at least more than one or two generations higher than the man in front of him, but when he heard this man's disrespectful words, there was no anger on his face.

"Even if you don't belong here, why do you need to interfere with this matter? Don't you be afraid, but you will miss Qingqing's life?" said the old man, but his eyes stayed meaningfully on the girl for a while.

The girl smiled suddenly.

A majestic momentum surged out of her body at that time.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face suddenly became exciting.

"You... It's a fairy... Future immortals—" He exclaimed, and his brows furrowed. But soon, as if he was extremely something, he asked again.

"What do you have to do with that kid?"

The girl was silent, seemingly reluctant to mention her relationship with the man.

But the swordsman beside her took a step forward at that time, touched the girl's head, and said, "She is the daughter of Chang'an..."

"So, that kid really became an immortal?" the old man was stunned, but soon fell into some kind of doubt.

"But the future is still not yours, nor is it the future we want. The girl's face showed a seriousness that was very different from her age, and she looked at the man behind the old man with his eyes closed, and said this.

"......" The old man lowered his eyes, and the sword in his hand was put down and lifted again with some hesitation.

"Future future, how do you know that this is not the future I want?" At that moment, the man behind the old man who had been closing his eyes and crossing his knees, his eyes suddenly opened, and a divine light flashed from his pupils.

His body slowly fell, and then he walked in front of them with extremely slow but powerful steps.

Rumble!

The thunder above the dome grew louder and louder.

At that time, the sea of clouds was surging, and the razer electric python roared and roared, a scene of apocalypse.

"I'm from the future, I've seen what it looks like, it's not what I want, and it's not what you want!" said the girl as she stepped forward and said with some anxiety.

She already had a vague sense that something in this tomb was about to shake off, and they were about to break free from the cage and crawl out of it to unleash the bloodiest revenge on those who had turned their backs on them.

And all this is just the beginning, countless calculations, countless conspiracies will envelop every living creature in this world from this moment on.

"How do you know what kind of future I want?" the man glanced at the girl, his white hair on his temples that had grown some wind and snow and swayed wildly with the wind stirred up by the thunder and lightning.

The question was obviously beyond the girl's expectations, and she paused slightly, before she could reply.

The man took another step forward.

"The future I want is a future without Lu Lichen, a future without Star Picking Tower. The man's head suddenly lifted at that moment, and he looked at the dome, and his squinted pupils reflected the thunder snake and lightning python in the sky.

"There is no future without heaven and man!"

The "......" girl was silent again. She had to admit that, at least at this point, Kaiyang did it.

"But—" she wanted to say something more.

The man waved his hand back at her.

"The celestial people behind the Star Picking Tower plotted against my Tianlan lineage, my wife died unexpectedly, and this hatred is not shared. As he said this, the light in his eyes grew colder.

"So, this can only be said with a knife?"

The man with the long knife on his back suddenly spoke, and he slowly took off the long knife on his back with a cold face.

That's a great knife, of course.

The blade is snow-white and bright, and the cold light lingers on it.

From the moment the knife was drawn, a clear knife sound suddenly sounded.

The sound of the sword was actually not big, but it inexplicably overshadowed the lightning and thunder in the sky, like a king. Just a whisper is better than a thousand whistlings.

The man's eyes narrowed, and he looked at the young swordsman. "You're going to fight me?"

"It stands to reason that the disciple naturally wouldn't dare to offend the uncle like this, but this is the master's order, and the disciple would not dare to disobey it. The young swordsman said with great respect.

"Just you?" the man asked again, his breath growing colder between his brows.

"Hmm. The swordsman nodded and replied with great certainty.

"Good!" the man shouted, a sharp sword intent rose from his body, and a dragon phantom appeared behind him, and the dragon rolled and emerged, waving its teeth and claws at the swordsman behind him. "It's not a loss, it's not to listen to the rain! It's a bit of courage from your master back then. It's just..."

The man paused, and a long sword was in his hand.

"It's just that even your master can't do a trick and a half in my hands at the moment, why are you fighting me?"

The man asked, and a substantial killing intent suddenly enveloped the swordsman.

The swordsman clearly felt that his uncle had a murderous intent.

After all, he is already too high, and he is too forgetful.

But under the shroud of this Taishang Qi machine, although there was a trace of regret on the face of the swordsman, he never had the slightest fear.

He said as if sighing: "Uncle Shi, you always say that Taishang is the left way..."

"I don't listen to the rain, but I really did a star..."

"The dead star..."

At that time, the swordsman's body became a little blurred, and there seemed to be no physical existence.

But the knife in his hand shone brightly at this moment.

The light was extremely bright.

The lightning and thunder in the sky lit up.

It also illuminates the sword light that amazed the whole world in the Northland five years ago.