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In the past, people came and went to the flowery Gyeonggi important land, but now it is a ruined wall, and it is rare to see any people on the street, even occasionally a burst of iron hooves stepping on, and it is also the speed of the patrol armor, which is not seen before the steppe iron cavalry has set foot on this land.

If this was left in the past, there would occasionally be male soldiers and iron armor passing on the streets, and it was indispensable for ordinary people to stop lively, but now this is a new thing, so that people can see it, but more of it is afraid, because in this city now, the easiest thing to find is the corpse.

No one cared about the brightly armored cavalry, and no one cared about whether the tall horsemen were handsome and unmarried.

Not to mention the ordinary people in the capital who rummaged for the corpses of their relatives in the broken walls and tiles, and not to mention the emperor who was sitting on the dragon chair and was furious, but to say that on the mountain behind the imperial tomb on this day, I don't know when, there was an old man in white with a jasper wine pot on his waist.

The royal mausoleum in front of you is heavily guarded, according to feng shui, this is a vital dragon vein place for the dynasty to survive, and it is the most important thing related to the rise and fall of a dynasty.

However, at the moment, the guards in heavy armor seemed to not see the old man, and let the old man in white go straight to the location of the mountain tomb.

I don't know how long it took, the old man in white drank a few sips of the wine in the pot, and then stopped and watched for a while, then he reached out and touched the wine on his beard, and heyed, and then, when the depth of his eyes was shining, his figure flashed. But it was gone.

The 100,000 mountains, the fog in the early morning is heavy, and it has long been penetrated by the sun, and the only remaining fog is only in the deep mountains and old forests in the distance, slowly drifting.

And on the outer grasslands of this 100,000-strong mountain. A group of monks dressed as cultivators neatly drew out squares and corners of the squares, even those casual cultivators who were used to being lazy in the past, but this was actually the case.

Compared with the strict battle here, the end of the 100,000 mountain is unusually quiet, not even a gopher can be seen, only the forest like the vast ocean, standing there quietly. But it can make people clearly perceive a solemn and murderous atmosphere.

Qinghong Zhenren and the Zhenren of the various sects stood in the clouds one after another, looking at the direction of the forest sea of the 100,000 mountains with their faces sinking like water, silent.

"Are the Sect Masters waiting for the Demon Clan's army?"

I don't know how long I stood there, but a disciple of Hua Yanzong finally couldn't help but ask his companion beside him.

The man looked up at the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, and rolled his eyes at the person beside him: "Who knows? It must be a trap set up in a hundred thousand mountains, waiting for us to send it to the door!"

Just when the monks were talking. The corners of Qinghong Zhenren's eyes squinted slightly, and the two cold lights flickered non-stop, and after a while, he sneered and said: "Fellow Daoists, the demon lord treats people without knowing how to be polite, and I don't have to wait for anything." Tell me to go down and kill into the 100,000 mountains!"

The last sentence "Kill into the 100,000 mountains!" was cold in tone, like a cold wind in the cold winter wax moon, blowing into the ears of almost everyone present.

As for the people standing behind Qinghong Zhenren, after looking at each other for a while. Then they transmitted the sound to the disciples of the various sects, and almost at the same time, in this vast heaven and earth, a burst of shouting and killing suddenly exploded between heaven and earth like thunder, like the cry of a stormy wave, and the sound was endless!

The jasper-colored wine gourd, in the dark underground imperial mausoleum, faintly flashes with a faint light, but it can illuminate the surroundings in front of him, the amber liquid is constantly pouring into the mouth of the old man in white, and finally when he finished drinking the last sip, the old man breathed a sigh of relief, and looked towards the dark front with an intoxicated face, and said loudly: "Daoyou can also take a sip?"

The dark hall was empty and lifeless, and there was not even the slightest sound to respond to the old man's question, as if the old man was talking to himself.

Hey, the old man in white held the jasper gourd in one hand, and pointed to his chest with the other, and suddenly a burst of white light lit up, dazzling and dazzling like the moon of the nine heavens, in the cold, faintly exuding a pure sword intent, shooting straight into the darkness ahead.

The sound of snorting, like a burst of beans, exploded in an instant, and several rounds of light balls like the bright moon, cruising in the four corners of the main hall, and shining brightly, it can be regarded as a complete illumination of this underground imperial tomb that is not visible to the five fingers.

The old man in white did not look at the countless gold and silver treasures piled up in the corners of the surrounding walls, and even more did not look at the carved dragon carving style on the stone wall, but looked directly at the top of the front.

The old man in white smiled, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked directly at the two green flames that suddenly lit up on the opposite side, and he took a few steps forward and said, "Heaven and earth, one foot apart, but it's not nonsense." ”

The green fire burned faintly and quietly, without a trace of shaking, staring closely at the old man in white who was striding leisurely, without saying a word.

The old man lightly raised the jasper wine jug and drank a large sip of wine, and then said: "That person slashed the gate of heaven with a sword, which was considered to be a complete destruction, which not only cut off the connection between heaven and the world, but also cut off the way of immortality in the world. The elders of my sect have spent countless years just to reopen the gate of heaven, and I can't imagine that when I can finally fulfill my long-cherished wish, I will wash the Sword Pavilion, but I am no longer in this world. “

The green fire moved slightly, as if there was a flicker, but there was still no words, the old man in white didn't care, he smiled, and took another step forward, but he had already walked to the vicinity of the white jade platform, got up and stepped up, then went up a step, looked up and said: "Ascending to the gate of heaven and looking for immortality is the lifelong wish of the people in my generation, why does that person want to cut the gate of heaven with a sword?"

It seems that he already knows that the seemingly inhuman person sitting on the golden chair of the Nine Dragons will not answer his own questions, and the old man in white has climbed dozens of steps in a row, and then he asked: "In the past ten thousand years, my generation of cultivators, there are countless talents in the sky, and the best of them is my sword washing pavilion, the sword points to the gate of heaven, there have been countless sages and great powers, raised the sword and asked for immortality, but they were all knocked down by you, why?"

It was still silent, and in the empty underground imperial mausoleum, the figure of the old man in white became more and more dazzling, and the sword intent contended, oscillating out from the old man's body, but he went up dozens of steps, and said loudly: "Since the gate of heaven has been destroyed, the cultivators of my generation should open another gate of heaven, immortality and sentient beings, long-cherished wishes and sentient beings, you fall into the mortal dust, and it is also natural!"

When the four words "it should be" were heard, the old man in white was full of sword intent, and his body moved, but he was already standing on the white jade platform, in front of the Nine Dragons Golden Chair, the old man in white looked solemn and faced the face with murderous intent.

The sound of "......" came suddenly, like a laugh but not a laugh, and like the clanging sound of metal rubbing, which was extremely weird.

The sword intent of the old man in white suddenly suffocated, but in the time after a breath, he burst out again, but there was no further movement, like an accumulated "momentum!"

"Heavenly, earthly?"

The sound was piercing and screaming, but it was the person sitting on the Kowloon golden chair, and between the eyes of the old man in white, a strange man with four eyes appeared in his eyes.

Xu Lin's eyes were as plain as water, he had seen countless life and death battles, and he had also pursued the pleasure of approaching death, but his face was not shocked at this moment.

When those blood burst out and bloomed, when those limbs were ruptured and exploded, and in the hoarse shouts and scolding, in Xu Lin's thoughts, the vivid lives were like meteors falling to the ground, leaving only a trace that would soon disappear.

This is life, no matter what kind of exalted status or endless wealth it once had, it will eventually disappear into the vast world like the blooming blood-colored red flower.

Xu Lin looked up at the sky, looking at the endless sky, on the hideous "wound", there was an overflowing aura, scattered in the world.

"Aren't you going to mix and mix?"

The source of the voice came from the mouth of Lu Jiaorong beside Xu Lin, and at this moment, there was a faint trace of anxiety on her face, which couldn't help but cause Xu Lin to chuckle.

Lu Jiaorong looked back at him with a displeased expression, and Xu Lin also put away his laughter at the right time and said, "Do you want me to kill all sides, or are you worried about your father?"

Snorted, Lu Jiaorong replied angrily: "My father is Lu Zhennan, the head of Shushan and the first sword in the world, I don't believe that someone can really kill him in a mere 100,000 mountains." “

"Oh?" Xu Lin smiled and said, "Then let's watch first, and when they kill each other about the same, it's not too late for me to make a move." ”

Lu Jiaorong snorted again, but her complexion was obviously not very good-looking, because the 100,000 mountains in front of her were already the most tragic battlefield she had ever seen, there were dead people everywhere, and there were dead people all the time, whether it was a human monk or a demon cultivator of the demon race, in front of life and death, all the same.

Xu Lin looked leisurely, but his eyes wandered, as if he was looking for something, but he muttered: "What about playing?"

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