In the northern wilderness, the cold snow is covered with yellow grass, the lake is gradually frozen, and the grassland man is seizing the last time to catch fish

The young man dressed in white looked at the picture on the lake, silent, and on his stiff cheeks, an iron beard gradually grew, and he looked more and more powerful.

Yun Piao has been here for a long time, and the elders of the tribe don't know what he's waiting for here, they only know that this young man is an immortal master, but they don't know much about what kind of cultivation he is.

Yun Piaoyao looked at the ice and snow on the lake, and said in a low hesitation: "You still walked on Lu Xu's old path after all?"

He calmly looked at the distance on the other side of the lake, his pure fingers slowly caressed his clothes, the white clothes trembled gently in the wind as if standing in front of the abyss, looking at the sky in the distance, the clouds fluttered and recalled the past events, corresponding to the increasingly desolate world in front of him, and after a long silence, he remembered his friend who had long since passed away.

Over the years, he didn't believe that the friend of the strongest person in the cultivation realm would die, but the truth of the matter told him, and that thing was true.

And how did his friend, who had traveled among the forces of the world like a fish swimming in a lake, so comfortable and even exuding a satisfied sense of happiness?

Then he was silent for a moment and then said: "After returning from the south, I have never set a step in the south, I think you must have also sensed my existence, although I did not fight with you back then, but between the two of them, it can be regarded as a victory or defeat, I don't know what it should be like to meet again today?"

He didn't want to enter the space again, but silently reminisced about the past by the lake, in addition to thinking more about the reason for the fear in his heart, he could still clearly remember the bloody pictures of the past, and the ruthless friend in his mind.

But he must go today, after all, the incident back then has a lot to do with him, and some things must also be decided.

After thinking back to the past, the clouds fluttered gently across the lake, fiddling with their white clothes, and disappeared into the northern wasteland in an instant.

Lu Wu stood on top of the South Dipper Peak, looking at the dark endless abyss, when the clouds swayed to the south, he had already sensed the other party's existence, and his heart was also melancholy.

He looked at the sky in the north, and suddenly said: "It's really a mountain rain that is about to come and the wind is full of buildings, you can't bear your heart, according to your relationship with your senior brother, I should also call you brother, you and your senior brother broke into the space in the gap of the netherworld with two swords, why didn't you kill all those people, but just closed the door of that space, now it seems that you have already expected what is happening." ”

Qingyin frowned, thought for a moment and said: "Senior brother, there are some things that should not be questioned, after all, although Nayun Piaoxiao is acquainted with Senior Brother Lu Xu, but now it is impossible to distinguish whether it is a friend or an enemy, but I always feel that if I pin all my hopes on Yang Zhao's kid, it is still a little risky." ”

After a pause, Lu Wu said softly: "Since he can use Senior Brother Lu Xu's Void Sword, he has already decided on a qiē path, and that Baiyun Demon King must have already known about it. ”

Then he said slowly: "Some things will be dealt with later, the current situation is complicated, and only if you can meet Yun Piaoyao can you break the situation by going one step further, compared to other things, it is all idle things." ”

Qingyin frowned again and asked, "Why did Senior Brother do such a complicated thing back then?" It is so elusive that there is hardly a trace to be found. ”

He looked at the sky above the valley in the south, and said with a blank expression: "I believe in this White Cloud Demon King, because there are few people in this world who know the cause and effect of these things back then, except for me. ”

After Lu Wu finished speaking, he silently thought about some things, which naturally made sense and should not be taken lightly, especially in that mysterious space, the other party was able to attach so much importance to this matter, presumably this matter was the beginning of the breakthrough.

Thinking that Lu Wu glanced at the sky above the valley, he also disappeared on the top of Nandou Mountain in an instant.

And Qingyin looked at the place where Lu Wu disappeared silently, but did not say any more words, but the stubborn young man with a long sword kept appearing in her mind, and she couldn't help but start to feel heartache, she didn't know why Yang Zhao's figure appeared in her heart, but the slightest fault in her mind told her that some things were not as simple as she imagined, but she didn't know what to do now, so she had to bless Yang Zhao in her heart and be able to turn this catastrophe around.

A gust of wind swept through the valley, blowing up extremely broken gravel and clothes, Lu Wu sensed the breath of heaven and earth in the valley in the wind, and said calmly after a moment of silence: "I can't feel it, it's obviously already here, why can't I feel his existence?"

Lu Wu opened his bright eyes and slowly walked into the valley, his eyebrows were also slowly wrinkled, there were many things he didn't see through back then, and there were many things he couldn't see through this time, such as clearly confirming that the person had entered the valley at this time, why was he still a little faintly uneasy in his heart?

As if thinking of something, he began to wait at the entrance to the space.

And within the altar of that space, the battle between Yang Zhao and the Huangquan Demon Saint had also reached the most critical moment.

When Yang Zhao's long sword pierced into Huang Quan's Yuan Infant, Huang Quan screamed bitterly, his hands clamped the blade like flowers, and his hands suddenly trembled at high speed.

A substantial force surged up along the blade, and suddenly met with the void sword intent that Yang Zhao had poured into the blade.

Boom!

The dim altar was dusty, the walls collapsed, and the ruins were like garbage, swept up by the wind and fluttered around, hitting the air of the outside world with a crackling sound, and the entire altar was destroyed by the fighting methods of the two of them, and it was instantly exposed to this space, and the light also appeared suddenly.

No matter how powerful a cultivator is, if Yuan Ying is directly stabbed, he should always die, right?

Yang Zhao was still extremely vigilant, because the strength of the Huangquan Demon Saint's realm had surpassed all his combat experience, and he didn't know what kind of survival ability the powerful monk who was already in the realm of the Mahayana period had, although the cultivation of this powerful monk was already one in ten, but after all, he was also a generation of powerhouses, and he thought that there were other means to save his life.

So he didn't draw his sword out of it, but stared at Huang Quan's close eyes, looking at the vitality in the deepest part of the old man's eyes, and twisted his wrist hard, so that the cold blade directly shook Huang Quan's Yuan Ying into pieces.

Huang Quan's body twitched suddenly, clutching his chest in pain, but he didn't die immediately.

Yang Zhao frowned, ready to draw his long sword and directly cut off this person's head.

Huang Quan stared at Yang Zhao's waist, and suddenly laughed maniacally, but the laughter was very weak, and finally turned into a crying voice, and gasped and said: "So that's the case, is this the fate." ”

At the moment before death, this dying peerless powerhouse finally understood something from Yang Zhao's body, and muttered: "Born to be a demon, death is also a demon, I thought I could jump out of the Three Realms in this life, but I didn't expect to know ...... my life until I finally returned."

"It's always been in this mountain, and it's always been a chess piece laid by others. ”

Yang Zhao heard what Huang Quan was saying, but he didn't pay much attention to it, he was not a literary young man, he didn't have the hobby of listening to the last words of a powerful enemy before he died, he just wanted to kill the other party completely and end this nightmare-like encounter.

However, when he wanted to draw the long sword, he found that Huang Quan's body seemed to have turned into a quagmire at this time, and the sharp and smooth sword blade was tightly withered in his chest.

Fortunately, there was no strong force coming from the blade of the sword, and his sea of consciousness was not attacked by his divine sense again.

Since you can't draw the sword, let's go deeper.

Yang Zhao snorted, his hands were used again, and the long sword in his hand directly penetrated the old monk's body, and the void sword intent he had comprehended spurted along the sword body without hesitation.

Deliberately shocked, Huang Quanwa spat out a mouthful of thick blood.

Imprisoned here for thousands of years, even a trace of aura can not be absorbed, can only rely on the aura cached in the statue to live, although Huangquan is able to open the valley of the Mahayana realm but is still tortured inhuman form, probably because of the lack of aura, the blood he spit out at this time is actually black, extremely viscous, just like the blood mist in the sea of blood in Huangquan.

Huang Quan slowly sat up straight, ignoring the Void Sword Intent that was destroying all the vitality in his viscera, looking at Yang Zhao's eyes in front of him, his hands slowly spread out on his knees, forming a seal of Huang Quan, which he was known as the world-shattering Huang Quan.

He was injured by the sword blade before, and now his hands are only four thumbs left, and the white bones between the severed fingers are oozing blood, which looks extremely terrifying, but as soon as the mutilated Yellow Spring Seal appears, a clear aura suddenly envelops his body, and the breath of death gradually spreads among the broken walls and ruins all over the ground.

"The Netherworld is a small world in the Netherworld, and now I am about to belong to that world, but because of this, I have calmed down a little, since I can't jump out of the Three Realms, since I am only in this mountain, then why do I have to go with the wind, now that I think about it, my calculation is just a joke after all. The Huangquan Demon Saint quietly looked at Yang Zhao's eyes and said.

Then Yang Zhao heard his voice.

He was not forced to enter the three-foot world in front of the other party by the power of the divine consciousness of the Huangquan Demon Sage, but the hearts of the two people met in the spiritual realm, so that they could feel the consciousness of the other party, or the mind was connected

At the moment of meeting, Yang Zhao clearly judged that the other party's mind was very calm at this time, not joy, but the enlightenment after Yihe Dongtho, and this heart even seemed a little close.

The Huangquan Demon Saint's eyes were as warm as a spring lake, and he looked at Yang Zhao quietly and said: "What am I seeking? What are we seeking? Under the Heavenly Dao, can there be a new world that is different from before? Why do we want to enter a world that we don't know anything about, isn't the world we originally lived in bad? I don't know, and I don't know if Lu Xu finally knew." ”

He looked at the mottled sword marks left on the ruins, and a smile appeared on his pale old face.

"In the end, it's you who is the best player, and your heir wins, but can he win in the end? He is now on your path, and it probably starts like this, but when you die, I see the end of him, and this is probably the cause and effect of all the qiē. ”

Then the Huangquan Demon Saint withdrew his gaze and continued to look at Yang Zhao's eyes.

Yang Zhao's sea of consciousness buzzed, and he felt that many things came from Huang Quan's crystal calm gaze, and those things were not specific cultivation knowledge, nor pictures, but just some vague feelings.

"You have begun to enter the demon, if you want to cultivate the demon, you must first cultivate the Buddha, think about why Lu Wu failed back then is this, only the Buddha and the Devil, the three laws are connected, and the final success will be successful, and then please walk bravely into the night, although you may have any chance of success, you may just go on the road and die, but I still want to bless you, I hope you can achieve our wishes. ”

The Huangquan Demon Saint quietly watched him say the last words in the world, slowly closed his eyes, and spread out his hands resting on his lap, and finally died under his own calculations.

Yang Zhao clenched the hilt of his sword with both hands and looked at him in front of him.

There seemed to be a slight sound of wind blowing, and the body hanging on the blade of the sword suddenly dried up and scattered like a weathered sand sculpture, and the messy broken walls that fell to the ground began to disappear into a piece of yellow stone.

Dust to dust, dust to dust, and white bones to white bones.

The Yellow Spring Demon Saint in the Netherworld was originally a piece of jade in the Yellow Spring, which was not something he could choose, because he was originally a piece of jade thrown out of the Netherworld, only to come out of the water of the Yellow Spring and come to the Netherworld.

After thousands of years, he also had his own consciousness, and then he began to transform into a generation of demon saints in the netherworld.

He has immortal talents, and he intends to cover the heavens with demons, jumping out of the Three Realms, not among all living beings, so that he can erase the ruthless Heavenly Dao of the old world in the new world, and find his master, who seems to have long since died.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to do evil, and gradually did not know what was evil, did a lot of earth-shattering things, achieved a world-shattering reputation, killed thousands of people, and then he met a person named Lu Xu, and his plan began at this time, and thus the white lotus was born.

But he didn't succeed, he was imprisoned in the netherworld for thousands of years, he waited for hope in despair, and then died the moment he saw hope, until he saw death, he realized that he didn't care about anything, he realized that he had been just waiting for death.

After the master died in order to change the heavens and the earth, he was already doomed.

Since then, the world has been a bleak and lonely grave for him.

He's a gravedigger who has gone berserk.

He was a man long dead.

Yang Zhao stood in place with a confused expression, and the long sword in his hand slowly fell.

The Huangquan Demon Saint died like this, but the fragments of consciousness that had been transmitted to his mind earlier still existed.

Those feelings are very complicated and even chaotic, just like the person of the Huangquan Demon Saint.

Yang Zhao picked up the yellow jade stone heavily and held it in his hand, he said to Huang Quan, who had been wiped out and couldn't even be reincarnated, in his heart: "Your wishes, I will help you complete them, although you are a little hateful, but you are still a person who can make me have some respect." ”

The last of the sword intent in the mottled sword marks left in the ruins of the broken wall was still pouring into Yang Zhao's body, slowly transforming his body along with the aura of heaven and earth, and his tattered clothes bloomed with purple light, trembling slightly.

Yang Zhao wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, propped up the ground with his sword, and walked to the corner with difficulty, confirming that Xiaobai and Bailian had only fallen into a coma and were not dead, and then finally put their minds at ease.

He sat down against the wall, looked down at his chest, and began to cough violently.

Feeling the changes in his body, and feeling the consciousness that the Huangquan Demon Holy Degree gave him, fear and anxiety gradually occupied his heart, if these things were known, what kind of attitude would the Taixu Sect and the master have, once he lost this biggest backer, how could he survive in this cultivation realm?

The connection was hit hard, his body was on the verge of collapse, and at this time he finally relaxed, the fear brought by reason mixed with the injury hit him strongly, making him unable to feel at ease with pain and anxiety, and he didn't even have time to think about how to leave this space and get out of this valley, frowning in pain, not knowing how to face the rest of his life.

With a stomach full of doubts and fears, Yang Zhao leaned against the wall and passed out.

The mottled stone wall floated down indifferently on his unconscious body, and the speed at which the aura of heaven and earth poured into it became very slow, but it continued, and it seemed that as long as he lived, it would continue like this forever.

Yang Zhao began to fall into the devil in a coma.

At this time, the sky in this space also slowly entered the long night.

This time the night came, and it seemed that it would never leave, and it seemed that it had begun to be dark forever.

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PS:Alas,It could have been two chapters.,I didn't expect the computer to know where the error was.,I didn't save the number of words coded during the day.,It's too late to wake up at night.,So today is a change.,Please forgive me.。

By the way, thank you for your great help in recommending this book, I also like to read "Da Ming Guan" and "Struggle in the New Ming Dynasty" with the capital letter, in the history category, the book with the capital is really good.

Finally, in the explanation, hehe, begging for collection, kneeling and begging everyone to collect this book, 360,000 words, the collection is only more than 900, alas, it is really dead on the street.