Killing people and killing demons is no different for Qingyang, in his opinion, people are the same as demons, they are creatures between heaven and earth, and the difference is only whether this creature is a creature of Huling Kingdom.

At this time, Qingyang Ling stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the mountains and rivers, there was no superfluous emotion in his heart, since he was seriously injured in Huling City, his divine thoughts turned into thousands of threads, entangled in the people of Huling, and then evolved in his own heart, incarnating hundreds of millions of people, all kinds of people, each of them is his mind, like his descendants. At this time, looking at the creatures between heaven and earth, there is a sense of familiarity, and this feeling is very wonderful if it is about to leave, and if other monks are afraid that their hearts will not be pure enough, they will definitely cut this feeling away. However, Qingyang did not do this, in his opinion, there was a wonderful meaning in it, but he had not yet touched it.

When Qingyang returned to the Fengshen jade car again and walked forward with a group of people, Xiaobai saw that Qingyang's eyes were different, and he found that since Qingyang had spiritual power, he was actually a different thought, he was like this world, it seemed that it had not changed, but it was vast and mysterious, and he had different feelings every time he changed his mood.

The group walked forward again, going directly to the mountain, stopping and stopping, going around and around, but they didn't encounter any big demons blocking the road, Xiaobai knew that all this was because of Qingyang, because Qingyang would always suddenly say that he wanted to detour, or to turn.

In this way, they actually passed through the mountains and mountains safely, even if they occasionally encountered some little demons, they passed all the way and didn't pay attention to it.

Qingyang, who was sitting in the wind god jade car, had been doing one thing these days - writing a book, the book was called "The Evolution of Xiao Qian Shijie", the title of the book was very popular, but Xiao Bai, who was also sitting in the wind god jade car, was shocked after reading it, she had a strong desire to see what was going on, but her self-esteem did not allow her to do so, and she immediately turned her head to the other side after seeing the title.

The reason why Qingyang went to Shenzong Country to borrow grain, how could he go unprepared like that, but there is no one who knows each other in Huling Country and Shenzong Kingdom, and there is no friendship at all, others want to borrow it, and their grain is also created by their countrymen, so how can they easily lend it to outsiders.

Only trading, only things that can make the heart of the Seven Nights True Monarch of the Divine Sect Kingdom move can be exchanged for food. And what can impress the Seven Nights True Monarch Qingyang can only give is his own knowledge about cultivation, and among these knowledges, Qingyang thinks that he will definitely want to get the perception of Xiaoqian Shijie.

With Qing Yang's writing with the Great Dao Mantra, the Great Dao True Seed in his body is also slowly changing, once writing, and another realization, among the Great Dao True Seed is a heaven and earth, and the originally empty and dark world slowly appeared some gray and white colors. The gray and white colors were like smoke and mist, entangled together, turning into a vast chaos.

And the well-like eye of the sea shimmered in the chaos, and by writing the "Evolution of Xiaoqian Shijie", Qingyang had a new understanding.

Time slipped by in such a silent hurry, and occasionally Qingyang would teach Xinu and Thirteen some things, although they were not profound, but there was a novel feeling in Xiaobai's ears, which was to understand what she knew from the other side.

When Qingyang and his party came out of the mountain, they saw a village, this village is not big, Qingyang only glanced at it, and knew that there was a land in this village, but the mana of this land was not high.

When Qingyang appeared, the land appeared at the entrance of the tribe, and it was an old man, who looked at Qingyang and his group vigilantly.

Qingyang and they did not stop, but walked directly past the side of the tribe.

Then, along the way, I met many scattered villages, tribes or small towns, and in each village and tribe there were sheltered spirits, or demons or ghosts, they were not powerful, but they were all in harmony with the breath of those tribes, if you wanted to kill them, unless you destroyed the people in the land where they were.

"They didn't get the canonization of innocence, alas. ”

In Qingyang's opinion, if they had obtained the real seal, otherwise, they would not be like this.

This area looks quite peaceful, but it has not formed a country, and Qingyang guesses that the parties in this land should form an alliance.

When Qingyang saw the Jing River, the river wind blew in his face, and the cold and sharp chill drilled straight into his heart.

Qingyang had a feeling that the wind set off by the river waves contained a sword intent that could enter people's hearts, and this sword intent was misty and ethereal, with the meaning of illusion.

He couldn't help asking, "Is there ever a person who practices kendo in this Jing River?"

Xiaobai glanced at Qingyang and said: "Yes, there was a river god named Chen Jing in this Jing River, who had a kind of heavenly sword intent, and when he killed someone, he saw a dreamy butterfly flying, and when he was alert, he had died under the other party's sword. ”

With Xiaobai saying this, Qingyang immediately remembered that Chen Jing, the god of the Jinghe River mentioned by the national teacher Qiu Mingsan, the other party turned into a butterfly nine years ago and disappeared, and the Shenzong Kingdom was also because he killed the big city god in the original Three Kingdoms, so the Three Kingdoms were one.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, the waves of this Jing River still contain the heavenly sword intent.

Qingyang stretched out his hand, closed his eyes, he carefully tasted the sword intent that was almost integrated with the river waves and the Jing River, and it took a while before he opened his eyes and sighed: "In this world, there are so many heroes, the illusion and beauty of the sword intent, but the inside is decisive, the two artistic conceptions of psychedelia and firmness are perfectly integrated, unprecedented in reincarnation, worthy of being one of the most dazzling characters in the second life of heaven and earth." ”

"I haven't seen this person, the first time I heard his name was in Obsidian Prefecture's Qilongpo, at that time he was not successful, was besieged there by the younger generation of disciples in Obsidian, and was about to be killed, his senior sister Ye Qingxue appeared, that is, the later Emperor Qingxue fell from the sky, fought alone for three days and three nights, and defeated the young disciples of Obsidian Prefecture, even if there were several older people who shot and failed to win, that battle was Ye Qingxue's battle of fame. Xiaobai's voice was full of a look of yearning, she probably thought that she could become a character like Ye Qingxue.

Later, Chen Jing really began to become famous in the great battle in this Jing River, once with the Jing River Dragon King carrying the waves of the Jing River upstream, flooding Kunlun, the land of the Dao ancestor's enlightenment, and entering the Jade Void Palace, and the other time was to set up a large array in Naxiu Chunwan, so that the monks who came to seek revenge in Obsidian broke their wings and returned. And in the days that followed, he was like the colorful butterfly that left this world, fluttering up and going straight to the clouds. ”

Xiaobai stood on the edge of the Jing River and said, the water in the Jing River slapped on both banks, as if in response to her words.

The monks in the world are like countless insects, but there are very few people who turn into butterflies and leave.