Sword of Coming

The goddess in white and the two gods in green have disappeared.

After half a day, the water curtain will appear again.

If one day comes, and there are more than five people left here, there will be a catastrophe and everyone will be killed.

Huan Yun found that the talisman he buried on the other side of the caisson had collapsed. Obviously, the mountain and water gods here had closed the way out of the Immortal Mansion.

On the side of the white jade arch bridge, monks and warriors from all walks of life were mixed together, looking at each other.

Huan Yun finally helped to win over the scattered people who were scattered before, but now he was beaten back to his original shape in an instant.

Return to a plate of loose sand.

Even if it was six people, they all retreated at the same time, keeping a certain distance from the people around them.

Only Bai Bi and Zhan Qing stood side by side, communicating silently.

For a moment, the world was silent, and a needle could be heard.

The young man and woman in Yunshang City felt more and more heavy.

The young woman asked: "Brother, can Master Huan protect us?"

The man smiled wryly and said, "Perhaps the old real man doesn't want to kill us, so he's done his best."

The woman's face paled.

The man said helplessly: "Huan Yun is not my family after all, and the only person we can trust now is Xu Gongfu."

After a while, the two pondered the predicament together, trying to break the current deadlock, but unfortunately, the two still failed to discuss a reason.

The Longmen Realm enshrined who rushed over, the real guardian of the two of them, floated beside them, with a solemn expression, and said slowly: "Why don't you hand over the white jade pen tube to me, and I will lure everyone away. attention."

The man handed over the square-inch object without any hesitation, and said gratefully, "Thank you for enshrining."

The old priest carefully put the white jade pen tube into his sleeve and walked away.

The young woman looked surprised.

The man shook his head, signaling her not to speak.

Although the young woman is not as calm and thoughtful as her senior brother, she has been taught by the city lord Shen Zhenze all the time, but she knows that it is definitely not a good thing to hand over a square inch at this moment.

The man said in a heartfelt voice: "If we hadn't handed over just now, we would be two corpses now. After half a decade, if we and this priest Tao can live to that day, just wait, everything will be returned Original owner."

The woman said miserably: "Wait until the water curtain disappears, and then be taken away?"

The man smiled and said, "Otherwise?"

Women's pear blossoms bring rain.

The man wiped away her tears gently, without speaking.

It's not that I don't want to say something, but that I have nothing to say.

Under the green bamboo in the back mountain, Di Yuanfeng looked dignified and glanced up. He didn't intend to trouble the old man in black at all, and planned to hide as far away as possible.

Di Yuanfeng flew down the mountain without hesitation, bypassing the temple.

Chen Pingan slid down the bamboo pole, and when he passed the palace building, he found that there was no movement on Master Huang's side, so he didn't know what he was thinking.

Sun Daoren took off two parcels, large and small, and put them at his feet.

He didn't dare to lose the package and ran away, worrying that the old master would be beaten to death with random punches, and then he would have no way to argue. It's really not enough for him to practice sea observation.

Sun Daoren can only bet that the next group of people will accept him when they see him, and only take money but not life.

At this moment, even if he is really the Immortal Master of the Genealogy of Thunder God's House in Infant Mountain, will it work? It's useless.

After Chen Pingan saw this scene, he thought to himself that this old Taoist was finally smart. He didn't lose his treasure and run away.

Daoren Sun was tearful and pitiful. He looked at Daoist Chen standing on the wall, and waved his hands, "Let's go, the farther you go, the better."

Chen Pingan nodded, "Take care."

It's just that before leaving, three talismans were thrown in the past, all of which were carrying stele talismans with hidden figures.

Giving a killing talisman is of little significance.

After telling Sun Daoren the usefulness of this talisman with his heart, Chen Pingan also flew down the mountain.

After Sun Daoren caught the talisman, he raised his head again, and there was no trace of Chen Daoyou on the wall, and he said with emotion: "Adversity sees the truth."

Chen Ping only hoped that Sun Daoren gave up the treasure of chance and could temporarily save his life.

After that, there was actually a silver lining.

Ouhua Blessed Land was in a similar situation back then. After the fight was over, the arm sage Cheng Yuanshan didn't fight a single fight. Fortune.

As for being able to survive five people in the end, there is a great fortune to be accepted as a direct successor and a named disciple by some high-level Ascendant, Chen Ping does not believe it at all.

On the road of practice, chance seems to be one thing, but because it is linked to the magic weapon, it is often the most attractive and intuitive. It seems that whoever has the greater chance, the more embryo of cultivation.

But Chen Pingan generally knew that the higher the level of the Taoist, the root, aptitude, temperament, and opportunity of the disciple were indispensable.

How can an ancient Ascension Realm great cultivator accept disciples, especially direct successors, only to see how many treasures the descendants get in his mountain.

This time, murderous intentions are hidden everywhere. If it is said that seeking treasures and fighting for opportunities, it is reasonable and reasonable to say that everyone on the road of cultivation has their own calculations. Therefore, Chen Pingan cannot determine whether the local climate is right or not. It is forcing everyone to kill people with their own minds. It is simply a situation where everyone around them can die. The guy sitting here is obviously not a good person. It is very likely that it was deliberately deceiving people, so that the remaining forty people would kill each other, so that person could reap the benefits of being a fisherman.

There was also the foreshadowing of the sudden shattering of Sun Daoren's pagoda bell. Chen Pingan even guessed that the person behind the scenes here might be a big monster, but because of some old rules, he couldn't do what he wanted. It may be a kind of restraint and constraint.

Chen Pingan suddenly remembered the conversation with Cui Chan on the steps of Luoluo Mountain.

Cui Chen was extremely sure about the general trend of the world. At that time, Chen Pingan wanted to ask Da Li Guoshi why he didn't tell some people about this matter, or directly announced it to the world.

It's just that Chen Pingan didn't ask the question at the time, and then he had the answer.

No one listens, no one believes it.

Chen Pingan did not leave too far away from Daoren Sun's building.

But there is some calculation.

Do you want to break the sky with the sword fairy immediately?

This is a choice that could very well mean life or death.

Because of Chen Pingan's knowledge of this ruins, after the scene of pretending to be a ghost, the local "God" who was hidden behind many scenes was elevated to a higher level. At that time, I was able to successfully escape from the ghost valley without any warning. Jingguancheng Gao Cheng was a little caught off guard, but the person here may have started to stare at him, Chen Pingan.

So there is a compromise.

Like Cheng Yuanshan, the arm sage of the Lotus Blessed Land, he has to hide until ten years later, when it is a blessing or a curse, and whether the people behind the scenes have good or bad intentions, it will all come to light.

Whether you need to draw a sword is very refreshing.

Master Huang walked out from the corner, and asked strangely: "You care so much about Sun Daoren's life? Are you so worried that I will kill this so-called Thunder God's House Immortal Master?"

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Guess?"

Master Huang twitched the corners of his mouth, "Why don't you and I join forces to defeat the enemy?"

Chen Pingan asked: "Aren't you afraid that I will hold you back?"

Master Huang became more and more suspicious, and finally couldn't help asking: "What realm are you? A monk at the Longmen Realm who is proficient in talismans, or a Jindan Earth Immortal?"

Chen Ping asked back, "What about you?"

Master Huang said with a candid smile: "It's not bad for a martial artist with a golden body, but he still has a big revenge to avenge, so he can't die."

Chen Pingan said: "Then you treat me as a Golden Core cultivator, well, I am a decent Golden Core Earth Immortal."

Master Huang thought for a moment, then said: "Let's retreat from this mountain first, so that we don't get besieged together, how about that? Naturally, this is the worst situation, but at the moment you and I are in a bad situation, there is nothing wrong with thinking a little bit worse."

Chen Pingan asked: "Why don't you follow that Taoist Sun and hand over the treasure directly?"

Master Huang sneered and said, "Why, do you want to bet that all the genealogy masters have a heart of a bodhisattva? Or do you hope that the wild monks in Shanzan will change their minds and want to sacrifice their lives to be good people?"

Chen Ping rubbed his chin, as if he was considering whether to cooperate sincerely with Master Huang to tide over the difficulties together.

Master Huang urged: "Don't miss the opportunity and never come again. If the two of us spend more time, there will be an extra danger."

Chen Pingan said: "Let's forget it, I'm afraid you will secretly punch me again, my old bones can't stand the toss."

Master Huang shook his head, "You must die before me."

After finishing speaking, Master Huang took a few steps back and disappeared around the corner.

Only then did Chen Pingan re-attach a carrying stele talisman, found a secluded place, and put on an ordinary green shirt, three robes and an ordinary green shirt, which was a bit bloated, but in winter, It's colder in the mountains, so it's reasonable to wear thicker clothes. Chen Pingan replaced the old man's face with a young man's face, and with Zhu Lian's ape boxing form, his body collapsed, he bent slightly, and his stature became a little shorter, and he took off the two cross-body bags on his body. Under the ground, buried in the ground, as for the sword fairy behind it, it was taken off together with the raising sword gourd and put into the square inch object.

At this moment, apart from hating Jianshan's imitation swords, Chen Pingan wanted to buy two more in the future.

Next, Chen Pingan planned to follow the river at the foot of the mountain, go back to the front mountain, and then find an opportunity to go to the white jade arch bridge at the foot of the mountain to have a look, so there is no need to hurry.

Muxiu came out of the forest, and Xiumu returned to the forest.

There are two reasons.

Since Chen Pingan was able to explain this truth to Gu Can in Shujian Lake, Chen Pingan himself will naturally be more handy.

Choosing to travel with Sun Daoren together, or what you do next, are all based on this principle and work hard.

Cui Dongshan once said something very chewy.

The truths at both ends of the line have been smoothed out and figured out. It seems that after the two sides have fought, they finally fall in the middle. That is a little "true knowledge".

Otherwise, the truth is not the truth, and once it is brought to the human world outside the stomach, it will be all bullshit, alas.

During the trip of the two together in the Sui Dynasty, Cui Dongshan actually said a lot of such unintentional words and jokes, but it may be that when Cui Dongshan said it, it was too cynical and foolish, and Chen Pingan didn't listen to it much. .

In hindsight.

It turned out that the students were teaching the teacher the principles.

A tall old man walked slowly along the border of that small world.

Time and time again, the ethereal figure was disturbed by the sword energy, and they were regrouped again and again, one was not tired, and the other was indifferent.

Of course, the old man knows what is so wonderful about his setup.

Every human heart that maybe even those little guys can't figure it out, at the critical juncture of dying or dying, and under the great opportunity to obtain the inheritance of immortals, great disasters and great blessings, and the two depend on each other, so everyone's words and deeds All kinds of accidents and possibilities will be extended, collusion, mutual calculation, indistinguishable from friend and foe, forbearance and dormancy, rise up to kill, scurry away, compassion, heroic temperament...

Just who to find first, who to kill first, and how to kill them are all delicious side dishes.

If it weren't for the fact that there are too many rules left in this small world, one of them is more like an insurmountable thunder pool, perhaps he has already refined the entire landscape, instead of approaching the green mountains and green waters again and again, and has been bound. He is really sitting in the small world, and he reckons that he should also cultivate a Dao fruit in a round sky.

However, after so many years of ups and downs and ups and downs, he can only choose some low-level ants to feed his hunger. More and more experience.

After this full meal, we had to move again. In order not to be found out by those neighboring sects in Beiju Luzhou.

Middle-earth Shenzhou is not allowed, there are too many high-level people, so the northernmost Aiai Continent is a good choice.

As for the Aquarius Continent in the south, I heard those monks chatting outside on the mountain, unless they detoured, or they had to pass through the Beiyue land boundary. Once the Beiyue Zhengshen enters the Yupu state, he is equivalent to a monk in the fairyland .

It will be more troublesome.

Especially since the opponent is still a mountain god, it is even more difficult for him to completely hide his tracks.

You can't make a small offering to the Song family of Dali. If you know the news earlier, the new Wuyue Mountain God in Baopingzhou has not yet been determined, and it would be a good choice to go to the mountain to be a righteous god.

The old man was probably really tired of the entanglement of the sword energy, so he retreated into the white mist and sat cross-legged, surrounded by origami cranes.

Entering the entrance of this ruins, the cave with the four murals of the statues of heavenly kings is actually a relic of other broken mountains. So the next time, the chance to appear elsewhere will be a different scene. Once a suitable ants cultivator enters the mountain and accidentally breaks through, he will deliberately set up a low-level restriction, so that the earth immortal monks will not be very interested. Huan Yun is just protecting the Dao for others. It's not that the old man can't eat one or two Nascent Souls rolling in his belly, so he is really careful to sail for ten thousand years.

So those poems and writings on the wall are all written by the old man.

Used against self righteous smart people.

Later, those fifty or so people were too stupid and far inferior to the first three groups of monks, so he simply lifted all the restrictions and used a small trick.

People's hearts never surprised him.

The first group of people entered the Xianjia cave, and when they looked up, they saw cranes circling, which was also a small trick.

Every cultivator in the world likes to be suspicious. If he doesn't try to figure it out, he's either too stupid to take the bait, or he's too afraid of death to bite the bait.

Ridiculous to say.

If the people who enter the mountain are righteous, they don't kill anyone, and they take their own treasures. He really has nothing to do, at most, he closes the gate and lets those monks die here one by one.

The two corpses playing chess in the gazebo were like this in their early years.

It's not that it's impossible to kill people, but that the gains outweigh the losses.

Once the real body is revealed, the remaining sword energy will not be polite, and it can even follow the traces and directly enter the vast white mist.

During the long years of dormancy for thousands of years, the old man suffered a lot twice.

What's more, relying on realm, killing people with strength is like a child smashing an ant's nest with wood. The old man did a lot in a foreign land at first, and finally ran into the Taoist worshiper, so he fell to this point.

The many palaces and pavilions on the mountain, the treasures of heaven and earth, and the secrets of the fairy family are of little significance to the old man. It is more about preparing for the future and waiting for his own realm. Zong Li faction, when the time comes, all treasures and chances will be the foundation of their own sect. The old people really look down on those who are too poor in appearance. After they are broken into pieces, they will return to the heaven and earth and turn into spiritual energy.

This place is full of aura, especially the strong water transport, which is not the great atmosphere that existed at the beginning.

The person the old man really pays attention to at the moment is not the three Jindan Earth Immortals, but the other three.

One is that luck is too good, so luck is bad.

Inexplicably, he got a three-point chance of a Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, a broken wooden statue, green glazed tiles made by the immortal family, and blue bricks on the ground with water transportation.

There are two other people, one is that he had the idea of ​​accepting disciples for the first time, and he indeed has some connection with the Dao on the mountain. If he really becomes a master and disciple, the disciple's realm will advance by leaps and bounds, and he will work hard outside in the future, and cooperate with the master inside and outside. It will save him more worry and effort. It may not be said that Yuanying can eat casually, the master proves the fruit of Taoism, and the disciples take the golden elixir, Yuanying and treasures, and they are all happy, and they will climb to the top of Haoran Tianxia together. , was taken aback.

One is the most interesting one, so it becomes the one that must die.

And mostly without his hands.

At that time, anyway, there are only five people left, and if you kill a few more, it will be a matter of course and a matter of course.

In fact, if those people could cooperate sincerely, abandon their prejudices, and choose to break the situation together, coupled with the existence of that ray of sword energy, he would be in a lot of trouble.

All I can do is to start traveling far away with my belly upright, and slowly wait for those guys to gradually die of old age in this belly cave.

Is it just possible?

No way.

Even if the other party loves each other so much, a Nascent Soul who is expected to enter the Jade Realm finally appears.

When that moment really came, he would pay some price and personally kill him.

The world borders, and catastrophe is imminent.

It wasn't a joke he let the three paper gods make up.

If anyone can get the recognition of that ray of sword energy, it will be the biggest trouble.

Big trouble.

Fortunately, at present, there is no such person who is destined to be.

Since I have nothing to do for the time being.

The old man opened a book with pages as thin as a cicada's wing, and the content was written in small, almost invisible small letters, with pages of portraits of monks interspersed.

In addition, it is a chapter novel.

Each chapter is about a monk's experience, life and death here. Everything is described in detail. Everyone's words and deeds here are recorded verbatim. However, the length of each story is as long as There are short.

It seems that everyone is the protagonist, but everyone will die.

This is the most important way for the old man to practice besides secretly refining famous mountains and rivers for countless years.

The white mist is vast, and the landscape is full of fine details.

This is the truly superior god-man viewing mountains and rivers.

Today's sage sits in the small world, not the way that the three religions and hundreds of schools figured out in the early years, but also learned.

What the tall old man most wanted to visit was not the saints of the Three Religions, but the novelist monks among the hundreds of schools of thought, the blessed land where they sit.

It is sure that the avenues can benefit each other, and a good one is as good as learning, and as sharp as grinding.

Scholars in this world are particular about what they say.

The tall old man raised his head and looked in the direction of the Taoist temple on the top of the green hill, feeling a lot of emotion.

Back then, he followed that man to practice Taoism. There were few people in the mountain, but there were many books, and the collection was extremely rich.

Once, the man seldom spoke, and asked how he was reading the book.

He replied, reading Taoist classics, life and death, a bit cold. Reading Buddhist scriptures, there is joy in bitterness, a little hot. Looking at Confucian classics and righteousness, the rules are well-behaved, which is a bit annoying.

The man laughed and said that he had read a little bit, but he hadn't read it out yet. He was in the deep mountains, and he couldn't see people in the mountains, so it wasn't good.

It's just that before he could read any more, there was that shocking accident when he handed out a sword and the sword energy was like a rainstorm.

That sword, really thinking about it until now, will make people feel chills down the spine and tear their guts.

Before the man died, in order to break the curtain of the sky, he sent this small world, whose owner had changed many times, together with him, out of his hometown, the world. In fact, he was unable to restrain himself any more, so he could only make three chapters with himself.

As time went by, the so-called three chapters of the covenant were no longer a constraint, and now only the ray of sword energy was still struggling to support it.

Following the world's cultivators who broke into this place, like the martial artist Master Huang, he acted more and more recklessly, smashing the wooden statues again and again, and then he sewed and patched them up again afterwards. A little bit of awe, then faded away.

The old man glanced casually into the distance.

If someone dared to spoil his mind-watching situation, such as daring to suppress everyone with brute force, he could die first.

It just happened to be used to scare chickens and monkeys, so that those little kids would believe more and more that this place was the place of cultivation for a certain ancient Ascension Realm monk.

Paying some price is nothing more than spending decades of superficial cultivation accumulated. For an existence like him, time is worthless, and it is the most valuable to cultivate the Taoist heart and practice the Taoism.

Those who had the opportunity to do so, did not.

Those who have no ability to do this, but they just slap their faces swollen to pretend to be fat. For example, the little master named Zhan Qing, who just made jokes, made a wrong step, and was destined to not live long, and might die a sadder one. Lung.

For example, died at the hands of some ants?

Or simply arrange one or two, let this little guy die at the hands of his beloved sister Bai?