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The blue waves are rippling, the waves are undulating, and a flock of gulls fly across the sky, making loud noises.

The first stop, Donghai.

The old man stepped on the water, turned his back to the sunset, looked at the endless sea, took a deep breath, and knelt down on one knee.

With the skinny and scorched right hand, holding the hilt upside down, he inserted the long sword into the water and turned it slowly.

The majestic and vast spiritual power, with the blade as the center, spread in all directions, like lightning splitting into the deep sea, blooming thunder branches.

All the monsters within a range of several hundred miles, no matter whether it was the Benji turtle floating on the water surface like an island, or the group of fear fish hiding in the deep sea, all trembled and immediately stopped hunting, eating, breeding, resting and other activities , desperate to flee in the opposite direction.

How long.

The memories that had been dusty for many years gradually loosened, and the old man recalled the first time he saw the sea that year.

It was the summer vacation of the second academic year of the Academy, and I followed the teachers, brothers and sisters to go to sea for investigation. It is said to be an investigation, but in fact it is no different from traveling and having fun.

During the day, everyone traced the sea beasts and recorded their habits. In the evening, on the deck of the ship, drinking, singing, dancing, chatting, carefree, as if leaving the land, away from all troubles.

The young singing voice came from a distance in a trance, Lian Xuanxiao blinked his eyes and regained his senses.

He has lived for too long, his teachers and elders have long passed away, and his friends of the same generation have also left him one by one. Looking back on those high-spirited youthful memories, no one can share them with them anymore.

That's all.

With a long sigh, he twisted the hilt of his sword heavily.

Thousands of sword intents shot out quickly, passed through the torrent of sea water, and hit every monster whose strength was higher than that of the cloud patrolling realm.

The explosions continued continuously, and none of the sea beasts were spared, turning into balls of blood and spreading out.

Those schools of fish that were too weak and not affected immediately followed their instincts after a short period of dizziness, pecking at the pieces of meat floating with the current.

Tens of nautical miles away, the people in the academy who were riding in the skycart also sensed this dazzling spiritual energy fluctuation like the blazing sun.

By the time they arrived at a gallop, the water surface had returned to calm.

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State of Zhou, the capital, the imperial palace.

The loud alarm bell rang through the sky, and the palace was in chaos. The emperor, empress and prince were escorted by the palace, and escaped from the palace along the secret road.

The concubines, princes and princesses of lower ranks were not even eligible to escape through the secret passage, so they could only hold up their skirts and follow the hard-wearing Imperial Forest Army to take the official road and escape into the forest garden behind the palace.

The royal family, which claims to be the son of heaven, did such an unseemly, even embarrassing and humiliating move, not because of disasters like the demon tide, but because of that person.

Learn from Gongshan, Lian Xuanxiao.

Just now, Zhou Guo's high-level officials received an urgent report from Taihao Mountain, and the secret agents hidden in Yu State sent back messages through the close-knit insect. They knew all kinds of things that happened in Xingzhou.

Zhaoming set up an ambush, causing a torrential flood, and Lian Xuanxiao re-entered the realm of Linyuan. His body and mind were about to be annihilated and collapsed, and he would die soon.

No longer have any worries, what can the monks in the abyss who can give up life and death do in this short time?

No one can answer this question.

Has everything been arranged?

In front of the palace hall, the general in armor and holding a saber in his hand asked in a deep voice.

The subordinate replied respectfully, All arrangements have been made. All the court officials of the fourth rank and above have been taken away from the imperial city and hid in the surrounding farms. The civilians in the city also follow the curfew rules and stay behind closed doors.

good.

The general nodded, seeing that his subordinates hadn't left yet, he frowned and said, What are you still doing, run for your life.

Xiaguan's life was picked up by the general from the battlefield, so naturally he will be with the general.

Before he finished speaking, the general impatiently picked up his subordinate's collar, threw him high, and threw him out of the city wall. He turned around and looked at the big palace.

In front of the main hall, there were still several figures standing. There is a royal palace enshrined, the clan of the Zhou Kingdom, and the leaders of the sect are all monks in the Candle Heaven Realm like the general.

They are guarding a person. A middle-aged man with a sad expression.

He is the head of the Qiyue Sect, the youngest among all the Candle Heaven Realms in the Zhou Kingdom, and he is also the monk who is unanimously believed to be the most likely to break through the Linyuan Realm in his lifetime and create a new future for the Zhou Kingdom.

coming.

Nearly eighty years old, the old man of the clan suddenly raised his head and looked to the east with burning eyes.

Put up the barrier!

The palace priest turned his head and shouted, the soldiers staying on the tower desperately pushed the gavel and rang the bronze bell.

Clang—clang—clang—

The bell sounded melodiously, and a light yellow translucent barrier rose above the palace, like a bowl, turned upside down to cover the palace.

In Chang'an time, at the beginning of You, Lian Xuanxiao killed tens of thousands of sea beasts, eliminated the migratory backland, and returned from the endless sea.

In Chang'an time, at the first moment of the unitary month, Lian Xuanxiao crossed the state of Yu and arrived at the border of the state of Zhou.

Chang'an time, at a quarter and a half of the first day of the new year, Lian Xuanxiao appeared in the sky above Zhou Guo's palace.

The skinny sword-wielding figure hangs high in the sky, obviously so old and weak, and obviously light dust is constantly falling from his whole body, but he still overlooks the world, with neither sadness nor joy in his eyes.

The general took a deep breath, clenched his saber, mustered up his courage and shouted: Lian Xuan.

The voice was interrupted because the head of the mountain had already slashed his sword towards the palace.

A strong light enough to blind the eyes bloomed in front of the palace. The strong wind, like pushing down a haystack, flattened the walls of the palace.

A pawn on the tower felt stinging eyes and buzzing ears. He was blown away by the storm, fell off the tower, and then lost his memory.

When he woke up leisurely and climbed up from the broken walls, he could only see the ruins of the imperial palace, the square in front of the palace with deep cracks, and the monks of Zhuxiao who were scattered on both sides of the square and suffered heavy casualties.

And, the head of the Drunken Moon Sect who was originally guarded but now turned into a puddle of minced meat.

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.A long, long time ago, an earth-shattering war took place in the south of the ancient grassland. The defeated tribes were massacred, and only two men and two women were left. In the dangerous valley of Gunnekun, they formed two couples, multiplied through the ages, and formed a new tribe on the grassland, which is the ancestor of our Turks.

The land in the south belongs to us, and it is the promised land given to us by Changshengtian.

Go south, war, conquer! Only Turkic people who are marching towards this goal can return their souls to the embrace of Changshengtian after death.

In the northern border, on the grasslands, in the Turkic royal court, the Turkic high priest in black robes and holding a ram's head scepter is sitting on a blanket woven with hemp grass, telling stories to the dolls with kind eyes.

High Priest! Something is wrong!

Several burly men opened the curtain and broke into the tent with anxious and frightened faces.

After listening to their statement quietly, the high priest was not surprised, but waved his hand and asked them to take a group of children and leave first.

When the curtains swung down, even Xuan Xiao's figure quietly appeared in the tent.

It took two of your fingers to shatter the Zhou Kingdom's palace?

The high priest noticed Lian Xuanxiao's incomplete right hand, smiled and raised the sheep-headed scepter, Maybe I can last longer.

Maybe.

Lian Xuanxiao was expressionless, and raised the sword with the thumb, middle finger, and ring finger of his right hand, and flicked the blade of the sword lightly with the index finger of his left hand, making a crisp sword noise.

Chang'an time, at two quarters of the first unit of the unitary month, an explosion occurred in the north of the Turkic royal court, causing countless casualties, and the flames shot straight into the sky.