Sword comes

When Emperor Dali stepped on the highest step and stepped into the high platform, his figure disappeared immediately.

The stone flat, which was originally no more than the size of a farmer's grain drying field, looked up from the position where Song Changjing and the two ceremonial supervisors stood at Damiao Temple. It should have been empty, and there was nothing there. As far as I can see, it is an abrupt high-rise building with a height of tens of feet. It is not a wooden building that can be seen everywhere in Dali City, but it is carved and built with countless white jade. Three big golden characters.

The gate of the high-rise building opened slowly by itself, and Emperor Dali walked into it, only to see a large sword crazily lingering in white lightning floating in it, and the whole floor was covered with wisps of wandering lightning. Dianguang, striding forward, went to the stairs, Dianguang was like a temple, and the officials met the chief minister of the dynasty, and they all backed away to give way.

The second floor is also a similar scene, only a flying sword hovers in the center, but it is different from the wide body of the flying sword on the first floor, here the flying sword presents a crystal clear green color, and the sword body is as slender as a willow leaf in early spring , the building is like a stream of green water flowing slowly and slightly rippling.

Emperor Dali continued to climb the stairs. At first glance, compared with the stunning scenery of the two floors below, the third floor was nothing different. There was neither an astonishing flying sword hovering nor a bizarre environment for raising swords. The man in uniform stayed on this floor for a while, squinted his eyes and looked around carefully, and said with a low smile that he found you, walked to the wall not far away, leaned forward slightly, and in his sight, an embroidered flower appeared. A needle-like pocket flying sword, but such a small flying sword is even equipped with a gray and white scabbard with the word "pillar" engraved on it.

This inconspicuous gadget has an exaggerated name.

On the fourth floor is a simple and simple long sword covered with talismans and seal characters, and on the fifth floor is an unbelievably large sword, which is as tall as a Dali man, with the word Zhenyue written on it.

Emperor Dali climbed the stairs one by one, and finally stopped when he reached the tenth floor. Inside the building stood an old man and two young men. The old man had a dark complexion, wrinkled skin, a tall figure, dressed in white clothes, and a high crown on his head. In a pair of deep eyes, Violet Qi, visible to others with the naked eye, circulated rapidly.

A pair of young girls beside the old man are actually the master and servant of Niping Lane in the small town of Lizhu Dongtian, Song Jixin and his maid Zhigui.The young man in brocade clothes and jade belt is already the most romantic young man in Dali. The only fly in the ointment is that there is a khaki four-legged snake lying on the young man's shoulder. dew.

The young girl Zhigui seems to be more than an inch taller than when she was in Niping Lane, her face is even better, and her whole person is radiant, giving people a mysterious feeling of rain after a long drought.

The old man was standing at the window on the tenth floor at this time, pointing his finger to a certain place in the big capital, teaching the young man to solve his doubts.Discovering the arrival of Emperor Dali, the old man just nodded his head.Emperor Dali didn't care about this at all, and walked up to Song Jixin, wanting to touch the boy's head, but the boy turned sideways quietly, dodging the palm, Emperor Dali's face remained normal, and he withdrew his hand Afterwards, he asked with a smile, "Song Mu, it's been a while since Mr. Lu learned the art of qi-watching. Have you ever found out where the formation's eyes are located?"

The young man's face was indifferent, and there was a sense of alienation in his blunt tone: "I haven't found it yet."

The old man Gao Guan said with a smile: "It's not so easy to enter the house after a journey of Kanyu, but Song Mu is already outstanding, not inferior to young handsome people from other continents. Everything gets twice the result with half the effort. How far-sighted Mr. Luan upstairs is, he still speaks kindly to Song Mu and praises him as 'Hulian Ye'."

Emperor Dali laughed loudly, "My son."

The maid Zhigui quietly stepped back, wrinkled her nose, and sniffed.

Emperor Dali turned his head and laughed and scolded: "You little thief, you are really welcome."

The girl looked dazed and innocent, and the man pointed at her, jokingly said: "It's not difficult to borrow and pay back, but don't just go in and out, be careful I'll send you back to the Suolongjing, besides, it's the closest to the capital." There is a well in the Changchun Palace of the Immortal Sect, and I will let you live there."

A joke made by the man in Dagonfu made Zhigui pale, and he quickly opened his mouth slightly, exhaling a trace of golden air. These ethereal breaths, like little golden snakes, quickly attached to the dragon pattern on the man in Dagonfu. In the middle, like a fish in water, swimming happily among the silk threads of the gorgeous dragon robe, the dragon robe shivered slightly, bursting with brilliance, and the seawater river cliff at the hem of the dragon robe really stirred up some splashes.

Emperor Dali laughed and said: "If you are so timid, why did you dare to lose your temper with Mr. Qi again and again?"

The girl's face was gloomy, and she moved to another window, looking all the way south, leaving the high-rise building, leaving the palace city, leaving the capital city, trying to see the distant hometown in the south.

She doesn't like this place very much, this Great Lijing City called Shenglong City.

Emperor Dali suppressed his smile, and asked the old man, "Juzi Luan is really sure that he will build the No.13 building in Baiyujing."

The old man in white clothed with fairy air said in a deep voice, "If it wasn't for that, what would Luan Changye do in Dali?"

The man nodded, put his hands on the window sill, looked at the prosperous and prosperous capital, and laughed at himself: "That's good, although I am recognized as a thrifty emperor by the government and the public, I have been ridiculed in private by so many monarchs and emperors in Dongbao Pingzhou. A diligent and thrifty woman who manages the house, but if there are some places where money is spent, I am indeed willing to pay for it.”

The old man smiled knowingly, and said with emotion: "Hundreds of years of hard work, Dali Song's income from operating Lizhu Dongtian is now all in this Baiyujing. If this is still stingy, Dongbaopingzhou will not be able to find it again A second generous monarch has emerged."

Emperor Dali asked: "Although it is not free and easy, I still want to confirm with Mr. Lu one last time, as long as it is in the area north of Guanhu Academy in Dongbaopingzhou, it will be aimed at a monk on the tenth floor who dares to be hostile to Dali. , This building only needs to sacrifice ten swords, and the monks on the eleventh floor, the eleventh sword, the monk on the twelfth floor, and the twelve swords all fly out of the building, and they can be killed thousands of miles away in an instant?!"

The old man surnamed Lu said proudly: "It's just a small Dongbao Pingzhou, there is no accident!"

The old man added: "Looking at the weather and the summarization of intelligence from all parties, the man in the bamboo hat with the knife must be a Qi trainer who went up to the fifth floor. Impossible. In the final analysis, the distance is too far, and the man deliberately concealed his aura, whether it is my astrological calculation or the remote viewing magic power of the palm, it is still a little fuzzy."

The old man waved his sleeves casually, and said with a smile: "But as we said in advance, Bai Yujing currently has twelve floors in total, and a flying sword on the first floor. Once flying swords go out of the building, it is a huge cost. Even if Dali has just annexed the Lu Dynasty in the rich north, once all twelve swords are sacrificed at once, within 20 years, it is still impossible to do it again. , unless His Majesty is willing to bear the price of destroying the flying sword."

The man in Dagonfu nodded, knowing it in his heart.

Song Jixin suddenly asked: "At present, Juzi Luan has not built the 13th floor of Baiyujing No. [-]. If the uninvited guest who provoked Dali is a monk in the thirteenth realm, what should we do?"

The man in uniform smiled and didn't speak.

The old man surnamed Lu laughed loudly, and explained softly: "A qi trainer in the thirteenth realm? The largest continent in the world, my hometown of someone Lu, is also a rare existence, not to mention... the secrets of heaven must not be revealed , let’s not talk about it. You just need to know that Ruan Qiong in the Fengxue Temple on the eleventh floor is already a big shot enough to start a sect. The word Zong is a very important statement. You can only be called a so-and-so sect if you have a cultivator sitting in the town, otherwise, even if you violate the etiquette system, the most well-behaved old guys in Confucianism will blow their beards and stare with anger."

Emperor Dali said slowly: "Although Ruan Qiong has a bad temper, he acts decisively and is a little unreasonable, and has already aroused a lot of criticism from the local fairy family in Dali, but this person's temperament is very good for my Dali. Appetite, I am naturally willing to treat each other with courtesy. I, Dali, not only refuse no one who comes to such a monk, but as the lord of Dali, I am even willing to sit on an equal footing with them. Besides, the simple truth of buying a horse bone with a thousand dollars, as long as it is Those who sit on the dragon chair will understand."

Song Jixin didn't give up, and insisted on his own opinion, "What if it's a qi trainer in the thirteenth realm?"

The old man Gao Guan smiled and shook his head.

The upper five realms, the top two realms, have long been lost, so the thirteenth realm is the biggest and highest legend in the world.

It is not seen in any secret documents of the secular dynasty, even the Xianjia on the mountain at the beginning of Zong, and it is also secretive about this.

The old man surnamed Lu, because he was born in the world's top thousand-year-old family, is a high-ranking student in Dazhou, and was once a talented person who had high hopes for cultivation, so he was able to pass the exam.

The fragmentary conversations of the elders are accumulated together, and they can barely piece together some inside stories, which should not be too far away from the truth.

Ascension state in the upper five realms is already the pinnacle of "the world", just like the tenth realm of a pure martial artist, it is the real end, and there is no trace to follow in the road ahead.And once you enter this realm, you will be noticed by the illusory Dao of Heaven, and you will be judged as a great bandit who has stolen the foundation of heaven and earth.Therefore, compared with the gods and saints in the eyes of the world, compared with those ten-level monks, Qi practitioners in this realm are more hidden from the world, otherwise they will be forced to ascend.

As for where the ascension will go, and how the physical body and soul will be placed at that time, the old man surnamed Lu has no idea. He is just guessing privately, and it may be related to the collapsed Shinto.

Emperor Dali lowered his head slightly, looked at the still childish young face, and asked, "What if?"

The boy nodded, "Yes!"

Emperor Dali withdrew his gaze, and said with a smile: "If your boy Crow's mouth really hits the mark, it doesn't matter."

The young man sneered undisguisedly, and he did not take the man's words seriously at all. Even if this man is the Ninth Five-Year Lord of the vast Dali, he is the monarch of the largest dynasty in the north of Dongbao Pingzhou, and he is regarded by countless people. He is an ambitious man with the ambition to go south, but the young man is now embarking on the road of cultivation. The two seniors around him are the top Qi practitioners in the world. A qi trainer in the thirteen realms is a huge deterrent to one country and one sect.

Emperor Dali's eyes were soft, still staring at the young man, and said softly: "My Dali Dynasty, the emperors of all dynasties, relying on this eventuality, can step by step from the small vassal state of the Lu Dynasty in the past to today's annexation Not to mention, the Lu Dynasty will soon attack the Great Sui with the power of the whole country, and the chances of winning are extremely high. After that, they will really go south without any worries, and the early stage is destined to be a great situation. I have never been disgusted with this statement, and I have always told myself that the emperor who is truly qualified to be hailed as a majestic and strategic emperor in the history books of later generations is to be able to break and crush those situations that are beneficial to the enemy one by one. At least At least, you must be able to bear this kind of event.”

The man looked calm, "Song Mu, this is the magnanimity that a hero of a party and a king of a country should have."

The man finally smiled and said: "Song Yuzhang should have taught you these principles earlier, but he didn't dare."

The boy's face was gloomy.

The man ignored the young man's carelessness, and looked up at the sky, "Baiyujing in the sky, the twelfth floor and five cities. I really want to know how majestic the real Baiyujing is in the sky."

The man bent his fingers and tapped the young boy's head lightly. The young man couldn't dodge it, and he was a little annoyed. The man smiled happily, not shy away from the presence of two outsiders, and said bluntly: "Your mother is optimistic about your younger brother, but I am even more optimistic about him." You. Tiger poison is the most poisonous to a woman's heart even if it doesn't eat its children."

The man was a little sad, and said to himself: "Evil purple outsmarts vermilion."

The man smiled immediately, "Mr. Qi, I am guilty, and Dali is sorry for him, but you are his disciple, so it's fine."

The young man held back for a long time, and finally choked out a digression, "As Emperor Dali, why don't you call yourself a widow?"

The man gently put his palm on the young man's shoulder, "Dali has been regarded as a barbaric land for nearly a thousand years, I just hope to reflect on this, so that I don't forget this shameful humiliation!"

The boy froze for a moment.

The man withdrew his hand, and couldn't help laughing, "I'm lying to you, I just think it's unlucky to say that I hate widows."

The old man Gao Guan suddenly said, "Here we come!"

The man asked: "In the face of encirclement and suppression, instead of running away, kill us?"

The old man was shocked, his eyes widened, he looked towards the south outside the window, and said in a trembling voice: "Tenth realm, eleventh realm, twelve realm! It's already the peak of twelve realms!"

The man looked calm, and said to the boy: "Song Mu, it's your turn."

Song Jixin took a deep breath, turned around and stood facing the south. He pinched his hands and gritted his teeth: "I, Song Mu! By the order of Emperor Dali, I order you twelve righteous gods who sit in the mountains and rivers to take over the sword!"

Dalijing City was surging with wind and clouds, and the high-rise building was instantly filled with sword energy.

The sword on the ground floor was the first to break through the air, and the lightning flashed suddenly. In the city of Dali, countless people raised their heads in horror to look at the lightning hanging above their heads.

A moment later was the flying sword on the second floor.

The third sword on the third floor.

All the way to No.12 sword.

Half of the flying swords did not go straight south to resist the enemy, but chose to detour to the other three directions.

Moreover, when Feijian left the high-rise building, it had already become extremely huge, and after leaving the capital, its size skyrocketed again.Even the small and exquisite flying sword that was as small as a willow leaf in the building turned into a huge flying sword that was tens of feet long after a hundred miles away from Dali Capital City.

Taking this [-]-story building imitating the Baiyujing in the sky as the starting point, there are gods in all directions obeying the imperial edict, revealing a majestic dharma body. God, standing on the top of the mountain, raised his arms high, and shouted loudly: "Nanyue is ordered to lead the sword!"

All over the territory of Dali, the remaining [-] righteous gods of mountains and rivers with huge Dharma appearances caught the flying swords leaving the tall buildings one after another, and then walked in the air, and the distance in the air was tens of miles away.

Without exception, the spearhead was directed at the Changhong flying across the sky from south to north.

The golden statue of Nanyue Zhengshen was the first to meet the enemy.

A bang.

Faxiang and Feijian were shattered together.

In the capital city, an exclamation came from the top floor of Bai Yujing, full of doubts and helplessness.

The old man Gao Guan murmured: "Impossible, impossible..."

On the tenth floor, blood oozes from the corner of Song Jixin's mouth.

Dali Tianzi frowned.

Only the maid Zhigui was lying on the window sill, looking around carelessly.

The second golden body god was exactly the same and exploded to pieces.

Every once in a while, there was a thunder that resounded through the territory of Dali.

The young man is in a bleak state of bleeding from his seven orifices, his face is grim, but he is still determined and unshakable.

When the sixth sound sounded in the distance.

The old man on the top floor smiled wryly: "I'm afraid of you. Is it okay for the old man to make way for you?"

The remaining six golden statues, which were originally lined up from north to south, began to shift left and right, giving way to the road in the middle.

It seemed that there was still something to be desired, and the white rainbow froze slightly, but quickly dismissed the idea of ​​troublesome gods, and continued to move forward.

In the end, this figure crashed headlong into Dalijing City, and landed under the high platform where Baiyujing was hidden.

Song Changjing, king of Dali Clan, was already sweating from his forehead, but he still stood in front of the man who fell from the sky, blocking his way.

Song Changjing soon smiled, and felt that if he had a hearty battle with this person, even though he died without regret, his life would not be in vain!

On the square, an ordinary-looking man stood there. What's funny is that the man's calf was still bound with feet for walking on mountain roads, and he was holding a broken green bamboo knife in his hand. The man turned his head and glanced at the capital. Over there, he gave a bit of a puzzled sigh, then turned his head to look at the feudal lord at the tenth level of martial arts, glanced at Song Changjing, nodded slightly, showing a little approval, and finally raised his eyes, looking at the high platform that hides the mystery top.

He threw away the bamboo knife, stomped his feet lightly, and the tall building Bai Yujing was forced to show his true face.

He pulled out another auspicious talisman of the narrow knife from his waist, raised his arm casually, pointed the tip of the knife at the tall building, and said loudly: "Which one of the five is Emperor Dali, I am in a hurry, come out and kowtow to admit my mistake! Dozens, ten!"

"one!"

The man who jumped directly from ten to one suddenly slashed down at the high platform and tall building.