The enemy of comprehension is the sword

The mountains and rivers are swaying, and the fairy wind sends fragrance.

In the vague realm of transfiguration, the waterfall hangs upside down, the clouds and towers, the rich aura of heaven and earth is like the essence, lightly enveloping the sky and green mountains, like a wonder of ascending to immortals in one step.

Yan Luoshan.

Among the seven main veins of the Taoist veins, the only mountain range that does not have a martial art cave.

Maybe it's because the natural formation can guarantee that the conversation will not be snooped by magic, or maybe it's just because the sky-filled cloud platform is so fairy-like that it won't lose the grandeur.

In short, I don't know when and who stipulated it.

This Yanluoshanfengguitai has become a place of discussion recognized by the Central Plains Righteous Way a long time ago.

And today, after the respective magnificent Peiran storms, the number of people present seems to be more than the ordinary Seven Sects?

There are great monks in orchid cassocks, out-of-this-world monks holding sea soul tourmalines, vagabonds hugging seductive maids, and even vicious black-clothed demons.

Representatives of all major forces in the entire Nanming world gathered at the scene.

It is also impossible.

The ghost emperor Bai Muya broke the seal, and it was so serious that everyone ignored factions, hatred, good and evil, and all got together to discuss how to deal with it.

After all, if the woman's goal is successfully achieved, it may cause consequences that no one can accept.

However, although they have temporarily let go of their prejudices because of their common terrifying enemy, the progress of the meeting is still not ideal.

... Strictly speaking, should it be said that the direction of the discussion has gone astray?

"So, the group of stinky Taoist priests in Dao Mai Qixuan boasted of the incomparable immortal formation lock soul and green ghost soul capture, but they were finished without even holding on for a thousand years? It's really interesting."

With both feet stretched out wantonly, the demon cultivator in black with a feminine and sinister face had a disdainful smile on his lips, and his words were full of provocation.

Lan Xiyan, the absolute king of demons and monsters in the northern corner, one of the few survivors who really participated in the battle of the ghost emperor's seal.

She clearly knew exactly what sacrificed for the immortal seal of the old Taoist Qixuan who insisted on going his own way.

At this time, the news that the ghost emperor broke the seal suddenly broke out, and even a ruthless demon cultivator like her couldn't help standing up and shouting for injustice for those warriors who sacrificed their lives to restore justice.

"His Majesty Xiyan's words are wrong. The Ghost Emperor relied on external assistance to get rid of the fairy formation. If not, she would never be able to regain her freedom even after ten thousand years."

In Taoist Zhongzheng's peaceful rebuttal, there was a somewhat cryptic lack of confidence.

Because the Grand Master dragged Qing Shuangluo to participate in the Shenzhufeng Sword Meeting, Zibeard Daoist had to sit in the leading position representing the Taoist Qixuan. The surly Lan Xiyan choked head-on.

I just want to cry but have no tears.

"Oh? Is there something wrong?"

The slender legs naturally switched up and down, but the line of sight projected from them carried a sudden surge of coercion.

Even though Zibeard Daoist was not too strong, but his cultivation was definitely not bad, he was completely choked by the throat like an immature child, unable to speak.

"My Buddha is merciful. The great enemy is at hand, senior Lan, please stop in moderation."

The golden Buddha's light rose up from the sky, bearing the pressure of Lan Xiyan for the helpless purple bearded Taoist priest, and the compassionate Buddha repaired in a gentle and soft voice.

"Master Li Ye." The black-clothed demon cultivator's eyes sank, his blood was cold and displeased, and he tilted his head and said viciously, "Does it make you more emboldened to ascend to the leading seat of all living beings?"

Temperament is what it is, and nothing will change it.

When there was a disagreement, Lan Xiyan stood up and burst out with demonic energy, and it seemed that she had murderous intentions.

Thankfully, that's when a crack in this precarious alliance appeared.

The misty and ethereal music suddenly resounded from outside the sky, and a distant and misty flute sound penetrated into the hearts of the people, quietly dissolving the elegant and delicate feeling of the unity of man and nature.

At the same time, the unmanned cloud platform escaped into the torrent of spiritual power, tumbling and rolling, surrounding the place of the people, and Yu Fenggui painted a scene of a giant dragon hovering proudly.

"There is no trace of the sound of the Dao, a thousand dynasties buried in the past, the heart of heaven is buried, there is no time for the bright pearl, and the ten thousand zhang demon is covered by clouds and dust."

The blue clothes are elegant, the fairy shadow is refined, and the beauty is as graceful as a painting.

Mingzhu Chenchen holds the jade flute Tianxin in his hand, the dusty Dao sword on his back, his feet stepping on nothingness, and lands on Yunlong's nose in a few steps, with one eyelash curled up, his eyes are calm and not angry.

An unexpected spoiler, an unexpected visitor, and an unfathomable cultivation level are to the point where even if one ascends to immortality, one would not be surprised.

Such astonishment, such mystery, appearing here at this juncture, although it looks like the righteous way, it can't be the legendary ghost emperor who directly hits the door, right? !

Except for a few people who know the appearance of the usher.

More people thought so, and couldn't help being shocked. They worked their minds and were ready to join hands at any time.

There is even such a person.

At the moment when Mingzhu covered the dust and landed, a frightening glint appeared in his eyes, and he desperately pushed his whole body to the limit, and came here to kill with all his might.

The monstrous demonic energy is the incomparable wanton behavior, and the powerful palm that breaks the clouds and waves is the full display of the majesty of the king of demon cultivators.

The vast and incomparable majesty is carrying thousands of terrifying shadows.

is her!

Lan Xiyan, the demon cultivator of Wanli Demon Road!

Sure enough, this guy is very strong, but the identity of the comer is unknown, so is it really good to directly kill this kind of killer?

The people who were condensed in their bodies and did not move, just had such a thought in their minds, and were stunned by the next scene.

Facing Lan Xiyan's recognized formidable clutches, her deep and clear brown eyes seemed like still waters that could stop the slightest ripple.

The right hand of Mingzhu covering the dust and holding the flute is held behind her back, and her white left hand is turned forward without a trace.

The Supreme Dao Yuan surged out.

The yin-yang and Tai Chi diagrams that cleanse people's hearts, instantly radiate light like a cage of heaven and earth, and then condense as much as possible in a soft and boneless palm.

boom!

When the two palms are connected for the first time, thousands of cloud platforms are like collapsed or destroyed. The way of the world, the madness of the domineering, completely different ways, completely different wills, completely detonated at this moment, and the aftermath of destruction swept across the wonderland.

Layers of destructive air waves were pushed away, only to see——

The immortal who looked at the world with cold eyes, without changing his face, was so gorgeous, he provoked the magic cultivator who came to the door without authorization, and fell back to the cloud platform with vermilion in his mouth.

That terrifying Xi Yan Zun was defeated so completely that he was powerless to fight back!

At this moment, everyone present couldn't sit still.

If even Lan Xiyan was defeated in seconds, killing them would be a blink of an eye, and they must not sit still.

However, compared to the monks of various sects who got together in twos and threes to form a formation, the person who caused everything, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and relaxed, and spoke with a grin.

"Cough...Little Mingzhu, I know you are very diligent in cultivation, but I haven't seen you for so long, don't you know how to save some face for the old man?"

"It's the honor of humility, and he didn't do his best."

Mingzhu Covered Chen's eyes indifferently glanced at the grinning Lan Xiyan, and in a tone that couldn't be more fake, he whispered an excuse that no one believed.

Immediately afterwards, the pretty face of Ruxian Handao showed an expression for the first time, and Yan Feng suddenly changed.

"The one who leads the way is ashamed, and never dares to say victory."

The key point is the heavy and slow word for word, it sounds like he is not satisfied with a certain title...

"Oh, our little Mingzhu is still good, come here, come here, let my sister hug me."

Lan Xiyan smiled charmingly and tiptoed, her figure fluttered down beside Mingzhu Zhechen, with her arms outstretched in a gesture of wretched tiger pounce.

Three steps back, the Tianxin flute in his hand hung upside down and landed on Lan Xiyan's shoulder in an arc, shining like a white moon.

After restraining the familiar old woman, Mingzhu covered the dust and said coldly with a stern face: "Your Majesty, please respect yourself, otherwise, the guide will not mind helping Your Majesty to recall certain things."

"Is she the rumored guide who opened the heaven list? The one who defeated the ghost emperor?"

"Huh? Why hasn't she ascended yet..."

"Speaking of which, there is a rumor that the Taoist is not from this world in the first place, but just accepts the order of the immortals to bring peace to the world."

Hearing the conversation between Lan Xiyan and Mingzhu Zhichen, and explaining to a few monks who knew her appearance, everyone finally let go of their guard and chatted about her legend.

At this time.

The handsome opening was disrupted by someone's surprise attack, and it's finally time to get back on track in a crooked way.

With one kick, Lan Xiyan, who had kept her mouth shut, was kicked back to the cloud platform.

Mingzhu covered the dust and stepped back to the tip of the dragon's nose again. With the full strength of Yuan Gong, he waved his sleeves and raised the endless fairy wind. The world was silent, and all the monks looked up.

He looked around at the monks who had different thoughts, but were somewhat looking forward to it.

The hand hidden behind the back gradually became a little tighter.

In the past, Dao sword ruthlessly overwhelmed the devil, a drop of tears, regretted for hundreds of years, now the way of heaven does not regret to turn the tide, with a sigh, how many lives will be wasted?

however.

The demon that destroys the world is just a demon, and the guides in the world... are just guides.

Take a deep breath.

The nearly blurred pupils suddenly opened wide, leaving only a clear and transparent silence.

"The ghost emperor is revived, the demons are in chaos, and the world is united again. Now, the one who guides the way is ordered by the heavens, and then leads the people of all sects. One sword... seals the demons and protects life!"

The fairy's Taoist posture is awe-inspiring and refined, and she wishes for a hundred generations to be free from dust and dirt.

The divine voice asserted proudly, symbolizing that the promise to inherit the destiny will not change.

Suppressed selfishness, cut off love, a pair of selfless eyes, buried how many entangled past.

If we meet again on the battlefield in the future.

The only one who guides the way is to kill each other, and only——

You live and I die!

"Boom...!!!!!!"

Before Mingzhu covered the dust to cherish the last thoughts, before someone finally took the responsibility of the ghost emperor, the deputies of all factions breathed a sigh of relief.

Thunder suddenly exploded.

The blue and clear sky was covered by the dark clouds at the same time, and it was as dark as a night for a moment.

Of course, this is not because the pretend X in the ancient population was struck by lightning.

No matter how you say, she, who has accepted the will of heaven, is willing to enter this cruel situation, and it is impossible for her to be struck by lightning from the sky.

not to mention.

The horror and heaviness that envelops the sky, the shadow of pain that remains in the heart, and the ancient rhyme of the Tao that permeates the world.

I believe it is the only way for any cultivator here, and he will never admit that he is wrong. It is a challenge that must be accepted to break through every big realm since the Nascent Soul Stage.

In her understanding, it should be called the baptism of heaven.

For the majority of monks, there is another title that is easier to accept, more vivid and in line with reality, and that is——

Thunder Tribulation!

☆, 65. Broken pill into a baby