Heavenly practice

Shen Zhuo turned over, turned off the TV series, sent the phone back through the gate of time and space, lay on his back on the big soft bed, stared straight at the roof carved with mysterious and mysterious patterns, his eyes were heavy, there was no a little color.

After a while, he got up and walked to the door. Across the door, he could easily feel the familiar aura not far away, but the other party hadn't left yet.

Shen Zhuo smiled, and said to the closed door, "Soldiers are approaching the city, why don't you take a look?"

Chang Ming, who was standing under the Liumeng tree, finally had color in front of his eyes, but his voice was still faint, "No need."

"Feng Clan, Human Clan, and all major sects of cultivating immortals have come together, and the two clans of monsters and monsters are secretly watching, and Lingdu may not be the opponent."

"And I."

"Long Xiang has Fang pardon, and the devil has Killing Immortal, what do you have?"

"I."

Shen Zhuo couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth when he heard this light but full of arrogance and indifference, this person is really...

"What if we lose?"

"will not."

"you're lying."

"..."

Shen Zhuo's eyes were cold, "You will definitely lose."

The entire cloudy sky and foggy environment suddenly vibrated, the liumeng tree trembled and sprinkled its petals all over the ground, and the pumice stones shook violently one after another. The clouds and mist in this square seemed to be disturbed by some wind, flowing and rolling crazily.

A strange buzz sounded like a sword piercing into the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, silently splitting open the entrance of the cloud, sky and fog realm, and a huge aura came surging like that.

Chang Ming watched helplessly as the sun in this world was split in half, and then slowly turned around.

He saw the young man in black with a long bronze sword in his hand, a familiar face, only those eyes were unusually calm, completely different from the madness of more than 100 years ago.

Behind him, a huge gap opened in the cloud, sky and fog, and in that area where there were only white clouds and blue sky, a completely different mountain scenery appeared at this moment. A dense crowd of people stood on the top of Santu Peak and looked up at all of this.

Everyone trembled when they met Shang Changming's indifferent eyes - that was the demigod Chang Ming.

"Long time no see."

Long Xiang was the first to break the silence. Seeing that the other party was silent, he raised his sword, "Don't you ask how your subordinates are doing?"

Chang Ming's eyes fell on the sword in his hand.

Long Xiang noticed his gaze, "This is the artifact I took out from the River of Forgetfulness. It's named Fang She. It is said that it was made of the keel of an ancient race. It is designed to kill people of that race."

Chang Ming's eyes moved slightly.

"It is said that that family is born with the power of time and space, can stop time, control space, and even compete with the way of heaven, but... it violates the way of heaven, so they were condemned by heaven and exterminated. Now there is only one person left."

Long Xiang pointed the tip of the sword at the person in front of him, and raised the corner of his mouth, "Chang Ming, how do you feel when you see the bones of your people?"

The Tianxiang Taoist Su Tianming and others standing on the top of Santu Peak trembled when they heard this sentence. They never dreamed that one day someone would dare to speak to that lofty demigod like this.

Fan Yun hid in the crowd, thinking that the world was crazy, his teacher was crazy, and he was also crazy, to come and challenge this man who has almost become a god and has been straddling Zhongzhou's head for tens of thousands of years.

They are here to die, and they won't even have reincarnation.

They even felt like they were dreaming after they entered Santu Peak. They suddenly became fully awake after seeing that silver-haired man. How could they win? That man is a demigod!

"I... can we win?" Su Tianming looked at the people beside him with a pale face.

"do not know."

Bai Ruying quietly raised her head and watched Longxiang sword pointing at the silver-haired man, but her eyes were on the nine-fold palace, feeling a sense of uneasiness lurking in her heart.

"Then it's not our battle, I'll just wait and watch."

A silver light flashed across Yunyun's palm, and he put away the long sword directly, and looked at the sky on the left with his hands behind his back, where there was a person floating out of thin air.

Xuanyu looked at her coldly, without saying a word.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this, but at the same time they raised their hearts. Right now, their lives are safe, but if Long Xiang loses, they are afraid that they will all die on Santu Peak.

Someone remembered the ghosts of the [-] monks who placed the order at Yeguiya back then, and was terrified for a while.

Feng Yufei stood in front of Xuanyu dressed in red, and Su Tianxing stood shoulder to shoulder with her.

Xuanyu looked at Su Tianxing and sneered, "Why, a few days ago they sat and ate together, but now it's like this, man, you really can't be trusted."

After saying this, all the major sects of cultivating immortals have different expressions, and the way they look at Su Tianxing also seems to be gossip.

The two involved looked calm, Su Tianxing replied, "I did not agree to Santu Peak's request, I am here not for Long Xiang, but for Xiao Fei."

Xuanyu looked at Feng Yufei coldly, and said after a moment of silence, "Actually, I really don't want to be your enemy."

"However, you and I are masters." Feng Yufei's expression was light.

"Yes." Xuanyu said with some emotion.

Feng Yufei's face moved slightly, "Even if Lingdu is defeated, we will not harm the people of Lingdu."

When she said this, some people in the Cultivation Sect showed dissatisfaction, but they also knew that they could not resist. After all, since the birth of Void Realm Heaven a hundred years ago and the return of the Phoenix Clan, this Central Continent is no longer the Central Continent of the Cultivation Alliance, but those ancient forces. of Central Continent.

"Huh? Lingdu is defeated? Are you so confident? Don't you really think that you can defeat the gods above you?"

"..."

Feng Yufei glanced at the two people in the cloud, sky and fog, "Who will know if the outcome is yet to be decided?"

For a while, everyone was depressed again.

Shen Zhuo looked at this scene from the water mirror, and bent his mouth when he was sure that Chaori Xuegong hadn't come. When the mirror turned, the two people on the pumice stone had already met each other——

He simply blocked Fang She's sword, and the bronze long sword turned red as if it had sucked blood. The back of Chang Ming's sword-blocking hand emitted white smoke as if it had been burned, and he immediately flicked the sword away. sword.

The Fang She in Long Xiang's hand suppressed the time and space in all directions, and directly suppressed the power of time and space controlled by Chang Ming. This was the first time everyone had seen the demigod Chang Ming make a move in person, but they saw this strange scene , I was shocked and overjoyed.

However, Xuanyu's complexion changed drastically, and she turned into a green light and leaped into the sky and fog, showing her original shape in front of Long Xiang, with a ferocious expression, "Where did you come from this sword?!"

"This sword is named Fang She, and I took it out from Wangchuan."

Long Xiang looked at her indifferently, "Get out of the way."

"No wonder I couldn't find it. It turned out that the old man Yunqin had sealed him into the River of Forgetfulness!"

Xuanyu sneered, "Fool, you have been deceived, that sword is not something everyone can hold, no one can use it except gods, if you put down this sword, your soul will fly away!"

"I am God."

Long Xiang raised his sword expressionlessly, "I obtained the inheritance of the gods from the Shenxu, and I also learned the true mission of the Son of Heaven."

Xuanyu's pupils shrunk slightly, thinking of the frozen temple that reached to the sky that Shen Zhuo summoned a hundred years ago, her heart felt cold.

"What... mission?"

"Mie Yuan Clan."