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The days in King Jiang's palace were quiet and unhurried. Maybe it's because there is no waves, and even the demons are no longer troubled. Sedum's seven souls seem to be full, but the seven emotions are always dull. In an illusion, he is still powerless now, but he doesn't care. He doesn't care much about everything now.

Now he eats all day long and has nothing to do. Only nightshade was still with him. He will never remember the scene of yesterday, so that every day is brand new, so that he can always talk and laugh with nightshade, whether it is playing Liubo, catching and weaving, throwing a pot of wine, playing the piano and sing, he will not get bored, nightshade Not much to say.

She will never disobey Sedum, as long as he is by her side, Solanum nigrum's smile never fades.

In the first half of his life, Sedum never knew that he didn't have to do anything to be able to eat and clothe himself. Yong'an's young man and Jiang Guo's crown prince had mixed fates, so he had to accept them.

Day by day, most of them are similar. Yesterday and today, today and tomorrow, all seem to be insipid at a glance. As if the days had no end.

The palace is still a bit lively during the day, but it is very quiet at night. The palace people rest early, only the sound of the boots of the soldiers on duty at night, the sedum can't see the stars and the moon when looking up, and there is no lamp at the head of the ring. The Jiang royal family has always been frugal, even saving lamp oil, and perhaps the immortals and gods in the sky are reluctant to light the stars.

Momo is too empty, there is nothing. Nothing big, nothing inside. Heaven, earth and cosmos are all silent in the darkness and sparseness. He no longer knows how long he has spent in the palace, because he has no recollection and is unwilling to recollect. He is actually very clear in his own heart that Solanum nigrum has long been dead, and now she is nothing more than a ghost image created for the illusion. Even though she has a thousand words, all kinds of sadness and joy, she left the illusion and went to the east, and in a flash Just empty.

Sedum wanted to wait a little longer, and when she told everything she wanted to say in her past life and present life, the two of them would have no regrets.

But where can there be more to say? Every time nightshade saw him, was there ever a false sense of joy in my heart? Therefore, it exhausts thousands of rivers and thousands of mountains, and the seas and rocks are rotten. The sadness of this separation will linger forever before the separation, like an iron fence, tying the sedum to the ancient Jiang country, and it cannot be freed.

"Brother, can't you sleep?"

In the empty night, the long-step stomping sound burst out behind, Sedum knew that it was nightshade.

"Why don't you go to rest?"

"I saw my brother here alone. I must have troubles, so I came to visit you."

"You should know that I'm not your brother." He turned around. Nightshade shone a little light in the night, the blue shirt was elegant and silky, Jiang Guo was famous for his brocade, and the satin of the vast sea and blue waves was tied to her body. Set off her Laneige appearance. This blue suit has crossed the millennium, and it is the same when we meet and see you again. If Solanum nigrum is no longer a pretty character, it is like the East China Sea Wangfu Stone, which has turned into a statue of eternal longing in Sedum's heart.

"Brother, are you tired?" Nightshade's eyes were bright like water, full of youthful youth, and she was sad and gentle like a woman. She is nothing more than a ghost in the world of lovers. The vision of her past life has been paid by Sedum, and the divine sword has broken itself. She has no worries at all, so why continue the relationship?

Sedum just realized at this moment, Solanum nigrum has let go of the past, but he is the one who really can't let go.

"I'm not Longyang. I'm Sedum."

She smiled charmingly, "But Xiaokui will always be Xiaokui."

Jingtian said, "I know, I know. But you have waited for a thousand years to wait for Longyang, and Jingtian will not be Longyang. At that time, I only thought you were confused and mistook me for you. elder brother."

Nightshade said softly, "Brother, you are you, even if you change someone, Xiaokui still likes you the most."

Jing Tian was speechless.

She came forward slowly, hugged Jingtian gently, and left immediately. Before she didn't enter the long steps of the palace, Solanx turned her head again and said, "Brother, it's getting late."

At that time, Sedum thought it was just an ordinary greeting. After tonight, and even in the days and nights in the future, life in the palace is still as dull as running water.

Until the time when the ancient Jiang Kingdom perished.

It turns out that time is not endless, and everything is not forever changing, but in the palace, there is no news of war. What Jingtian didn't know, Yang's army had already overwhelmed the territory, taking five cities today and seven cities tomorrow.

Previously, Yang Guo and Jiang Guo fought for years, and Jiang Guo was weakly defeated, so he asked Qi to help. King Qi heard that Jiang Queen was leaving. She was a skilled embroiderer and was unparalleled in the world, so Jiang Guo presented a map of mountains and rivers within two years. , depicting the geography of Qi, so that troops can be sent to help. In the following two years, Queen Li convened the people with skillful hands to work together day and night. The Qi army was stationed at the border of Jiang State, and Yang State did not dare to invade, so there was nothing to worry about. It's just that the mountains and rivers were very expensive, and the Queen Li exhausted her efforts and died of illness before waiting for the map to be made. King Jiang became ill, and ignored the government. King Qi was angry and withdrew his troops.

One day when the army was besieging the city, the court and the opposition continued to invite battles, and there were righteous men and horses who gathered their troops and prepared their weapons and equipment. On the second day of the siege of the city, the crowd was furious. After the siege of the city for three days, the ministers were only Wei Wei, the palace people were running, and the people were shouting.

Seeing this scene, Sedum remained indifferent.

The days in the palace were uneventful. Compared with today, today compared with tomorrow, there is a faint feeling that the building will collapse, but he can still eat his fill and sit and chat with nightshade.

"Brother, Li Shu and other officials are waiting for you."

"Wait for me to do?"

"Wait for your order, Jiang Ren and Yang Ren will fight to the death."

Now that King Jiang is critically ill, and Prince Longyang is in charge of supervising the country, he is already the undisputed candidate in the palace. What's more, the prince has a good reputation, and his subjects return to their hearts. , whether it is a war or a surrender, a decision should be made earlier.

Sedum climbed the wall and looked into the distance, and saw the continuous mountains of the four fields, and suddenly felt that the old site of the king's capital and the geographical orientation seemed to be consistent with the city of Yuzhou. Longyang's soul spanned thousands of years, and was reincarnated here as Sedum.

At this time, a horse rushed out from the enemy camp, went straight to the door, and called an array under the city. He ordered Jiang Guo to return quickly, and present the treasured pictures of the beautiful mountains and rivers, which could still save the life of the city. Otherwise, when the city was destroyed, it would be The royal family of Jiang was wiped out.

Sedum and the enemy general looked at each other from a distance.

The faces of each other are the same.

It turned out to be his inner demon, who never went away, but changed his face in the illusion, and wanted to kill Sedum and replace it from now on.

Nightshade climbed high and looked into the distance, and also saw the appearance of the enemy general, and said in a low voice, "Brother, it is you who is outside the city."

"He's just a demon."

"Is my brother going to fight or surrender?"

"I want you to live. You can fight or fall."

Nightshade just sighed sadly when he heard the words, "Whether it is a battle or a surrender, there has never been a time when Xiaokui lived alone. Brother, whether the city is broken or not, I will accompany you."

Now Jing Tianwen can't retreat to the enemy, Wu can't defeat the thousands of troops, can't defend the country's gate from the outside, and can't defend the government and the opposition from the inside. The so-called end of the road is like this, and I am afraid that it will not end well in the future.

"You will die in battle, and you will die if you fall. Is this your life?" Sedum came to the faceless country and saw the corpses. Can it be changed?

"You still have a way to go. Brother, forge the magic sword, and you can defeat the enemy army."

Sedum suddenly looked back, a smelting platform had been erected in the palace, the fire was hot, a hundred gold was rolling, the charcoal was burning and the green smoke was rushing into the sky, and the treasure was shining brightly. Sigh, the craftsman worked hard, and when the magic soldier was born, his temples were full of hair.

"When was this furnace built?"

"It's always been there."

Divine Sword Valley Collection Secret Scroll "Dust Smoke Huanbing Lu" has cloud, Tiancheng magic sword, forged by the ancient Jiang Dynasty gentleman Yang Ming alchemist, the birth of the magic soldier needs to be tempered with the blood of the maiden, Princess Kui voluntarily throws it into the furnace, Yang Not allowed, and the city was destroyed and the country was destroyed, and Kwai entered the sword furnace. There is a shortage of the magic sword, and the blood of the maid is obtained, and it gathers all the resentful spirits and becomes a natural form. The days of rain and blood, and the sudden death of many, is called the change of the Heavenly Sword.

Sedum shook his head and vetoed, "No."

"Brother, you know, Xiaokui is already dead, you have your destiny, and Xiaokui also has his own destiny. If you can survive... What's the harm in jumping the sword furnace again?"

"I can defeat the enemy without that sword."

In the sword-casting furnace, the divine soldier whimpered and folded himself.

…

In the faceless country, on the stage, Tang Xuejian suddenly realized that the face painted with colorful masks in front of him was no different from Sedum.

What kind of song is playing on this stage? What are you singing?

Played in a desolate tone, and sang with Xipi flowing water.

The martial student who had painted his face before opened his mouth and said, "I am Feipeng, the general of the God Realm. I have practiced for ten thousand years and have enough magic power. The golden sword was given to me, and I will sweep away the demons. Laugh happily. But he is patient, and there is no rival in the world. Happy to meet, to meet the real supreme of the devil. The two fight each other, cherish each other, and have nothing to do today. ."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tangtang slapped the board for a while on the stage, and with the sound of pulling the strings, it was Tang Xuejian's turn to sing the lyrics.

Tang Xuejian didn't sing any bird words, she only sighed: "You say you are Feipeng, but I say I am not Xi Yao."

Since she didn't sing, the people on the stage who were pulling the strings and playing the boards also stopped, the birds were silent, but the audience immediately boiled over.

Tang Xue saw that she was really tired of the habit of living in the gate of hell, the red dust was so heavy that people couldn't stretch her eyes, she grabbed the martial artist and walked to the back of the stage. It's just that the martial arts of the cool Xiao Jingtian took root, but they couldn't move.

"Aren't you willing to go with me?"

"I am the Heavenly General Feipeng is - also!" Wu Sheng was stunned, and began to read again. As soon as he made a sound, the audience immediately became solemn, and the musical instrument team on the stage accompanied again.

The spectators were all attentively, with ridicule and eager hope in their broken facial features. It was not like watching a play, but the diners stretched their necks, sniffed the **** taste, stretched out their hands to smack some visceral fragments, and smothered the others. The soul is swallowed alive like this.

When the martial arts performers sang on the stage, the pastel residues on their faces were eroded and peeled off, scattered and scattered into a cloud of smoke and dust, asking the audience to **** them into their stomachs, showing a cheerful mood, and even more facial features appeared on the cheeks phantoms, but they will never be satisfied and want more. The faceless people are not faceless, but they just called these batches of spectators to steal them.

Seeing that Tang Xue didn't move him, she originally planned to let go, but she couldn't let go of her palm, because she herself was reluctant to part with Sedum.

"Sedum, aren't you leaving yet? What's the use of being here? Use it as a plaything for others. Look at the gouache on your face, it's almost eaten up by these monsters."

That Wusheng took out the foil sword from his waist, "This is the bravery of the gods! The thing bestowed by the royal family should be used to slay the demons and eliminate the demons and clear the evil atmosphere, but you can be safe-"

Tang Xuejian took the foil sword from his hand, threw it on the stage, and immediately smashed it to pieces.

This time, the pastel on Wu Sheng's face fell off completely, and the spectators stole his facial features, and stared at Tang Xuejian again, shouting "Sing!" "Sing!"

Inside this building, the rumbling echoes are all saying, "Sing!"

Tang Xue saw that the stage under his feet, in the midst of all the chatter, suddenly clicked and muffled, but one of the pillars was broken.

…

Xu Changqing entered the Qingshi Xiongcheng, and the scene and objects in front of him were almost the same as those of Divine Sword Town. He was surprised at the moment, could it be that he had walked out of the illusion of three worlds without knowing it? He secretly focused on the inside, but still couldn't sense the mana, so he was relieved.

It was already nighttime in Divine Sword Town in front of him, the streets were quiet and desolate, and only one tavern had not yet closed. He saw that the left and right buildings were closed and there was nowhere else to go, so he took advantage of the opportunity to enter the restaurant.

The business in the store was bleak. There was only one customer in the eight wine tables in the lobby. Behind the counter was a bookkeeper dressed as a scholar, who was sleeping at the desk, and couldn't wake up. Except for these two people, there were two screens in the northwest corner. A figure emerges, holding the pipa silently.

Xu Changqing looked around and saw the appearance of the drinking guests. He couldn't help but be surprised. It was not someone else who was drinking alone, but Jingtian, a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, who had a relationship with him.

"Brother Jing, I don't want us to meet here. It's really fate."

The drinker in white raised his head, his face was haggard, his eyes were dull, and his temples were white, and he looked haggard, and Xu Changqing sighed secretly.

"Since there is a predestined relationship, then please sit down and invite you to drink together." The white temple guest put out a wine cup and filled Xu Changqing with a glass of warm yellow wine.

The two sat opposite each other, and they felt like they were separated from each other.

The white-haired guest only drank one cup at a time, and didn't say much.

Xu Changqing was also depressed in his heart, so he drank with him.

There are some things that don't need to be said, but there is always a time when the wine is exhausted, let alone two people drinking a pot together?

After the residual wine in the pot was drained, the store slept soundly and couldn't wake up. Naturally, no one served them wine.

Xu Changqing was drunk and asked, "Brother Jing, when did you come back?"

"Come back? When did I pass by?" The white-haired guest was drunk with hazy eyes, but his face was cast iron, and he didn't waver at all.

"You? Yes, you are not Brother Jing."

"My surname is ten and my name is nine. I'm not the brother Jing you know, but if you have any troubles, you can tell me."

"There are so many troubles in the world, just talk about one person's troubles, and one more trouble."

"The wine has been drunk, so you should be worried about drinking, otherwise how can you get drunk?"

"Well, my troubles are only the same. I think I uphold the right path and help the weak to help the weak, but I didn't expect that I would become a disciple of the evil person in a blink of an eye. Do you think I am the evil one?"

"Doing good is right, and you are naturally a righteous person."

"But the sects are so kind to me as a mountain. Even if they become evil now, I am willing to do my best to rescue them. Is this a righteous way?"

"Uphold loyalty and festival, it's natural."

"But what if I do whatever it takes to kill innocent people?"

"No one in the world can do everything well."

The man behind the screen plucked the strings twice and quietly played the pipa.

Xu Changqing sighed in disappointment, "Is this enough sadness?"

"Worse."

"Since it's worse, why don't you talk about it, why are you drinking alone here, and you are so haggard?"

"I'm different from you."

"Yes, you and I are different, but you also have troubles."

"I'm here to find a sword."

"Looking for a sword?"

"Yes, I used to have two peerless swords, but now I have abandoned them because they are not the swords I am looking for."

"What kind of sword are you looking for?"

"I don't know at all. I just saw it in a dream, and I can't forget it."

"It's just a dream, why force it?"

"No, I will definitely find it."

"According to what you said, this sword only appeared in a dream, and I don't know anything about its shape. I'm afraid such a weapon does not exist in the world. Why don't you cast one yourself and see if it suits your heart."

"I don't know how to make swords. Do you understand?"

"Of course I don't know how to make swords, but the best sword-making furnaces in the world and the most skilled swordsmen are all in Kunlun. If you want to make swords, let's go to Kunlun."

"You are going to Kunlun too?"

"Yes, the person I want to save is also in Kunlun."

"That's good, we'll go together. It's just a little bit worse."

"What's wrong?"

The two sat talking to each other, expressing their enthusiasm, and they were already intoxicated.

"Since I want to cast a sword, I should see what the sword looks like, and I want to take a look in my dream again."

"Are you going to sleep?"

"Yes, I should have a good night's sleep, but I'm almost three points drunk after I've run out of wine."

"I have a solution. If you hear the sound of the pipa cut off, the person playing it must also have something sad, so you might as well ask."

The white-haired guest turned his head to look at the screen and shouted, "Musician, can you hear me?"

Behind the screen, he sighed faintly. The sound of the pipa stopped for a while, and then flicked it again. Following the chirp of the pipa, a woman groaned in disappointment, with a sound like a silver chime, crossing the three mountains.

"I read the bitterness of parting in the end of the world, and I return without a word, and the flowers are scattered like this. The bottom of the flowers is speechless, and the green window is not like the sky in spring.

"When the Acacia lamp is appealed, there will be a new love and a thousand hatreds of the old. The most important thing is that the human world can't keep it, Zhu Yan speaks the mirror and the flower speaks to the tree."

The drinker was stunned and worried, and then the two fell asleep.

…

The majestic Kunlun, the ancestor of Wanshan.

When the stars fell and the human world collapsed, it has been 800 years since Erlai. Kunlun Mountain is separated from the human world, floating in the vast void, like an island outside the universe, left alone, but two unexpected guests came today.

Xu Changqing stopped at the foot of the mountain, and beside him was the guest with white temples.

"Why did we come here as soon as we woke up?" The white-clothed guest looked around in disbelief and saw a huge monument standing at the head of the long climbing steps, with the word "Kunlun" written on it, "This is Kunlun?"

"Yes, this is Kunlun." Xu Changqing remembered the vast mountains, "but this is not Kunlun."

"Why do you say that?"

"What we are looking for is the Kunlun Dharma line left by Murong Patriarch, one of the four Divine Sword Sects. It is said that Murong Patriarch was born in the Qionghua School, and his sword-making skills are unmatched in the human world. It was carried forward under the hands of Patriarch Murong. But now this place has fallen into the vast desert, birds and beasts have disappeared, people and animals have died violently, how can there be a swordsmith?"

"There's no need to say it so early. If it really is the extinction of humans and animals, how can I stop here?" The white-haired guest stepped up the mountain.

The two of them went up the stairs. The mountain road was rugged and strange, and the place was blown by the boundless Taixu Yin wind. The steps were damaged and messy. They often had to walk on tiptoes. They don't talk much, they just hurry along. The foot of the mountain was dark, and on the mountainside, a layer of rotten silver and purple star mist floated from nowhere, covering their heads and brains, and the sun was shining brightly on the sunny slope. Had to be a little more careful not to fall.

After getting out of the fog, Xu Changqing found that he had lost his comrade.

He didn't know when he took the wrong mountain path. He walked around the mountainside to the front of the shady cliff. There were many plank roads on the cliff, which circled back and forth, and there were many grottoes, all of which were fenced and sealed. Xu Changqing was startled and suspicious, and found a square tablet on the edge of the cliff with the three words "Forbidden", and immediately knew that the cliff in front of him was where the Kunlun Stone Prison was located.

Xu Changqing screamed and ran to the prison to peep. The seals everywhere were brittle and turned into dust at the touch of a light. In the stone prison, only dry bones were naturally left. He looked from room to room, and the corpses in the room were all dressed in Shushan Taoist robes. The five elders of Shushan are impressively listed, with a crane cloak and a pair of rotten bones.

Xu Changqing was extremely distressed, and all of a sudden he felt like the world was spinning and he almost fell into a coma.

He fell to the ground, mourning for a long time, and finally realized that this was an illusion, and everything in front of him was fleeting. It's just that he knows that the master of the Shuikong sword is unparalleled in the world. Since this realm is named after the past, the present, and the future, it is natural to steal the secrets of the sky, and he knows the mystery of fate. Maybe this is the end of Shushan, and he Xu Changqing ended up alone.

Taoism is based on freedom. The first twenty years of Xu Changqing's life were the happiest and purest time. He knows that the world is miserable, and it is not as free and easy, but when things come to an end, he is not as free and easy as Zhuang Zhou.

The Shushan faction seeks immortals from generation to generation. Before the birth of Divine Sword Gate, this was the long-cherished wish of every cultivator, and it is understandable. But the mistake is that Shushan is too closely connected with the gods. The lock demon pagoda is passed down from the gods. Most of the ancestors in the door have gone to immortals.

The world is like a tidal wave. Since the Shushan faction chooses to drive the gods, it will naturally be beaten by this wave, and no one has to complain.

The truth is always easy to understand, Xu Changqing understands it better than anyone else, but he refuses to let go.

If it is not willing, it cannot be purified.

He sat and meditated here for a long time. He didn't know the time. He suddenly heard the great sound of the bell. He woke up and looked up at the top of the mountain, where the bells were ringing endlessly. The big bell rings, the Wanxian Dynasty, and the Kunlun Dharma is the mainstay of the right way, and has the right to command the world. Now that Kunlun has become a lone star outside the sky, naturally there will no longer be a grand gathering of heroes from the right path.

Hong Zhong howling, there must be a change.

Xu Changqing followed the sound. One mile up the mountain, I saw the eight hundred sword stoves on the cliff platform are displayed like a forest, dim and dusty, and the charcoal smoke has not been smelled for a long time. After three miles of climbing, I saw the accumulation of rust and iron in the Xijian Pond at the bottom of the stream. The pond was dry and the pond was exhausted. Seven miles up the mountain, I saw the ruins and broken walls outside the Tibetan Army Pavilion, and people went to the empty building, only a sigh was left.

Back then, the bright moon was shining, but now the characters are different. Xu Changqing lingered for a while, feeling the emotion, and the grief in his heart was greatly relieved.

Near the top of the mountain, there is a shadow wall at the end of the road, and the writing reads: The sword made of gold and iron is strong and easy to break, the sword made of wood and stone is stubborn and perishable, and the sword made of crystal jade is soft and brittle. The corporal casts the sword to shape the vessel, the sergeant casts the sword to change the body and nourish the qi, and the superior casts the sword for the divine refinement. The shape of the sword eventually returns to the rotten soil, the qi sword sometimes perishes, and the mind sword is born and destroyed as one, so it can push the river and the sea, downturn the five mountains, the star destroys the moon without destroying its color, and the time passes and the situation changes without changing its edge.

After Xu Changqing finished reading the text, he realized something, but also felt that what was written on the shadow wall was just a general discussion, so he did not think hard and walked around.

When he reached the top of the mountain, he saw that the white-haired guest was sitting cross-legged under a dead tree, with a huge bronze bell tied to a rotten hemp rope on the branch above his head. Automatic, buzzing.

The hemp rope that tied the bell was slender and swaying uncertainly. Xu Changqing was worried that it would break and could not help exclaiming, but the sound of the bell was so loud that the guest with white temples decided not to hear him. As he stepped forward, the Hong bell pushed and squeezed, and every time he forced him away, if he bent over and walked, the bell would spit out a loud noise, making him dizzy and unable to move.

Just when he was at a loss, at this time, thousands of demon clouds gathered from Taixu outside the sky, and before they approached Kunlun, there were bursts of noisy words, even the sound of bells could not be covered up. Xu Changqing heard the sound and looked into the distance, and saw tens of thousands of faceless Chinese people appearing on the layers of devil clouds, wielding swords and swords, shouting endlessly, saying that Kunlun would be wiped out, so they headed to the top of the mountain to kill.

Such a shock was really unexpected, Xu Changqing was trying to find a place to hide, temporarily avoiding the edge, and worried that the white temple guest would suffer, but he didn't shout, and he was blocked by Hong Zhong. This was a dilemma. Seeing the demon army attack, Xu Changqing sighed in disappointment. He was about to close his eyes and wait for death when he suddenly saw a clear light shot from behind the shadow wall.

This is God's help, Xu Changqing stepped forward to hold the sword, and felt at ease. The faceless monster, Haohaotangtang, told him to stand alone on the mountain, and he was not allowed to go forward half a point. When the sword is swung, the head will fall to the ground, and the clear light will shine, and the enemy will be courageous.

In such a fierce battle, there were endless demonic clouds that day, Xu Changqing killed thousands of troops, the blood of the demons stained the red Kunlun, the swordsman's heart was churning with five flavors, and the world's love, hatred, joy, anger, and fear surged together, and suddenly he took his sword in his hand and stood still.

The group of demons were timid and afraid of divine might, so they didn't dare to come forward, and they winked from a distance, eager to try.

On the top of Kunlun Mountain, the Hong bell is ringing. The hemp rope that tied the bell had long since been broken. The big bell hung above the head of the white temple guest, spinning endlessly.

There is no wind or rain on the top of the mountain, and all sounds are silent.

When the demons saw Xu Changqing's eyes blank, they couldn't help being overjoyed.

At this moment, Hong Zhong burst apart, as if hundreds of millions of thunderbolts were struck in Taixu, and its sound was like the roar of a dragon.

The white-haired guest stood up, a cloud of rays of light on his head suddenly disappeared, and a splendid sword bag fell in the air, teaching him to gently catch it.

The group of demons was awe-inspiring, and the swordsman looked back.

Sedum pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his sword bag and said loudly: "The lotus flower has been in the country for a thousand years, and it smells fishy after the rain."

A dragon shadow flew out of the sword sack, danced in the air, the roar was cut off, and the rain of the lake and sea fell from the sky, washing the world with all its might.

Outside the capital of Jiang State, the group of enemies was submerged by the flood and annihilated overnight.

On the top of the Kunlun Mountains, the dragon's energy is strong, the light and shadow are reversed, the zhilan and jade trees are everywhere, and the thousands of demons have faded in the rain and regained their lives.

In the faceless country, the stage collapsed and the bell rang loudly.