I have a role in the heavens

"For the three religions, the Crying of Heaven is a major event when the sky collapses, but for me, it is the best opportunity to achieve enlightenment. By then, in the four worlds, only the Great Ancestor of the Wilderness, the Half-Step Fifteenth Realm, will be able to stop me. I will definitely be able to change my path. Step into the fifteenth realm easily!”

Zhou Jue stood up, sharp and full of energy. Countless runes appeared on his body covered by his green shirt. Each rune was shaped like a sword, with different shapes, twisting and swimming like tadpoles.

Zhou Jue devoured and absorbed the sword intent accumulated by hundreds of millions of sword immortals in the Great Wall of Sword Qi for thousands of years. The condensed sword patterns were covered with all the flesh, bones, skin, cells, and molecules in the body, and he built the Celestial Sword Body. The physical body has already Crossed the fifteen realms and broke the shackles of the fourteen realms.

"I have made all preparations. I am just waiting for Tianqi to come, and then I can open my sword on Tuoyue Mountain and kill the ancestor of the wilderness!"

Zhou Jue was eager to try, with a confident smile on his ordinary face. His sword eyes stared at the desolate world in the south. A towering and majestic mountain peak stood straight into the sky, but the top of the mountain was flat, as if it had been cut off. Cut, it seems particularly abrupt.

In the wild world, life is lonely and there are few ideas. Countless monsters have lived here for thousands of years. A terrifying monster aura is coming out, and the sky is filled with dark clouds, making the world even more gloomy. An old man with his upper body naked is standing there. On the top of Tuoyue Mountain, looking out at the vast world, this man is tall and strong, with muscles in his naked upper body bulging high and veins visible, containing supreme power. There is a smell on his ghost back. The secondary tattoo shows three bright moons hanging on a high mountain, which is where the name of Tuoyue Mountain comes from.

There were originally three bright moons in the wild world, one of which was cut down by Chen Qingdu and the other three. There were two bright moons left. One of the bright moons was secretly refined by the Lord of the Throne Demon Hehua Temple and promoted to the fourteenth level. In the world, there is a bright moon that merges with a round-faced cotton-padded girl from the wild world. This girl later became one of the top ten masters of the younger generation in the world, ranking higher than Chen Pingan. She has a very nice name. Monthly credit.

The wild ancestor's white hair was fluttering in the strong wind, and his eyes were as deep as a deep pool. He carefully felt that the purple haze that enveloped the vast world was slowly dissipating, and a faint smile appeared on his cold face. The domineering and majestic voice resounded throughout Tuoyue Mountain.

"The ten-thousand-year period is approaching, and the crying of the sky is inevitable. At that time, it will be the opportunity for our wild demon clan to counterattack. As long as we can occupy the vast world and swallow the laws of the great road, we can make the great road of the wild world complete and I will be among the fifteenth It’s just a matter of course!”

The Great Ancestor of the Wilderness sneered and looked up to the nine heavens. Two bright moons came into view. The Lord of the Wilderness World had long been integrated with the laws of heaven and earth. With his thoughts, he could follow his heart day and night, completely unnatural. law.

At the highest point of the Sword Qi Great Wall, Zhou Jue stood at the edge of the city. White clouds were floating under his feet, and the cold wind was dancing, making his green shirt rustle. A head of black and bright green hair was flying behind him, and the towering tower was reflected in the eyes of the sword. Tuoyue Mountain entered the clouds, and the two bright moons hung above it. The corners of the mouth were slightly raised, and a smile full of coldness appeared. The red lips moved slightly, the white teeth were white, and the sound of the clanking of gold and iron echoed in the void.

"Ancestor of the Wilderness, next time we meet again, the sword in my hand will definitely cut off Tuoyue Mountain and let the two wild moons fall!"

At this moment, a burst of light and cheerful footsteps came from not far away, and the crisp laughter of the little girl in colorful clothes was like the spring breeze, causing hundreds of flowers to bloom and the chill to dissipate. Zhou Jue turned his head to look, and the cold murderous intent on his face had dissipated. , only a warm and welcoming look remained, and he said softly.

"Zhou Mili, why didn't you stay in bed today? You came here early!"

When Zhou Mili heard this, he was a little embarrassed. He quickened his steps and almost jogged to the front of the hut. He looked at Zhou Jue with his big black and white eyes, and said angrily with a bulging face.

"Zhou Jue, when did I stay in bed? I'm just still growing, so I slept a little!"

Since the little girl came to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, she no longer has to worry about the days when she doesn't know whether she will be alive to see the rising sun tomorrow. She no longer has a sense of crisis and has completely indulged herself. In the past, she would sleep until It was three o'clock in the morning, and I didn't get up until the sun was shining on my buttocks.

"But you haven't grown any taller either!"

Zhou Jue stretched out his hand to gesture on the top of Zhou Mili's head, with a somewhat disdainful smile on his face as he continued to stimulate the little girl.

"Ahhhhh!"

"Zhou Jue, I'm going to fight with you! You don't hit people in the face when you hit them, you don't expose their shortcomings when you scold them, why do you speak so hard to poke people's hearts!"

Zhou Jue's words deeply hurt Zhou Mili. The little girl had not grown any taller in the past six months or so, which originally made her very upset, and she could not tolerate others saying this.

Zhou Mili moved his hands and feet wildly, like a bastard punching, arching his little head, and rushed towards Zhou Jue like a cannonball, with a fierce and unstoppable momentum.

"Crack!"

Zhou Jue stretched out his right hand and spread his fingers, like an insurmountable wall, blocking the little girl's head, making a crisp sound and rolling air waves, which showed the force of Zhou Mili's impact.

Zhou Jue felt the strong force coming from his hands, nodded slightly, with a look of satisfaction on his face. His eyes fell on the dragon horns hidden under his hair. The dragon-fish transformation has been completed. It seems that it won't take long for this little boy to transform. The guy can go one step further and cultivate into the second transformation of the Fish-Dragon Transformation, transforming into the body of a dragon.

"Oh, you can't reach it, what a pity! Zhou Mili, your hands and feet are still too short!"

Zhou Jue's warm mouth uttered extremely cold words, which made the colorful girl completely furious. She kept shouting and waving her hands and feet faster. Unfortunately, there seemed to be a gap between the two of them. No matter how hard the girl tried, she still couldn't reach Zhou Jue's body.

In the end, Zhou Mili gave up struggling and stopped attacking. She walked into the hut angrily, brought out a jujube wood table, and skillfully took out the prepared food from the snow-white bell on her wrist. After neatly arranging the bowls and chopsticks, she ignored Zhou Jue who sat down by himself, turned around and looked at Chen Qingdu who was sitting cross-legged, and shouted crisply.

"Grandpa Chen, it's time to eat. Today I've prepared your favorite Hundred-Year Bamboo Leaf Green for you. There's only one pot!"

After that, the colorful girl took out a pot of wine from the bell, dodged Zhou Jue's big hand, and handed it to the white-haired old man who came in front of her. The sweet and lovely smile on her little face made the old sword fairy like her very much.

Chen Qingdu has never been down the Sword Qi Great Wall for ten thousand years, nor has he had much time with the younger generations of his family, and has never enjoyed the joy of family life. But since Zhou Jue came here half a year ago to absorb the remaining sword intent of thousands of sword fairies in the Sword Qi Great Wall, things have changed.

This innocent little girl who is ignorant of the world comes to deliver meals every day, three meals a day, and has never stopped. At first, she only delivered meals to Zhou Jue alone. Later, when she heard that no one delivered meals to Chen Qingdu, she felt sorry for the white-haired old man, so she brought one more person's meal. In this way, the three of them ate together at the highest point of the city every day, and gradually became familiar and close.

"Xiao Mili is still caring for others, unlike some young people who don't know how to respect the elderly and love the young!"

Chen Qingdu took the pot of hundred-year-old bamboo leaf green, glanced at someone from the corner of his eye, and said with a bad expression.

"Hmph, Zhou Jue, you heard it, Grandpa Chen also said you are not good!"

Zhou Mili got Chen Qingdu's support, and kept nodding his head to show his agreement. He glared at the blue-shirted sword fairy who was unaware, made a face, and said sarcastically.

Zhou Jue's face was thicker than the sword-qi Great Wall, invulnerable to swords and guns, so he didn't care about this. He reached out to the wine pot that Chen Qingdu placed on the table without hesitation, and was hit hard on the back of his hand by the old man with a bamboo chopstick.

"Dang!"

The bamboo chopsticks fell on the back of the hand, making a sound of metal clashing, crisp and pleasant. Several moving and twisted sword patterns emerged from under the skin, flashing and wiping out the sharp sword energy condensed on the chopsticks. Zhou Jue withdrew his palm as if nothing had happened, looked at the colorful girl angrily, and asked.

"Xiao Mili, I'm craving for wine, do you have any more Bamboo Leaf Green?"

Zhou Mili didn't give Zhou Jue a good look, ignored this irritating bad guy, climbed onto the chair by himself, sat upright at the table, and waited until Chen Qing picked up the dishes with chopsticks before he started to eat.

Zhou Jue sighed helplessly, eating breakfast without knowing the taste, with a depressed and frustrated expression on his face, which made a certain colorful girl who had been secretly observing him feel a little distressed. She took out a pot of wine from her bell and placed it on Zhou Jue's right hand expressionlessly.

Zhou Jue immediately showed a bright smile on his face, raised the wine pot and drank it, the clear and mellow wine overflowed from the corners of his mouth, he wiped it with his sleeve, and then said to the girl in colorful clothes.

"Xiao Mi Li is still the best to me!"

"Humph!"

Zhou Mi Li rolled her eyes proudly and snorted, still ignoring the Qingshan Sword Immortal who got the advantage and still acted cute, but the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up, and the anger in her heart had dissipated, but she couldn't be coaxed so easily because of her face.     Zhou Jue saw the smile that was hard to suppress at the corners of the girl's mouth, and his mouth was like smeared with honey, and he kept saying good things for free. After a while, he coaxed the girl in colorful clothes to smile and dizzy, and took out a few pots of good wine again, letting Zhou Jue drink happily.

The white clouds are vast, the breeze is gentle, the years are the most unstoppable, the beautiful scenery of the world, another year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Jue was dressed in a green shirt, with the sword of Wei Yin hanging on his waist all year round. Countless sword intentions flowed into his body, causing the sword to tremble constantly, making a clanging sound that echoed through the city.

Zhou Jue sat cross-legged on the highest point of the city. The wind was raging around him, and the white clouds blocked his eyes, blocking his deep gaze. His green shirt fluttered, never changing. He looked around and saw two worlds.

Two bright moons hung high above the Tuoyue Mountain. The Great Ancestor of the Wilderness stood on the top of the mountain, peeking at the Haoran world, waiting for the Three Religions' founders to transform the world. A cry from the sky fell, and he was ambitious and ready to move, as if he couldn't hold it back.

The purple mist covering the sky above the Haoran world became increasingly faint and dissipated. The luck of the Confucian Temple in the Central Plains was lost, and the Haoran spirit was weakened. A catastrophe that encompassed the two worlds was inevitably coming.

Suddenly, Zhou Jue's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the smallest Dongbaopingzhou in Haoran's world. His best friend actually appeared in the capital of the Dali Dynasty, and was showing great power, destroying the Dali Dynasty's 20-year national fortune, and making everyone inside and outside the dynasty bow down.

A middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat, unruly and sloppy, stood outside the capital, holding a green bamboo sword in his hand. He slashed with a sword, the sword energy was filled, the sword light was shining, and the coldness enveloped all the cultivators and gods of the Dali Dynasty. No one could block his casual sword.

That's right, although the middle-aged man is holding a bamboo sword in his hand, it makes people feel the overwhelming sword power. This is a stunning swordsman, rare in the world.

"Emperor Dali ordered the twelve righteous gods who control the fate of mountains and rivers to take the sword!"

The capital city of Great Li was surging with wind and clouds, sword energy soaring into the sky, and sword light across the sky, like thunder and lightning. In the capital city of Li, countless people looked up in horror at the electric light hanging above their heads.

After a breath, a twelve-story high-rise building imitating the white jade capital in the sky was used as the starting point. There were gods in all directions who obeyed the orders and revealed a majestic body. Among them, on the top of Dali Nanyue in the south, there was a statue of a hundred feet high. The golden god stood on the top of the mountain, raised his arms high, and shouted loudly.

"Nanyue is ordered to receive the sword!"

From all over the Great Li territory, the other eleven mountain and river righteous gods who showed their huge dharma appearances walked through the air one after another. They were dozens of miles away in one step, heading towards the bright sword light that lay across the sky above the capital.

The golden body of Nanyue Zhengshen was the first to meet the enemy. There was a loud bang, and the huge golden body instantly became fragmented.

An exclamation came from the top floor of Bai Yujing in the capital, and the tone was full of shock and helplessness. Emperor Da Li frowned and stared at the sharp-edged man in the bamboo hat, his face extremely ugly.

Then, the second golden-bodied god was exactly the same and exploded to pieces. Immediately, the third god's appearance was shattered, and then the fourth one, one after another, and loud noises were heard.

"It's too scary. Is this the power of the Great Sword Immortal at the peak of the Thirteenth Realm?"

The remaining six gods and ministers stopped, not daring to catch the sword light, and stepped out of the way, allowing the man in the bamboo hat to enter the capital and land under the high platform where Bai Yujing was hidden.

Song Changjing, the king of the Great Li clan, had a layer of dense beads of sweat on his forehead, and his heart sank to the bottom of the sea, but he still stood in front of A Liang, blocking his way.

Song Changjing calmed down the complicated emotions in his heart. The fighting spirit rose in his body, his energy and blood surged violently, and a free and easy smile appeared on his face. If he could have a hearty battle with this person, even if he died without regrets, his life would be considered worthwhile!

On the White Jade Square, A Liang held a green bamboo sword. Dense cracks appeared on the blade. This ordinary bamboo sword could not withstand the condensed and domineering sword energy of this great swordsman. It almost collapsed, but it could barely remain intact. Shape, there was a bit of anger on his face, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he looked at the vassal king of the Great Li Dynasty, the tenth realm of martial arts, who was standing in front of him. He nodded approvingly, and then moved his eyes to look at the imitation of the white jade capital in the sky. A twelve-story building with hidden mysteries.

A Liang casually threw away the bamboo knife in his hand, pulled out another narrow knife auspicious charm from his waist, raised his arm casually, pointed the tip of the knife towards the tall building, and said loudly.

"Emperor Dali, I'm in a hurry, come out and kowtow to admit my mistake! I just say tens, ten!"

"one!"

Ah Liang never followed any rules. He jumped directly from ten to one. He aimed at the twelve-story building and suddenly swung his knife. Between him and Gaotai Bai Yujing, an extremely fine golden thread appeared, advancing rapidly like a wave.

Song Changjing let out a long roar, instead of retreating, he strode forward. His momentum instantly rose to the peak of martial arts. He shouted angrily, crossed his arms, and blocked the way in front of him. The square under his feet was heavily trampled, and one after another Cracks appeared, forming a huge spider web.

Although Song Changjing was born in the Dali royal family, he resolutely joined the army. His military career lasted for more than 20 years. He went through hundreds of battles, large and small, and fought hard and to the death in countless battles. He honed his martial arts skills in life and death, and finally served in Dongbao. He stood out among the warriors in Pingzhou and became the ultimate martial artist.

The golden thread touched Song Changjing's arm, and the sleeves of the white robe on his body were instantly torn. This robe is the leading Taoist magic weapon of the Dalixian family, called the Liushui Robe. The precious relic is said to be able to withstand all the magical powers of monks in the upper five realms, but it is actually vulnerable to the golden thread where the sword energy is condensed into substance.

Even so, Song Changjing still retreated. He still had a warrior physique that could rival the Golden Arhat, and he wanted to try to see if he could withstand this extremely condensed and sharp sword energy.

Song Changjing let out an angry shout, his face was radiant, and the Qi in his body was flowing like a river bursting its banks, with a mighty and majestic atmosphere. A small ravine was cut into the flesh of his arms. Before the blood could flow out, the unstoppable golden thread was about to cut into the bones.

"Get out of the way!"

A burst of energy emerged, moving Song Changjing's unrelenting body away. Emperor Da Li and a vicissitudes of life old man walked out of the tall building and appeared in front of A Liang.

Emperor Dali was dressed in military uniform. Regardless of the obstruction of the old man next to him, he took a dozen steps forward, cupped his fists and said.

"Dali Song Zhengchun, I have met senior A Liang."

A Liang narrowed his eyes and suddenly grasped the handle of the knife. For a moment, everyone felt desperate. Emperor Da Li closed his eyes with a smile and died calmly.

"A Liang! You can't kill him!"

The old man's face was full of anxiety, and he quickly stepped forward, stopped A Liang, and begged.

"You unworthy bastard! Ever since you were a child, you have liked to argue with Qi Jingchun about this and that. If you can't argue, then you can't. What's so embarrassing? Why do you play these unspeakable tricks? You really think that I, Ah Liang, can read With that little bit of old love, I dare not beat you to death?"

The old man was tall and slender, with sunken cheeks and eyes that sparkled with wisdom. He wore a green shirt and jade and had an excellent temperament, like a Confucian saint who taught the people. He looked at the man in the bamboo hat with a complicated expression and said softly.

"Aliang, I have spent most of my life in Dali."

"Bullshit! Cui Luo, you still have the nerve to tell me this?"

Cui Luo lowered his head, a firm look on his face, and whispered.

"Aliang, you said it yourself that year, I, Cui Luo, can go my own way."

Aliang was silent, loosened the handle of the knife in his hand, closed his eyes, and spoke after a long time.

"Forget it, I am too lazy to talk nonsense with you, shut up, get out of here, I don't want to see your cowardly look again."

The old man staggered, staggered, turned around and left, and a strange sobbing and bitter laugh came out of his mouth, which made people feel more desolate.