I Just Want To Be Quiet

Luzhou.

The fertile fields are thousands of miles, and the mountains and rivers are heavy.

The rolling hills are winding, and one of the dangerous peaks is particularly tall and straight, surpassing all the surrounding peaks, but it is the main peak of this mountain range.

Above Qingming, there was a lot of escaping light, and suddenly the figures of He Fuqiong and his party appeared.

This place is far away from the northwest of Cizhou. Looking around, the grass is lush, the birds and beasts are at ease, the mountains are majestic, and the water is soft, but it is completely unaffected by the loss of control of Shenmu.

Guessing that the distance was almost there, He Fuqiong suddenly stopped and stood in the air.

The others stopped flying and looked at each other.

At this time, Su Zhentian Cen Fangwo quickly asked: "He Daoyou, what's the matter?"

Just now, the Sword God suddenly sent a voice transmission to everyone to leave. Until now, they still don't know what happened.

It's just that the situation was critical, so no one asked much, and it wasn't until now that the Sword God stopped, and there was no time to inquire about the ins and outs.

He Fuqiong said: "Pei Ling has to use a trump card, and the scope of influence may not be small, so let us leave."

Hearing this, Zhen Jianghui frowned and said, "After all, this son Pei Ling is the Holy Son of the Chongming Sect. Watching him act is also devilish. What he says may not be credible."

He Fuqiong shook his head slightly, and said in a calm voice, "I shortened the time left for him to half an hour. No matter whether he succeeds or not, we will take action as soon as the time is up."

"Furthermore, the Demons of Wushi Villa, Samsara Tower, and Innate Sect were all there just now. These demonic thieves are afraid that the world will not be chaotic and have no overall view, and they will definitely take advantage of the situation."

"Even if we really want to deal with Shenmu, it is extremely dangerous."

"but now…"

"I am righteous, not a place where these devils come when they say it, and they can leave when they say it!"

"Everyone, wait here for a while, I'll go back when I go!"

As soon as the words fell, He Fuqiong didn't care whether the others agreed or not, his figure immediately turned into a bright sword light, and he rushed into the sky...

At this time, everyone came back to their senses just now, and Empress Liugui suddenly nodded and said, "What the Sword God said is right, you can't let the people of the Demon Sect run away like that!"

Cen Fangwo said immediately, "I'll go and help Sword God."

Wenren Lingse reminded: "Some people have to stay down to protect the Taoist friends of Jiuyi Mountain."

Just as they were talking, a terrifying aura suddenly came from behind everyone. The very ordinary conversation just now disappeared in an instant, and the strange silence went on...

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Southwest of Cizhou.

The glazed pagoda emerged from the void. Under the eaves of the tower, the copper bells swayed, the sound was dull and distant, and the **** eyes looked in all directions.

Soon, the Glazed Tile Pagoda disappeared again, and flew away in the direction of Lizhou, and could soon leave the boundary of Cizhou.

The four walls of the pagoda are empty, except for a large letter dripping with ink hanging high in the middle: "The reincarnation of the heavens, the profit and loss of good fortune."

There were several futons placed under it, and a group of gray-robed monks sat on it, all looking indifferent.

At this time, a gray-robed cultivator with a gaunt face and long and narrow eyes said in a deep voice, "Saint Son Pei of the Chongming Sect is strong, but he is too ignorant of the overall situation."

"It's too reckless to only know how to do it alone and not understand the importance of it!"

The companion next to him said in a hoarse voice: "My four sects of the holy way, the Chongming sect have always been the smallest and most greedy."

"This Pei Ling is the holy son of the Chongming Sect. He has been influenced by the Chongming Sect since childhood. Under the influence of his ears and eyes, he has such a short-sighted temperament, but it is not surprising."

A cultivator sitting opposite them sighed: "It's a pity to miss this opportunity!"

A monk with dark hair and dark eyes said lightly, "Not necessarily! No matter what, Tao Wendu is already dead."

"Five sects of false Taoism, two of them have fallen, Yanxi City and Jiuyi Mountain are both facing the turmoil of the young master's arrival and the replacement of the throne."

"Especially Mount Jiuyi, which is the leader of the false Dao, and the Daoist Fu Xuanxu is only able to take on the responsibility of the mountain master."

"Not to mention commanding five sects, commanding like an arm."

"Guanzhen Jianghui and Dong Xianyu's generation is nothing but the same."

"When we return to the sect, we can still start a new round of reincarnation war..."

Before the words were finished, all the monks of the Reincarnation Tower suddenly changed their expressions, no one made a sound, no one moved, and even the copper bell outside the tower was also silent, and the eyes above the copper bell did not move.

In the entire glazed glass tower, time seemed to stand still.

After a while, many gray-robed monks came back to their senses in shock.

The withered cultivator said silently: "The breath just now came from the direction of Pei Shengzi's battlefield!"

His companion's voice was even more hoarse: "It's not like a law, and it won't be an ordinary spell."

The cultivator with black beard and cold eyes pondered: "There may be a winner over there..."

Just as they were talking, all the gray-robed cultivators suddenly noticed something, and all looked in front of the glazed glass tower.

I saw a figure of Yaqing, suddenly appearing in the void in front of the tower, its bamboo crown and cloud shoes, except for a long sword, without any ornaments, tall and straight, with thousands of electric lights in his eyes, as if at a glance, All insight.

It is He Fuqiong!

He has no intention of talking nonsense with the Tower of Samsara, Keng!

The sword of life is unsheathed, the blade is like frost and snow, like the sudden appearance of the big moon, the silver flower pours into the wild, the sword screams into the clouds, and it cuts down with a single sword!

boom! !

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Cizhou, Northwest.

The vast yellow sand stretches as far as the eye can see. Above the huge new desert, the giant trees are towering, the green leaves are like covers, and the gray-brown roots gushes out from the bottom of the gravel, spreading all over the whole world, and condensing into a huge root cocoon in the air.

As the sand and dust dispersed, the cracks above the sky opened slowly.

A terrifying aura emanated from the gap, as if some unbearable and unimaginable disaster was imminent!

Gradually, a huge and unimaginable pupil opened little by little from the crack.

In the pupils, dark and indifferent, icy, lofty, without any mortal breath and emotions, when hanging high, such as Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, 絺 綜 綁, unfathomable, exuding a terrifying majesty that all living beings can't bear!

He stared at the giant tree, and the moment his eyes fell, all the vitality of the giant tree began to wither.

The original dense branches and leaves withered, withered and yellowed the sky, and the entire desert seemed to have fallen leaves.

Dry cracks appeared on the sturdy trunk, and its rhizomes quickly weakened, unable to continue to spread to the depths of the ground.

A strong aura of death instantly enveloped the entire giant tree.

For a little while, the giant tree stretched out its sharp branches with extreme difficulty and stabbed it towards the pupil above the sky, as if to make a last-ditch effort.