Immortal

Chapter 1 Confucius vs 卅

Thirty-five years later.

The boring itinerary lasted for 35 years, and Zhong Shan finally reached the four continents.

The four of them, Zhong Shan, Nangong Sheng, Mr. Zhe, and Luo Xingchen, flew in two batches, and Luo Xingchen was an ancient fairy, so Luo Xingchen rushed to the four continents first to collect information about the Quartet.

There are too many famous places in West Niuhe Prefecture. So settle to meet near the Flame Mountain.

After 35 years of absence, the four met again.

On top of a mountain near Flame Mountain.

"Holy King, you're here!" Luo Xingchen said to Zhongshan.

"Well, you have worked hard these years!" Zhong Shan said.

"It's not hard. I fly around every few days, or else I will catch a few demon kings and ask for information about the Quartet." Luo Xingchen shook his head.

"Xiniu Hezhou and the news we collected, isn't it?" Zhongshan asked.

"Almost, but something big has happened recently!" Luo Xingchen thought about it.

"Oh?"

"Beijing Luzhou, that sacred corpse mountain is the original Tongtian saint dojo Biyu Palace, where the '住' lived. I heard that there was a dispute with Confucius, and even Confucius sent someone to test it, but none Come back, I heard that Confucius has recently shot himself! "Luo Xingchen said.

"Confucius confrontation?" Zhong Shan's eyes lightened.

"A saint, a saint of the previous generation, this seems a bit interesting!" Mr. Zombie quirked aside.

"The saints must do something, and they don't know why they are fighting!" Nangong Sheng thought for a while.

"A lot of strong people have already rushed to Luzhou, Beiju." Luo Xingchen said.

"Yi's longevity is still early, let's go and see!" Zhong Shan decided.

"Yes!" The crowd nodded.

As the four of them were about to fly, a sound came from under the mountain.

"Who are you guys?" Came in a halt.

Zhongshan looked puzzledly, a bull head demon with incomplete shape.

"Come here, there are assassins ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

The minotaur yelled, and suddenly a large number of monsters flew from the vicinity of the Flame Mountain.

A large number of monsters each hold their weapons and want to swarm up.

"Let's go!" Zhong Shan ignored it at all.

Mr. Corpse and others also nodded, for these little demon, really not enough to watch!

"Want to run? Where do you run, don't you see where it is!" The bullhead monster yelled.

A group of monsters suddenly rushed forward.

Zhong Shan, Luo Xingchen, Nangong Shengfei were in front, and Mr. Zombie was behind.

When the little demon shouted, Mr. Zhe shot coldly for the first time.

With one look, Mr. Corpse only had a gloomy and extreme look, and the little demon in the photo shivered, as if falling into an ice cellar, the cold was blowing from behind. No one dared to rush up again.

The little demon returned to God, and the four had long gone.

One by one, the little demon didn't feel an excitement.

"What, what happened just now?" A little demon still trembled.

"The king must be reported immediately. The four thorns and the four strong men came to the Mountain of Flames inexplicably!" Said the bullhead demon.

"But King was entertaining Sun Dasheng's disciples. Will he rush up this way, will he ...?"

"Sun Shen?"

"It's that Sun Shen. I heard that all of them are dead, and they came back to life unexpectedly, and Xiuwei has been improved again, and even the king is not his opponent."

"No matter how strong Sun Shen is, he will also call Master Bo when he meets the king. After waiting for the king to entertain Sun Shen, let's report it again!" Said the bullhead demon.

"Huh!" The little fairies nodded.

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Beiju Luzhou, Holy Corpse Mountain.

The vast expanse of territory is overcast and cloudy, as if it has never been dissipated, only the lightning flashes out.

The bottom is filled with black gas, and a large amount of corpse gas rises into the air as if erupting from the ground, which is extremely gloomy.

This kind of corpse is very weird, and the consciousness cannot be explored at all. If you want to understand the internal situation, you have to enter in person, but it is easy to get in, but not so easy to get out.

Few people can really live out. Most of those who entered were dead, including some great immortals.

Confucius fight!

It's been a long time since then. As a result, groups of strong men gathered near the Holy Corpse.

Even if a lot of powerful people can't get anything, if they can see the saint's shot, it is also a huge gain.

As early as two months ago, Zhongshan and his party arrived near the Holy Corpse.

Occupied a valley, once Nangong won the battle, no one could approach. Been waiting for two months.

Within two months, Zhongshan also arrested some practitioners and inquired about the situation in the four major continents.

"Boom!"

On this day, while Zhong Shan and the others were waiting in the valley, suddenly the sky was loud.

A strong light fell from the sky, and a huge light hit the dark clouds in the sky, making a roar of noise.

"Here, Confucius finally shot!" Luo Xingchen's eyes brightened.

"Go out!"

The four flew out of the valley and stood on top of a mountain.

This position is very far from the Holy Corpse Mountain, and no one dares to approach, because everyone knows the intensity of the saints' fighting. Standing nearby is trying to die.

As soon as Zhong Shan came out, he saw the sky in the distance.

The huge white light, such as the rushing down of the Tianhe Pentium, finally broke through the black clouds in the sky, and a large amount of light shone on the black body corpse, which was constantly being dissipated.

However, the earth seemed to be constantly firing corpses, and corpses and white light competed against each other.

"Hongru Sage, that is Hongru Sage!" Someone screamed in the distance.

Sure enough, a white robe man stood in the void in the sky where white light dropped. The man was in a loose robe, like a mortal person in his forties or fifties, and his face could not be seen clearly. But a majestic momentum was pressing in all directions. Unconsciously produces a sense of worship.

"It's a saint!" Luo Xingchen said.

The breath is the same as the saints who met in the underworld, only the saints can have such a breath.

Confucius?

Zhong Shan stared diligently into the sky.

Bai Guang and the dead body collided, and no one had no choice but to get rid of the dead body. Faintly, everyone saw a high mountain.

Above the mountains is a huge green palace.

In front of the palace stood a man in a gorgeous black robe.

I can't see my face. But just a stop there, it makes people feel a trembling feeling.

The man stood with his hands up, looking up at the sky, facing Confucius in the sky.

Facing the saint, the man is not afraid?

thirty?

People are constantly guessing, is it really the one?

I glanced at Confucius, and stretched out his right hand. Your palm is facing another mountain next to you!

"Boom!"

There was a roar, the mountain was falling down constantly, and numerous solid rocks appeared numerous cracks and collapsed.

Gradually, people saw that after the mountain collapsed, a cyan sword appeared!

The long sword is a hundred feet high, the body is blue, a cyan breath soars to the sky, and wherever it goes, the endless cyan sword breath hits the sky.

"Qing Ping Jian, I really are the sage of heaven!" A man suddenly called from a distance.

Zhong Shan also looked at him with a stunned look. Alas, Zhong Shan did not blindly affirm that he was made of the corpse of the saint of heaven, but at this moment, he had to doubt it. Qing Ping Sword, one of the five swords of the saint of saint It is the four swords of Wuxian, which made people ignore the Qingping sword.

Is he really the sky?

The hundred-foot-high Qingping sword turned into a blue light, and when it became smaller, it suddenly shot into the hand of Xun.

I looked at Confucius in the sky, and Confucius looked at me.

Two new and old saints stood up for a moment.

After a while, I glanced at Biyou Palace and turned to look at the sky.

Qingping sword in his hand suddenly made a stroke on the sky.

"Boom ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

A cyan river soared into the sky and shot directly at Confucius.

That cyan river was too fierce. The space where it passed was shaken as much as possible, and even small black holes were created in some places.

The aftermath is like this, not to mention the power of that blue river?

I shot.

The shot was shocking and shot directly at Confucius.

Confucius may also see the meaning of 卅, his body disappeared in a flash.

The Qinghe shot towards the distant horizon.

I glanced around, holding Qing Pingjian in one hand, and pinching gently in the other.

The surrounding corpse gas swelled again, forming a sword-shaped black gas in the four directions of southeast and northwest.

Then, I grabbed Qing Pingjian and disappeared.

"Xianxian Sword Formation?" Zhong Shan's pupils shrank.

Alas, with just one tactic, you use the corpse as a sword to condense a magpie sword array?

A large amount of black gas once again secret the sacred corpse mountain. I can no longer see the inside scene.

"Holy King, just now ..." Luo Xingchen looked at the sky in horror.

Pointing at a high altitude, the falling star dust said: "There was a star just now, and the stars that can be seen with the naked eye are each extremely large, but now they are gone!"

"Is that blue sword river just now?" Nangong Sheng horrified.

"Between the swords, the broken stars! Great!" Mr. Corpse also sighed.

"No, look at that day!" Luo Xingchen suddenly surprised.

In the sky, it seems that there are two stars moving constantly, one blue and one white, the two stars move with each other, and they seem to collide with each other. Wherever they pass, all other stars disappear and collapse!

"That's not the stars, but Confucius and grandma? They are fighting in the starry sky!"

More than Zhongshan and his party, the Quartet, countless strong men all showed horror. Sages are so powerful? That kind of ability to destroy the sky was really too naive before. Watching the war? Such a long distance, even if watching the war, may be killed by the old and new saints.

At this time, Zhongshan was staring at the Holy Corpse.

There was a dignity in Zhongshan's eyes.

Because Zhongshan remembered that before he flew into the sky, he glanced at Biyou Palace. What was in it? The Xianxian Sword Formation pinched out when I walked away proved this.

What's in Biyu Palace that makes you so careful?

Did Confucius come for that thing?

Not only Zhongshan, but many smart strong people in the Quartet also saw the same signs.

***: Volume ten! Today, I outline the tenth volume, so I'm late, sorry!