Juntian map

Luo Changfeng's left side faces northward, there is Li Xingyun, the director of the academy with the body of the Vajra Buddha, the one-armed swordsman Li Luo, the six-character sect master such as Yingtian, Yi Hongniang, Qiu Yi Nong, etc.

The new demon emperor Lin'er, the demon clan's grand tutor and dozens of Jueyunling monsters, including the little saint Wang Tingji, the pen-sharp scholar of Qingshenshan, the head of the Duan family and the old man guarding the gate of the trough, and the head of the Yu family Yu Yizhan

The Confederacy of the South...

Similarly, Lianchengjue and Luo Changfeng stood side by side. Next to his right is the Loulan monarch who is the Changyun Dark Snow Mountain in Qinghai, and the soldiers of the Jianghu, Xiao Beinian, the lonely city in the thousands of mountains, with a piano heart

The sword gallbladder is Gao Muyao, two lords, Wang Ao and Liu Song, a burly giant spirit, a poor appearance, and a Mulang Xiejun, who is dressed in red and red with peach blossoms.

Xiao Wu, who looks like a young man, Dugu Wanqian, who has two arms, iron chains, carrying a giant sword with hidden edges, Fenyun Sword, Greedy Wolf, Junior Brother disguised, and weak son Ye Xichao...

The goddess Long Ouyang Qingxu walked out, walked to the center of the immortal platform, and bowed to Luo Changfeng, Lianchengjue and the powerful people of the family, and said simply and directly: "Please?"

Luo Changfeng and Lian Chengjue looked at each other, and then returned the greeting: "Please!"

The goddess dragon released her cultivation and her clothes floated, which was in the middle of the transformation of disaster. She saw her hands pinching her seals, and strands of green silk sprinkled out from her fingers, and then wandered around along the edge of the immortal-slaying platform.

All the strong men on the top of the Emperor Mausoleum seemed to be in a unique field of Ouyang Qingxu. They were not affected by the impact, but they clearly felt extremely mysterious. Because the wind was still in sight and the snow melted, the empty immortal-killing platform was also followed.

Gradually retreating, it was replaced by a number of mountains and river barriers that were stained like ink.

In less than ten moments, the Emperor's Mausoleum under my feet completely completed the upside down of the mountains and rivers and the shifts of stars.

Luo Changfeng looked around and saw a riverside stream in front of him rushing from east to west, passing by the cliff, forming a silver waterfall that flowed thousands of feet long, and I don’t know where I landed at the foot of the mountain. There are towering trees growing in chaos on the left and right, cliffs, hills and ravines.

Like green grass spreading over the rivers and streams. Behind you and in the farthest front, you can vaguely see broken walls and ruined houses.

He closed his eyes and listened, listening to the waterfall hitting the rocks, counting one, two, three, and four silently...

Lian Chengjue looked at Di Wulei, who was wearing a fan on the other side of the river and said, "I heard that in the battle between the Two Realms Mountains five hundred years ago, the Thirteen Generals of Execution joined forces to ambush Bai Zhiqiu, who was fighting with the Star-Zai Sword Saint. The Ouyang at that time

The goddess Long, the family's goddess, had no choice but to transform into a robbery and cultivate her, but she forced her to block Bai Zhiqiu, who held the famous sword of killing Tianshou, and used a scroll of landscape called "Back to the mountains and rivers, on the road".

Before Fenglei Wings shocked the world, they occupied the eighth place on the divine weapon list, which was slightly higher than my Tiandong Temple."

Di Wu's tears are slightly lighter

laugh.

Standing by the riverside, the goddess Long Ouyang Qingxu, who was facing Liancheng Jue, took away the magnificent aura and cultivation of his body, restored his original appearance, and replied: "It's true. The ancestors relied on the divine weapons to protect themselves, but they resisted.

As far as the saint master gave his sword, he also paid a heavy price. Not only did he hurt the foundation of the cultivation path, this scroll was also burned into ashes by the sword fire of the Heavenly Sin, all the spirit beasts and birds were cut off from their vitality, only

Leaving a shocking ruin, bathing in the spring breeze for hundreds of years, it was only after it was restored to its present appearance.”

Luo Changfeng opened his eyes at some point and stared at the shallow river in front of him and was stunned.

Listening to the sound of the waterfalls, he concluded that the mountains and rivers have eight levels of heights, which are very similar to the scenery of washing flowers and swords that Kunlun saw back then. It seems to have quite similarities with the map of the country, mountains and rivers of the nine mountains. And he and the heroes of the world

Wherever you are at this moment is the highest level of the Yachung Mountains and Rivers.

He boldly speculated that the river and waterfall in front of him were left by Tianshou's sword that year. Only the famous sword Tianshou, which exists in the form of sixteen pieces of the sword body, can cause such sword marks of different heights and different powers. If so,

Five hundred years ago, Bai Zhiqiu's sword probably did not use all its strength. After all, there are only eight levels of mountains and rivers here, which means that Bai Zhiqiu was fighting against the crowd at that time, and he still had his mind to control the remaining eight heavenly sin sword bodies to deal with the seven-star dragon abyss in his hand.

Star Sword Saint?

Luo Changfeng was sincerely impressed when he remembered the former demonic giant who lifted his sword and entered the outer world.

Yu Yizhang spitted in the river: "It's just a half-waste painting of the mountains and rivers beside others, and it's also the eighth divine weapon in the past.

?How many swords can you resist such a thing?”

Goddess Long Ouyang Qingxu smiled and said, "The scroll is indeed not comparable to that of those years! However, after all, we are the younger generations of later generations, aren't we the god-inducing saints who are as good as Master Bai's level, right?"

The old father-in-law of Jiang Manlou, the master of Tibing Mountain, glared at the rain. He was about to speak, but was taken first by Wang Ao, the ancestor of the Wang family: "Who are you looking down on in the movies? Although I am no longer brave, this is the case.

If the sword is stabbed out, it will definitely teach you how to be ecstatic... Bah, life is better than death! Do you believe it?"

The goddess dragon's smile was still there, but her eyes gradually became cold.

The old rival of the Wang family, the Song family, who attended the World Meeting with the six surnames and ten families in Tianbei, was an ancestor named Song Lianzi. It is said that when he was young, he admired Wang, who had a slightly older age difference, but was only a few dozen years apart.

Ao. No wonder, whose girl doesn’t miss the spring? After all, Wang Ao was also a famous figure in the world when he was young.

Song Lianzi, who was already old, leaned on a snake-headed stick and replied for no reason: "I see the lingering."

Being questioned about strength is a trivial matter.

Can be regarded as

The young girl who admired her and couldn't find a hard time questioning, especially the power of the sword. Why did the ancestor Wang Ao swallow this? He had to untie the belt when he said something, so that he could gain more insights from everyone in the world.

The one who made a timely call to stop it was the Loulan monarch who was one country.

The monarch who had lived in Changyundan Snow Mountain in Qinghai for a long time said: "Senior Wang misunderstood what Grandma Song meant."

He looked at the monarch Loulan, who was usually not very careful with him, and the ancestor Wang Ao, who had lived for thousands of years, naturally slipped down the pole: "What do you say?"

The monarch Loulan, who was shaking the wine pot in his hand, looked drunk and indifferent, said, "I think whether it is Grandma Song or the head of the Yu family, what I worry about is the same as my younger generation. This landscape scroll has been repaired for five hundred years, and since it cannot be restored to its peak,

, it is inevitable that there will be mistakes in the seven struggles."

"At that time, you will accidentally break the scroll through the battle, and you will be killed by the Emperor's Mausoleum, killing the ancestral tomb of our leader, and then destroying our ancestors. What's more, it's the host of the world's association. You'll eat and drink in the past few days.

Laza, Thirteen Fenglou can be said to take care of everything. If we don’t say we are grateful, we can’t let the ancestral tomb of our home family smoke from the blue, right?”

The ancestor Wang Ao praised him more and more and laughed with his beard.

The handsome face of the monarch Loulan showed a faint smile, his fingertips were round, and he drew a circle in the void at a very casual manner, and a pocket-sized flying sword appeared out of thin air.

The monarch Loulan fell down and drank a sip of wine. The flying sword roared away and flew towards him. Wherever he passed, the sky light was reduced and the snow was floating on earth.

It was as if the monarch Loulan moved the dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai to the sky of the mountain scroll, making the sky gradually dizzy and snowflakes covered the green mountains.

For this reason, Luo Changfeng, Lianchengjue, Li Xingyun and others bowed to the solitary monarch Loulan. Thank you for your seven struggles today and have done your best...

Di Wulei, who claims to be under the sky, did not stop this. If he chooses the right place, he must let the people across the riverside take up the time.

What's more, the goddess dragon "surrounds the mountains and rivers, and on the roads," scroll is the earth, and the monarch Loulan brings the long clouds and dark snowy mountains to Qinghai. Both sides hold on to the heaven and earth, and fight for the common rule between heaven and earth, which happens to be fair.

After the monarch Loulan took back the pocket flying sword, Di Wulei walked out with a fan and walked to the edge of the riverside.

Ouyang Qingxu quietly retreated behind him.

Di Wulei bowed to the riverside and bowed: "Then, please?"

Then, from countless sights, he took the lead in walking along the seven-layered mountains and rivers downstream of the river and waterfall. It turned out that in the battle of the seven battles, the leader of Wulei wanted to fight the front line himself.

Looking at the riverside on the other side, who can be his opponent?