Juntian map

Gongshuming, the ancestor of the Gongshu family, appeared in the stone forest at the ruins of the Emperor's Mausoleum, and was in a hurry, as if all the matter was written on the wrinkled face.

The first thing I saw was the ancestor who had rarely appeared in Gongshu for many years was not the flower fairy on Baihua Island who was not in the world, but the Loulan Monarch who had never been drunk alone.

Because the monarch Loulan sat high and sat on the top of the tree, he could see far.

He not only saw Gongshuming flying in a hurry. He also saw not far away, and further away... He suddenly lost the interest in drinking, so he twisted the wine plug and put it on his waist, and sighed softly.

The heroes in the world in the stone forest were paying attention to Shiting’s peace talks, and their thoughts were naturally not on the Loulan monarch who was one person and one country, so his sighs only sounded in his heart.

No one heard it.

Of course no one will see it...

The emergence of Gongshuming, especially at this time, still attracted a lot of attention.

Because the Emperor Alliance, the three religions, nine thirteen royal families have a great reputation. If they don’t encounter difficult problems, it is not easy to get the old ancestor to move. Even if the leader of the alliance is not in tears, it is not easy to get the elder of Gongshu.

If you want to pursue the sin of private indifference, Gongshuming may not appear obediently.

So the goddess Long Ouyang Qingxu had some bad premonitions. In a sense, this Gongshu ancestor was the crow on the branch in front of the door, an unknown incarnation.

Sure enough, the ancestor Gongshu strode into the stone pavilion, glanced at Mo Qinan, and then turned to the goddess Long and said, "The official who was left in the imperial capital has started to move."

Ouyang Qingxu frowned slightly.

Lianchengjue discovered the goddess Long's slightly changed expression and asked, "What official is it?"

The ancestor Gongshu suddenly sat down and leaned against the south pillar of the stone pavilion.

I heard Ouyang Qingxu’s eyes dazed and said, “It’s a soldier demon.”

Mo Qinan stood up: "How many?"

The ancestor Gongshu wiped the rain from his face, then stretched out his hand and gestured, "Fifty percent."

Ouyang Qingxu said: "A 50,000."

The ancestor Gongshu habitually twisted his hands and put them on the Buddha string, as if this subconscious behavior could calm him down a little: "Running towards this place."

The same goes forever.

Ouyang Qingxu and Gong Shuming's eyes fell on Mo Qinan, and then they turned away and looked at the thoughtful Tiandong Liancheng Jue.

The soldiers and demons rushed to attack, so the people in the Imperial Alliance naturally don’t need to worry. But those heroic forces gathered here due to the convening of the World Association, including Kunlun Jiange and the powerful people of the Eight Hundred Sects in Tiandong, may be the enemy and our camp.

The target of the attack of the demon.

No doubt

Ask, this is where Emperor Wulei thinks that he is the only one who is the only one. That means that the heroes in the stone forest who were originally fighting spirit and who will shine on the battlefield of the Central Plains City in Tianxi after the success of moving mountains.

, is about to compete with half of the soldiers and demons in the Juntian image.

And it is one to ten.

What is the chance of winning?

It is conceivable!

"The leader of the Gui League is really a good thing." Mulang Xiejun from Jinlan, Tiandong Jiu, was wearing his favorite red clothes, and there were still bright peach blossoms on his head. He leaned against the outside of the south pillar of the stone pavilion, almost with Gongshu Ancestor Gongshu

Back to back.

"Who said no? I thought I would be safe and sound after choosing my position and sincerely applying for it. It turns out that from beginning to end, the leader of the league never took you seriously. "The weak son Ye Xichao was sitting in the wooden wheelbarrow, sitting on the wooden wheelbarrow from beginning to end."

Up, the wooden wheelbarrow is beside Mulang Xiejun.

Before the sound fell, a group of ridiculous laughter was caused, and Jiu Jinlan's laughter was heard.

This is very harsh, and the laughter is also harsh.

Mu Yun Jiancheng, the head of the Jian Pavilion who practiced the King's Dao Sword, had always been indifferent, but after hearing this, he also looked unhappy.

Fortunately, Tiandong New Saint Liancheng Jue knew the right degree and gave his junior brother a little wink, indicating that he should not say too much. Otherwise, if you can't wait for the massacre of the soldiers and demons, Mu Yun Jiancheng's sword of asking questions will definitely fall first...

Lianchengjue is a perfect person and a very confident person.

There has never been a bumpy road on the road of cultivation. Even the genius who is as famous as the same generation is Muyun Jiancheng in front of him, Huangfu Yi, Buddhist Yimian Zen, Luo Bing, Wang An Hongdou, etc., in his eyes, they are all

Not considered an opponent.

Even if Di Wulei is now in the five heavenly maps, he is quite invincible as the best in the world, Liancheng Jue seems that as long as he has not fought before, he will not be considered an opponent.

He is not arrogant. As the leader of the three geniuses of Tiandong, the eldest brother of Jiu Jinlan, and the holy master of the Twelve Starchuan Temple, he does have this capital.

But such an omnipotent senior brother showed a little sad face in the face of the current situation. He looked at Ouyang Qingxu and asked, "Is there really nothing else?"

Ouyang Qingxu shook his head in dismay.

Lian Chengjue took a deep breath, turned around and looked into the distance and looked at the flower fairy sitting leisurely on the branches. He found that the latter had no intention of paying attention to him, so he completely erased his last hope.

The entrusted man who carried Luo Changfeng to the sky and left before leaving, suddenly felt that the world's most important Lianchengjue smiled helplessly and thought to himself: "Luo Changfeng, Luo Changfeng, you have left me a big problem!"

Lianchengjue faces the north and bears his hands behind his back.

The heavy rain curtains outside the stone pavilion blocked their eyes.

In that place with vague eyes, he saw an unstoppable black torrent, destroying everything along the way, and towards

The stone forest ran wildly.

Those are tens of thousands of soldiers!

Behind the soldiers and demons, smoke and dust mixed with mud and broken walls were splashing everywhere.

The ground under his feet began to tremble again, mixed with countless beasts and demons. The movement this time seemed even more terrifying than moving the entire imperial tomb out of the ground.

Lian Chengjue said to himself: "How difficult is people's livelihood!"

In despair.

Li Xingyun's figure appeared in Lianchengjue's mind, specifically, the figure of the Buddha in Nanshan.

If Emperor Wuxue never returns, and as far as he looks today, there will be only one person who can suppress the magic power and turn the tide. This person is undoubtedly the scholar Li Xingyun.

This original sentence once came from Jun Zeyu's mouth.

Lianchengjue asked why?

Jun Zeyu only said five words.

“Because he is Buddha.”

...

After leaving the stone forest with one arm for a hundred years, Li Luo, followed the unique traces left by Li Xingyun, he found the character Fenglou.

Outside the door of the seventh floor.

Li Luo appeared silently, standing in front of the door, hesitating a little. After being alert for a while, a surging sword intent shaking around his body, and he suddenly opened the door.

Then I saw a picture.

He decided to draw the sword without hesitation, and it was two swords horizontally and vertically, and the cross-legged sword.

Two instantaneous sword lights flashed in the room, as if chasing the alien race. Then it became dim, and there was no wind or wave, leaving only nearly a thousand subtle sword marks, everywhere, intricate and intricate.

And one person.

It's Li Xingyun.

Li Luo rushed in and caught the scholar whose figure was shaking and bloody.

Li Luo frowned and looked extremely angry.

He asked, "What's wrong?"

He helped Li Xingyun to the table and gently sat down next to the stool covered with sword marks.

The scholar coughed several mouthfuls of blood, his face turned slightly red, and then smiled fiercely: "Do you know?"

"What?"

"The Li Taibai Dahe Sword Technique, which had a double armored chess sword, had an extremely powerful move, and he had not even used it before he died."

Li Luo listened silently.

"Earlier, I practiced the Dahe Sword Technique in the academy library. I just saw that move and learned it."

"Among the ten-school comrades, your understanding has always been extremely high. You can do whatever you want with the words and words of the word "Flower" as you wish. What's the difficulty of the Dahe Sword Art?"

"That move is called "with you," I didn't expect that the sir would do it."

"Sir? Mr. Bai? Bai Zhiqiu?"

"Yes! Mr. is worthy of being a gentleman, he can learn from his own teaching."