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The young man named Luo Changsheng from the Jiange Pavilion looked at Jiang Manlou's sharp eyes and stern expression. A slight chill gradually arose in his heart, and he unconsciously took two steps back out of fear.

"Senior." Qin Huaikong hesitated for a moment, wanting to apologize for his junior brother's injustice.

"Master Tibingshan wants to see me, Wang Xiaoer, why should I embarrass this junior?"

A familiar voice reached his ears from behind. Jiang Manlou turned around with joy and saw Wang Xiaoer carrying wine and food on the table and bowing to Shushan Moyan, one of the Ten Heavenly Saints.

The latter returned the favor.

Jiang Manlou came over laughing like nectar, and opened his arms: "Second brother, how are you doing, senior brother? I heard he was injured, is it serious?"

Wang Xiaoer took a few steps back, stretched out his right hand, and the sword in Qin Huaikong's hand came out of its sheath with a clang, and was held by Wang Xiaoer in his hand. The tip of the sword touched Jiang Manlou's chin, keeping the two people seven feet apart: "Who is

Your senior brother?"

Jiang Manlou was stunned for a moment, but then he still smiled and spread his hands to explain: "That old boy from Liluo is a sibling of the head of our family, and the younger brother is also a senior brother from Liluo's sect, so naturally he is also Jiang Manlou's senior brother."

Wang Xiaoer threw it away casually, and the sword was sheathed again.

Jiang Manlou shouted: "What a handsome kung fu."

I was so surprised that many of the drinkers in the inn looked at me strangely, thinking that this guy was not clear-headed, right?

Wang Xiaoer also glanced at Jiang Manlou, then untied his waistband, walked to his father, whispered a few words, and walked out the door.

Jiang Manlou and Shushan Moyan looked at each other and left immediately.

The young man from Jiange named Luo Changsheng escaped. He was still frightened, but still refused to give up. So he asked, "Should we follow?"

Qin Huaikong said: "What are you going to do with us? Even if Uncle Wang really starts a fight with Jiang Manlou, what can we do with our humble skills? It's just giving away his life in vain."

Luo Changsheng refused: "Then we go back to the mountain to report to the elders? Ask for reinforcements?"

Qin Huaikong was ashamed, stared at Luo Changsheng in silence for a long time, and said meaningfully: "You should change your name. The name Luo Changsheng is really not suitable for you."

…

The mountain breeze blew slowly and refreshingly, and the water rippled with sparkling light. Small flat stones floated along the water surface a few times, and sank into the water more than 20 meters away from the center of the river.

Wang Xiaoer sat down by the river, hugged his knees with his hands, and looked at the water.

noodle.

Jiang Manlou and Shushan Moyan followed behind them, and behind them there were two armored old men who were silent and did not say a word from the beginning to the end.

Wang Xiaoer has been a member of the Sword Pavilion since he was a child, and of course he is well-informed. He had some guesses about the identity of the two old men, so he asked: "Did you make these two weapons?"

He didn't call his senior, but bluntly said the word "weapon".

Jiang Manlou said proudly: "Can you get into the eyes of Senior Brother Wang?"

"What realm?"

"The pinnacle of the spiritual aperture realm."

"So-so."

"There is no way. The archives of secret techniques from back then have been burned by the ancestors. I also studied the nine weapons for a long time before I figured out the method to get started."

Wang Xiaoer said: "So you plan to use this as bait and then invite me to the urn?"

Jiang Manlou smiled and said: "How can that be possible? The aliens hiding in this world are not fools. Just two imitations of the Nine Heavenly Tribulations are not enough to trap them. They will not come."

"So what's your plan?"

"Of course he is the real Nine Heavenly Tribulation Masters."

Wang Xiaoer was surprised and horrified: "Did you wake them up?"

Jiang Manlou smiled and said nothing, looking like you were guessing and guessing again. In fact, the truth had already been written on his face, which was very annoying.

Wang Xiaoer sighed and said angrily: "Sometimes, I really want to beat you. But I have to admit that your innate talent in arts and crafts has unknowingly surpassed that of the ancestors of the Jiang family. First, tinker out of the battlefield.

The murderous weapon Iron Buddha has now awakened the Nine Heavenly Tribulations who have been dormant for thousands of years. Even the saints in the Shenyin Realm were somewhat afraid of it at the beginning. I really don’t know what will happen next.”

Jiang Manlou enjoyed Wang Xiaoer's praise very much. He opened his arms and closed his eyes to feel the freshness of the landscape: "Isn't it a surprise? Isn't it a miracle?"

Wang Xiaoer didn't want to waste any more words. He pondered for a while and apparently agreed that Jiang Manlou's invitation to invite you into the trap was currently the most effective way to catch all the hidden aliens: "Tell me the time and place."

"A year and a half later, Tibing Mountain will hide soldiers in the Valley."

…

There is a setting sun hanging in the sky in the west, which has not set for thousands of years. The earth and everything under the setting sun are golden in color, like blood and fire.

This place is extremely vast and empty. It is barren and desolate.

There are many tombs, mounds, rocks, and broken trees here,

Collapsed houses, broken pavilions, broken swords, broken knives, white bones that no one collected, a wisp of old cloth swaying in the wind, as well as magical weapons and various tokens buried in the yellow sand and scorched earth, are all tombs.

The grave of the living person.

There is life here too. The only life is not the tomb-keepers who have been staying here for a long time, nor the blood crows, vultures, centipedes and red clams. The life comes from the sea in the south. There are often songs on the sea, and there are often sea tides.

The sound of ebb and flow is always around. No matter how far away you are, as long as you are in this cemetery where the sun never sets, you can hear the sound of the endless sea all the time.

This is the end of the sea, and it is also an ancient battlefield where the troubled times occurred thousands of years ago. It is called the Cemetery on which the Sun Never Sets by later generations.

On the desolate ancient dilapidated battlefield, there was a group of figures. The leader was naturally the men, women and children who took Kunpeng south, followed by Shi Zongliu, Chen Yanzhen, Yu Qingqi, Liancheng Jue, Muyun Jiancheng, and the little saint Wang Ting.

Collection, the soul of the book in Tibet, Xiao Bielian, the co-leader of the Jianghu, Liang Bing with the sword of the armored door, Qiu Beixue in Beixue Villa, Qianyi and Qianyi, Gao Muyao, Zhenshan Chongkui and the demon clan Huanger, a total of fourteen

people.

Of course, the fourteen people were the first and first 'outsiders' in ten thousand years to cross the endless sea and set foot in the Cemetery where the sun never sets. What they saw and heard was completely different from the fantasy image of the sun never setting in their minds.

.Even the three former saints Shi Zongliu, Yu Qingqi, and Chen Yanzhen who retain the memories of their previous lives will inevitably have waves and shocks in their hearts after being immersed in the scene. It is as if they can see the ruins of ten thousand years from now.

, I saw that shocking battle in the troubled times!

Mountains and seas change, and the sky is filled with sparks...

Muyun Jiancheng looked around, and his soul freely explored the distance beyond the reach of his eyes: "Is this the place where we will break through?"

Ayao touched his head: "But there is nothing here?"

Xiao Bielian said: "Do you want us to observe the ruins and enter meditation?"

Chen Yanzhen said: "The threshold of the realm of divine guidance cannot be touched by meditation."

Indeed, among the fourteen people, only Chen Yanzhen, Shi Zongliu, and Yu Qingqi had stepped through the threshold and seen the scenery of the saint. The other eleven people did not even have a direction.

The young man named Qingping who was leading the way stopped and turned around. His eyes swept across the fourteen people one by one: "Not far ahead is the cemetery, where we all live. Everyone, please rest first. We will visit the cemetery in two days."

Lord Wang will meet with you."