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In the endless sea, there is a huge figure, Kunpeng, who is swimming in. The nine girls in the sky sit upright on their backs, and it is as vast as dust. The girl looks at the scene under the sunset, and the sound of the reader reciting books in her ears is mixed with the wind and waves and the roar of Kun, but it is surprising

The ground is clear, like the bright moon shining on the cold pond, neither clear nor cold, and the artistic conception is distant.

The girl liked the ancient saint Zhuangzi very much, liked her book "Xiaoyaoyou" and even more like Kunpeng. Three years ago, the little saint Wang Tingji sat on the edge of the sea cliff for the first time, and recited the "Saying Swords" chapter of Zhuangzi. At that time, she

I had the urge to jump off Kunpeng, and wanted to sit silently under the cliff, listen to the sound of the sea tides, the sound of wind and clouds, the sound of walking on the sand and reading.

The second time, she listened to "Qiwu Lun", and this time she not only lost her impulse, but also felt a little alert. Because the bright moon found her in the sky, she brought the tomb owner's oral order. So she began to be alert

, even stay away from the extremely tempting sound of reciting books.

What she never thought was that the little saint Wang Tingji did not stop there, but sat for three years. For three years, every other month, he would come to the stone cliff by the sea to recite books. The Nine Girls of Heaven were in a state of mind.

From the initial curiosity impulse to staying away from it, to the end of ignorance and feeling unconscious.

Whether this person is really as the tomb owner said, coveting Kunpeng, she is too lazy to think about it or not to care about it. Anyway, Mingyue Dangkong and granddaughter Qingqing, the two gods, were watching not far away, and were also alert.

The nine-girl patted Kun's back, and the huge object covering the sky jumped thousands of miles, with huge waves surging.

...

A Yao's room was very crowded. Fortunately, he was open-minded and he would have a place to lie flat. As for the major issues of life and death, he would leave it to Shi Zongliu, Chen Yanzhen, Yu Qingqi, and Lian Chengjue to consider it.

When he is needed, he will do his best when he should, and when he should do his best when he should do his best, wouldn't he be happy?

He was lying on the bed with a dogtail grass in his mouth, crossed his legs, humming a little song softly, and pricking his ears to listen to the mouths and tongues in the room.

Chess playing chess, drinking alcohol, discussing matters, rubbing the knife, talking and joking, talking and talking and romance... Shi Zongliu, Chen Yanzhen, Yu Qingqi, Lianchengjue, Muyun Jiancheng, Duan Qian

1. The soul of Tibetan books, Huang'er, Qiubeixue, Xiao Beinian, Liang Bing, the great demon Chongkui, and Wang Tingji who recited the books, all gathered here for the first time.

After Shi Zongliu sneaked into Ziwu Well, he saw the opponent of the great demon Chongkui, one of the fourteen thrones of the alien race, who is said to be a crazy old man who will perform the Thousand Strategy Path, in the past three years, fourteen people, including Takagi Haruka.

It seemed as if I had a sudden enlightenment, I forgot to eat and sleep, and became obsessed with practice.

At present, everyone's cultivation has entered a bottleneck. Except for the three reincarnated saints, the rest have entered the realm of divine attraction with half of their feet. This means that the power of the formation of the Ziwujing Array is gradually

The weakened, and the fourteen thrones of the alien race in the well were not much left.

They will soon complete their mission and leave the place.

Chen Yanzhen sighed and stretched. Yu Qingqi, who had the same chess skills in this game, was much more interesting than the big demon, and he could be said to be in danger. After two hours of fierce battle, he finally won by chance.

Half a son.

"Everyone, let's go?" Chen Yanzhen looked around at the people sitting, standing or lying flat in the room, with the joy of a long time on his face, rolled up the corners of his sleeves, and then walked towards the door with his hands in his arms.

The golden sunset shone on his face. Unexpectedly, the Taoist Qingyi who settled in Tiandong back then also looked like he was in his prime when he was young...

A Yao rolled on a carp and jumped up. With a move, he carried the brand new piano bag behind him, and took off the sword hanging by the wall, with all his belongings, twisted his neck, and was confused.

He said: "My sword, Ayao, can finally cut off the real monster."

...

The wind and sand are blowing.

At dusk, there were figures in the cemetery, lined up in the north and south. The goal was firm and headed towards the Ziwu Well that devoured everything.

A hundred feet away, the tomb owner took the fourteen people who went out to sea on Kunpeng, including men, women, old and young, but they were all saints' cultivation, standing on the ruins and broken walls everywhere.

On the wall, looking out from afar.

"How are you doing with Tian Jiu Nu?"

The old man Mingyue replied respectfully in the sky: "Sir, the special tribe of heaven has drawn twenty-eight generals and have arrived at the beach."

Halfway through the words, a roar of Kunpeng thunder came from the endless sea.

Mingyue raised her head in the sky and looked at the surging water curtain that was far away from the sky and close to her eyes, and added: "The Nine Heavens Women are coming from Kunpeng."

The tomb owner looked gloomy. Looking at the fourteen resolute backs that were gradually moving away, a sudden light appeared in his mind. A thought quickly passed by, but he never grabbed it. He felt a faint uneasy and frowned: "Fourteen"

People walked together, as I expected, the Ziwu Well broke the formation only between morning and evening."

The old man Mingyue nodded in the sky. He thought that he would have taken Kunpeng to the sea to enter the world that year. If it weren't for the death of Di Wulei and Luo Changfeng who had the Juntian image on the immortal platform, they would have died together, otherwise, if they were to help them again, why would they have to suffer.

Waiting for so many years?

"It's been ten thousand years, and this boring day is finally over."

...

Xiao Belian, the Communist Party of the world, and Liang Bing, who was wearing armored door with swords and swords on his waist, after years of getting along, it can be said that he escaped from the world and finally resolved his past grudges. The two fell in love with each other and held hands with each other, and this trip left life and death to the mind.

back.

A Yao hugged his head and glanced at the big demon Chongkui beside him: "Hey, you won't be really angry, are you? The words just now were obviously my A Yao joke. How can you take it seriously? OK, okay, you are

Big Monster, are you the big Monster?”

The Tibetan Book Soul, who was wearing the appearance of a shabby scholar in the old Tianfeng, walked side by side with the little saint Wang Tingji, and said, "If you have the chance in the future, you will definitely be divided into different levels with your teacher."

The little saint suddenly laughed and said, "Reading can't beat you. If you want to drink, Mr. Wang can be used to transform into a disaster and the god of war."

Qiu Beixue from Beixue Villa hugged the senior who had broken the family and left tomb: "I have benefited a lot from the teachings over the years."

Mu Yun, the young leader of Kunlun Sword Pavilion, was full of sword intent, filled with ten miles of radius. He glanced at Liancheng Jue and said: "Comments from Tianji Pavilion, Demon Sect Qingming, Red Robe Female General Luo Bingwang, Bodhi Academy Huangfu Yi

, Buddhist Yiming Zen, and Di Wulei, Huang'er, who do you think of us, who is stronger?"

Lian Chengjue said: "It will take you to compare before you know."

Then he added: "Compared with your junior brother Wang, who can beat the sword of the mean, who is stronger."

Huang'er was silent alone, absent-minded, as if she was thinking of her younger brother who was far away in the sky.

Yu Qingqi's heart was filled with the final son of the final game, as if he was infatuated and intoxicated, and gradually he forgot about everything.

Chen Yanzhen touched his shoulders and squinted his eyes at Shi Zongliu in the distance: "What are you thinking?"

Shi Zongliu sighed: "In the old saying that Yun Zi inherited his father's business, what am I?"

Chen Yanzhen suddenly smiled and said, "It's not bad for father to inherit his son's business."

The fourteen people laughed together.