Outside of Time

The sky is at peace.

The earth fell silent.

The whole world seemed to have become silent.

But at this moment, all the students in Taixue and all the forces in the imperial capital stirred up a violent storm in their hearts. All their thoughts and gazes were focused on the Imperial Sword in the air of Taixue and the dissipation of the Seventh Prince. at.

The seventh prince's body and soul were destroyed, his body and soul disappeared, his soul was scattered, and he had no chance to enter reincarnation.

The dignified prince fell like this.

And this was the second prince to die during the reign of Emperor Xuan Zhan.

When the eleventh prince died that year, the Human Emperor was furious. In order to investigate the matter, a rain of blood was set off inside and outside the imperial capital. It affected a wide range and countless people died.

It wasn't until a year later that things slowly calmed down.

And today... another prince died, and he was killed by the Emperor's Sword in front of the Human Emperor and in front of everyone.

Especially since the Human Emperor has spoken, the Seventh Prince asked the Immortal Bell to prove it, but Xu Qing refuted it.

As a result, the churning of the soul turned into a depressing atmosphere, the rapid breathing turned into a solemn atmosphere, and the gazes from all directions seemed to turn into huge mountains.

Gathering together in the imperial capital, accumulating in the Imperial Academy, in the end, it all weighed heavily on Xu Qing.

Xu Qing's expression under the mask did not change at all, his eyes were calm, and his body slowly fell from the air. Finally, he stood on the white platform, bowing to the shadows of the sages in the sky, to the Taixue students below, and to the immortals behind him. Pay homage to the Lord.

Finally, he raised his hand and put it in front of him. After a slight pause, he slowly took off the mask on his face. He voluntarily gave up the cover of the Taixue rules and revealed his true face to everyone.

The face that was revealed in front of everyone was absolutely beautiful.

Like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, it fell on Taixue at this moment, gentle and dazzling.

Under the sword-shaped eyebrows, a pair of eyes are like a deep lake, like the Big Dipper in the dark night, revealing an otherworldly calmness and calmness.

Her long hair flows like a waterfall and flutters in the wind. Every strand is full of the power of life and the determination to kill.

All this made Xu Qing standing on the Taoist platform shine like stars in the night sky.

The corners of his student's clothes fluttered gently, like the flowing clouds in the poem, and the remaining golden light on his body was like the reflection of the bright moon on the autumn water, bright and quiet.

The imperial sword that roared back slowly merged into Xu Qing's back. Although it gradually blurred and disappeared, its existence was a symbol of Xu Qing's identity.

Xu Qing raised his head, and the last direction he looked was the Human Emperor in the projection of the Imperial Palace on the horizon.

Bow down.

Worship the student as a student, worship the Immortal, take off the mask, and worship the Human Emperor as the domain lord.

The Human Emperor was silent. No one knew what he was thinking. They could only see him slowly closing his eyes after being silent. Most of the thirteen kings under his command had blurry faces, but their eyes were filled with profound meaning. On Xu Qing.

Xu Qing also did not speak. After bowing, he came to the side of the leader of the Yixian Sect with a shocked face, sat on one side, and also closed his eyes.

Last night, in that house, the moment he got the jade slip, he had already called for the Emperor Sword in his heart. At that time... the Emperor Sword moved.

This is also the reason why Xu Qing is sure that the seventh prince must die.

As for the Seventh Prince's repeated attempts to prove himself by asking the Immortal Bell, Xu Qing did not want to explore it and would not give him the opportunity, regardless of whether the scene in the jade slip was true or false.

It does not matter.

The emperor's sword moved, which was enough to explain everything.

As Xu Qing closed his eyes, the Taixue was quiet for a while, and gradually heard the sound of breathing. For everyone, this was the first time in their lives that they saw the prince beheaded with their own eyes.

This kind of impact is unparalleled.

And whether it was the Imperial Academy crowd or the cultivators in the Imperial Capital, the ones who caused the greatest sensation and shock, and could even be said to be the most horrified, were...the other princes.

The third prince standing next to the Master of Taixue House, his body was shaking uncontrollably, and he looked at Xu Qing with awe and fear.

He is not clean either, so he is afraid.

Outside the Imperial Academy, the hearts of the eldest prince, second prince, fourth prince, sixth prince, and tenth prince were all trembling instinctively. For them, Xu Qing's move this time had the power of a prince and a tutor. .

Even the prince's tutor only has the power to control and does not have the qualifications to kill.

How could they not be afraid of all this? After all... the emperor's sword represents the great justice of the human race. Even the human emperor cannot stop it, so how can others resist it?

"His rights... are too great!" This was the voice of all the princes except Ning Yan at this moment.

Xu Qing finally chose to sit next to the leader of the Immortal Sect. The meaning of this scene was even more different.

Suddenly, Yi Xianliu was very different in the eyes of students and other parties.

This is the school chosen by Xu Qing, and for this school Xu Qing proves that the Immortal is not evil, and uses the power of killing the Seventh Prince to wash away the world's misunderstanding of the Immortal Style with blood, and wash away the slander of Rongshen.

The psychological shock caused by these kinds of things has already been overwhelming.

So soon, the rainbow light from the Yisen-ryu Taoist platform skyrocketed, from a hundred feet to several thousand feet high. All the students who had joined the Yisen-ryu were extremely excited at this moment.

As for students from other schools, they may not recognize the Yisen-ryu, or they may have only known Xu Qing and had no contact with him, so they were still unfamiliar with him. But now, they have witnessed Xu Qing with their own eyes, showing off the power of the Emperor's Sword without fear of the imperial power. Power.

This scene brought an unprecedented huge impact to the younger generation.

"No wonder, he can become the lord of a domain!"

"I heard that Xu Qing walked out alone in Fenghai County and uncovered the cause of the storm in Fenghai County!"

"I also heard that when Xu Qing held the sword and asked about it, a light arose in his heart. This means that its quality can be trusted. I thought this was somewhat exaggerated, but now that I look at it, this may be the reason why the Emperor Sword was chosen!"

"The person recognized by the emperor and chosen by the emperor's sword has chosen the Yixian style. This style... must be good!"

When the voices from the students continued to echo in their hearts, the leader of the Yixian Sect on the white Taoist platform felt his heart churning at this moment, and his trance became more intense. He felt that his head seemed to be filled with blood, and waves of excitement emerged.

What happened today was completely beyond his expectation. Even now, he has not fully adapted to it, so he instinctively looked at Xu Qing beside him and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

Finally, he took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked proudly at the silent Fusion of God flow on the black platform.

The leader of the Fusion God Sect kept his gaze on Xu Qing. His eyes were complicated, emotional, and sharp. He finally withdrew his eyes and looked at the place where the Seventh Prince fell, sighing in his heart.

"A good display for the Human Emperor... The chess piece of the Seventh Prince has not yet shown its value and is not ready to be extinguished, but it was detonated in advance."

"Come to think of it, this Xu Qing... also guessed my identity."

"Twice...this time, I miscalculated at two points."

The leader of the Fusion God Sect sighed softly, and moved his eyes to look in the direction of the Star Reaching Tower outside. He felt a sense of guilt in his heart. He felt that he might be really old.

In the silence at this moment, in mid-air, the master of the Taixue Palace let out a sigh of vicissitudes.

He also didn't expect that such a situation would arise during a discussion, and the discussion... wasn't over yet.

So after thinking briefly, he looked at the Human Emperor.

"continue."

The Human Emperor spoke for the first time, his voice was low and extremely rich.

The master of Taixue Palace condensed in his heart and heard some extra meaning, so the hoarse voice echoed in Taixue.

"The third part of discussing the Tao is discussing the next day!"

"Next, for the future, your thoughts have been expressed separately before the Yixian flow and the Fusion of God flow, but in the end we, the monks, still have to see whose path can lead directly to the avenue."

"As evidenced by the students here, please both of you, each show your own skills!"

After the Master of Taixue Palace finished speaking, the Master of Yixian Sect took a deep breath, stood up, and his whole body cultivation exploded. More than 100,000 soul threads spread out from the body, forming a vortex in the air. During the rumbling rotation, they weaved into a divine earth. son.

This is his limit, but the Yisen style... besides him, there is another ancestor.

So soon, a low roar came from the place that appeared in the direction of the White Tower of the Immortal.

When the roar was like thunder, exploding in all directions, inside the white tower of Yixianliu, the retreat place suddenly opened, and a white-haired old man, wearing a Taoist robe, stepped out from inside.

This old man was not wearing a mask, his eyes were clear, and he was exuding terrifying coercion. He stepped into the void step by step, approaching the Taoist altar in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, we arrived at the Taoist platform of Yisenryu.

His appearance aroused a lot of discussion. The master of Taixue House stared at the visitor and spoke softly.

"Chen Daoze."

The person who came was none other than the ancestor of Yisenliu, Chen Daoze.

He was now standing on the stage of Yixian Dao. The first thing he saw was not the leader of his sect, but Xu Qing.

After staring, Chen Dao nodded slightly, then looked at the Master of Taixue Palace, cupped his fists and bowed.

"Palace Master, Chen has just left seclusion and is late."

"The next part of this discussion will be revealed first by Chen."

As he spoke, Chen Daoze's body roared, and soul threads shot up in his sea of ​​consciousness, one hundred thousand, two hundred thousand, three hundred thousand, four hundred thousand... until finally, six hundred thousand soul threads, overwhelming the sky and the earth, On the canopy of Taixue, things are tumbling in all directions.

His anger swallows mountains and rivers, and his power shakes the sky.

In the end, they gathered together and weaved together to form a more vast figure. The divine power spread, the sky and the earth lost color, became dim and blurred, and spread heterogeneity.

That figure is a god!

A black-skeletal god who was beheaded by the Great Emperor in his early years.

The black tattered robe is fluttering on his body. The black deer body is covered with scales. The head of the four eyes contains the light of the sun and the moon. It stands in the sky and the earth at this moment, making all living beings feel palpitated.

The students of the Imperial Academy lost their voices one after another, and the outside world was also in a state of shock.

Six hundred thousand soul threads, for everyone who knows the Yisen style, this is impossible, almost a myth, so the uproar suddenly arose.

"Six hundred thousand are woven into the body of a god..."

"This...is this the Immortal Style?"

Sounds of inhalation and shock arose in confusion around the Taixue Taoist altar.

"It only has its shape, but no spirit. The method of using six hundred thousand soul silk to shape a strange immortal is nothing more than that."

Amidst the students' uproar, the leader of the Fusion God Sect on the black platform heard a low voice.

He knew that his time was coming, so at this time, he no longer cared about life or death. The only thing he cared about was display.

Since the display items prepared for buyers have been chopped off before their value is revealed.

Then...it's okay to use yourself as a display.

Thinking of this, the leader of the Fusion God Sect showed a hint of determination in his eyes, and as his voice echoed, he slowly stood up.

Xu Qing's eyes also opened at this moment, and he looked at the leader of the Fusion God Sect. At this moment, his murderous intention could no longer be suppressed, and turned into an invisible sword, extremely sharp.