The throne of God is waiting for me

Fireworks burned in the air.

The sound of the phoenix flute was like a spring hitting a stone. He looked like a hermit who had walked out of the mountains, pale, indifferent, and without the slightest touch of fireworks.

But what he was doing was definitely not like that.

The sound of the flute stopped, and a horrific fratricide ended. Only the blood and corpses on the ground told of the tragic and weird scene just now.

He walked in front of the crowd slowly. Although his eyes were covered and he could not see anything, he walked calmly and without any pause.

With his indifferent and ethereal temperament, he really had a bit of an otherworldly aura.

The people who were still a little scared couldn't help but stare blankly, and the little girl sitting on the ground said directly: "Big brother, are you a fairy?"

Her big round eyes turned, and her expression was full of undisguised admiration. She didn't seem to realize how terrible the methods of the fairy she was talking about were just now.

The man in white lowered his head slightly and made a "look" gesture, his eyes seemed to be looking at the little girl through the white cloth. He shook his head, a smile on his lips.

"Of course not."

His voice was slightly hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, but it was not unpleasant to hear, but with a strange rhythm, and his elegant posture revealed dignity.

"Do you know what month and day it is now?"

This question was strange, but no one dared to question it. The woman holding the little girl hurriedly said, "Replying to the hero, today is September 13th."

"It has been more than two months." The man in white murmured to himself, with a faint smile on his lips, which was fleeting. "It seems that it is time to solve it."

"Thank you." He nodded slightly, pointed his finger behind him casually, and said to the people sitting on the ground, "Wait for a quarter of an hour, someone will come here."

After saying that, he walked forward, still as slow as when he came, and his snow-white shadow was like a light cloud, blending into the twilight mountains.

And just after he left for a quarter of an hour, a caravan really came in this direction. The wheels of the carriage slowly rolled over the ancient road. Everyone raised their heads in surprise, and the injured shouted for help.

Their carriages had been chopped down by robbers, and many people were frightened. If the caravan had not arrived in time, they really didn't know what to do.

Amidst the cheers, the little girl in her mother's arms couldn't help but bend her eyebrows, clapped her hands, and puffed up her face proudly: "Big brother is lying! If he is not a fairy, how can he calculate so accurately?"

If the fairy brother in the little girl's mouth heard this, he would probably be in tears and laughter.

He knows nothing about divination, but in terms of the wide range of perception, he is definitely the best in the world. Who made his soul have already undergone a transformation and is far stronger than the soul of an ordinary person?

When he first came to this world, dragging a body with no martial arts, poisonous, and blind, if Xiao Wang's soul was not strong enough, he would have been lying dead in a ditch.

Even now, he has come all the way through mountains and rivers, using the natural materials and treasures in the mountains and forests to quickly improve his internal strength, while heading towards the destination in his heart. But as soon as he appeared, he could still sense the murderous intent behind him.

He turned around and chose a fork in the road.

The further forward, the more rugged the fork road became, with peaks rising on both sides like jagged teeth. The deep forest was tall and dense, gradually blocking the twilight in the sky, and a faint mist rose from the forest.

Xiao Wang plunged into the forest.

Under the dim sky, the surroundings were empty, with only Xiao Wang's almost silent footsteps alone.

The cold autumn wind passed through the forest, and the leaves rustled, breaking the original silence.

Under the thick fallen leaves, the white bones were looming.

A cold arrow shadow came suddenly.

The little bird standing on Xiao Wang's shoulder screamed and plunged into the treetops.

At the same time, countless figures flew out of the dense forest. Accompanied by a vague and strange voice, sometimes male and sometimes female.

"Where the Feisha Tower is, anyone who enters without permission will die!"

The warning sounded far and near, and before the sound fell, the arrow wind sounded like thunder, hitting the heart.

Xiao Wang lifted his foot over a dead branch, tapped his toes on the ground, and leaped up, dodging at an incredible speed.

In midair, his toes just touched the arrows lightly, and he continued to rise upwards, dodging the countless attacks from below. Then, he suddenly swooped down, his white clothes fluttering.

A ghostly shadow flashed around him.

Between the snow-white sleeves, a long sword suddenly came out of its sheath, like a green dragon emerging from the sea, and the stunning sword light illuminated the dark forest and the incredible face of the old woman in front of him.

Forced back by Xiao Wang's casual attack, the old woman swallowed a mouthful of blood from her throat and praised in a hoarse voice: "What a brilliant swordsmanship. It is worthy of being the first on the genius list and the first on the black list."

Xiao Wang did not speak, but was slightly stunned.

First on the black list? I didn't expect it to be so fast...

He didn't know that along the way, he had defeated countless famous top killers, which also led to his higher ranking on the blacklist.

"I wonder what has brought you to my Feisha Tower from afar, Mr. Xiao?"

The old woman's voice was ethereal. As she spoke, countless figures in the dark forest rose and fell, and the murderous aura that had not yet been released almost became real. Under the clever guidance of the old woman, they all pressed towards Xiao Wang.

It was like Mount Tai was about to fall and the long river was about to collapse.

Xiao Wang did not answer. His slender fingers stroked the long sword and suddenly flicked it lightly.

"Zheng——"

A clear sword sound rang in everyone's ears, instantly breaking the unified aura that everyone had worked so hard to create, and in an instant, the huge momentum that the old woman had deliberately created was reduced to nothing.

Xiao Wang then slowly spoke: "What else can you do here? Of course, it is to issue a reward."

"If you want to issue a reward, my Feisha Tower has its own hall to the outside world." The old woman narrowed her eyes coldly, "This is the main hall of Feisha Tower, and outsiders are not allowed to enter."

As her voice sounded, more than a dozen figures flew over from the depths of the ghost, some men and some women, some old and some young, all of whom had a deep aura and were first-class masters in the world.

"It's just because I'm doing a huge business, and those small halls may not be able to afford it."

Xiao Wang shook his head, and a smile suddenly appeared on his lips. With the snow-like silk clothes and the noble air of the bright moon and breeze, he was just like a nobleman in the Jinyu Hall and a free traveler in the mountains and rivers. He was really out of tune with the strange and deep scene around him.

Behind the old woman, a middle-aged man in a red robe embroidered with gold thread suddenly stepped forward, his tone was polite, but his eyes were full of coldness: "I don't know what kind of huge business is it? Why do you bother to come here and be this unwelcome guest?"

He has an ordinary appearance, but his hands are surprisingly delicate and white, even better than many women.

The eyes of the crowd were all cast on Xiao Wang, and the auras between them were connected, as if they could cooperate seamlessly at any time and anywhere. Although there was no murderous aura on the surface, the momentum created was far better than before.

"Of course it's a big deal. I will offer a reward to anyone who helps me get on the blacklist."

The high-level executives of Feisha Tower were shocked and almost suspected that there was something wrong with their ears. They paused for more than ten breaths, as if they realized this strange reward, and a sense of absurdity rose in their hearts.

"Young Master, you are joking. The scope of this reward is so wide that it covers both the black and white worlds. Even if Feisha Tower is willing to help, I'm afraid you can't afford the reward."

"No, I'm sure you will never refuse the reward I offer." Xiao Wang said with certainty.

"Oh? I wonder what kind of rare treasure it is?"

"For you, it is indeed a priceless treasure."

The arc of Xiao Wang's lips did not change, but his aura changed silently, as if he suddenly changed from an elegant and humble nobleman to a guest in heaven who sat and watched the wind and clouds.

His tone revealed a careless indifference and coldness, as if the king had ordered the world to bow down.

"——That's your fate."

The forest suddenly became dead silent.

"What an arrogant young man!" After a moment of silence, everyone's expressions suddenly changed, and the murderous aura around them was not concealed. The middle-aged man was even more gloomy, and his voice was extremely cold, "Are you threatening my Feisha Tower?"

"It's not a threat," Xiao Wang's expression remained calm in the vague encirclement of the crowd, "but a fact."

His calm tone made people even more annoyed. These people in Feisha Tower were not as concerned about face as those in the white way, and they immediately surrounded and attacked.

"Arrogant and rebellious! Today we will try to see how much you are capable of!"

Night fell quietly, and the cold fog was cold.

The whistling palm wind and the collision of swords and knives sounded in the dark forest, and the surrounding trees seemed to be attacked by a tornado, and large pieces fell down. //思//Rabbit//网//

The ordinary killers at the outermost periphery watched this battle, which could be called the top-notch battle in the martial arts world, with a look of shock on their faces, almost forgetting to blink.

Until the end, they only saw the young man in white clothes surrounded in the center suddenly rise into the air, his sleeves fluttering, and the long sword in his hand emitting unparalleled light.

It was a very gorgeous and cold sword light.

Like a stunning fairy shadow from the sky, like a gentle moonlight in the endless night. It makes people willing to indulge in it.

Everything lost its color under this sword, and the cold light made the onlookers feel creepy and dazzled.

And the person facing this sword can only feel the confusion and coldness of death.

The sword light disappeared, and seven lives disappeared with it.

The bodies of seven first-class masters lay on the ground, but the survivors could not think of revenge at all.

They knelt on the ground, stroking the blood line on their necks, and then looked at the limp corpse beside them, feeling only relief in their hearts.

When they raised their heads tremblingly and looked at the familiar figure in white in front of them, their eyes were surprisingly consistent.

At this moment, this figure has become an unforgettable existence in their hearts.

In the hearts of these people, he is already a god, a demon, and an immortal, but no longer a human, because he can use such a sword technique that is not like that of the human world.

…

The cold moon rises quietly, and the moonlight spreads all over the earth.

Xiao Wang raised his hand to call back the lively little bird, holding a jade flute, with an unknown sword hanging from his waist, and the moonlight on his white clothes is like water. Under the snow-white silk ribbon, his eyes are empty and calm.

He walked out of the dark forest, his steps were neither slow nor hurried as when he came, and he returned in the moonlight, with a figure kneeling respectfully on the ground behind him.

——

That night, some people struck with swords and shocked the world, and returned to the west on the moon; others sighed at the moon and could not sleep.

In Mingjing Villa, the night lamp was hanging alone.

Mu Qingfeng sat alone in the pavilion, looking at the bright moon in the sky with melancholy, and could not help but sigh.

The personal servant Shijian came over lightly and whispered: "Sir, Mr. Chi has used the tranquilizing soup and has fallen asleep."

Mu Qingfeng nodded: "That's good."

Several months have passed, and Chi Tianhao's condition has not improved, but has become more serious.

For a master like him who is addicted to martial arts, his martial arts skills are suddenly abolished. It is like a normal man suddenly turning into a eunuch. His mental breakdown is unimaginable by outsiders.

At first, in order to reassure his adoptive father, Mu Qingfeng specially invited a group of his friends. They finally persuaded Chi Tianhao to leave the courtyard and began to resume daily social interactions.

But soon, those regretful glances that followed him shattered Chi Tianhao's hard-earned self-esteem once again.

He was once a hero respected by everyone in the White Dao, but now his inner strength has been depleted by his own son, and he has become a useless old man. Behind his back, there are countless people who are secretly laughing at him...

This completely different situation made Chi Tianhao, who had a good reputation all his life, extremely painful. He once again locked himself in the yard, unwilling to be embarrassed in front of others.

In fact, deep in his heart, he began to feel a trace of undetectable regret, so his attitude towards Mu Qingfeng became a little weird.

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